Context: You're a DJ at a gentleman's club. It's not much, but it's money, and you've learned to be firm with the clientele. That might come in handy, considering the plethora of mobsters that are in tonight. Hopefully, it'll be quiet and the tips will be good. Hopefully.

Setting: A gentleman's club

Tags:[M4A][Unhinged Mafioso Speaker][Brave Listener][Definitely Not Yandere][Reverse Comfort][Dom to Sub][Hugs][Argument][Breakdown][Flirting?][Love At First Sight?][Supernatural][Mild Angst][Spicy][Confession][CW: Yelling/Panic Attack]

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Sweet as Honey Pt. 2

Breaking the Bad Boy

The Prince of Crows

[Scene opens within a gentleman’s club]

[SFX: Appropriate stripper music]

[You’re standing behind the DJ booth, per usual, trying to match the movements of the performer on stage. You’re about to make your next announcement when a handsome blonde man in a white suit hurries past, knocking into you]

“Ah, godamnit! Sorry! Sorry I spilled wine on your white outfit.”

[Pause]

[The man looks immensely agitated, rubbing his temples]

“What?! It’s fuckin’ loud in here, sweetheart, you’re gonna have to speak up!”

[Pause!]

“Gah, whatever, just send the dry cleaning bill to that bespectacled fuck boy over there and he’ll deal with it!”

[You glance over to a haggard-looking man, pointedly looking away from the strippers]

[Pause]

“Huh?! Whaddya mean he don’t look happy, who cares! Look, sweetheart, I’m sure I’ll catch you on stage here soon, but I got a raging migraine, and I gots to get the fuck out of this Hell hole, alright?!”

[...]

“Oh, you got aspirin, huh? Rlglr… fine. Thanks.”

[SFX: Them walking through the club]

[You lead him back to one of the changing rooms]

[SFX: Pills rattling and Donnie downing them]

“Guh! Blech… Thanks. Appreciate it, sweetheart.”

[Pause]

[He pauses, looking at you as if you are insane]

“...What did you fucking say to me?”

[Pause]

“You want me… to apologize for assuming you were a stripper.”

[Pause]

“Listen here, sweetheart. What’s gonna happen now is you’re gonna go back out there, do your little job, and forget we ever talked, understood?”

[Pause!]

[The man goes rigid as you issue a firm, gentle, “No.”]

“W…What did you just say to me?”

[Pause]

“No…? Who… Who the fuck do you think you are?!”

[Pause.]

[Again, he doesn’t seem able to comprehend you not being intimidated]

“...How… H-How are you not scared of me…? Everyone’s scared of me, everyone’s SUPPOSED to be scared of me! Do you have any idea how much danger you’re in right now?”

[...]

[His fists shake. He shakes, looking totally out of his mind]

“Just… Just fuckin’ get away from me before I lose control! I don’t care if this is a fire exit, I’m getting the Hell away from this! From you! From this FUCKING HELL!”

[SFX: Donnie storming out into the alley/loud bangs]

[...]

[As you turn to go back toward the stage, you hear his tone shift from rage to panic]

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Why you gotta be this way, huh?! You CAN’T do this, Donnie! You fucking can’t! Thousands of people are on your payroll, you gotta keep up the family name, you g-... y-you gotta…hh… f-fuck… fuck no, n-not now!”

[SFX: A crash and Donnie struggling to breathe]

“No no no no, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please! I c-can’t… I can’t breathe… Not like, hh… not like this…”

[Pause!]

[SFX: The Listener running out after him]

[You hurry outside as he collapses against the wall, clutching at his chest and gasping for air]

[Pause!]

“H-Hey, hh! D-Don’t…! D-Don’t you fucking touch me! I-I ain’t going down tonight, you hear me?!”

[...]

“Y…You just wanna help? H-How…?”

[You approach him slowly. Carefully. You’ve seen cornered animals before and you know how they can react. He tenses as you gently wrap your arms around him and rub his back]

“N-Nnh! I… Ah…A… hug?”

