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babygorewhore · 5 months

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Daddy issues

After your dad is arrested, you try and beg for his job back. But Rafe Cameron decides another way for you to help your father. And his arrangement is different than you imagine.

Warnings! Daddy kink! Talks of violence! Slight reference to abuse! Choking! Blow job! Rough unprotected sex! Breeding kink! Virginity loss! Dirty talk!

You didnt know if you were more angry or surprised when you got the call from the officer that your dad was arrested and currently in jail for assault. You were finished working your late shift at the restaurant when your phone rang.

You screamed in your car on the way to the station. Your dad was a dead beat. An asshole who didn’t know how to fucking control his temper. Daddy dearest also liked to get loud with you, throw things when he didn’t get his way and one time he slapped you in the face.

You slapped him back and threatened to slash his tires. But the threat was empty considering he needed to work, which you had no idea how he kept his job at the docks while working for Rafe Cameron. It used to be his father Ward until his suicide. You’d met him often while picking your dad up, given you had to share a car.

He was…polite you could say. But he was also scary. He glared at everyone and he was short tempered. You usually heard him snapping or yelling if something wasn’t done right. Your dad complained about how strict he was.

But his status and wealth made everyone obey him and intimidated you. His attractiveness however was on another level. His height made you feel small and his blue eyes cut through people.

You slammed the door at the station and went to the desk. After signing in, you tapped your foot impatiently as an officer came up to you.

“Are you…?”

“My dad is here. He just got arrested.” You ground out. You hated being here. She nodded and looked at paperwork in front of her.

“Are you here to post bail?”

“I’m here to see if there’s any way we can clear this up as a misunderstanding.” You tried to plead but she shook her head.

“Ma’am, he attacked a man at a stoplight. He beat him up to the point he lost one of his teeth.”

You pressed your head against your hand. Jesus Christ it was worse than you thought. “How much is bail?”

She looked again at the paperwork. “Looks like we’re at 6,000 dollars.”

“What? I thought the bail was lower than that!” You shrieked.

“Ma’am. He also had multiple charges. Public intoxication, disturbance and assault. He caused a lot of trouble. I suggest you alert his job tomorrow. But until then, he’s going to spend at least 60 days in jail.”

You started crying. You couldn’t help it. It hurt so much. You couldn’t get a break. And now you’d have to face Rafe Cameron and face the humiliation of your dad being in jail.

You cried on and off the next day as you had to switch your schedule to the evening and make the phone call to your dads manager about his current situation. It was immediate termination and you broke down even harder in your bedroom. You refused to take his phone call, afraid you’d explode on him.

As you got ready for another dreaded work shift, your phone started ringing to a number you didn’t recognize. Hesitantly, you answered.

“Hello?”

“Your dads in jail, huh?” You immediately froze. It was Rafe’s voice. How did he-well he was capable of finding anything out.

“I-um. Yes. And he can’t work for you anymore. But if you’ll please reconsider. I know he’s a piece of shit but this is the only job he’s lasted out and we desperately need the money. I’m trying to get a car and we have to share one. I know this is probably pointless but I can’t help but try. So please, please take him back.” More tears came and you felt like a total cry baby but you pushed through.

You expected him to laugh but instead silence met you.

You bit your lip hard enough it bled.

“Meet me at my house. I’ll text you the address. I have a proposition for you.”

“Why can’t you tell me over the phone?” Your stomach tightened.

“Do you want me to help you or not?”

“Yes. Of course. I’ll be there.”

“Good girl.”

You set the phone down but seconds later his address came through in a text and your breath stopped short. He wanted to see you after work.

Five minutes before closing and after you finished cleaning, the drive to Rafe’s house wasn’t that far and now you knocked on his door. When he answered, you tried not to reveal how much you found him attractive. His hair was in his face and his eyes were glazed as he looked down at you. His fingers twitched and you imagined what he was doing with that hand…

Rafe gestured with his head for you to come in and you followed him inside the massive penthouse. He had everything you imagined. Expensive furniture, floors and lights.

You followed him to the kitchen where he pointed to the bar stool. “Have a seat.” He muttered.

You obeyed and watched as he circled the island in the center of the room. “So. You wanna save your dads job?”

“Yes. I’m willing to do anything-“ You stopped short when a smirk fell on his face.

“Anything?” Rafe challenged. “It looked like you hated him whenever I saw you talk to him.”

“It’s complicated.” You replied and his smirk grew into a cruel smile.

“Looks like someone has daddy issues.” Rafe countered and you crossed your arms.

“I-well when you put it that way-“

“I’m just bringing up what you’re telling me. Your dad beats the shit out of someone. He went to jail-and now you’re doing anything you can to fix it. Tell me if I missed anything.” Rafe’s voice was low and you hated that he was right.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound pushy. I’m just in a tight spot.”

“Oh I’m sure you’re in a…tight spot.” His meaning was clear and you swallowed.

That was the exchange.

“Look at you. Being a little smart girl and figuring it out. I’m gonna get to the point. You want me to take him back? Bail him out? I get to fuck you. Anywhere. Anytime. And anyplace I want. No condoms. No hidden birth control. No. I wanna see my cum leak out of that desperate pussy.”

Your mouth opened and closed. “I can’t just fuck a stranger. And no birth control? I can’t fucking get pregnant.”

“I’m a selfish whore, baby. And I can afford one. And those are my terms. Either that. Or your dad rots.”

You bit your lip. You weren’t in a position to say no. You needed the money. And Rafe was hot. There were worse guys. Rafe got closer, his big hands reaching to cup the side of your neck.

“Yeah? You want it?”

Slowly, you nodded.

Rafe crooked a finger, signaling you to come closer. You stepped down and approached him gingerly and looked into his gaze. Rafe then latched his hand around your throat. His grip was so strong your feet almost lifted in the air and your eyes widened as he crushed his lips to yours.

His lips devoured you as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You weren’t experienced. Sure, you’d touched yourself and made out with people.

But actual fucking? You’d never done that. And you knew that was about to change.

“You want me to take care of you, don’t you?” Rafe loosened his hold on your neck and pressed you against the island counter, “need someone to be your daddy?”

Your hands flew to his chest as you brought him impossibly closer, his lips sucked your skin with bruising force. You opened your mouth as he slipped his fingers inside.

“Suck.” He commanded and you listened. Spit gathering on your lips as he kneed your legs apart and lifted you up on the counter.

“Need daddy to help you? Fill you up with my cum?” His dirty words made your cunt twitch as he started toying the end of your skirt. Your thighs dampened as he trailed his thick fingers along your flesh, his fingers grazing the wet patch of your underwear.

You started grinding to give any friction against your arousal as he apparently changed his mind and threw you to the ground by underneath your arms. Rafe gestured to the crotch of his pants. “Consider this your first payment, baby. You ever done this before?”

You shakily remained silent as he huffed an amused laugh.

“Really? A girl who’s such a perv that she’s willing to fuck someone giving her money? Never would have guessed. I guess I’ll be nice and help you.”

Rafe undressed his lower half, his cock leaked with precum and he took your hand. “Swipe it with your thumb, get it all wet.” His massive hand compared to yours was almost comical as he grabbed the back of your head.

“Open your mouth, princess. And remember to breathe through your nose.”

After that, he silenced whatever worries you had by shoving his dick forward. You run your tongue along the thick underside, lessening some of the heavy weight by massaging with your hand. You took the tip through your mouth, shoving down any nerves as you sucked. Rafe bobbed your head up and down as he pushed you further, your head bouncing as your eyes squeezed shut.

“No, no, open your slutty eyes and look at me.” He growled. He leaned over the arch of the space between the counter and where you sank on your knees. The skin of his cock was supple as you continued aiding with your hand. It was hot to the touch.

“Good fucking girl. Maybe I’ll reward you by fucking your pussy.” He started thrusting and hitting the back of your throat. “Breathe. Breathe through your nose.” He wiped a few tears away with his thumb as you listened to him.

You knew he was getting closer as he stopped talking, his breathing heavier as he moved your head. His cum spilled inside your mouth, as he released you and you coughed.

“Not bad for your first time. We’re gonna practice some more.” Rafe smirked as his face was flushed and his fist flexed.

He moved on top of you on the floor, hiking up your skirt and ripping off your panties. He spread apart your wet cunt and dipped his middle finger inside your clenching entrance. “You’re such a whore. Never done any of this and you’re already gonna cum. Should have known you’d be daddy’s cum slut.”

Rafe yanked your legs apart, and spit on your pussy. “Not that it needed it, but I’m gonna be a little more kind to you.” You shrieked as he grabbed your jaw.

“Are you on birth control?”

“No.” You quickly answered. “Never-never needed-“

“Good. And you’re not going to. Got it?” Rafe moaned as he pushed his tip in your pussy, “fuck you’re so tight.”

You winced from discomfort but then his knuckles hit your clit, aiding to relieve your tension as he circled them. “Gonna make you mine. Take you away from all that shit.” He grunted as he pushed further.

Rafe let you wrap your arms around his neck as he thrusted.

“Tell daddy you like it.”

“I like it.” You sobbed as he moved harder. “I like it, daddy.”

It was slightly shameful how quickly you came all over him and spilled onto your legs. Rafe also came again and you felt it inside you. He was serious about no protection.

He stayed for a few seconds before getting up. And pulling his pants back on. He extended his hand and pulled you up. You knew you were a sight to be seen, fucked out eyes and messy hair. You just lost your virginity to Rafe Cameron.

You cleared your throat and watched him sweep his eyes over your face. “So. My dad?”

He shrugged. “He’s already out.”

You paled. “What?”

“I posted bail a few minutes before you got here. But as for his job, you’re gonna have to work harder than that. I have conditions.”

“But I already said-“

“More than just fucking you, baby girl. I own you now. You are mine and no one gets to even think about fucking you. I will cross any line you make to keep me away. And if you try, I will punish you.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” You whimpered as he loomed over you.

“And?” He mocked. “You already agreed. You need me. Don’t you?” He cupped your jaw. Tightly but not as harsh.

“Yeah.” You leaned in to his touch. Your defenses are completely down. You needed care. You were always working. Always cleaning up after someone’s mess. And now…he was going to take care of you.

And either make your daddy issues better.

Or worse.

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perlelune · 1 year

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Tag, You’re It | Ethan Landry | vi.

Happy, carefree college days meet their abrupt end when every guy who approaches you mysteriously turns up dead.

Warnings: NON-CON, Stalking, Bimbo!Reader, Clueless Reader, Loss of Virginity, Incel Ethan, Cheerleader Reader, Skin Carving (w/knife), Canon Typical Slashing, Voyeurism, Kidnapping, Forced Masturbation, Filming, Blackmail

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

"You know you shouldn’t lead him on like that," Mindy muses from your bed, her eyes not lifting from the Stephen King novel she’s engrossed in.

You place your phone above the vanity drawer after hanging up. You just decided on another study meetup with Ethan.

It’s been a few weeks since he began tutoring you. There’s been a sharp improvement in your grades and you’re starting to believe that maybe you’ll be able to graduate just like the rest of your friends.

Before, all those things felt as unreachable as the stars in the sky. But Ethan, with his kindness and unlimited supply of patience, made it a reality.

Sure, you won’t be a top student anytime soon, but at least now there’s hope of you not failing the course and falling behind.

"What? I’m not leading him on. Ethan and I are just friends," you defend, puckering your lips as you apply the finishing touches to your makeup before the big game. Your gaze keeps bouncing to the clock. The playoffs begin in a little less than an hour.

Tensions are high tonight. This is no regular game as whichever team wins will go on to compete in the national championship.

It’s one of the reasons Chad and most of the guys on the team have been in a weird mood all week.

Besides, honor’s at stake when a team plays on their own turf.

The pressure’s been off the charts for the cheer squad too, Alana having run the team into the ground to perform well today and not miss a single step.

Despite how exhausted you are, you’re almost thankful for that. Focusing on cheerleading has helped you file away that god awful night.

The humiliation you experienced still burns a hole inside you whenever you remember it.

While you can’t quite shake the lingering sensation of being watched, you can at least try to reclaim a semblance of normalcy.

Hopefully Ghostface had his fill of tormenting you and won’t do anything like that ever again.

Mindy arches her brow and scoffs, "It’s pretty obvious he’s got some desperate puppy crush on you." Under her breath, she mumbles, "...And I’m still not entirely convinced he’s not Ghostface."

You pause, the tip of your lipstick almost snapping as you press it tight against your mouth. You unleash a heavy sigh and whirl to her, brows drawing together.

"Mindy, please. Not that again," you plead.

It's not the first time your best friend has shared her doubts regarding Ethan and you wager it won't be the last.

Every time she catches you texting him or hanging out, disapproval paints her features. She also squints and gestures at him that she’s watching him whenever she crosses paths with him.

It saddens you that she can’t get along with him and won’t relent regarding her suspicions.

Ethan’s helped you so much. It’s unfair that your best friend keeps claiming he’s a murderer without any evidence to back it up.

And outside of tutoring, he’s been a great friend to you, always here to wipe your tears and listen to you talk about anything, however trivial. Every time you ramble on about cartoons, your collection of stuffed animals and how you’d love to get more, clothes or anything really…Ethan wears that same fond smile on his face.

Outside of Chad, you never had a guy best friend. Unfortunately since getting into college, you haven’t seen much of him since he’s so well liked and has developed such a large circle of friends.

So Ethan’s a breath of fresh air.

You relish the ability to talk without fear of judgment or being belittled for the things you pluck joy from or how forgetful and absentminded you can be sometimes.

Ethan has not made fun of you once for misremembering a word or your tendency to get lost around campus. Instead, he escorted you to class and promised to be with you more often so it doesn’t happen. He also agreed with you that it’s not your fault because every building looks the same, which everyone in your friend group laughed at you for mentioning before.

Mindy leaps from the bed, exclaiming, "Come on, Ethan? Shy, dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky." She lets out a humorless laugh. "Maybe he went all 'if I can’t have you, no one can' and decided to get rid of the competition…permanently."

Your eyes roll as she concludes her theory with a repeated stabbing motion towards her throat.

"You’re ridiculous." You get back to gauging your reflection. As you adjust the pink bow in your hair, you add, "Ethan’s cool. And I can actually understand some of the stuff Professor Atkins says in class now thanks to him."

In the mirror, you watch a sullen Mindy fold her arms behind you.

"I still don’t trust him." She flicks her hands skyward and exhales in defeat. "But I can’t tell you who to hang out with."

You step away from the vanity to make your way to your pouting best friend. She accepts your hug, a deep scowl still etched on her face.

"Let’s just drop it, okay?" you offer. "I hate arguing with you."

Mindy sighs against your shoulder.

"I’m just trying to keep you safe."

Leaning back, you squeeze her shoulders and smile.

"I know, and I love you for it…but you gotta ease off him, Min." She groans at that, tossing herself back onto your bed with her arms spread. As she glowers at the ceiling, you maintain, "Ethan’s been an amazing friend to me."

More curses are grumbled under her breath. Shoulders slumping, you elect to give it a rest and stop trying to convince her.

You know how stubborn Mindy can be. There will be no changing her mind tonight, or anytime soon.

Casting the upsetting topic aside, you hop to the center of the room and spin in your cheerleader outfit.

"How do I look?"

"Like a fembot specifically designed to appeal to the male gaze," Mindy deadpans.

You angle your head sideways. "Is that a good thing or bad thing?"

She chuckles and smiles at you before elaborating, "You look smoking hot, babe." The befuddled frown on your face vanishes, an elated grin supplanting it. Mindy returns to her reading and gives you a thumbs-up. "Break a leg."

Grimacing, you grab your pom-poms from underneath your bed and head for the door.

"Hopefully not or Alana will kill me."

You’re on your way to meet up with your squad when you stumble upon Ethan in the hallway. As usual, he’s dressed simply in a blue button-up and dark slacks, damp locks of his curly mane kissing his forehead.

He greets you in that bashful way he does while you beam at him, shaking your pom-poms.

You jog in his direction with a bounce in each step.

"Ethan, hey!"

His gaze widens as it roams over you, pink dusting his cheeks.

"Wow, you look…"

Placing a hand on your hip while the other lifts your pom-pom above your head, you adopt a cheerful pose.

"Cute?" you suggest.

Ethan’s throat ripples as he gapes at you.

For a while, he only does that, stare at you open-mouthed.

His face then turns an even brighter shade than before as he dips his head down momentarily.

"Y-Yeah. Something like that," he stammers.

His reaction drags an amused chortle out of you. You surmise it’s the first time you’ve addressed him in your full cheerleader getup and he must be somewhat taken aback.

"I didn’t know you liked sports," you observe.

He shrugs.

"Not particularly but everyone is going and Chad’s my roommate." He points at the camera hanging from his neck. "I also kind of got roped into taking pictures for the school paper."

Some of the other cheerleaders wave at you as they’re running out to the field. The impatient clamor of the crowd already swells from the bleachers, loud enough to be heard even from the corridor.

One of the girls from the squad, Lisa, stops as she catches sight of you and Ethan. A quiet conversation flows between the two of you, an inquiry swaying in her hopeful blue orbs.

You give her an imperceptible nod and she smiles at you, quickly averting her gaze and striding away when Ethan glances from her to you with a look of utter confusion on his face.

"What the hell was that about?" he asks, thick brows drawing together.

"About that…It’s good that I ran into you because there's something I meant to tell you, hm, more like ask you."

He inches closer, his eyes on you wide and alert.

"Ask me what?"

A sliver of hesitation zips through you but you remember the promise you made just a few hours ago at cheer practice.

You can’t back down.

You swallow a lungful of nerve and reveal, "So…one of the girls in my squad sort of has a massive crush on you."

"Oh," he exhales, his shoulders sagging. His smile fades, understanding seeming to dawn on him. "You mean that girl I just saw?"

You nod and explain, "Her name’s Lisa." He considers you blankly. You wave your hands in front of yourself. Words rush out of your mouth in an apprehensive string. "I know. I know. Trying to set up your friends is so cringe but she noticed you since the beginning of the year. The thing is she’s shy and doesn't know how to approach you. I promised her to ask you if you’d be interested in hanging out sometime." You twiddle your thumbs and mumble, "She’s super pretty and so nice, and she’s even into that same board game you told me about the other day…" You trail off, forehead creasing as you try to remember the name.

Ethan tonelessly corrects you when you misspell the name of the game.

You perk up and giggle, "Right. She just told me. I don't know how I forgot."

Ethan studies you long enough that it becomes unnerving and you start fidgeting under his sizzling focus.

You grow nervous, wondering what he’s thinking. Usually, you wouldn’t meddle with anyone’s love life. But Ethan’s done so much for you. If possible, you want to do something for him too.

You just don’t know what you could do to thank him.

Setting him up with someone from your squad seemed like a good idea, especially since you’re pretty sure Ethan’s single. You haven’t seen him hang around any other girl besides you.

A heavy sigh drops from Ethan’s chest as his lips lift into a small half-smile.

"The thing is, I already like someone," he confesses, patting his camera.

Your eyes bulge as a wave of embarrassment washes over you.

"You do? I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize." You blink up at him in curiosity. "Who is she? Does she know?"

He chuckles. "She doesn’t know anything."

You approach him and squeeze his arm encouragingly.

"Well you’re awesome so if she can’t see what’s right in front of her, you’re allowed to move on."

Ethan lets out another wry laugh.

"If only it were that simple."

Your brows knit. "What do you mean?"

He runs his hand through his thick curls and exhales a long, weary breath.

"She’s all I can think about. Literally." He pauses, his gaze corralling yours. "Every hour of every day, I think about her."

"Wow, that’s intense." You rub his forearm and send a sympathetic smile. "Sounds like it’s more than just a crush. Sounds like you’re in love with her."

"Yeah, I guess I am. Silly me, huh?"

"Don’t say that. I’m sure things will work out in the end. You deserve to be happy, Ethan."

His attention on you sharpens before a slow smile unfurls on his lips.

"You know what? I think I do."

"Of course you do."

Your answer makes him smile wider.

The moment is shattered when one of the players wedges himself between you and Ethan and steals an ephemeral, chaste kiss from you.

The buff brunette quarterback flashes you a pearly grin.

"A kiss for good luck?" he says, winking at you.

"Uh, sure," you reply shyly, butterflies swarming your belly.

He smiles at you one last time before jogging towards the stadium.

"Who’s this guy?"

You blink, Ethan’s deep, blunt voice startling you.

Pivoting back to him, you explain, "Oh. Tyler and I met at the boba shop the other day. It’s too early for anything serious but he’s cute and has been super nice to me."

It’s been pleasant to bask in some sense of normalcy again after what happened last month. You craved it. Tyler’s easygoing, fun to be around and he’s never pressured you to do anything once.

Ethan’s jaw clenches as he scoffs, "Do you just go for every guy who buys you candy or gives you some half-assed compliment?"

Your mouth hangs open in shock. "Ethan? What do you mean?"

He scrutinizes you for a few seconds before sighing and moving to walk away.

"Nothing. Don’t worry about it."

The hand you wrap around his wrist stops him, Ethan halting in his tracks. You tug him back with a contrite pout, your concerned gaze rising to meet his.

"I am going to worry about it. Ethan… Did I say something upsetting? I feel like maybe I did. I'm sorry about Lisa. I thought she'd be your type. She's everyone's type."

"Well, she isn't mine," he replies icily.

Budding tears tickle the back of your eyes but you repress them. It’s not the time to weep. The game’s about to start.

So you swallow them with ease, deciding you’ll give Ethan a proper apology later on.

Instead you give a sunny smile and ask, "Are you coming to hang out with everyone after the game? We all decided to meet up for chili fries and beers whatever the outcome is."

Ethan’s eyes fall on your hand wrapped around his wrist. He shifts your grip so your small hand rests in his larger one. He studies your twined hands, rubbing his thumb against the back of yours.

When he looks at you again, a glint dances in his chestnut orbs.

"Thanks but I’m gonna be busy actually." He flashes you a broad grin. "I just remembered I have some trash I need to take out."

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trick-or-fucking-treat · 2 months

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The Knife in You Brings Out the Life in Me - Danny Johnson x Reader

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Prologue ~

Summary:

Y/n was never close with her cousin Billy and hadn’t seen him in years, but when he shows up at her roadside home, running from the law and with a Stu on his arm, she figures it’s best to let him stay. He wouldn’t.. gut her? Right? Best not take any chances! The real kicker, however, is when their inspiration - the real and original Ghostface - shows up. She has less faith he’ll let her live if she isn’t careful.

"How could this happen? Am I dreaming again? Her body's not moving I'm assuming she's dead"

- The Greatest Story Ever Told, Ice Nine Kills

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"Fuck, Billy! What'd we do now?" Stu stressed, knife in hand, gesturing wildly.

"Well... our face is on every news station, too many people around here know who we are." Like Stu, Billy still wore his shitty dollar store Ghostface costume, albeit their masks were tossed off to the side. Both were covered in blood, Billy slightly more so, and Billy was trying to keep his cool while Stu made every effort to panic.

"Ok, so.. we need to lie low?"

"Exactly. I have a rich cousin who doesn't live far from here, but still pretty out of the way. She's a recluse, we won't be bothered there... assuming she'll take us in."

After pulling off their first couple murders scot free, Billy and Stu decided they couldn't let the thrill go. Of course it was going to bite them in the ass eventually, but how were they supposed to know karma is a cold hearted bitch? Welp! They sure do now...

Their latest victim managed to get away, and while she didn't see their faces, she was damn sure she knew the killers. The two slash happy teens had taken a hit at another one of their classmates who they weren't too fond of, and they got cocky. Gave a hint hint, wink wink, at who they were behind the masks to scare the poor victim into thinking she was going to get her guts spilled by the guys who sit across the classroom to her in chemistry. It's all part of the thrill!

Except this time the bitch got away and ran to the police.

Stu was quiet for a moment before another thought occurred to him. "What about... you know who..? How will he find us if we drop off the map?"

"For all we know Danny's watching us right now! He's probably laughing about us fucking up.. he'll find us or he won't, that's up to him. Right now we need to get out of dodge."

———

Danny Johnson. The original Ghostface. Billy and Stu thought they were funny copycatting such a famous psycho. He was their role model of sorts.

Things changed when good ol' Jed Olsen started being pally with Billy and Stu, though. He was older. Sort of came out of nowhere. Knew things he shouldn't have known.

At first the pair were worried he knew what they were up to and just needed confirmation before going to the police, but Jed seemed to find it more funny than anything. He had this energy about him that made them cautious.

One night they were getting ready to start stalking another future victim (Miss run-away-and-blab-to-the-police funnily enough) when they got a phone call.

"Do you like scary movies?" The familiar staticky voice had spoken. "Who am I kidding? Of course you do! Why else would you both be starring in one? The question is... are you really the predators? Or are you actually... the prey?" The line had gone dead a moment later.

But when they shared a slightly concerned glance and decided to continue to leave for their midnight hobby, they opened the door to see a matching - though much more pristine mask - staring back at them.

The Ghostface at the door didn't wear a cheap, scraggly, dollar store Halloween costume like Billy and Stu. He wore thick, black, sturdy material with straps and combat boots. Ohhh fuuuuuck... this guy is serious.

Danny gave them a good scare and let them fear for their lives for a while. Danny's a better killer than them. More experienced. More ruthless, and far more premeditated. But despite planning on killing them at first (they stole his entire thing, they couldn't get away with it, Danny had been planning this for a while) in the moment, he saw potential in them. Also they were a good laugh.

From then on, Danny took them under his wing and turned up when he felt like it to guide them in stalking and nurture their talent for murder.

Danny wasn't typically the kind of guy to help out other killers, especially ones who steal his likeness, but these guys had the same raw psychopathy that Danny sees in himself. And also, what the hell, he gets bored, they buy him free meals, they treat him like a god, what's not love!

And so Billy and Stu met their hero and dedicated their time to someday be as great as him. (Danny knew they'd never live up to him, he can always kill 'em when they get boring).

But now they've fucked up. Their victim got away. Danny's laughing and hiding in a bush somewhere vowing to never let them live it down. And Billy and Stu are hitching a ride to Billy's cousins place, hoping y/n will look past the blood and murder and let them crash for a little while.

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A/N: ok this is the prologue for my new fic! Now I know I've written fuck all in a long time, and I apologise to anyone who's been waiting on updates to my other fics if you've read any, but I've got to go where the inspiration takes me!

I hope you enjoyed this little intro and please leave a comment if you have any ideas!

Have a great day/night,

~ trick-or-fucking-treat

#danny jed olsen johnson x reader #danny johnson ghostface x reader #danny johnson x reader #danny jed olsen johnson #ghostface x reader #danny johnson #slashers x reader #slasher #slashers #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight fanfic #ghostface

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novafics · 10 months

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l Missing l

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapped reader/talks of torture/talks of death.

Summary: Reader gets kidnapped and it's up to Dean to get to you in time before it's too late.

Word Count: 1.6k

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You shouldn't have done it, you knew that, but all you could think about was the smile on Dean’s face when he found out you bought him his favourite pie. Dean was currently away on a hunt with Sam and from what you had heard from both Sam keeping you informed and Dean’s complaining it wasn't going too well which is why you broke the ‘don’t leave the bunker alone rule’. From the tone in Dean’s voice that morning over the phone you could just tell that this hunt had taken its toll, not only were both boys coming back with some injuries but every place that they had stopped never had any pies which was to Dean, in his own words, a “travesty”.

All you wanted to do was to make him happy, that’s all that mattered to you, just the smile that graced his face was enough to make you jump for joy. It was just supposed to be a quick trip there and back, no stopping, however as you left the store and were putting the keys into the door of your car you felt a sharp pain to the back of your head and you were out, dropping to the floor with a thud and leaving you unconscious for your attacker to easily drag away while your belongings laid on the floor along with Dean’s pie that you had so carefully picked out.

As you woke up you found yourself strung up in a cell. The floors were covered in both dried and wet blood, something that could only mean a bad time for you was in store. You could tell that the back of you head was still bleeding from the continuous drip of the blood running down your back, your hands were raised so far above your head that your feet only just reached the floor on your tiptoes which meant all of your weight was being supported by your wrists which at this moment felt like they were about to break from the force being applied to them.

In the distance you could hear screaming, not from just one person, no, from many. You felt like you were in a torture chamber waiting for your turn, which as you heard the footsteps closely approaching meant that you didnt have to wait long.

Ever since your disappearance it didn't take long for Dean to realise you were missing, you always called him to make sure he was having a safe journey back and so when you didn't call he went to the worst case scenario and tracked your car. You knew that Dean had installed a tracker in your car as he asked for your permission to do so, just so that he could have that extra precaution to make sure you were safe.

After seeing your deserted car and your stuff strone across the pavement both Sam and Dean knew that you had been taken. Upon further investigation they had also found sulphur along with your things, which led Sam and Dean straight for you. They knew exactly who had you, it was a rogue demon that they had encountered on their last hunt who at being forced away from what he was up to was so angry with the two he left a threat for them both so that made him the obvious culprit in this situation.

It had been around 10 hours now since you were taken, those boots you heard echoing throughout the halls was indeed a warning sign for your inevitable pain and not long after hearing those sounds the demon that took you started to torture you taking all of his anger at Sam and Dean out at you. At this point your whole body felt numb. Your once excruciating wrists now felt as if they weren't there. The numerous cuts and slashes across your body that once felt like burning all over had made your body run cold. You knew that it would all go from bad to worse when you got cold, that meant that you didn't have much time left as first you go cold, then you die.

Luckily for you Dean was on his way, they had finally managed to find the place you were being held and while Sam managed to exorcise the demon their last task was to find you before it was too late. It felt like an eternity before they found your cell and upon entering found you still strung up, covered in your own blood and perfectly still. You weren't frightened or crying, no, you weren't doing anything at all.

The sight in front of Dean made his blood run cold, he couldn't lose you, not you, never you. To him you were his saving grace and you meant everything to him. Sam had managed to loosen the chains around your wrists while Dean caught you on your way to collapsing onto a heap on the floor. “Baby?” his voice was a whisper at this point, scared that you weren't going to answer him ever again.

“Baby, I'm here, please open your pretty eyes for me, please!” The desperation in his voice was one that even Sam himself had never heard before. As Dean continued to cradle you in his arms with tears falling in steady streams down his face he was sure you were dead, your one warm skin was ice cold and he could feel his heart breaking inside of him as he stroked your cheeks.

Before his heart could shatter entirely however he watched as your eyes slowly started to open and your hands weakly started to hold on to him, desperate for him to never let you go.

“Oh my god sweetheart, you’re ok, You’re ok!!!” he had to repeat that you were ok a few more times before he could believe it himself. “Yeah i'm here baby, im here” you replied trying desperately to snuggle closer to him trying your hardest to bask in his warmth.

Not wanting to stay in that place a moment longer Dean brought you back to the bunker tucking you under what you could only describe as a million blankets to get your body back to being warm again, The feeling of your ice cold skin being something he never in his life wanted to feel again, and luckily something he never did.

#spn #supernatural #supernatural x reader #dean #deanwinchester #spn fanfic #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #supernaturalxreader #deanwinchester x reader #dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester angst #angst #hurt/angst #hurt/comfort

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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 29 days

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Part 3!! I had a good time writing this chapter as well, and it’s another doozy. Hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner ***slash

Warnings and tags: 18+ only please!! Adult themes including: very brief mention of past partner death, very brief mention of marriage problems, some crying, some insecurity, my sad attempt at flirting, very slight suggestive talk, dad Jake AU, uncle Danny

Word count: 5.5k

Mondays were hard for everybody, but this particular Monday seemed to be kicking Jake in the ass.

First he spilled coffee all over his pants so he had to change after already being a little behind on getting up and getting both himself and Luna ready. That made them end up at the back of the line for drop off at the elementary.

He was speeding over to the office after getting her to school. Normally it wouldn’t matter so much if he came in a little late, but someone had the bright idea of scheduling a meeting at nine am on a Monday and he still needed to go over a few things with his team before it started.

They had a big fundraiser coming up soon that he’d spent nearly six months preparing for. One of the local orchestras had offered to put on a concert and donate the ticket sales to the foundation. The event wasn’t going to be too big, but they had managed to secure a guest singer, a couple of soloist, and even a live band to agree to play afterwards while they had drinks and hors d'oeuvres.

Jake was excited about this particular fundraiser because the sales and any extra donations were going to go to giving students private music lessons, a program he’d been working on launching for quite a while now.

Though Jake had been working for the foundation for a few years already, this was the first project he’d put so much of himself into, feeling particularly strongly about the accessibility of musical education for children as a passionate musician with a child himself.

Even after his wife’s passing, Jake’s home was still filled with music to share with his daughter. His record collection specifically ranged anywhere from dusty old vinyls he had inherited from his parents house, to mint condition collectibles and limited editions he probably never would have found without his connections. His prized possessions however, were the first pressings of his and June’s album when it first came out.

The few copies they’d kept for themselves stayed tucked safely away on the corner of the highest shelf where they sat untouched since her passing, Jake still too tender to hear her voice again. Someday though he knew Luna would want to listen to them, and he only prayed he would have himself prepared enough by then.

By the time the meeting was over Jake decided to head back out for an early lunch. With the rush to get out the door this morning he hadn’t packed anything to eat so he decided to treat himself at his favorite restaurant- a spot he didn’t frequent too often since it was in what he considered to be a sketchier part of town.

Since it was just him he didn’t mind making the drive over, at least that was until his dashboard suddenly lit up with about three different warning lights. Of course he would be having car trouble today of all days.

With an annoyed huff Jake pulled over to the side of the road, leaving his car running because he was too scared that if he turned it off now he wouldn’t be able to get it back on. Being a little unfamiliar with his surroundings he pulled out his phone and googled where the nearest service shop was, finding one simply called Rudy’s Custom Auto just up the road he’d hoped would do the trick quickly and without charging too much.

His car managed to make it to the mechanic in one piece- though the sputtering of the engine misfiring was about to give him a heart attack.

The shop was nothing more than two bays behind old garage doors with a small office attached to the side. One of the bays was already occupied by an old body truck stripped of all its paint and covered in multiple patches of bondo. Jake pulled up to the next bay and waited a moment for someone to come out.

When nobody came he braved turning off his car, gripping the keys tightly in his palm as he slowly tread into the open garage. Once he stuck his head in he saw a pair of dirty work boots on the other side of the truck, but the dated stereo system that sat on top the workbench on the far wall kept the person at work from hearing Jake arrive. Jake cleared his throat and called out above the sound of Steely Dan playing loudly, “hello? Are you open?”

“You scared the shit out of me!” The person inside answered him, then their boots started to make their way around the front of the truck.

Jake stood awkwardly at the threshold of the doorway, waiting to see what kind of character worked at a place like this, but oddly enough he felt like he’d heard their voice from somewhere.

“What can I do for you?” They asked with their back towards Jake as they paused to turn down the stereo. Finally he turned around and a huge smile spread across his face when they both realized who it was. Danny was just as shocked to see Jake here as he was, but he also looked really excited.

“You work here?” Jake asked, thinking it was a stupid question as soon as it slipped out. Of course Danny worked here, he was standing inside the shop in a pair of navy dickies covered in oil and white dust with a just as dirty white t-shirt (this one without any modifications to it) tucked into his waistband and tightly stretched across his chest and arms.

“Off and on. Rudy’s a friend of mine he lets me do some body work when I need a job”.

“Oh,” Jake looked around the shop aimlessly, mostly just trying to keep from staring at the tattoo he now knew peaked out just underneath Danny’s sleeve. “There’s umm… something wrong with my car. Could you take a look at it?”

“Well, I’m not much of a mechanic but Rudy is out on lunch right now. For you though I could do some digging around and see if I can’t at least figure out what your problem is”.

Jake knew Danny was giving him special service as he lifted the hood and bent over into the engine. He never once thought having an admirer would come with many perks, but as he stood with his arms folded loosely across his chest as Danny checked hoses and looked for leaks the frustration towards the whole situation started to wear away. By some strange stroke of fate the car he so tediously took care of, nearly never missing an oil change, happened to break down in the same neighborhood he had no idea Danny worked in.

“Hey! Don’t break it any more!” Jake hollered, stepping up next to Danny to see what all the banging around he was doing was.

“I think I might know what it is” Danny popped his head back out, startling Jake as he suddenly came face to face with the other man. Another shock came when Danny grabbed his hand and shoved it down into the engine. “Feel that?”

Jake wanted to rip his hand away, all he could feel right now was the residual heat from the parts around his forearm, his fingers blindly searching for what Danny may be talking about, and the way his chest pressed against his shoulder as they both leaned over so Jake’s shorter arm could reach. Finally he felt the warm liquid and realized the smell he got a whiff of was gasoline.

“Must have a leak in your fuel injectors” Danny backed away, letting Jake pull his own hand out and offered him a rag from his back pocket to wipe it off with. “Gonna be a bitch to get replaced. Let me call Rudy see if he has any spare parts otherwise he can pick some up on his way back”.

Jake wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, not being too familiar with the inner workings of an engine himself, but he figured he should probably start making some calls of his own starting with work. After letting them know he probably wasn’t going to make it back from lunch Danny came walking out of the shop again.

“Good news, he can get the parts and he’s on his way back. Bad news, I could only sweet talk him down to a couple hundred bucks”.