[Pause]

“...Your touch… I… I-I feel like I can breathe…”

[The man sits quietly in your arms, breath slowly evening out to quiet whimpers]

“...It’s… quiet… It hasn’t been quiet in so long…”

[Pause?]

[Donnie exhales shakily and you feel tears run down his face]

“It’s never quiet… Never… You know we just came out of a club filled with mobsters, right?”

[Pause]

“Yeah… I’m one of them. Head honcho of the Greywater family, and do you know what that comes with, beautiful?”

[Pause?]

[He tenses again, shaking in pain and fury]

“That means I gotta make a lot of money. A lot. A ridiculous amount. And, since I get the pleasure of being in the supernatural mafia circuit, that means I have to put the ‘family gift’ to good use. Bets being made? I’ll know the winner. Lotto? I’ll know the numbers. This shit pops into my head like popcorn except it’s fucking migraine-flavored instead of buttered!”

[...]

“...It is hard, yeah… Hard when everyone in your family is a fuckin’ psychic with a hatred of payin’ taxes, you know? Most of them are gone now… Couldn’t take it. Me? Can’t do it, nope, no easy way out for ol’ Donnie! Gotta pass on the family genes! Tch… yeah, cause lots of pretty dames out there are hankering for a guy hearing voices and seeing shit just so he can rig the damned lottery!”

[SFX: A small crash - Donnie punching something/throwing something]

“FUCK! I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS!”

[...]

“Hey… Hey, what are you doing reaching up to my head-?”

[You gently hug him once more. He lets out a shaky whimper as you gently pet his hair]

“Hair… petting? ...Thank you… I dunno if you’re some kind of angel or just a really kind, really patient DJ, but… t-thank you.”

[Pause]

[He perks as you step back from him]

“W-Wait! You… You gotta go back to work? I mean, c’mon, I spilled wine all over your outfit! Can’t I at least take you out to, I dunno… Get you a new one? Maybe some dinner?”

[Pause]

“...OK, I’ll lay it out for you straight. No games, no dancing around. I think I just fell in fucking love with you.”

[...]

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m a little crazy, I know. You didn’t say nothing but I see the look in your eye… but you just hugged me, held me… through all of that shit, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to just walk away… I’m man enough to admit I want you.”

[...]

[He stands, eyes an intense shade of purple, even in the minimal light]

[SFX: Donnie standing up/faint rain]

“...I want you to look me in the eye, and you tell me if you think there’s even a hint of a lie in anything I say. I want to hear every story you have to tell me. I want to listen to you talk about your interests, I want to be a part of them, as much as I can. I want you in my bed and my arms so much that I’d give anything to make it so you could feel the same for me. We’ve only just met and I feel like I’m fucking addicted to just being close to you!”

[...]

“...Do you think I’m lying, Baby?”

[You don’t]

“Good… So, lemme take you out, huh?”

[Pause]

[He rolls his eyes]

“Yeah, yeah, you gotta get back to work. I’ll tell Steve that he’s to leave you alone for tonight. Motherfucker owes me money. So, c’mon, where do you wanna go?”

[...]

“...The fast food joint?”

[Pause!]

“Even though I can afford to take you anywhere? Fly you to Japan for fresh sushi? Maybe Spain for paella?”

[Pause]

[He studies you for a moment before he smiles]

“Damn… and you ain’t the money-grubbing sort. Someone’s looking out for me, I guess! Fine. C’mon, I’ll getcha the finest in deep-fried heart attacks, then we can getcha a new outfit. Mind if I put my arm around ya?”

[Pause]

[He puts his arm around you and you stride off with him. His batshit insanity-to-cute ratio is, thankfully, skewed more in favor of being cute.]

“...I, um… I am sorry I was a massive asshole.”

[Pause <3]

[Alright, a little cuter]

[To be continued?]