“Right! Of course that’s fine, let me just-” Jake bent over back into his front seat, bracing himself on the cushion with one arm as he searched the console for his wallet. After a few seconds of not finding it he was struck with the realization that he’d had his wallet in his pants this morning. The ones he spilt coffee all over. “Fuck” he grumbled to himself, backing out of the car to see Danny looking away quickly. Was he staring?

“Well actually, I think I left my wallet at home. This Rudy guy doesn’t take ApplePay does he?”

Danny chuckled and shook his head, “no, this is not the kind of place for that. Don’t worry I’ve got you”.

“Oh no, I couldn’t ask you to do that” Jake tried to quickly figure out how he could get the money before Rudy returned. Maybe he could call Josh to swing by his house and get his wallet, or bring some cash. Fuck how long was this going to take anyways? He might have to ask Josh to pick up Luna from school too.

While Jake’s mind was racing Danny turned around and walked back into the shop to get back to work on the sanding he was doing before Jake happened to show up.

“Let me see what my brother is up to right now, he might be able to bring me some cash. How much exactly is it?” Jake followed Danny inside this time, not paying much attention to where he was going as he pulled his phone out.

Abruptly he was stopped when Danny’s hands wrapped around his forearms and pulled him out of the way before Jake could walk into a tool box sitting in the middle of the floor. He looked around the inside of the shop now, seeing the entire place was quite a disheveled mess. Tools were everywhere between the ground and the workbench, and oil pans that looked like they’d been used one too many times were piled into the corner of the second bay. It was like navigating a minefield to get somewhere he could stand and wait.

“I said don’t worry about it” Danny replied once he had Jake situated in a safe place. “Besides there are plenty of ways you can pay me back”. Danny gave Jake a flirtatious wink from where he sat back on his rolling stool on the other side of the truck.

“Excuse me?” Jake scoffed, too astounded by Danny’s suggestive response to focus on making the phone call now.

“Yeah, like a date” Danny continued as he picked up his scrap of sandpaper and started to go over his most recent bondo covered spot.

“A date?” Jake blinked a few times, wondering if he’d heard him right since the radio was still playing quietly in the background. “You want me to take you on a date?”

“Well I was going to say let me take you on a date” Danny chuckled again, keeping his eyes focused on his work, “but if you want to take me out I’m not at all opposed to that either”.

“I- I mean- ” Jake was stumbling over his words, in utter disbelief and embarrassed by his lack of composure right now. He didn’t understand what had gotten into him.

“What? Are you not into guys or something?” Danny let his eyes flicker back over to Jake this time, catching a slight blush creep into his cheeks.

“No, that’s not it…” Jake replied sheepishly. It was true, from a young age he didn’t put much thought into sexuality or gender for that matter. He was always more attracted to the person and how deep of a connection he could make rather than just what was on the surface. Though he’d never actually dated someone of the same sex before, it was never out of the question for him.

“Then what is it?”

The sound of Danny’s sanding stopped as he waited patiently for a response. He had a suspicion he knew where Jake’s reservations were rooted from, having already heard a few details, but he hoped Jake would feel comfortable enough to tell him himself.

“Dates have been hard for me,” Jake began, fiddling with the rim of his phone case to distract himself from mentally screaming stop shut up if you tell him he will only pity you- “since my wife died a few years ago”.

“I know,” Danny replied without hesitation, making Jake realize- of course he knew, his sister was one of Jake’s closest friends, “and I’d respect your boundaries if you said it was still too soon”.

Jake leaned against the work bench behind him and let his head fall backwards, huffing a breath out through his nose, staring up at the ceiling as he thought for a moment. His eyes felt dry and prickly, but he absolutely could not tear up right now. No he’d told himself a long time ago that he was done with that.

Danny seemed to be one step ahead of him on this, already understanding what he was getting himself into when asking Jake for a date. “What if I said it wasn’t too soon?”

“Hmm?” Danny didn’t quite make out his question, either because it was being directed towards the ceiling instead of him, or maybe because Jake was actually only asking himself.

“It’s not too soon” he rephrased as he looked back over at Danny again, a little more resolve in his demeanor. “Are you free this Friday night?”

Danny’s face lit up in a smile, having thought there for a moment Jake was going to officially tell him to fuck off. “I can be”.

A cocky reply, Jake thought, smirking himself a little. “Alright then. Friday night, I’ve got an event to go to. You can come”.

“An event? For your job?” Danny questioned in return as he once again got back to work. “Doesn’t sound like much of a date to me”.

“Look, do you want to come or not?”

“No, no, I’ll be there,” he assured him quickly, “thanks for inviting me”.

It’s not really like I had much of a choice. The truth was he could have declined, could have told Danny to shove it and stormed out of the shop to wait in his car for Rudy to return. He didn’t though, and there was possibly even a part of him who was excited he’d invited Danny.

Originally he was supposed to be going with Josh, but then his brother had something come up that weekend that he couldn’t get out of. Josh’s partner booked them a little mini vacation not realizing the dates conflicted with Jake’s concert, and the hotel and airfare were nonrefundable.

Jake promised him he didn’t mind, ‘It’s just going to be a local group playing a few songs, nothing too special. You guys go have fun’. He was more anxious about it than he’d led onto Josh though. At least now he wouldn’t be going alone and he’d have something to distract him if he got too nervous- Danny being easily very distracting.

“What are you even doing? You’ve been sanding the same spot this entire time” Jake tentatively stepped a little closer until Danny waved him over.

“I may not know too much about engines, but I know a lot about the body” Danny replied with a smugish half smile that made Jake roll his eyes. “Come here, you have to get right up close to see what I’m talking about”.

Jake moved to stand next to Danny, leaning over slightly as he stared at the white blob on the fender of the truck. Danny stood up and got behind him, barely grabbing at his waist as he positioned Jake to get the right angle. Jake’s body stiffened and froze, unused to being freely touched so often without any warning.

“You see how smooth it looks?” Danny muttered behind his ear making the hairs on the back of Jake’s neck stand up. “Run your hand across it now”. Jake did as he was told and placed his palm on the cold metal, feeling a small ripple as he swiped it slowly over the surface.

“You see sometimes things look perfect from the outside, but when you get your hands on it you find tiny little flaws. I’m a perfectionist, I’ve got to get every little dent and scratch out. Sometimes that takes days of just filling and sanding it back down until I run my hand across and it’s smooth as can be”.

“Doesn’t it get annoying?” Jake asked, thinking about how long and tedious that process must be.

“I’m very patient” Danny shrugged, letting go and sitting back on his stool.

Jake couldn’t help but let his mind wander in this moment as he watched Danny from just a foot away now. He wondered what Danny might think if he ever got an up close look at him. Sure maybe from the outside he looked put together, just like this fender solid and sturdy, but once he got his hands on him he’d be able to feel all his flaws- the cuts that dug deep into his very being and had scarred over.

Only about ten minutes later Rudy returned and Danny took a break from what he was doing to help get Jake’s car back in good working order. Thankfully they were done just in time for him to get to the school and pick up his daughter without having to call in reinforcements.

“Wait, could I get your number?” Danny stopped Jake before he could drive off, hoping but also confident that their fix worked. “So we can coordinate the date?”

Jake looked over Danny’s shoulder, seeing his boss tossing more tools around, not even bothering to clean up and not paying attention to what his employee was doing- clearly harassing customers. He gave him his number anyway, finding a text presumably from Danny when he got home. Just a simple wink face emoji.

Before he could save the number in his contact list though, Luna called for his help in the kitchen and he dropped his phone off on the bar. Completely forgetting about the little message left on read.

It wasn’t until Thursday night after he’d gotten off the phone with Josh that he received another text from the unknown number.

What should I be wearing tomorrow?

10:34PM

Jake waited a moment to reply, he’d just about concluded that maybe Danny had forgotten about the ‘date’ because he hadn’t heard from him since leaving Rudy’s shop Monday afternoon. When Danny didn’t show up to Wednesday’s soccer practice either Jake was a little discouraged, but he told himself to get over it. He walked Emma home and her mom looked like she’d had a rough day so Jake didn’t bother asking about her brother's whereabouts. Should he really care anyways?

Something nice but not too formal

10:48PM

No jeans and a crop top

10:49PM

Crop top?

11:00PM

Wait, that’s my favorite shirt

11:00PM

Good to know. Don’t wear it.

11:02PM

Ok I won’t, but you remember it?

11:02PM

Jake panicked for a second as he read the text. Why did he have to bring it up? Stupid mistake.

Danny continued to text while Jake stumbled for a reply, writing something out then thinking it sounded stupid and erasing it, knowing Danny was probably watching him type.

Did Luna see the video I sent her? Of the soccer ball slime? I thought she’d like that one

11:05PM

If Jake didn’t already feel awkward about bringing up the crop top, now he felt even sillier about having thought Danny had sent that video to him. Of course it was meant for Luna.

He debated not responding, just closing the messages app on his phone and going to sleep, but he knew that would be rude- a little white lie might be better.

Yes, she liked it

11:08PM

I’m glad, sorry I wasn’t at practice this week

11:09PM

Danny didn’t offer a reason why he was absent, but at least he’d thought to apologize. Not that he had to, it’s not like Jake was hoping to see him there or anything. Again he didn’t know what to say; it was getting late Danny had to know he was probably in bed right? Before he could reply again another text came in.

I’ll let you get to sleep. I’m excited to see you tomorrow. Good night Jake

11:11PM

Good night

11:12PM

Friday was a frenzy, hustling around between the office, the venue where the orchestra and band were getting to practice with the soloists for the last time before the show, and then home to get Luna ready to stay at Emma’s house while he was out.

The air was heavy at the venue when Jake left, some issues with sound they were able to get a tech to fix, and some tiny adjustments to the breaks in the program had everyone tense and on edge. Jake knew it was just pre show nerves though and he had full faith that the night was going to go over well.

The confidence in his peers didn’t exactly extend to himself however, as he held his breath when he rang the doorbell, Luna standing at his side excitedly.

“Daddy you’re going to a party?” She asked, ever curious about what he was up to.

“I’m going to a work party” he explained to her again, having already told her she was going alone to play at Emma’s house tonight for just a couple of hours.

“Will there be presents and cake there?”

“No presents, but there might be some cake. Do you want me to save you some?”

“Me and Emma?” She asked, grabbing his hand and looking up at her Dad with a pleading smile.

“Of course, I’ll bring you both some” he returned the smile down at her until the front door opened and she bounced inside off to find her friend.

“Thank you for watching her tonight” Jake told Emma’s mom as he waited around for Danny to show. He’d text him when he was on the way, offering a ride since he was coming over anyways.

“Of course any time” she kept the door open, also aware who Jake was waiting on. The silence was a bit uncomfortable, how much did she know about them anyways? The two seemed to be close, but he worried if she thought it was a little strange her friend and her brother were going out together.

“I know someone who gives piano lessons will be there tonight. I can ask them if they have any space for Emma” Jake offered, just to fill the time.

“Oh, that would be nice. We’ve got a lot going on right now though so we might wait until next year”.

“No worries, I can just get her contact information. Has Michael been having to stay late again?” He didn’t want to pry too much, but after a couple of years of knowing them he could tell there seemed to be some new unresolved tension coming from the household.

She sighed and shook her head, obviously frustrated but biting her tongue. He realized there might be a little more to her irritation than just her husband working late, but before she could break and spill her worries Danny finally emerged from the hallway.

“Sorry for making you wait, I was ironing my shirt”.

Jake’s eyebrows shot up when he saw Danny in the doorway, the light from inside the house casting his long shadow across the porch Jake stood on. He was wearing a dark colored button up with a diamond pattern, the sleeves rolled a quarter of the way up his arms with subtle gold chains across his wrists and neck. “Is this okay?” He did a little spin, holding his arms out so Jake could get a good look at his outfit.

“Yeah it’s great. You look great” Jake cleared his throat and adjusted the collar of his own shirt, glancing over to see Danny’s sister watching them with amusement in her eyes.

“Well you two have fun. Jake don’t worry about hurrying home we’ve got the kids”.

Jake nodded and Danny gave his sister a quick side hug before joining Jake on the porch. She shut the door behind him and Danny gave Jake a big eager smile.

“You look great too. I like this” he ran his thumb across the lapel of Jake’s suede coat he’d chosen for the night, already knowing it got cold at the venue they were going to. “I like these too” Danny’s fingers moved next to one of the necklaces that sat against Jake’s chest, picking up the circular charm and examining it.

“Thanks, they were a gift” Jake replied, trying to remain as still as possible and keep his breathing steady.

“Well, shall we?” Danny gently laid the pendant back down and retreated, clasping his hands behind his back like he was reminding himself to behave.

The ride over was nice. They talked about music finding out they had similar taste, Jake leaning more towards blues and Danny towards folk but both sharing a passion for the classics of old rock n roll.

When they arrived at the event Jake had plenty of people to greet and thank for being there. He worried Danny might feel out of place or get bored, but every time he glanced over to him Danny was lit up with a smile and conversing with those around him. Soon it was time to take their seats; Jake showed Danny where they would be at the back of the room, and waited by the stage for his quick speech before the concert started.

Jake held the mic tightly in his hands, not having felt that weight in his grip in years. He’d always had a bit of stage fright, but getting up in front of a crowd with June had never been less than amazing and he tuned into the memory of that feeling when he stepped in front of the audience tonight.

“First of all I’d just like to thank everyone for taking the time out of their weekend to be here with us. For those of you I don’t know, my name is Jacob Kiszka and I work for the foundation who put on this event. All of our ticket sales from tonight are going towards our new program that offers students free private music lessons. I really hope you enjoy the performance. Over the past six months I’ve been overseeing this project, I've gotten the opportunity to know some of these brilliant musical minds and promise they have some treats in store for you. Again, thank you so much for coming and after the show please feel free to check out the live band and refreshments we will have in the conference room next door”.

The crowd clapped for him as he exited the small stage and scurried off to rejoin Danny at their seats. They had the last row reserved to themselves, and with the venue not being close to full there wasn’t even anyone sitting anywhere near them.

As soon as he plopped down next to Danny the lights dimmed, getting darker where they were compared to the stage lights that focused their intensity on the musicians down below and the first song on the program began.

Jake’s focus stayed on the stage, but he felt Danny shift closer to him and whisper into his ear. “You did a good job”.

Just as easily as he’d leaned over, Danny sat back in his seat and enjoyed the performance, letting Jake do the same. Despite any hiccups they’d had earlier, the soloists were flawless, the transitions between pieces seamless, and the audience was loving every minute of it, clapping enthusiastically after each final note.

“Isn’t she amazing?” Jake asked Danny when his favorite performer finished by far the hardest song of the night, The Habanera from Carmen. It was her idea to include it in the program, and although Jake worried it might be too difficult for an intermediate orchestra, he was blown away by their hard work and dedication to the art.

“I actually can't believe I just heard that in real life” Danny’s mouth was agape, his eyes glittering with sheer delight.

Jake’s smile faded as he observed Danny watching the performance now, but it wasn’t because he was upset or anything. Quite the opposite, he was suddenly being filled with an overwhelming sense of relief and reassurance. He expected Danny might like it otherwise he wouldn’t have invited him. Even if he didn’t that would have been ok, but Danny seemed to be genuinely appreciative of his time here and that made Jake even happier he’d come.

Feeling like he was being watched, Danny looked over and made eye contact with Jake who was sitting on the edge of his seat. A shiver broke through undeather his coat when Danny’s eyes took him in next, looking him up and down through hooded lids and finally settling on his hands in his lap.

Internally Jake was screaming at himself to move, say something, do anything, but on the outside he was as calm as ever when Danny reached over and grabbed one of his hands, intertwining their fingers together and giving it a squeeze. Jake let out a shaky breath as his eyes fell to his lap, hoping Danny could not feel his heart pounding in his wrist.

“Jake…” Danny muttered his name in the dark, swiping his thumb over the back of Jake’s hand making him look back up again, only he didn’t look him in the eye this time. Jake found himself staring at Danny’s lips, hoping he’d be the braver of the two again.

Before either of them could make the next move though their moment was cut short when Jake heard someone else start speaking over the microphone.

“This last piece was not included on the programs, it is a special thanks to our Director Jake for all the hard work he’s put in. We hope you’ve all had a great night and be safe”.

Jake snapped his head back towards the stage, shocked and completely unaware of this secret addition to the performance. He gripped Danny’s hand tighter when the song began to play and he instantly recognized it as a rendition of one of his own.

The singer started in after the acoustic guitar opening, and Jake was taken aback when he heard his late wife's lyrics bleeding through the speakers for the first time in over three years.

He could feel the sting but he didn’t even register the tears rolling down his cheeks until Danny sat forward as well. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just-” he felt his voice crack, his face and chest burning hot as he shook his hand free from Danny’s and excused himself.

Jake went out into the hallway to collect himself, furiously wiping at his cheeks until they were rubbed red and drying his palms on his pants. Thankfully he was alone, until he heard the sound of the door behind him allowing someone else out.

“I’m sorry, that just caught me off guard” Jake’s knee jerk reaction was to apologize, suck it up, and walk back in with his head held high. All of that flew out the window though when Danny silently came from behind him and wrapped his arms around Jake’s shoulders, pulling his back against his chest and resting his chin on the top of Jake’s head.

More tears began to pool along his lash line when Jake reciprocated the touch by wrapping his hands around Danny’s forearms and pulling them tighter around his shaking frame.

“Don’t apologize. You’re allowed to feel every emotion coming to you right now” Danny muttered behind him.

Jake shook his head and nuzzled his face into the forearms folded across his chest, waiting for the moment to pass before he popped his head back up and inhaled sharply.

“Ok, I’m going to go to the restroom. People will be coming out soon. Will you wait for me in the conference room?”

“Yeah, I can do that”. Danny released his hold and took a few steps back to give Jake some space now. Though as he watched Jake cover his mouth with the back of his hand and walk away, he wished he’d let him follow.

Tags: @lyndz2names @gracev0609 @lipstickitty @sanguinebats @kultavalo

A/N: So there really is a program called Austin Soundwaves that does offer free private music lessons for children in that area. I was able to go to one of their concerts and the performer really did start belting Carmen, it was awesome. Support your local musicians 👏

#greta van fic #greta van fleet #danny wagner #jake kiszka #janny gvf

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sugolara · 6 months

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𝘼𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙

ft. Shota Aizawa x daughter! reader

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Surprisingly, the truck had gotten them far until it stopped on the highway just outside Musutafu. They kept quiet as a single rotter stopped by Shota’s door and tried to get him. He looked at the mirrors and upon no sight of any dead, he opened his door slightly ajar, grabbed his hunting knife and stabbed it’s head.

The blood gushed touching Shota’s hand which made him sneer. Eventually, the rotter died and fell on the ground, the blood still pouring out. Shota pulled his hand back and wiped the blood on his jeans, “We’re going to look for a car.”

F/n nodded and grabbed the bat as they both climbed out the truck, “Should we leave the supplies here?”

“Yeah.” He thought for a second before looking at the cars that surrounded them both and walked up to a gray car, “We won’t be too far.”

She nodded again and proceeded to check the white car that was on the side of the road. She searched the front seat but seeing nothing useful, she checked the back seats where one gray luggage was at.

She grabbed it and let it fall on the road next to her feet. She crouched down, unzipped it and began rummaging through it. Nothing but a few packed clothes, toothbrush, soap, a picture of a couple who seemed old, and a phone.

She smiled at the sight of a phone as she lost hers, however, her smile died as the phone didn’t seem to turn on. She let out a sigh and dropped the phone before looking for her dad. When she spotted him, she continued onto a different car making sure to stay close to him.

Reaching a red car with tinted windows, she stared at it for a while unsure if she should open it, considering she could hardly see inside. She did listen for any growls, but when she heard nothing she decided to open it.

Opening the door slowly, she let out a satisfied smile as she saw no dead. Halfway in the car, she reached for a store bag that sat in the passenger seat. While grabbing the bag, she hadn’t realized a rotter was right behind her.

The rotters growl had alerted F/n and when she turned around, she screamed from how close it was to her with its hands trying to grab her. She fell on the driver seat, tears forming her eyes as she tried to kick it, “Dad! Get away from me!”

Shota, who heard her daughter's screams, instantly got out of the car and made his way to her. However, her screams had alerted a few nearby rotters and got in the way, making it difficult for him to pass. He pulled his knife and tried to slash them. He worried for his daughter as the dead made him back up, distancing himself from her.

As F/n kicked and kicked, another rotter appeared frightening her. Her hands clung to the items next to her looking for some sort of weapon. She used her other leg to kick the other rotter and when her hands came in contact with a set of keys, she let her legs go and the two came forward.

Before they could bite her, she quickly swung the keys into the first rotters skull that eventually fell on her, making its blood stain her clothes. She then looked at the second one doing the same action, repeating until the seats and dashboard were dripping in blood.

She noted how the bodies seemed heavy as they both laid on her. She groaned in disgust, dropping the keys as her hands had blood as well as her clothes. But despite almost dying, she couldn't believe she had just killed her first rotter.

Shota shortly arrived, his clothes also stained in blood. He quickly removed the rotters body of his daughter and when F/n stood up, he hugged her feeling relieved, “I thought I almost lost you.”

“Are you okay? You didn’t get bit, right?” He then checked her for any bites.

“Dad, I’m fine.” She shook her head and then revealed a set of keys to him, “I managed to find keys.”

He let out a sigh of relief, patting her head, “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

She smiled and hugged him for a moment, her eyes looking to the dead below them, “Should we get the supplies in the car?”

“Yes, but stay next to me.” The two then went back to the truck and began to unload the items to the new car. They fit the four boxes that contained canned food into the trunk and placed the waters, produce, blankets, a box of batteries, flashlights, candles, pencils, notebooks and crayons in the backseat.

Before Shota sat down, he grabbed a blanket and placed it on the bloody seat so he didn’t sit on it. With the two inside, Shota turned on the car and once again continued forward. While driving, F/n reached back grabbing two water bottles, a strawberry and grape inside its package, “Grape or strawberry?”

“Grape.” Shota said and received the open grape package while F/n kept the strawberries. They ate slowly to savor the taste as they knew this would most likely be the last time they would ever have grapes and strawberries along with other stuff.

Shota avoided a car, “Maybe, when we get to Sorston we can have a warm meal.”

F/n eyed the sunset, the shades of orange, pink and yellow stared back at her, “...Are we really going to stay there? After finding Eri?”

He could see her slowly eating from the corner of his eyes. He smiled, a smile he would only share with his daughters, “Of course. Of course we will, F/n. It’s a start…to something new.”

She hummed and watched the dying sun, stars had begun to show and soon the moon had come up. She had reached behind and grabbed a blanket to keep her warm. The moon was the last thing she viewed before she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

As she slept, Shota continued to drive. He wouldn’t stop until he reached an area where it might seem safe so the both could sleep without the worries of the dead coming from behind. With supplies and a car, all he hoped for was to see Eri before death creeps on him.

#aizawa shota x you #shota x reader #shota aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 4 months

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Two Sons: Part 2

Chihiro: Byakuya!? Byakuya, can you hear me!?

Chihiro?

*Mid-flight with the ring pieces still on his ankles, Byakuya suddenly hears a voice coming through his phone. He quickly picks it up and listens to Chihiro call him on the other end.

Chihiro: Thank goodness I reached you.

What's going on? I thought Tsuchiya destroyed your laptop. How are you contacting me right now?

Chihiro: Well, it turns out that once Kyoko and the others got back to the camp with Makoto and Kuripa, they sent some soldiers up to lend us some assistance. They got held off on the way up by some Monokuma's, but for some reason, their activity has been reduced massively, so they finally made it through. They brought a spare laptop, but it needs a moment to boot up, so I'm tracking you through a similar app on my phone.

I suppose it would be good to have some potential backup, but I trust you to leave this to me. If things go south, I'll give you a warning well in advance.

Chihiro: Good to hear...Oh! Byakuya! I've located Tsuchiya!

Where is he!?

Chihiro: AH! BEHIND YOU!

Wha-!?

*BZZZRRR!*

GAGH!

*Byakuya is surprised to find himself suddenly in the midst of a hail of jagged metallic ring fragments flying in his direction from behind, which he just manages to dodge.

Damn!

*Byakuya backflips to hold his two ring pieces in front of him like shields as the pieces fly back. Before turning to glare at his assailant, he swipes some more gunpowder to increase his ammunition.

Stop! You've violated the law!

Call you back! HYUGH!

Hap! Hyap!

*Byakuya slides his comm back into his pocket, showing only exasperation at Akira's smarminess. In retaliation, he gathers the ring fragments he has captured and launches them all in Akira's direction, but he avoids them all and catches the final projectile with his hand.

Gotta say...I've lived quite a while on this earth and NOBODY on it has frustrated me quite like you have!

I tend to have that effect on a lot of people I find! Still, you get cut once and this is your reaction!? Pitiful!

Ahahaha...Don't knock it 'til you TRY it!

*SLAASH!*

GAGH!?

*THUMP!* *THUMP!* *THUMP!* *WHAM!*

CHAGHCK!?

*While Byakuya is distracted, two stray ring projectiles fly behind him and slash him across the back. He topples forward, letting Akira punch him a few times before knocking him down to a platform below them.

*VWOOOM!* *WHOOSHSHWOOSHSHOOSH!*

Hrrr-CHAAGH!

Gah!?

*PONK!* *PONK!* *PONK!* *PONK!*

*When Byakuya lands, Akira gathers all the ring's fragments around him and launches the lethal chunks at his opponent. However, Byakuya uses his own control to commandeer the ring pieces and return fire back to the sender. Before his own attack can hit him, Akira leaps away, sending the ring fragments crashing through the wall in his wake.

Hehehehe...

What's funny? You...

*Crumble!*

...missed?

*CRAASH!* *CRUMMBLE!* *CRUMMBLE!*

GAAGH!?

*CRAASH!*

*Akira lets his guard down for a split second, not realizing Byakuya is controlling the ring pieces to cut a large slab in the thick stone wall behind Akira, which he then sends crashing down on top of him, smacking his half-brother in the face and crushing his body between the slab and the platform. As Akira is crushed, Byakuya calls back the ring pieces.

Haha! You can do EVERYTHING with these things!

Heh...I know...right...?

*CRUMBLE* *WHOOOM!*

!!!??

*CRRAAAASSH!*

HAAH!

*POOOW!*

DRGH!?

HAAAH!

*WHOOM!* *SHUNK!* *SHUNK!* *SMAAASH!*

GEGCK! TCH!?

*Even though Byakuya calls back most of the ring pieces, Akira is still able to hold onto two, which alone allow him to lift the cut slab of stone off of him and throw it at Byakuya with ease. While he's open, Akira punches him upward, reclaims the ring, and fires the fragments at him, with three of them piercing his chest and sending him crashing through the hangar's ceiling.

Hm?

*SSSHHHHHHHZZZZZZZZZZZZZHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSSSSSZZZZZZZZZZZZZHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSZZZHHH!!!*

...Oh fuck-!

*CRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!*

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chapter six — smack him for me

word count. 564 warnings. hitting someone notes. italics (thoughts) proof read done by @lunarxsun tysm bae 🫶

Okay, you were being dramatic. The meeting went well as Xiaoting and Mashiro, who came with, expected.

The final broadcast felt like a breeze for you to wrap your head around the weight of responsibility and pressure. Today, it finally sinked in.

The meeting ended with some positive remarks that added a new weight of burden.

You finally left the room with new thoughts in mind. Forgetting the fact that Mashiro and Xiaoting, who were waiting for you, are just a couple buildings nearby. Hoping to clear your mind a bit, you opt to visit the rooftop before heading down to the cafeteria.

You stride through the black hallways, checking your phone while you're at it. That was a bad idea, with you bumping into a person. Yet again.

deja vu.

"Ah, I'm sorry"

"Oh it's all good"

Meeting their eye, you recognize him as Park Sunghoon. He was holding phone turned ON alongside a plastic bag filled with snacks and energy drinks. Guessing he was on his way to practice practice room with his members bombarding his phone, you realize you look like were checking him out.

How embarrassing.

"ehem. Sorry, i didn't mean to stare." well that felt awkward.

You miss your members. Thinking about them made you realize the members who were waiting for you a couple buildings away.

Freezing at the thought, you forgot there was a person in front you.

Sunghoon, who later realized, the person that bumped into him was you - LN YN. Their topic recently.

"hey, are you LN YN?"

Snapping out from the daze you were in with a single question, you answered yes.

"Well, we watched your drunk-dazed performance. You did great"

"Oh. thank you sunbaenim"

Surprised with the praise, it was interrupted when your phone rang. Remembering the members that were with, you answered the phone. Saying you were done and you would talk to them about it later. The call ended with them telling they'll text you when they're down at the lobby and Hiyyih's tweet earlier resurfacing your mind.

With your phone out of the way, you're surprised to see Sunghoon still there with him scrolling through his phone.

"Ah, sunbaenim!"

"I guess you're supposed to be leaving now, it's nice to meet you"

Nodding, you thought about Hiyyih's tweet. Hitting him (lightly) for him to relay it huening kai (lightly) would be alright, yeah?

You debated on whether to embarrass yourself or just leave it be but you've come to choose the former that you'd come regret later on.

"Uh sunbaenim, sorry for this"

And with that, you lightly smacked his arm. With a quick apology and explanation, you blurted out a "I'm sorry for suddenly hitting you. It was supposed to be for Huening Kai sunbaenim as his sister told me to do that if i do see him. But since he's not here and you're here, I smacked you so you could relay it to him...."

Silence was met when you blurted that out. Just in time, your phone dinged, indicating Xiaoting and Mashiro arrived downstairs. Doing out a quick bow and muttering a goodbye, you walked away fast not bothering to look back.

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SYNOPSIS. debuting was a dream of yours, the problem was pledis doesn't have any plans on debuting a girl group soon. joining a survival show was your last chance, thus, you took it in hopes of debuting. now that you’ve achieved it, you promised yourself to not let anything hinder you while promoting. fate, however, had other plans. bumping into your senior slash label mates was a normal occurrence, but being them interested in a junior slash label mate wasn't. oh, how fate wanted to spice things up.

msg. hi I'm alive and well 😄 sorry for this long over due chapter but i keep on getting writer's block whenever I write this chapter ugh . anyw, now that's out . tysm for waiting 😭 I'll start posting the week onwards so yes im back !!! reblogs and feedbacks r appreciated

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stardustbarbarians · 2 years

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Everything Leaves You Hungry

Part Two

A Samuel Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: Sam gets a taste of the life.

Tags: Sam-centric, y/n isn't introduced until later on, serial killer au, addiction (but not to drugs)

Trigger Warnings: blood, death, murder (graphically described), mugging, Ohio {if I miss any please tell me}

Words: 4.6 k

A/N: Mac Saturn released their EP and this is what I do with it. Title taken from and inspired by Persian Rugs by Mac Saturn. Also this is like extremely fucked up, but I'm not gonna apologize. This is especially dedicated to @t00turnttrauma and @ofthecaravel because they were my hype team while writing this. Anyway, please enjoy!

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It had been about five years since the day Sam got a taste of the best euphoric experience in his life. Ever since, he’d been chasing that high. He was willing to risk his life and career to get that rush of power and exhilaration flooding his bloodstream, but he always had to keep his appetite on a very, very tight leash. Despite having to live with the constant need buzzing just beneath his skin like an itch you can’t scratch, he hardly ever satiated that desire.

Why?

Well, murder is frowned upon in all fifty states as well as in every country around the world.

Sam could tell you what happened that night five years ago like it was yesterday; it was something he often revisited in his mind. He was still in high school at that time, a member of the student council. The council all got together for a float decorating party at the president’s house, homecoming right around the corner and the seniors wanting to get a jump on their float. It was well past dark when they finished, rain dumping out onto the streets of rural Frankenmuth. Sam had been waiting for Jake to come and pick him up for twenty minutes, standing on the street corner they agreed to meet at.

He’d long since been soaked to the bone, nothing to shield him from the severe rain. Calling Jake wasn’t an option; his phone died at the meeting. He had to make a choice, either walk back to his fellow council member’s house or just make the half an hour walk himself.

Since he was already drenched, Sam threw caution to the wind and began trekking towards his house. He decided to take the route that Jake takes to drive him, that way if he did eventually show up their paths would cross. It was quite relaxing, despite the pouring rain. It was a fairly safe walk, just farmhouse after farmhouse and long stretches of fields in between; save for one section. There was an old steel mill that had shut down in the 70s and it was always in the news; people ODing there or murder victims being found within the decaying walls. One time there was even evidence of satanic worship found in the building which just nearly got the city to tear it down. However, they never could scrape up enough funds for that.

Usually, driving past the bowing chain link fences that were tangled with weeds sprouting out of the cracking concrete was safe enough. Considering Sam was walking, that put him at risk. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he strode past the crumbling structure, his eyes darting frantically around the dark for any threats. His sight was the only sense he could rely on, the roaring patter of rain plummeting into the ground like omnipresent static hindering his hearing significantly. Sam blames that on how he found himself with the business end of a knife pressed to his throat.

“Give me your wallet, pretty boy,” someone hissed into his ear. Sam immediately put his hands up, his blood turning cold.

“I’ll give it to you, I’ll give it to you,” he rushed out, his tone distressed. He frantically searched his pockets, patting down his jeans and his leather jacket. It was while he was searching his jacket that he found the box knife he’d used at the council meeting to open the packaging on their float decorations.

Without thinking too much, Sam pushed the blade out of the handle with the button and slashed at his attacker’s arm. The knife left his throat, the man he injured screaming out in agony. Sam whipped around to face him, his eyes taking in the sight of a vagabond clutching his arm as blood gushed out of a gaping wound, the rain attempting to keep up with the flow of gore and wash it away. Using the distraction to his advantage, Sam wasted no time swinging the box cutter into the side of the mugger’s neck. He managed to sever the carotid artery, blood streaming from his neck and onto Sam’s hand. It was warm, comforting against the chilly September weather.

He was mesmerized by the way the red oozed out of the gaps in the drifter’s fingers that he pressed against the wound. They both knew he wasn’t going to survive; that reality left a wild look in the attacker’s eyes as he seemed to desperately beg Sam for an answer to why. Sam was frozen in place. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the way the life seeped out of the vagabond, the fight for his life something so enticing to Sam.

He was expecting to feel a crushing dread fall upon him like an anvil as his victim ceased moving, a crumpled shell of a man lying hopelessly in the dirt. Instead, he felt a sense of power and euphoria thundering through his veins. The adrenaline rush left Sam feeling like he was invincible, a weightlessness hovering him from the clutches of the tethers of reality.

There was a small voice at the back of his mind that was telling him he needed to flee the scene. He stumbled back from the body, his legs feeling numb and having a mind of their own. Closing his eyes and letting the moment sink in, Sam took a deep breath and returned himself to normal. He walked away from his crime just as he had walked into it; like he hadn’t just committed an act of god.

He didn’t throw the box knife away. He didn’t even put it back into his pocket. He kept it in his hand and let the rain wash away his sin.

The rest of his trip home went off without a hitch. Sam, upon turning onto his block, finally tucked the box knife into his jacket. He didn’t even bother knocking as he strode right though the front door. The twins, who were watching Psycho, jumped at the sound of the door opening. They visibly relaxed when they realized it was just their brother. Then Jake seemed to remember that he was supposed to have picked Sam up from the council meeting, his eyes as wide as dinner plates and his body as rigid as a 2x4.

“Shit, Sam, I’m so sorry,” he quickly apologized, fearing the wrath that might come from forgetting his little brother. He kept glancing at Josh, pleading with him to help him out.

“Don’t worry about it. I got to go for a relaxing walk,” Sam dismissed, waving his hand at Jake and toeing off his soaked converse. They had made squishing sounds with each step he took.

The twins wore matching expressions of pure shock. Typically, Sam would’ve been so pissed off he would’ve tore them both to shreds with his wrath. Never before had they seen him be so calm over such an inconvenience.

“Y-you’re not mad?” Josh timidly inquired. He was expecting to have to wrangle Sammy away from Jake that night.

“Nope,” Sam answered, popping the P in the word. He flashed them both a brilliant smile, wringing his hair out in the kitchen sink that was across from the living room.

Josh and Jake shared a look with one another, having one of those silent conversations. When he was done squeezing the water out of his hair, Samuel stepped into the living room. Noticing his presence, they turned to look at him.

“What’s on your shirt?” Jake questioned, pointing at the orange-ish pink spot on Sam’s white shirt. The youngest pulled the fabric away from his skin, regarding it.

“Shit, I knew paint was a bad idea,” he smoothly lied. He was so glad at that moment that their school colors were red; it made the lie all the more convincing. His brothers seemed convinced, accepting the possibility of Sam using paint at his float party. With no further questions, Sam went upstairs to get changed out of wet clothes.

For the weeks following that night, Sam kept an eye on the news. It took a day or two, but his murder eventually made it on the air. The story only covered the basics of the incident: a man was found dead outside the Cass Steel Mill, a slash on his arm and stabbed in the neck. A police investigation was opened, but the running theory was that he got into a fight with another drifter over territory.

That was the end of it. Despite opening a case on the murder, the authorties didn’t spend too many resources on it. It went cold.

Sam got away with murder.

It started an insidious chain reaction inside of Sam. He felt like a god; nothing could match him or defeat him. It was the most addictive thing he’d ever known.

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After that night, he was left with the insatiable need to chase that high buzzing just beneath his skin constantly. However, he didn’t give in until almost a year later. The reason he was holding back wasn’t due to the fact that he was afraid of who he became; it was due to the fact that he didn’t want to push his luck.

Making it big with the band and going on tour was great because he was able to live his dream of becoming a professional musician and all, but it was amazing because he was able to hop around city to city and hardly leave a trace. He had an excuse to constantly be running away from his crimes. He was never a suspect because he was never around when the bodies were found. He learned to keep the weapons with him after his first went cold without a weapon found and he also never used the same one twice. If there wasn’t a pattern, then there was no way to connect any of his killings.

There were moments where he felt a ghost of what could’ve been fear at what he was capable of, his inability to feel anything close to remorse for taking people’s lives, but he was able to easily tune it out with his fervent need. There was nothing that could stop him short of his own death.

Despite being hyper aware of his own invincibility, Sam still kept an eye on the news at all times. There was a difference between knowing your abilities and arrogance and Sam was frequently keeping himself in check to prevent himself from slipping towards the latter. However, he wasn’t infallible. While trying to emulate the role of the gods, Sam didn’t realize he was in fact playing the part of Icarus. It was while they played a show in Ohio, because of course it was in Ohio. Nothing good ever happens in that wretched place.

As usual, the niggling craving for blood was vying for his attention. But that night, it was so incredibly strong that Sam couldn’t concentrate. He felt as if every synapsis in his brain was begging him to slake his thirst, but it went even beyond the mental. It was affecting him physically, as well. His heartbeat could be heard thumping within his chest by his own ears, his vision going in and out of focus with each contraction of his heart, and his hands shaking like a Parkinson's patient. He was irritable, speaking only in a clipped tone and snapping at anyone who dared to converse with him.

Jake and Josh, who were used to such behavior from their brother, just rolled their eyes at Sammy and basically ignored him. Daniel noticed. He knew it wasn’t normal for Samuel to be behaving so irate.

“Sam, what is going on with you,” the drummer questioned after pulling him aside from his brothers. Danny was prepared to get into an argument with his best friend, prepared to fight to get an answer out of him, but it seemed he didn’t need to.

“I’m having really bad withdrawals,” Sam sharply explained. He wasn’t lying, just omitting what he was feeling so deprived of.

Concern flashed across Daniel’s face before Sam turned around and walked away.

“Where are you going?” Danny called out after the bassist.

“For a walk,” he answered right before the hotel room door slammed behind him.

The muggy night air only added to Samuel’s irritation, the soupy air making it even harder for him to breathe. He didn’t even know where he was going, all he knew was that he needed to find someone and fast. He wandered the streets of Cincinnati, searching for the perfect victim. It took a while and he was starting to get severely agitated over it all. He got so annoyed that he in fact made a vital mistake; but he wouldn’t discover that until later.

Sam finally found someone walking alone in a part of the city that was dim enough so that any surveillance footage would be practically useless. She made the mistake of cutting through an alley, not even looking over her shoulder to see if anyone was following. The moment she vanished from view was the moment Sam’s stride got faster, using those long legs of his to his advantage. He caught up with her soon enough, his arms wrapping around her waist and then her mouth to muffle her screams; as much as he wanted to hear them it was far too risky.

Once in his grasp, he wrangled her to the wall, throwing her against the brick before his hand found her mouth again. They were face to face, her eyes wide with fear and panic. He’d give anything to know what was going through her mind at that moment, but his withdrawals were far too strong to play such games as those. He pressed her against the wall for a few more seconds as he retrieved his weapon of choice: a screwdriver. It wasn’t ideal, but he was pressed and it was the best thing he could find on tour without having to spend money and leave a trace.

Finally in hand, Sam took the screwdriver and forced it into the spot where her neck and shoulder meets. Blood instantly bubbled out of her wound, his hand still pressed against her as she attempted to scream and fight him. He wasn’t focused on that. His attention was drawn to the way her life slowly eased out of the gaping wound and the spark of life extinguished from her eyes.

Finally, his insatiable need was quieted. He was breathing heavily, his euphoria thundering through his veins. He felt satisfied for the first time in months. He felt as if he could breathe, the oppressive need was no longer smothering him. Tipping his head back, he reveled in the feeling of freedom it gave him.

His craving satiated, Sam yanked the screwdriver out of his victim’s neck and watched as she slumped to the ground without his hands to support her weight. To throw the cops off even further, he riffled through her purse and removed her wallet. That way they would believe that it was a robbery gone wrong instead of a serial killer. He never used the money that he took from his victims as it would help the cops trace him down. Usually, he tossed them out the window of his tour bus or threw them in the incinerator of the venues he played.

With her wallet in his pocket, he walked away from the scene, careful not to take the same route he came. He didn’t know that an officer witnessed him walking out of that alley until years later.

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They were back in Cincinnati once again. It had been three years since Sam had killed that woman in the alley; a thought that placed a small phantom smile upon his lips each time it entered his conscious mind. There was a fleeting moment where he thought about visiting that alley again for old time’s sake, but he knew that was foolish.

This visit to the Ohio metropolis was considerably more relaxing for Sam than that last one was. He’d quenched his addiction a week before his return, marking that as his ninth victim. He was laying around their hotel room, staring at the ceiling and groaning about how bored he was. Daniel was in the room with him, laying on his own bed and reading a book while ignoring his best friend.

It was quiet in the room, save for the humming of the air conditioner in the room making the curtains billow. Sam hated the quiet. There was nothing to distract him from the haunting wails that were a persistent soundtrack to his waking moments. Their utter panic as they realized that their last moments would be spent with him. The guilt that maybe what he was doing was-

“If you’re so bored, go find something to do,” Danny suggested in a dismissive tone, beginning to be at his limits with Sam.

Sam looked over at Daniel, hanging his head off the side of the mattress. His long chestnut hair cascaded down against the stark white sheets, his eyes almost rolled into his head to properly see Danny from his position. His face was starting to turn red from all the blood rushing to his head.

“Fine. I’m going out,” he stated, springing up from his spot on the bed and began padding around his hotel room. He stripped himself of his casual white button up and tiny running shorts and replaced them with a nicer pair of black dress slacks and red satin shirt. Before Daniel could stop him, he was out the door.

He cabbed over to the nearest bar and upon entering, began scanning the room to see if there was anyone that could potentially fulfill his appetite - despite having claimed another life the week prior. Sam found it was the only thing that he found himself craving most of the time.

When he took that first vagrant’s life, he tried to satiate his desires with other things. But no matter how many women he slept with or illegal substances he filled his veins with, that craving wouldn’t go away. Once you taste the life, everything leaves you hungry.

Not finding anyone who suited his taste, Sam just sauntered over to the bar and ordered a drink. He finished that first drink when a woman dressed in a revealing dark forest green satin dress approached him. Immediately, Sam’s guard was up. He didn’t want to deal with fans tonight and even if she wasn��t a fan, there was something in the way she carried herself that seemed off. He kept scanning her, trying to figure out what it was about her when she talked to him.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” she prompted Sam, leaning against the bar in a way that made her breasts stand out. Sam huffed out a small laugh, figuring that he’d turn on the charm and solve her puzzle. It was something to pass the time, at the very least.

“Probably not. I’m here on business,” he explained. He didn’t want to give away too much information.

“Oooooooo, so he’s mysterious. C’mon, mystery man, what business are you on dressed like that?” she pushed, leaning in closer to him. Her drink was placed in front of her by the bartender.

“You’re telling me you know how to tell people’s jobs by how they dress?” Sam asked, thinking it would be a good way to try and prod her for information about herself.

For a second, her eyes flashed with something close to fear. But fear at what? Did he step too close to the truth?

“It’s something of a parlor trick of mine,” she explained away, taking a sip of her drink to buy her some time.

“Do go on,” Sam prompted, turning the situation around on her. Now he was the one in control of the situation and putting her on the spot.

The woman went on to point to different patrons and guess what profession they worked in based solely upon their appearance. There were a lot of different factors that played into her profiling, mostly how pricey their clothes and accessories were. It was when she got the person on her right spot on with his job that Sam finally figured it out.

“What’s your name, darling?”

She was a cop.

“Y/N.”

“I’m Sam. What do you say we get out of here?”

She accepted, following him out of the bar and flagging down a cab. During the car ride over, Sam texted Daniel to ask if he was in the room. He wasn’t.

It was a flurry of kissing and roaming touch once the door to his room was unlocked. She all but ripped Sam’s shirt off, throwing him onto the bed. She was quick to climb on top of him, straddling his hips and swallowing his breath out of his mouth when she pressed her lips back onto his. It happened so quickly and Sam was beginning to feel like he was getting whiplash.

He blames that on why he was so unprepared for there to be a knife against his throat.

“Alright, pretty boy. You’re gonna tell me where your murder weapons are, or I’m gonna have to put a hole through that gorgeous throat of yours,” she threatened, her demeanor completely changed over from the woman Sam met at the bar.

“You think I’m that pretty, huh?”

Without another word, she took the butt of the handle and cracked it across the high point of his cheekbone. It would leave a bruise.

“Shit! I thought cops couldn’t hit people like that!” he hissed, his hands up in surrender.

“Good thing I’m not a cop, then,” she haughtily replied, once again pressing the knife against his throat.

Sam just gave her a confused look as he tried to figure out who she was.

“It really is a good thing you’re pretty. I’m a bounty hunter.”

Once she revealed her profession, everything clicked into place.

“They don’t have any solid evidence on me, huh,” he taunted, his hands sliding underneath his head to prop it up.

“What makes you think that?” Her head cocked to the side, her overconfidence showing in that simple gesture.

“Well, if they’re sending you after me, the cops must be pretty desperate. Tell me, how did they name me as a suspect and for what murder?” He was stalling and they both knew it.

“Why the hell would I tell you?”

Sam chuckled dark and low. He was hardly intimidated by this woman, but he also needed to play his cards right. He needed to keep her talking; keep her distracted.

“I tell you what: you tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll give you something that you want. How does that sound, sweetheart?” He only ever used “sweetheart” when he was being condescending.

“Something I want, huh? And what might that be?” Her tone was sultry, almost like honey. It was a sharp contrast against the cold steel pressed into his flesh.

“What are they paying you? I can more than double it,” he offered, not even a hint of fear in his blood as she applied a little bit of pressure with the knife.

“Hmmm, cute. But I don’t need the money.”

Sam rolled his eyes. He really didn’t want to play by her rules, but he needed to know what the cops knew about him. “Fine. I’ll get you the murder weapon.”

“There we go, sweetheart. We have a deal,” she announced, refusing to remove the weapon from his throat.

“Start talking, doll. I have a show I need to be on stage for tomorrow, I can’t be here forever,” he impatiently prompted.

“You were spotted leaving the area of Chelsea Murdock’s murder around the estimated time of death by an officer on patrol that night,” she informed, her hair slipping off her shoulders as she leaned into his ear to speak again: “Not as invincible as you thought you were, huh, pretty boy?”

Sam growled in frustration. Of course the only time he slipped up was during the only murder he commited in Ohio.

“Now, get me that screwdriver, or I change the color of these sheets to red,” she hissed, sitting up properly and pressing the knife a little harder against Sam’s throat.

“You’re awfully cocky if you think I’m gonna do what you say,” Sam argued, his bratty streak still shining through despite the life threatening situation he was in. But, he really wasn’t concerned. You can’t kill a god.

“We had a deal, Samuel!” she bellowed, her other hand fisting into Sam’s hair in an extremely painful grip.

“That I never agreed to.”

Just when - for a fleeting moment - Sam thought that he was about to experience the last thing his victims experience before their lights went out, he was met with a warm spray of liquid against his face. That warmth then pooled onto his stomach as her blood flowed down her torso and onto Sam. He allowed himself to revel in the feeling of that crimson ichor blessing his skin; something he wasn’t allowed to experience very often in his life.

Her lifeless corpse slumped onto the bed to the left of Sam. He only knew that because he could feel her weight shifting the mattress. He had closed his eyes in order to properly enjoy his religious experience

“Sam?” It was shaky, but it didn’t sound afraid.

The bassist finally snapped his eyes open to see Daniel Wagner standing at the foot of the bed. There was a knife in his right hand that was covered in blood, the red staining his hand as well. There was a wild look in his eyes, but it wasn’t fear. He’d seen that look on Danny’s face after a really euphoric performance on stage.

Was that what I looked like after my first time?

“What are you feeling, Daniel?” he asked, out of breath. This truly was his dream come true.

The drummer looked at his right hand and gulped. It was shaking as he gazed upon it, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the blood sluggishly dripping down his arm.

“Maybe there really is something to what you’ve been saying… Y’know, about feeling… god-like,” Danny answered. It was adamantly clear that he was very unsure about everything, but Sam would be there to coach him through it.

“I told you,” he began, his voice strained as he pushed the corpse off of him, “it’s an experience second to none.”

Danny was as rigid as a board as Sam approached him. His gaze was now locked onto the bounty hunter’s lifeless body, the gears turning inside that brilliant mind of his.

“What do we do now, Sam?” The tremor in his voice was slowly dissipating with each passing second.

“Now,” Sam took the knife out of Daniel’s hand, “we call the cops.” He pressed it against his lips under Danny’s watchful eye. Samuel watched as a shiver traveled across his best friend’s body, their eye contact unbroken.

They did call the cops. The pair of musicians explained that they had to kill her out of self-defense. She was trying to rob Sam, threatening him with a knife. She knew who he was and how successful he was. When Danny came into the room he did what he had to in order to save his best friend’s life.

The case went under investigation, but ultimately the murder was rulled in self-defense.

Sam Kiszka and Daniel Wagner got away with murder.

And they would continue to get away with murder.

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Top 5 Wincesty moments.

OK i am answering this in a chaotic way where sometimes i mean wincesty like sam-slash-dean and sometimes i mean it like how i see it in canon, which is a queerplatonic rship that aromantic dean is pretty in for from the get-go and that sam, by the end of the series, has at least semi-consciously committed himself to for life (even tho it doesn't fit the pattern of the other rships we see him enter into)

anyway

in the traditional sam-slash-dean way then obviously the whole of It's A Terrible Life, the most wincestuous episode of all time, sam in his beefy polo shirt in the elevator and dean 'save it for the health club' quivering with desire, both of them covered with blood and panting with adrenaline and LU S T

if i have to pick one moment from the episode then that moment where sam gets a call from dean to come upstairs right away and then we cut instantly to a shot of dean buttoning up his shirt

because, well

red meat, an oasis of beautissimous wincestuousness however you slice it, a glory, i have already enthused about this ep at length but dean out in the forest trying to get branches to make 'a litter' for sam, dean's face when he comes in and sees sam dead, dean chugging those pills, sam's face when he gets back to the impala, both of them when sam gets thru on the phone, that moment in the car after where both of them Don't Talk About what dean obviously did. this is many moments but whatever. i guess dean slamming back the pills if i have to pick one, idk why but that does something for me, the chaoticness of it

what is and what should never be, the bit where sam calls dean out on calling him sammy and dean's heart visibly shatters behind his eyes

(i always think about j2 saying how hard it was to act that episode and pretend they had no relationship at all when they were already so close, perfect, no notes)

clearly 15x20, dean's speech but the whole episode. this really works for my queerplatonic reading of wincest in that it's the first time really in the whole of canon that they both acknowledge the full scope of the fact that actually they are really everything to each other. idk if that makes sense but it's like, before 15x19 they're always driven together by the latest Big Bad, there is some nebulous possible future they're entertaining (or at least sam is entertaining) where they might be with someone else. but at this point they could have gone off and settled down with other people but they've chosen not to because they are getting what they need from each other. like that whole domestic montage. they're happy. this works for them. so dean's speech is like… acknowledging that if he hadn't died they'd basically have been life partners and they are both okay with that. idk it makes me very happy as someone in a qpr

mulled over this one for a while, other top contender was lebanon and dean being like to john, 'i have a family', but it's too similar to number 4. instead i go the other way and pick WENDIGO and that bit in the abandoned mine where they look at each other lit by firelight and they have that glint in their eyes and you think, yeah they gonna be boning later for sure

ahahahaha

#top 5 askbox game #jess replies #wincest #my stuff

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brunette-barbie4562 · 13 days

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Uncharted (Duff McKagan X OC)

Summary: Unsure of her next steps in life, Carreen Joy "CJ" Thompson finds herself taking a job working under the Guns N' Roses bassist Duff McKagan during the Not in the Lifetime... Tour. She faces the fast-paced and foreign world of rock n' roll, touring, and groupies, as well as blossoming taboo feelings for her boss.

Trigger Warnings: Heavy child abuse in this one and references to drugs/drug use

February 2018

Mindy’s House / Redding, California

The kitchen was quiet, as Mindy and Michelle sat at the dinner table. Mindy picked at the food on her plate, only having taken a few bites. It had been three days since CJ’s snowboarding accident. She had been quieter than ever and had not left her room.

It had been like walking on eggshells with CJ since she had returned home at the beginning of December. Her niece appeared to have fallen into a depression. December and January had been rough. Mindy had to force CJ out of bed just to shower, never mind eat. She often stood by CJ’s bedroom door and listened to her sob on the other side. When she did see her niece out of her room, her face was often puffy and red from crying. Asking CJ outright about what was wrong did not work. She would look at her aunt with a thousand-yard stare and tell her ��nothing.”

Mindy had been delicate with CJ and then tried to be more forceful to pull answers out of her. Neither of which had been successful. Mindy had backed off and let Michelle try to speak to her. In the past, CJ had been more willing to open up to Michelle about things. But that had also been unsuccessful. Mindy was sure something had happened while CJ had been out on tour, as there was no other explanation. One moment, CJ appeared to have been the happiest she had ever been when they spoke on the phone right before she returned home, and then the next she was a mess. She had got off the plane in Sacramento completely despondent. She had called Axl, who had no idea what the problem could be. As far as he had been aware, nothing had occurred that would cause such a behavioral change. After attempting to reach Duff unsuccessfully several times, she had reached out to Slash. He had been vague with his answers, seeming somewhat unsure, but also a little evasive. However, that was not entirely unlike him.

Mindy’s sleep had been shit. She had sat up awake for hours, anxious and worried about her niece’s health. Michelle had tried to reassure her that when CJ was ready, she’d talk. As January moved into February, things seemed to improve little by little. CJ seemed to cry less and came out of her room and ate more often. She had even been convinced by Mindy to get back out onto the slopes. But after the accident, things seemed to be back at square one. CJ had not left her room since, and Mindy had left her plates of food that went uneaten.

Mindy pushed her own plate away and scooted her chair out.

“I’m going to try to talk to her again,” she said, with a frustrated sigh. Michelle took her hand gently before she could stand up.

“Don’t, just let her be a little bit longer. She might just be a little tired and sick from her medicine.”

“She hasn’t spoken more than two words in the past 72 hours. I thought things were getting better. It’s time to figure out what’s wrong with her. I’m worried, she needs to talk to someone.”

“Pushing her does not work.” Mindy rubbed her face in frustration, a strong stress headache coming on.

“Then what WILL work?! I don’t know what else to do!” Michelle stood up from the table and took both of Mindy’s hands, looking up at her with concern.

“It’ll be ok, I promise. You just have to be a little patient. Just wait a little bit longer. I’ll try to talk to her, ok? Just let me try, I’ll get through to her.” Mindy felt some of the frustration leave her body, looking into Michelle’s bright blue eyes. She was always her voice of reason. Mindy felt a flood of emotions and she hung her head, letting out a quiet sob.

“I just worry about her so much.” Michelle pulled her into a hug and Mindy tightly embraced her back, burying her face into Michelle’s neck, quietly crying. She knew that if anyone could get through to CJ, it would be Michelle. CJ tended to call Mindy more on an everyday basis. However, in times of serious distress, she always seemed to gravitate towards Michelle. Since Mindy had first introduced CJ to Michelle, there had been a special connection.

December 1999

Sacramento, California

Mindy nervously smoothed her wool long pea coat. It was an abnormally cold evening in Sacramento. She had pulled out the heavier winter clothing at the last minute, trying to put together a suitable outfit for herself, as well as CJ.

CJ stood next to her, holding her hand with her small mittened one, looking down as she shifted her feet in the frost. Mindy took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She had been dating Michelle for about six months. Things were amazing. Mindy was head over heels in love. They had been on countless dates and gone away a few times over weekends. Mindy had made Michelle aware that she had had a child early on but had kept information close to the chest about CJ until very recently. She wanted to be sure about someone before she revealed many details about CJ or allowed anyone to meet her. Tonight was a big night. She hoped things would go smoothly. CJ had made great improvements within the past year, in regards to handling unfamiliar people and environments.

It was five minutes until the hour, and they stood outside an Italian restaurant waiting to meet Michelle. Across the street was a beautiful park, lit up with Christmas lights. Mindy found her mind drifting to the upcoming holiday and what she had left to buy. CJ’s small voice broke her train of thought.

“When will your friend be here auntie?”

“Soon baby.” Mindy searched the parking lot for Michelle’s white Jeep Cherokee and saw it pulling in. Taking a deep breath, she smoothed her jacket again and watched as Michelle got out of her car and locked her door before approaching. Michelle’s face brightened into a smile, looking from Mindy to CJ. Mindy looked down at CJ’s face to gauge her reaction to a new person approaching. Her expression was blank, and Mindy could not tell what she was feeling.

“Hey Mindy,” said Michelle, moving in for a hug. When they pulled apart, Michelle turned her attention to CJ. She crouched down to her level with a small smile, keeping a comfortable distance away so as not to overwhelm her. “You must be Miss CJ.” Michelle used a low and soft tone. CJ’s expression remained blank, her mitten in her mouth, as she appeared to slightly lean into Mindy’s leg.

Mindy cleared her throat and said, “Well, let’s head inside. I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving.”

Mindy sat on one side of the table with CJ, while Michelle sat across from them. They had just put in their food orders. CJ worked on coloring a child’s restaurant place mat, every so often glancing up cautiously at Michelle who would smile in response. CJ would quickly look back at her place mat. Mindy observed their interactions, hoping that this would work with time. She needed CJ to like anyone that she brought into their lives. If CJ didn’t like her it wouldn’t work. She turned her attention to Michelle.

“So, how was work today?”

“It was good! Had to surgically remove a tennis ball from a dog’s intestines, so that was fun.” Something that had first captured Mindy’s interest in Michelle was her love for animals and her career as a veterinarian.

“I bet that happens a lot.”

“It does, dogs will eat anything,” said Michelle with a laugh.

“You work with doggies?” Mindy froze, surprised to hear CJ speak. CJ had looked up from her place mat, crayon still in hand.

“I do,” said Michelle with a soft smile. “Do you like dogs?” CJ nodded shyly.

“You’ll like my tattoo then.” Michelle pulled up her sleeve to reveal the large and beautiful tattoo of a German Shepard on her forearm. CJ leaned closer to get a better look.

“It’s so pretty!”

“I have a dog at home, his name is Elmo. He looks just like this tattoo. Maybe some time you can meet him. He loves kids.” CJ nodded excitedly and then turned to Mindy.

“Can I please!? Can I auntie!?” Mindy was completely taken aback. It typically took CJ weeks to warm up to someone enough just to speak a few words to them, never mind initiate interaction with them.

“Ya,” she said, “definitely, if you want too.” Michelle was beaming. Mindy had given Michelle a heads up about how long she thought it might take for CJ to become comfortable with her due to her extensive trauma history. Since gaining custody of CJ two years ago, Mindy had her in a specialized home-schooling program with the help of tutors. CJ had not ever attended school and there was a lot she had been behind on academically. She had caught up quickly and was preparing to enroll in the local public school system. Mindy had been working on social skills with her lately and perhaps this was a positive result of that. Mindy was not going to waste this opportunity. “You know CJ, Michelle works all the time with all different kinds of animals.”

“What other animals?”

“Almost everything,” said Michelle, “dogs, cats, turtles, snakes, I help them when they’re sick or hurt.” CJ’s eyes were wide with interest.

“You save them from bad people?” Michelle appeared to mull over the question for a moment, trying to respond in an age-appropriate manner.

“Ya, we help them feel better after bad things have happened to them.” Something appeared to click in CJ’s brain at that moment.

“Kind of like how you helped me auntie?” Mindy was surprised at CJ’s openness.

“Sort of like that,” she said, with a smile, lightly running a hand affectionately down CJ’s hair and back.

“Ms. Michelle, I want to help you help the animals.”

“You guys can come by the clinic anytime and I can show you around.” The conversation was interrupted by the waiter bringing their plates to the table. Attention now on her plate, CJ enthusiastically began to dig at her spaghetti. Touched by the entire interaction that had taken place between Michelle and CJ, Mindy couldn’t help but let a few tears slip from her eyes. This was the one. The woman for her. She knew it. If she thought she had felt love for Michelle before, she knew she felt it now. She made eye contact with a smiling Michelle across the table and mouthed “thank you.”

February 2018

Mindy’s House / Redding, California

Michelle lightly knocked on CJ’s bedroom door. “CJ, it’s Michelle, can I come in?” There was silence. She waited a few moments before speaking again. “I just want to come sit for a bit, I miss seeing you.” More silence. Not wanting to push it, she turned to walk away when she heard CJ’s voice from the other side of the door.

“You can come in.” Excited to finally be getting somewhere, Michelle lightly turned the doorknob and went inside. The room was dark with the shades shut. It took a moment for Michelle’s eyes to adjust. CJ’s room looked the same as it always did. She noticed that the shower sleeve and snacks Mindy had left her the other day were untouched on her desk. CJ was a lump underneath her blankets on her bed, so that Michelle could do not see her. She walked over and lightly sat on the edge of the bed. CJ lay facing away from her, and Michelle could just slightly see her face poking out from under the covers, looking towards the wall.

“Hey,” she said, her tone just above a whisper. “I just thought I’d come see you. I’ve been missing you.” CJ continued to lay there expressionless. “How are you feeling?”

“Broken.”

“Maybe when you feel better, we can get back out on the mountain. We could go to Montana or maybe Washington?” Suddenly, CJ began to tremble underneath the blankets and became bizarrely hysterical. Michelle jumped back off the bed, shocked at her reaction. Panicked, Michelle ran around to the other side of CJ’s bed. She dropped to her knees, so she was eye level with her. CJ’s face was red as she sobbed and hyperventilated. A few stray curls poked out from underneath the blankets around her face.

“CJ please tell me what’s wrong, I want to help, but I can’t if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,” she said, desperately. “We can fix it, no matter what it is, I promise. I just want you to be happy again.” CJ looked her in the eyes, still for a moment, acting as if she might speak. Michelle held her breath, waiting. CJ seemed to think better of it, and broke back down into sobs, shaking her head.

“No, I can’t,” she sobbed. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.” CJ pulled the blankets over her face so that she couldn’t be seen. Michelle sat there awhile longer, placing a hand on CJ’s covered shoulder and lightly rubbing, trying to provide some comfort.

May 2017

Conrad Dublin Hotel / Dublin, Ireland

CJ stood at the front desk of the hotel, having just checked herself and Duff out. She scanned the lobby, seeing a group of fans excitedly watch the elevators. Axl had already left, having gone out a back door of the hotel. However, Slash and Duff would be coming through the lobby to get into the airport shuttle. Duff had told her there would probably be a crowd of people waiting for them and it wasn’t anything abnormal.

The elevator dinged and out walked Duff and Slash. She went to walk over and was cut off by a group of fans. She pressed herself back against the wall, watching as fans asked for pictures and autographs. Slash signed a few things but did not stop for pictures. Duff took more time, signing merchandise and taking pictures. After the crowd had cleared, a few women continued to hang around, giggling and asking Duff questions. He politely excused himself, walking towards her. Behind him, the woman looked on coldly as he approached her.

“Hey, you ready to go kiddo?”

“Ya, if you are.” She picked up her bag and they headed out to the shuttle. As she walked away, she could hear the group of women talking amongst themselves. She was only able to pick up on some of what they were saying.

“Who is that?”

“I’ve never seen her before.”

She heard mentions of Duff’s and Axl’s names before CJ walked completely out of earshot. She remembered Beta’s words about people assuming “the worst” and felt a sense of unease settle in her stomach.

CJ soon forgot about the experience in the hotel lobby. Getting through the airport had been a fast whirlwind. They moved quickly, having gone through a private screening. But by the time they sat down on the plane, CJ had to catch her breath. It took her a moment to look around and notice how nice the plane was. It was a smaller private plane, with large spacious leather seats with two to a row on either side. The seats had tables with small food and drink menus. Along with she and Duff, was Axl, Beta, some of Beta’s family, Slash, Meegan, and several of the band managers. The luxurious accommodations continued to be overwhelming for her, having been launched from her quiet rural middle-class life in Redding to private jets and suite hotel rooms in the city. A part of her felt strangely guilty. She understood that she was working, and this was a job, but she didn’t like the feeling of not having paid for anything. She had grown up with a strong work ethic in a solidly middle-class household. CJ had watched her aunt work hard to provide her with a good life and despite having overly sheltered her, Mindy had instilled that same work ethic into her.

She sat in the window seat, watching the crew on the tarmac scramble around to prepare the plane for takeoff. They were headed to Spain, where the next show would take place in a few days. Thankfully, it would only be about a 2-and-a-half-hour flight.

Duff stood further up the aisle, talking to one of the managers, as she got settled in her seat. She pulled out her book, Wuthering Heights. She re-read it once in awhile, as it was one of her favorites.

Duff took a seat next to her as the plane began to push back from the gate.

“You like to read?”

“I do,” she said, “It’s like a movie in your brain.”

“What’s your genre?”

“Romance and history,” said CJ, “But I like to read classic novels of any type.” She flipped her book closed, keeping her thumb in the page she was on. “I’ve read this one about four times already.”

“I’m a reader and a history nerd myself,” said Duff, with a grin. CJ paused thoughtfully before speaking.

“History helps us understand things in the present, how we got here, why we do things, how our world has been shaped. I think that’s why I like it so much.”

“When we are in different cities I like to visit historical sites, if you ever want to come along,” said Duff.

“I’d love too, if you don’t mind,” she said.

“Not at all, nobody else around here typically wants to come with, I’d love the company.” CJ smiled at him gratefully and thanked him. She wanted to ramble on and info dump on him about her interests but restrained herself. She didn’t want to bother him and make him regret extending the invitation to her. Instead, she opened her book back up and continued reading.

The airplane took off and reached cruising altitude without turbulence or issue. The words on the page began to blur together as CJ tried to focus, but sleep began to overtake her. The dark tendrils of panic began to replace her sense of realism. She shook her head in an effort to stay awake, but it was unsuccessful. Her book and the plane around her fell away and she was swallowed up.

CJ awoke with a start. It was suddenly the summer of 1997. Her heart was pounding, fight or flight activated immediately, eyes darting around the humid, dark, and dingy room, frantically searching to be sure that neither her mother or her mother’s boyfriend, Stephen, were standing there. When she was sure the room was empty, she relaxed a little. The house was silent, meaning they were both either passed out or not home. Home. It was not home here, despite it being one of the longest places CJ had ever stayed at, a little over one year.

A dim ray of light made its way through the dirty windowpane and old moth-eaten curtains on the other side of the room. Despite it being the room of an 8-year-old girl, it was bare, other than the mattress CJ lay on in the corner of the room and an old dresser with half the drawers missing. A few of her belongings sat on the floor next to the mattress; a half-filled glass of water, her CD player, a small box of CDs, a few small toys, and some rocks she had collected outside. Faded old, ripped wallpaper was peeling from the walls to reveal the dirty drywall, patched with mold and water stains. There was a small bathroom connected to the bedroom, with a dusty non-working tub, but a functioning sink and toilet.

Her body felt sticky and sweaty underneath the stiff and musty blanket she had pulled over her head, only her face sticking out to look around. She wanted to throw it off herself but figured it would be best to wait a few more minutes to listen for any movement in the house. In addition to the window on the other side of the room, there was another down at the other end. But no light shone through, as it was covered with a thin tarp that had been nailed haphazardly to the wall to keep it shut. Despite this, there was always a draft, hot in the summer, and cold in the winter. It was currently summer, and she was used to waking up overheated. Still better than the cold of the Pennsylvania winter.

When CJ was certain she was safe, she quietly rose out of bed. She tiptoed to the bathroom and silently shut the door to use the toilet. She caught a glimpse of herself in the old, rusted mirror hanging above the sink. She was an absolute dirty mess. Her curly brown hair was knotted beyond repair, hanging down in what looked like partial disorganized dreads. She was dirty-faced and unclean. The only working shower and bathtub was in the downstairs bedroom where her mother and Stephen slept, and she was not allowed to use it. Her clothing was also unwashed. They didn’t have a washer or dryer, and her mother only went to the laundromat maybe once a month. That left CJ to cycle repeatedly through the four outfits she owned, washed or not. Her tank top and basketball shorts hung off her malnourished frame.

CJ walked back into the bedroom and quickly gathered up the small plastic bag she used to carry the things she collected during the day while outside. She was almost certain nobody was home or conscious enough to hear her but she still tip toed out into the hallway. She passed by the other rooms, doors open to show their empty spaces, other than the occasional piece of old and broken furniture that had been there since they had moved in. The house was large and at one point may have been filled with a big and happy family. However, it had fallen into disrepair a very long time ago and was no longer livable. Stephen had moved CJ and her mother into the house from their small one room apartment back in Philadelphia a little over a year ago. The dilapidated house had been bought by one of Stephen’s brothers with the intent to fix it up and flip it. However, he had to move out of state for reasons unknown to CJ, and all but abandoned the project, due to distance and lack of interest. The house had sat until Stephen needed a place to live. He offered to fix the house up for his brother and get it ready for sale in exchange for living there rent free. But that had not happened, and Stephen’s brother did not seem to care enough to check in. While the apartment had also been dirty and cramped, she missed having heat in the winter and cold air in the summer. She missed going to school, learning new things, and spending time with other children. She also had friends that lived in the apartment building. She could find loose change on the sidewalk and walk to the corner store and buy herself some candy. Now she was in the middle of nowhere and the furthest she went was in the woods out back behind the house. She often left during the day to be outside until the sun set, exploring the woods, collecting rocks, and playing in the river. Her mother didn’t care where she was and if she stayed inside, she’d be on the receiving end of drug fueled rage from her mother or Stephen. Unfortunately, when winter came, she was stuck inside. It often went below zero, considering they were up in the mountains. She had no winter clothing.

Where she really wanted to be was with her aunt Mindy in California. Her mother loved to remind her how far away California was ever since they had fled to the east coast two years ago. She didn’t dare mention her aunt to her mother, she knew what the punishment would be, and things were becoming increasingly unpredictable. CJ had stopped speaking completely while inside and did her best to make no noise when she moved throughout the house. She didn’t even ask for food anymore, and instead snuck it from the kitchen when she could. Her mother had always been a drug user, but ever since getting with Stephen back in Philadelphia, her usage had ramped up substantially. Additionally, they had their “project” in the basement that they were always working on. Stephen had been motivated to move to a rural area from the city for his “project.” He had wanted the seclusion and privacy to cook and sell meth, as well as sell heroin. People came in and out of the house almost every day to purchase. They all had the same lost and scary look her mother had, and she tried to stay hidden during these transactions.

CJ quietly moved down the stairs, but stopped dead in her tracks when the couch came into view and she saw Stephen asleep, face up and hanging slightly off the edge. The coffee table was overflowing with dirty plates and silverware, old and moldy food, empty cups and bottles, multiple syringes, baggies of drugs, and several lighters. She could see several cockroaches scuttling across the floor and over the old food. Laying on Stephen’s chest, lightly held in his right hand, was a handgun. She slowed her movements down and held her breath, not daring to make a sound. She clutched her things closely to her chest as her feet hit the floor at the bottom of the stairwell. The house tended to creak and groan with its age and disrepair, but CJ had figured out how to move quietly throughout the past year so as not to make noise and alarm her mother or Stephen. She quietly crept across the room; her eyes anxiously focused on the front door.

She was almost there when the sound of something hitting the floor made her jump a mile and her heart leapt out of her chest. It was a rock, a rock from her plastic bag that she must have overlooked when emptying it out in her bedroom last night. Under typical circumstances, it would have been insignificant. But to CJ, it was so loud it could have made her ears bleed. She didn’t have time to think or assess before she was painfully deafened by the sound of a gunshot. She fell to the floor in a fetal position, her hands over her ears and the back of her head. She could just barely hear Stephen screaming at her, her sense of hearing gone. She was only able to catch some of what he was saying.

“You little bitch!” She trembled violently as a large hand tightly grabbed her by the back of her shirt, lifting her off the floor, causing the front of her collar to choke her. “Waking me up!” All she could do now was brace herself and hope his rage would be over quickly. The breath left her body as she was slammed into the wall, pinned by Stephen’s large fist that was now gripping her neck in addition to her shirt collar. He continued to scream, his spit flying all over her face. She opened her eyes a crack to see her mother standing in the doorway of the kitchen, nonchalantly smoking a cigarette and watching. She tried to reach a small hand out to her.

“Mama….” She knew her mother wouldn’t come to her rescue, but in her emotions of complete fear and helplessness, she didn’t know what else to do. Her attention turned back to Stephen as he wound his fist back to strike her in the face.

Duff looked up from his computer to notice CJ had fallen asleep. Her book was sliding off her lap as she leaned back into her seat. He gently took her book from her and closed it on the table in front of her. His gaze lingered on her. He was captivated by her, he wanted to talk more to her and pick her brain. But he let her read, not wanting to bug her. He repeated his mantra from earlier in the week, telling himself that she’s just a kid, young enough to be his daughter. In addition, she was his personal assistant, and he knew too many people who fucked their personal assistants and it always turned into a mess. Thirdly, he didn’t even want to think about what Mindy would do to him if she knew he had even glanced in CJ’s direction with anything more than a professional gaze. Just having intrusive thoughts about her made him feel like he was slightly losing his grip on sanity. There was no way someone like her would be remotely interested in someone his age anyway.

But if it was 30 years ago…..

He didn’t let his mind finish that sentence. In reality, if it was 30 years ago, a woman like her still wouldn’t look in his direction. He had been a mess. Sometimes he felt like the theme of his life had been a mismatch between timing, sobriety, people, and events.

Duff turned back to his computer, scanning over their tour schedule, and looking at when he’d have substantial time off in the next 6 months. He had about two weeks off in September and then about a week in October. He was trying to plan something for him and the girls. They could go away to the vacation house in Hawaii, but he was thinking somewhere different might be better. Somewhere they had never been that allowed for more adventurous activities they could do together as a family rather than just lie on the beach.

Duff was startled by CJ’s sudden movement in the seat next to him. She was still asleep with her eyes shut, but there was a look of distress across her features. She twitched and made small crying sounds. Concerned, Duff was unsure if he should wake her up.

Suddenly, she awoke and sat up, clawing at the table in front of her. She was wide-eyed and hyperventilating, tears spilling over her eyes and onto her cheeks. She appeared to quickly realize where she was and sunk back down into her seat. She met his gaze, looking up at him with sheer panic in her eyes. Nobody else on the plane seemed to have noticed.

“I’m sorry, I-, I just had a nightmare. I’m sorry. I wasn’t loud, was I?”

“Hey, it’s ok, you’re fine, you don’t need to apologize” he said, trying to keep his voice soft and calm, shifting into damage control. “You weren’t loud.” She was taking slow and controlled breaths in an attempt to calm down. “It’s ok, you’re safe.” He didn’t know if putting his hand over her grip on the side of the seat would help or make it worse, so he just sat there, letting her regulate her breathing. Touch typically helped him come down from panic, but he knew that was not the case for everyone, and he didn’t feel like risking getting clocked in the jaw. Instead, he tried to use his words to help her.

“I used to struggle on airplanes with panic, still do sometimes.” CJ appeared to somewhat visibly relax and the fear in her face was replaced with curiosity.

“You do?”

“I don’t like airplanes; I’ve learned to cope though. It took a long time.” His thoughts wandered back to all his mind-numbing drug use on airplanes, “and lot of trial and error.” She continued to gaze at him curiously, a few tears still on her cheeks.

“Did something bad happen to you on an airplane?”

“No,” he said, “I’ve been diagnosed with a panic disorder. A lot of the time they’ll happen without any triggers, sometimes I can identify a trigger, like being on an airplane.” His transparency seemed to surprise her.

“I know my triggers,” said CJ, looking away and wringing the hem of her shirt nervously. “If I’m in a new or unknown place, I sometimes get nightmares.” Duff didn’t want to pry; it wasn’t his place. But he could be supportive.

“If you need help with anything, you know where to find me. I’ve been dealing with anxiety for 53 years.” She smiled up at him gratefully.

“Thanks, it’ll settle soon, once I get in the new routine, like it always does.” He watched her wipe her face of any loose tears that had fallen in her sleep, sit back up, and open her book, straightening up as if nothing had happened. Almost as if putting on a mask, like she’d done it a million times.

CJ had never had someone calm her down as quickly from a nightmare or panic attack as Duff had. Nightmares typically occurred when she was alone in a bed and she calmed herself down, after waking up in the middle of the night. Even in instances where Mindy, Michelle, or a friend were close by she preferred to keep it to herself and breathe deeply until she had regulated.

There had never even been a therapist that had been able to bring her out of the panic cloud like he had, and he hadn’t done anything beyond talk to her. But his voice, his face, his entire aura was intensely calming. CJ still felt a sense of guilt and embarrassment. Embarrassed because she wished he hadn’t seen her like that, and guilty because she didn’t like to feel as if she had hoisted her problems on others or made him feel uncomfortable. She preferred to keep her difficulties internalized and try to handle them on her own. CJ felt the overwhelming urge to apologize again to him or spill her guts about everything. Everything that had ever happened to her. He had been open to her about his issues, and they hadn’t even known each other for a week.

CJ tried to focus on her book but couldn’t help but notice Duff shoot a few concerned glances her way. It made her feel awkward. Other than her aunt and Michelle, she’d not had many others in her personal life who had concerned themselves with her anxiety, especially a male. When she caught him looking over a fifth time, she turned to him with an amused smile.

“I’ll be ok, don’t worry, I’m not gonna fall back asleep.” She couldn’t fall asleep if she tried. Duff reciprocated her smile and put his hands up in mock defensiveness.

“I know, I know, I just told your aunt I’d keep an eye on you.” CJ rolled her eyes and scoffed at him.

“She worries too much.”

“Well, it’ll be my ass if something were to happen to you.”

“You’re afraid of her, for some reason.”

“Well, she does have a pretty good right hook. Or at least she did.”

“What did you do to make her hit you?” He looked unsure if he wanted to say what was on his mind, nervously rubbing the back on his neck.

“I mean, she always was perpetually mildly annoyed with me,” he said with an amused smirk “Even if I wasn’t interacting with her.”

“Ya but why did she hit you?” CJ wasn’t going to let it go.

“She just thought that I played around too much, that’s all” he said vaguely. CJ’s brow furrowed, unsure of what he meant. Before she could continue to question him the captain of the plane came over the intercom, announcing that they’d be landing soon.

The plane descended smoothly and before CJ knew it, they were walking out onto the tarmac. There’d be SUVs waiting from them at a pickup point close by.

CJ kept up with Duff as they made their way over. Behind some metal fencing, was another group of fans, calling out to them and holding out merchandise. They quickly stopped to sign a few things. CJ noticed a few people snapping pictures, and stood behind Duff, Slash, and Axl, not wanting to be in any photos, her anxiety still slightly heightened from her nightmare. She even did her best to position herself behind Meegan, who didn’t seem uncomfortable with the crowds and the photos.

“Are you alright?” asked Meegan, seeing CJ attempting to use her as a shield.

“Ya, I’m just still getting used to all this,” said CJ, “I don’t know how they do it.”

“They’ve been doing it for a long time, you learn to adapt.” Duff and Axl had finished up, but Slash was still signing a few things, a group of women appearing to be verbally fawning over him. CJ looked for Meegan’s reaction, but she seemed unbothered, scrolling through her phone. CJ didn’t know how to frame the question she had in mind.

“It- it doesn’t bother you? When they act like that?” Meegan looked up to see the woman cooing and squealing in excitement.

“No,” she laughed, “Groupies are part of the job, as long as he doesn’t entertain them too much.” CJ looked back over at Slash who had finished signing. He smiled and waved at the fans and then turned to walk back over to Meegan.

“You ready to go kiddo?” Duff was suddenly next to her, his hand lightly resting on her shoulder. She looked up at him with a small smile and nodded, wanting to get to the privacy of the SUV.

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herculean (drrr x f!reader)

Chapter 8 - Love and Care

synopsis: slasher attacks are occurring more and more around ikebukuro, and when anri gets caught in the crosshairs, you commit yourself to keeping your friends safe. that is, until its not just your friends that need protecting.

word count: 3,554

warnings: canon-typical violence, saika stuff, knives etc.

"and i pour my heart a new foundation but it don't set hard, it just stays shaking and i scratch my name, i scratch my name in but it don't set hard, it gets mixed back in,,

o my heart - mother mother

Anri was never very quick to answer your texts. You didn't hold it against her, assuming that she was just the type of person that didn't check her phone very often. Right now, though, you wished she had checked it all the time, took less than a minute to respond. As your vision of the phone screen blurs, you realize that your hands are trembling. For the love of god, please answer, Anri!!

Kanra: Did you guys hear? Rumor has it, some first years at Raira were attacked by the slasher!

You and Setton both left hastily before Kanra could explain more. The pounding of your heart could practically be heard in your ears as you quickly texted your younger friend. Was she okay?? Were the boys okay?? The girl had yet to get back to you and every minute that passed was excruciating. After a while, you decided that calling could be better. Pressing the phone to your ear, you chewed your lip anxiously. It rang...and rang.... and rang.... and rang...

"Hello?" You could cry.

"Anri!! I'm so glad that you're okay!! I just heard about the slashing that happened and I got so worried about you and the boys! None of you were involved, were you? No one got hurt?"

There's a brief silence and your heart drops. "...Masaomi and Mikado are fine, they had nothing to do with it. I'm fine too, I promise...but I was there during the attack."

"What!? Where are you right now??" You try to keep your voice level to avoid stressing her out further, but it takes a lot of effort.

"I'm at the police station. Mikado and Masaomi are about to walk me home."

That was good, there was someone there to comfort her. You sigh, happy to have at least slightly calmed your nerves. "Okay, well I'd hate to get you worked up after all of that. Hope you get home alright, and sleep well!" You wish you could see her right now. Hopefully, surrounded by her friends, she could smile and find it in herself to recover. "Oh, and Anri?"

"Hm?"

"Wait for me the next time school let's out, okay? I'm going to walk you home."

...

"E-Excuse me, miss!!"

A tall, disheveled man with kind eyes stands before you. He's almost apologetic, as if he had to muster up the courage to approach you. "Yes, can I help you?" You were currently out running errands. Part of the independent life also came with the maintenance of your entire apartment. A lightbulb needed to be replaced, you needed a new filter for your air conditioning, and you accidentally broke one of the vases holding your favorite houseplant. Amidst all the chaos, the domestic task was definitely therapeutic. However, you guess that a day can't go by where something interesting doesn't happen. "Would you happen to be (Y/N) Brigall?"

Your eyes widen to the size of saucers. Who was this man--a stalker? Was he here to hurt you? You were in broad daylight, surrounded by people. Surely no one would be foolish enough to try such a thing! "I-I'm sorry... have we met? How do you know me?" you ask, carefully inching away from the man. He seems to panic at this, holding up his hands in a surrendering gesture. "Please don't be alarmed! It was a guess, I was searching for a young, fashionably-dressed foreign woman." He reads this from a notepad he had pulled from the pocket of his trench coat. "Embarrassingly enough, it did take me a couple of tries to find you, but I'm so glad I did!"

To your relief, he explains that he is Shuuji Niekawa, a reporter for a tabloid called Tokyo Warrior. So he was in journalism, how exciting!! He gains more confidence from your positive response. It was most certainly the kindest response he had gotten to that introduction. Maybe he should have turned to more women after-all. "I'm working on a new column and I am on the hunt for the strongest guy-- er, person in Ikebukuro and I was wondering if you'd be open to helping me out?" You light up at the idea of being in a magazine. Granted, Tokyo Disaster may be different from all of the fashion tabloids you read, but it was something!

"Hm, who do I think is the strongest person in Ikebukuro? Well, I'm sure you've heard over and over about Shizuo Heiwajima, but I know this one guy, he's super underrated! His name is Ky--!"

"Oh, no! Sorry, maybe I wasn't clear enough." He stops you. You quirk an eyebrow at him in confusion. How else were you supposed to help? "I wanted to hear from you as a candidate! As the woman who won in a fight with the Shizuo Heiwajima!" What?? Sorry, what did you do?? You don't realize that you've burst into laughter, garnering the attention of many passerby. Regaining your composure, you apologize to the man.

"Sorry--Mr. Niekawa? It seems that we've been caught up in a bit of a misunderstanding."

"What? No, it can't be! I have several eyewitness accounts of you taking a direct hit from Shizuo Heiwajima and coming out victorious!"

"See, that's not true-- I had to see a doctor afterwards! I didn't even land a hit on the guy, how does that count as winning a fight?" The man's face drops, his kind eyes now pleading. It breaks your heart, how desperate he seems.

"W-well, if these people seemed to think so, then anyone reading the column would think so! Not everything in every column is completely true. Please, give me something."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not comfortable lying to so many people. I wish you the best with finishing your column!" You speed away from him, avoiding his disappointed gaze. That poor guy, he must really need this column to work out. You had meant it, hopefully he gets the best interview in the world and the column becomes world famous.

Now, you had a houseplant to find!

...

The guilt of snubbing that guy from earlier was still getting to you. Maybe if you could help him in another way, you'd feel better!

Sora: Have you guys heard of this tabloid called Tokyo Warrior ? Taro Tanaka: That action magazine? Are you into that kind of thing, Sora? Setton: I think I've heard of what you're talking about, Sora. Sora: I haven't exactly read it before, but I've heard there's a new column coming out! Sora: "The Strongest Man in Ikebukuro." Sounds cool, doesn't it? I'll definitely be giving it a look when it comes out! Kanra: I dunno if you'll ever get to, Sora. Sora: What? What do you mean? Kanra: Haven't you guys heard? The Slasher took its next victim! Kanra: Shuuji Niekawa--a reporter for that magazine. Kanra: Wasn't he the one writing that column??

It feels as though your heart is in your throat. The feeling that overcomes you is hard to describe, but nausea wouldn't be far off. Your fingers are frozen, unable to type any of the questions swirling around in your head. Luckily, Setton expresses your exact thoughts.

Setton: Is he okay!? Taro Tanaka: Setton, do you know him? Setton: No... Setton: Now that I've heard his name, I remember that I really like his articles. Taro Tanaka: Really scary, though. Taro Tanaka: Sora, are you okay? Sounds like you were a fan.

You wish you could meet Taro. He seemed like such a cool guy, always looking out for others. Setton was the same. Kanra was... a character. If you all planned to meet one day, you guess she'd have to be invited too...

Sora: Yes, no worries!! I just hope that, whoever is behind this, they get caught soon. Setton: Yeah, I hope the cops catch him.

Saika has entered the chat.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Not this person again. She(?) had joined the chat before, but all she did was spam a bunch of creepy jargon--stuff about 'loving' and 'cutting'. It was very unsettling. You thought that Kanra had blocked her or something.

Kanra: SHE'S BACK!!!! џ(ºДºџ) Saika: Cut. Today. Kanra: I'm the one that wants to cut YOU. Saika: But not yet. Someone strong. Setton: Saika, how are you? Kanra: No point talking to it, it won't respond! Saika: Sure that I have to cut. Taro Tanaka: This is creepy. Sora: I might have nightmares about this... Taro Tanaka: Yeah, with all this cutting talk, maybe SHE'S the Slasher! Kanra: Not a chance! Saika: Someone strong. Saika: Need to love them. It is my goal. Saika: Yes, my goal to love.

God, what sort of messed up person was behind this? Perhaps it was a bot or some sort of virus. Honestly, nothing real would talk so openly about stuff so ridiculous. It was some sort of comfort to know it was all probably some silly prank. You're pulled from your thoughts by Saika's continued rambling. The appearance of a certain name makes your heart stop.

Saika: Shizuo. Setton: Huh? Sora: What!? Saika: Shizuo Heiwajima. Taro Tanaka: Saika, are you a friend of Shizuo Heiwajima? Saika: Heiwajima. Saika: Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima.Heiwajima. Saika: Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo.

Your blood runs cold at the sight of your friend's name over and over. Just by looking at the text, you could see that Saika was in a frenzy, rabid over the idea of Shizuo. Something like that--it couldn't be a bot. It couldn't get any worse.

Saika: But i need more. More strength. Saika: Someone strong. Someone Stronger Saika: (Y/N). Setton: WHAT!? Taro Tanaka: How do you know (Y/N)??? Saika: (Y/N) Brigall. Saika: Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Brigall Saika: (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N). Saika: Love Shizuo. Cut (Y/N). Saika: Mother's wish. Love. Brigall. Cut. Heiwajima. Heiwajima. Saika: Shizuo. Mother's wish. (Y/N) and I. Shizuo and (Y/N). Love Love Love.

You left the chat, not bothering to say goodbye. A cold sweat overtook your body, drenching you in a matter of seconds. Why...? What had you done? Shizuo had most likely garnered all sorts of enemies, what with his profession, but you...? You had never spited anyone, you thought. Who would want to cut you... to target you like this??

That night, you slept with the covers over your head. You put on a funny podcast to fall asleep to in hopes of warding off any nightmares. The last thing you needed was another scare to psyche you out. After all, you need to walk your friends home from school tomorrow.

...

Many would find Masaomi's excessive energy to be annoying, but today, you were especially thankful for the distraction. However, not even that could distract you from how strange Anri was acting. While the girl was always quiet, there was an odd look in her eyes--she was definitely preoccupied. As Masaomi gladly filled the silence, you locked eyes with Mikado. Seemed that he noticed as well. Once the four of you reached a point where it was time to go separate ways, you decided to go with Anri.

"W-wait!" Mikado exclaims just as the two of you prepare to leave, "Maybe I should go with you!" You laugh, assuming that he's worried about Anri. However, you notice his gaze flitting between the both of you, occasionally lingering in your direction. Confused by his attention on you, you smile at him in reassurance.

"Don't be ridiculous. All that walking back and forth would be such a hassle, and it's late! Anri's house is on the way to mine, so this is just easiest. You two should definitely be safe, though." You're already taking Anri's hand and leading her away before the boy can protest anymore. Afterall, it had been a long week for the girl and she needed her rest.

Once the two of you were at a safe distance you released the girl's hand, walking at a relaxed pace beside her. "You've been quiet, Anri. I mean--you're always quiet, but I can tell something's up. Something on your mind?" Her face flushes lightly at your question. "Oh...sorry to worry you. It's nothing, I promise." It's obviously not nothing. You don't want to pry though, so you let it go. It had been a while since you had walked to Anri's place, so you let her take the lead. However, the walk goes on for way longer than you expected--maybe the walk home from the school was just longer? You don't remember having to pass a police station, though.

"Ladies, it's very late. I would encourage you both to head back home," an officer approaches the two of you, his partner in tow.

"Thank you, officer. We were just heading home."

The men kindly offered to escort the two of you. Honestly, with recent events, you weren't too opposed to the idea. However, they got a call and had to leave. You wondered if you should just wait at the box and take their offer, but Anri has already continued walking. Well, guess that idea was out of the question.

"Wonder what that fight was about? Think it was another gang?" You try to make light conversation to ease both your and her nerves. She's entertaining your sad attempts at conversation, giving short, detached answers. Well, she was probably tired. You were just glad to be here to keep her safe. However, as the thought crossed your mind, you couldn't help but wonder: what would you do if something went wrong? You weren't the best fighter and you certainly weren't that strong. The most training you had was all of those self defense videos you had binged on the internet. You reviewed them in your head--what do you do if someone came at you with a sharp weapon?? Control the distance, watch the hands, run if you can--

Your phone vibrates in your pocket. Who could be texting you at this hour? Trying not to be rude, you discreetly check it. You struggle to hold in your own gasp as you read Kyohei's text.

KYOHEI Hey. We just passed you on the road and there's this guy following you. I don't know what he could be trying to do, but it doesn't look good. Be careful.

Zeroing in on the silent night, you can hear it. Another set of footsteps trailing behind you. They were slow, but steady, in a hot pursuit. You apologize to Anri, claiming that it was an important message.

ME Thanks for looking out. If I get my friend to a safe place, anyway you can help me?

His response is immediate. You could always trust Kyohei to have your back.

KYOHEI Of course. Circling back now.

As you try to collect yourself--you were most likely in danger, but you had to keep it together for your friend's sake--you notice that Anri has stopped walking again. The two of you stood at a crosswalk, a flickering streetlamp serving as the only light. A feeling of panic overtakes you. It takes every bone in your body not to take a look at the surely approaching form behind the two of you. "A-anri, I know it's been a bit of long walk, but I'm sure there's not much longer to go! Let's keep moving," you urge her subtly, gently taking her wrist and attempting to pull her ahead. All you had to do was get her a little further, to the nearest road where the van gang could pull up. However, she didn't move much, instead shaking her head as if recovering from some sort of daze. "What am I doing...?" she mutters, eyes glued to the wall before the two of you.

The sound of heavy footfalls instantly grabs your attention, and Anri's as well. You both turn to see a man, but not just any man. It was the same disheveled man with the kind eyes that you had talked to the day prior. However, his eyes were certainly not kind now. No, now they were shining bright red, empty of any feeling. The other glaring difference about him was that he donned a glittering butcher knife, pointed at the two of you--intent to kill. Anri whimpers from beside you, no doubtedly frozen in her spot. You couldn't say you were much better. Then, you hear it. The sound of burning tires that only one angry driver could make, accompanied by the growing intensity of a white light. You pull Anri back against the wall with you, trying to increase the space between the two of you and the man, who was steadily approaching, eyes shining and knife raised above his head.

The panicked ringing in your head is almost louder than the collision of body and van. The man goes flying as the van skids to a stop, already doing it's damage. He crashes into a nearby wall, collapsing to the floor and dropping the knife. Anri breathes a sigh of relief at the same time that you do. You wrap an arm around her shoulders, thankful that the two of you were okay. Walker yells at Kyohei from a distance--something about a 'peaceful life'. You internally hope that the man was still alive. Well, as Kyohei said, it was self defense. Still, you couldn't stop the aching in your heart. He had seemed so kind when you were speaking to him.

However, the way he was up now, laughing maniacally, knife swinging in a frenzy, was anything but kind. The van gang scattered away from him, avoiding his blade. Through the space, you see his eyes lock on you and Anri. In a flash, he's speeding towards you with increasing ferocity. Everything you had tried to remember about defense against a knife was not coming in handy now. Maintain a distance? There was a wall behind you! Watch the hands? Oh, you could see them alright, and man were they fast!

"(Y/N)! Run!" It was Kyohei's voice. You turned to Anri, hands on her shoulders as you tried to push the small girl away. If she booked it to the side, he couldn't get both of you. She wouldn't budge, and though you never thought you could get mad at the girl, your frustration was steadily increasing. All she could do was stare at you with wide saucer eyes. "Anri, you have to run!" you finally yell. She shakes her head, lip trembling.

"B-but, (Y/N)...!" Her eyes switch between you and something behind you and you finally notice it. An overwhelming presence behind you, heaving uneven breaths and grunting--and a pressure in your lower back. It was uncomfortable, like someone using a singular finger to poke you uncomfortably hard. You try to see what it was, but all you see are piercing red eyes and a sick, empty smile. It's almost like you're in a movie and someone has pressed pause--how he only stares at you and you are suddenly frozen in place. However, the moment is broken when his smile drops, as if realizing something. Then he snarls at you and the pressure increases.

The sound of tires, skidding across concrete roads was loud to you ears. This skidding was not anything you had heard before. It was high pitched and weirdly reminded you of a horses whinny. Something dark flies over you, slamming into the man's face and knocking him into the same wall he had hit only moments before. Two figures land in front of you, weirdly enough, both with yellow heads.

"Sh-Shizuo?? Celty!!" you realize. Shizuo's eyes widen upon seeing you, muttering your name in astonishment. You hear Kyohei mention a 'Headless Rider' and your mind reels with so many thoughts. However, Erika shrieks, signaling that the Slasher--no way this wasn't the slasher--was up again. However, he's not as feral now, standing in place and staring you all down creepily.

"So many loves in one place...you're Shizuo Heiwajima....I've been looking for you...!" He's reeling again, swinging the knife too and fro, but he continues to ramble. "But who do I go for first...? I love you, Shizuo!! So, so, so, so, much!! But Brigall needs love too! Love, love, love Heiwajima! Love (Y/N)!"

You had been on edge all day and it had affected you physically. Trembling, sweating, throat running dry.... but the way he had said your name, how everyone's eyes darted to you--everything stopped, time stopped. It was how Saika talked... so it really had been the Slasher. As Shizuo stood there, cool as a cucumber, it was obvious just how different the two of you were. That thing was after him too, but all he did was smile one of his signature smiles, coolly saunter up to Saburo's van and... rip the door off. You could already hear Saburo's cries.

If getting hit by a van, and then a motorcycle didn't thoroughly incapacitate that man, Shizuo driving him straight into the wall with an entire van door had to. Your entire body winced at the sound of crushed bones. It was no harder than crushing a bug to him. That was one way to stop him, you guess.

#durarara #durarara x reader #drrr x reader #shizuo heiwajima #shizuo heiwajima x reader #durarara imagines #anri sonohara #celty sturluson #erika karisawa #erika karisawa x reader #kyohei kadota #kyohei kadota x reader #izaya orihara x reader

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phanfictioncatalogue · 4 months

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Author/Writer!Phil Masterlist

7 Years - neutralhowell

Summary: Loosely based on the song ‘7 years’ so I’d recommend listening to that when reading this. Phil is a writer and Dan is a singer, they grew up together and both made it big, usually, time tears childhood people apart however for Dan and Phil, this wasn’t the case.

A Comma After Dearest (ao3) - niennaerso

Summary: Phil writes as a hobby. Dan has a favorite writer, and it happens to be Phil, but he doesn't know, yet.

and we're out here in plain sight (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil's an optimistic author whose science fiction novel is well on its way to becoming a film. Dan's an actor whose cynism toward love is nothing short of infuriating. It takes a while, but they find something to agree on.

Broken Like You (ao3) - TearDrop1234

Summary: Dan and Phil meet at a theater in a nowhere town. Their friendship is instant, but the rest not so much.

Cerebrate - dantiloquent

Summary: An ace and aroflux!phan fic in which they are both writers and the lines of their relationship blur but they’re always happy with how they are.

Coffee and Calligraphy (ao3) - brookwrites

Summary: (TW) Dan’s a barista at the local cafe where writer!Phil decides to sit with his journal. Dan likes Phil. A lot. But things change when Dan finds something out about Phil that breaks his heart.

Dear Dan, (ao3) - archangelgaybriel, kazimpala

Summary: Phil Lester is a writer-slash-barista who works ridiculous hours in a small coffee shop just around the corner. Dan Howell is an aspiring pianist with a keen interest - it’s not a crush - on a certain cute barista working at a coffee shop just around the corner, who also turns out to be the hottest one-night stand that he never intends to see again except in his fantasies. But then again Fate is cruel and the million dollar question is whether love can transcend Dan’s past into something much bigger.

Essential Meet-Cute (ao3) - husbants

Summary: Audiobook narrator Dan Howell finds himself embarrassed when he encounters a handsome man named Phil in the romance aisle of his local bookstore. Luckily, he and Phil get along quickly and both enjoy a certain queer romance author named Zack Striker. Still, Dan can’t help but think that Phil might be hiding something…

Every Saturday Morning (ao3) - croissantbleu (orphan_account)

Summary: Dan's life was uneventful, working at a law firm, trying (and failing) to stay on top of his work despite his ADHD getting in the way, and playing the piano on Saturdays. But things changed when he found a phone number in a book, and finds someone who makes him want to follow his dreams.

friday night placebo (ao3) - kishere

Summary: Phil Lester never thought that he was going to be here in his life: successful, healthy, a little lonely, and helping produce his own Netflix show. Dan Howell, YouTube fanboy and food aficionado, just wants to get a job in television acting. One audition could help both of their problems.

I Can Feel Your Pulse in the Pages (ao3) - coldtea (orphan_account)

Summary: Phil is a writer who can’t seem to stop including Dan in everything he writes.

Of Written Feelings and Words With Meaning - likhaless

Summary: Recently, Dan’s become addicted to this writing blog. He’s so addicted to it in fact, that he might as well be in love with it. The writer seems to say exactly how it feels and he finds himself wishing he had someone who was so deeply in love with him to write for him like that. Little does he know that there is already someone doing that and he’s closer than he thought.Phil, on the other hand, has his own feelings and secrets to keep.

On Skin - grooveyle

Summary: Phil is a writer. Dan, his muse.

Out of this skin (ao3)- serconstance

Summary: Phil Lester breaks up with his boyfriend Charlie and moves to London to start a new life, hoping that this change will allow him to finally get rid of the ghosts he carries on his shoulder. What he didn't expect was for the boy he sat next to on the train to keep popping up into his life – at Starbucks, on the bus, at the movie theatre and, mostly, in his thoughts.

Paperback Writer - auroraphilealis

Summary: Phil Lester’s novel is still riddled with errors and mistakes, but he hates the whole editing process because it results in nothing more than re-written scenes and a bad taste in his mouth, because he’s never quite satisfied with what he’s written. And then he meets Dan, the cute guy at the coffee shop who makes sure Phil knows he could help him edit his novel.

Pretty Guy (ao3) - Archive (Curlylinguist)

Summary: Phil stumbles across a Pride rally and a certain curly-haired queer activist catches his eye.

Scripts And Stars - lovebuglester

Summary: Dan is an actor, auditioning for a new role in a film written by a revolutionary young writer by the name of Phil Lester.

Seven days of sushi (ao3) - Portia331

Summary: Phil Lester is a well-regarded sci-fi author. Well, post-apocalyptic sci-fi zombie survival horror, if you're being technical about it. After an epiphany-inducing series of life events, he decides he wants a break from robots and gore and to step into the non-fiction world. His agent and publisher are on board, but there's a catch - he has to give up his artistic integrity and make his work * scholarly * ... within the next week. Is Phil up for the challenge?

song and story (ao3) - kay_okay

Summary: In this universe, Dan, a music composition grad student working on his thesis, and Phil, a novelist trying his best to get over his sophomore slump, book the week before Christmas in a bed and breakfast nestled against snow-covered mountains in France. They're tapped out creatively and need the week to work on their projects.

In this universe, Dan and Phil don't know each other. At least, that's how it starts.

The Brown-Eyed Barista (ao3) - tahliaisnotonfire

Summary: Dan Howell worked as a barista at a small corner coffee shop where he meets an author called Phil Lester; and he’s begun working on a new book.

What I Wouldn't Do (ao3) - wordsofphandom (KathleenCaitlyn)

Summary: At a book signing, Phil, a succesful author of children’s books, meets the five-year-old Dylan and his gorgeous single father Dan. Though they are instantly drawn to each other, certain issues, let alone a lively five-year-old complicate things for Dan and Phil, and they have to find out just what they would - or wouldn’t do, to be together.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #author #author!phil #author!phil masterlist

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bittercandysweetrain · 11 months

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Tokyo revengers x reader with mental illness Mikey pt 1

Illness - PTSD, Hemophobia

(warning mention of suicide, drug use, guns)

Reader's pov - 23 seconds was how long it took for me to realize what I was staring at. But once everything set in, so did panic. My body began shaking, and my legs moved on their own running towards the blood-filled bathtub. "No, no, no" was all I could repeat as my body lunged forward into the cold red water. All I could do was pull the soaking-wet body out. the frail thin body of my younger brother was so heavy at the time. He was only thirteen at the time, how was his body so heavy. Laying him on the tiled floor my tears were blinding me. I tried to wake him up, to get any response he wasn't breathing he wasn't moving. My body covered in his blood, I hurried off out of the bathroom grabbing the phone from the counter between sobs and cries I begged for help. "My b-brother please! he cut his wrist he isn't waking up please, please help me!" I screamed the operator tried his best to calm me down. Everything was in slow motion all I can remember feeling was my heartbeat. It felt as if the Paramedics took forever to get there. All I could do is hold my brother, I didn't want to let him go. Because if I did he would leave forever but with the force of the paramedics I had to drop his hand. Watching them work on his body, I clutched my hand, praying he would wake up and take a breath! But the look in the man's eyes, when he glanced at his colleague, made me realize My little brother wasn't going to wake up again.

Author's pov - 7 years had passed and the nightmare lessen however they were always there especially the month y/n died. She was a sixteen-year-old girl going to school and working a part-time job to take care of him. She felt guilty for never realizing how depressed he was If only she knew but she was just so tired by the time she got home she hardly gave him any of her time. that guilt she will forever live with. At the age of 23 (y/n) was working two jobs one as a convenience store worker and the other as a hostess at a well-known club. Saturday and Sunday were her days as a hostess wearing the usual black cocktail dress and high heels she clasped her diamond earrings on and began fixing her makeup. "psst (y/n) did Tora tell you about your job tonight?" her cousin asked, "No? did she change the schedule again?" y/n asked "No she put you on to work with me for a big group coming in, she said its an early Christmas bonus. but I looked into the people coming big gang people called Bonten these people are hella rich but dangerous." she said, "of course, Tora gets the old bastards so its easy money while we have to deal with shitheads like them." (y/n) said annoyed already she sighed giving in quickly "Fine we need a game plan how many men?" (y/n) asked "Eight," her cousin said, "and she wants only us to work?" (y/n) asked perplexed by the decision, "They didn't want a lot of women I think it's more of a meeting thing." Rosé was (y/n) best friend slash cousin they grew up together and pretty much did everything she helped her get the job and tried her best to take care of (y/n) through everything. "well we'll just put on the charm get the most expensive bottles and show Tora she can't fuck with us her men are gonna start dying off and she is gonna be begging us for our clients." rose said smirking.

Mikey sat with his legs crossed on the red leather music playing in the background and a large window sat behind him a view of the clubbers dancing. Bonten had the largest V.I.P. room to relax and do whatever they wanted. Sanzu was cutting coke with a black card while Kakucho was already drinking fine whiskey with Takeomi. The Haitani brothers were smoking large blunts and staring at the TV where they had made bets on horses. The door to V.I.P opened, (y/n) and Rosé walked in holding Champagne and an ice bucket. Rosé took the lead "Hello boys mind if we keep you company, I am Rosé" she said in a seductive voice "and I am (y/n) its a pleasure to treat you tonight." (y/n) bowed slightly as she set the bucket down. (y/n) was looking for signs of the leader which she thought Mochizuki was as he did seem the oldest. she honestly didn't want anything to do with the leader but all of them looked quite scary except for Mikey. for some reason, his eyes drew her into those cold dark empty eyes. Rosé was pulled into Ran's lap "You're ours tonight." Ran said blowing the Smoke into her face (y/n) squinted her eyes at him annoyed with his action she clicked her tongue before being jerked into Sanzu. "Relax a bit you seem stiff," he said, "dance with me the music tonight is good," he said popping the champagne open "Can you even dance?" she asked Sarcastically "How rude of you," he said Sanzu pulled out a gun shoving it in her face "Dance now," he threatened, "you'll still get your money." Sanzu had a crazed look in his eyes then again he did do two lines of coke, Koko watched intently amused by the situation along with some of the others. "leave the poor girl alone" Takeomi said, "you'll make her piss herself then we will have to deal with the cleaning bill." he said teasingly "who said I was pissing myself" (y/n) retorted "I ain't scared of no gun, I won't dance for you either until you ask nicely." she said Rosé's eyes widen she moved forward but the Haitani brothers kept her in place. Enjoying the show "You want me to ask Nicely" Sanzu smirked, "how about I make a better deal" he said "You guess the leader sitting in this room and I won't bother you, I'll even hand over 10 grand you can even walk out of this room. but if you lose You don't get to say no tonight and you do what I want plus no pay." he said smirking Rosé looked at her cousin "Don't do it (y/n)" she said "Double it and Rosé gets half" y/n said Koko burst into laughter "Deal you got 5 minutes." he said

(f/n) bit the inside of her cheek as she glanced at the men in the room this man was confident she wouldn't know the leader could it have been him? no, he was too reckless and was snorting his own supply meaning he was higher in rank but not the leader. the two guys with Rosé could have been leaders as well but something told her no meaning four were left. she looked at Mochizuki and Takeomi older more laid back but she didn't see them as the leader either. this left Kokonoi and Mikey "5,4,3,2,1-" sanzu smirked as he counted down "him" (y/n) pointed at Mikey "He is the leader." she said Koko smirked and Kakucho laughed followed by the rest except for Mikey and Sanzu. "Fuck how did you get that right," he asked "I took a course In body language he is the leader," she said Rosé took a sigh of relief. "fucking shit," sanzu wrote a check for twenty thousand dollars handing it to her (y/n) stuffed it in her bra sitting down at the end of the couch she crossed her legs and poured the champagne. "you're not leaving?" Sanzu asked, "You said you wouldn't bother me." y/n said winking at him Koko looked at Sanzu "She played you well I like her." he said chuckling Sanzu clicked his tongue throwing the whiskey glass the shattering glass hit Rosé cutting her face. "watch it Sanzu!" Rindou shouted angrily as glass landed on him and his brother (y/n)'s eyes widen as she glanced at Rosé, Rosé could feel the trickle of blood she turned her head to see her reflection in the mirror. the blood on her face wasn't bad but still, for y/n it was. She turned to see (y/n) getting up watching her stumble back. y/n eyes held full shock as her hands shook, and her breathing began to get heavy she bumped into the table that held the drinks. falling back she landed on the glasses shattering them. Rosé stood up in shock seeing (y/n) arms dripping with blood. (y/n) began screaming she went into full panic mode Rosé pushed off of ran rushing over. She held onto (y/n) "Calm down, calm down!" she shouted, "what the fuck is wrong with her!" Sanzu shouted, "She's Hemophobic!" Rosé shouted "What the fuck non of us are gay! Maybe Koko," he said, "Hemophobic, not Homophobic!" Rosé shouted as she pulled (y/n) up helping her out the door. "so much for a night out," Takeomi said "Night's ruined thanks sanzu," Koko said, "I didn't do anything!" Sanzu shouted Mikey sat back finishing his drink everything that happened before him he took in as a mental note for later.

#tokyo revengers #mikey sano #mental illness #romance

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