Bmc/deh X Reader Oneshots

Michael x mute!reader

Fair warning, this is extremely dark, i apologize in advance.

READERS POV

I would like to speak to whoever thought transferring schools was fun. Well, just stare angrily at. I don't talk. I enjoy keeping my thoughts to myself.

I'm transferring from manhattan to new jersey, which I guess would be kind of interesting.. I just don't have a lot of experience making new friends.

It's saturday, so my dad told me to go outside and explore before my scary ass mom gets back. (Really quick a/n i felt like i should include this because it isnt in most stories that the mother is bad!!) My mom and dad are still together, since a divorce would be too expensive for our family.

"C'mon y/n. Explore the area! Make some friends!"

I mentally groaned.

"Look, I know adjusting can be hard but I swear it'll get better. Ok?"

I smiled a little and hugged my dad. He had always been there for me.

I trudged over to put on my {favorite shoes} and walked out of the door. I inhaled deeply and took in out suburban neighborhood. I looked down at the greyish toned porch beneath me, and made my way out.

I was almost to town when I heard a man sobbing from a nearby alley. I picked up my speed and reached the source of the noise. I slowly walked up to him and then he turned around.

He had a crooked frown and beady amber eyes. I could feel his stare burning through my body. He slowly walked over to me, looking at me up and down. I slowly tried to back away, but before I could turn around, I felt his cold hands grab at my skin.

!!TW RAPE!! Dont read if you are sensitive,, ill tell you when it's safe to read again.

"Oh, you're one of the quiet ones. That's good. No one will hear."

He ripped at my jeans as I felt warm tears flow down my face. The man ripped off my underwear then pushing me to the hard ground, exposed. I felt myself shake and my anxiety build up as I heard the man unbuckle his pants and him getting closer

Nonononononono not now no

The man harshly grabbed my now bruised wrist, and slamming me against the wall. I felt my head scratch against the concrete building. The man opened my legs up slightly, looking at me with his dead eyes before inserting all of himself into me, causing me pain. He went really hard and fast, causing me to shriek out in pain, only nothing came out. He moaned and grunted as he clawed at my chest and ripped off my shirt and my bra. I cried harder, and the man slapped me.

"Speak up you whore."

He pulled out of me and released on the street, running out of the alley through the back and leaving me naked and alone.

Rape over,, just writing that made me sad :'( men and women get hurt like this everyday. There will be more angst and more tw, but just so you know if you need help with anything call someone!! Pm me!! Anything that will get you help!! You are not alone, and there will always be someone who will help you.

I gathered my clothes and put my shirt on. I just sat there, sobbing quietly. That was, until I heard.. bob marley?

MICHAELS POV

I was quietly singing to Bob marley with my slushie when I heard shuffling come from a alley. I take off my headphones and look up to see a girl covered in bruises, dirt, blood looking scared to see me. I ran up to her, slowling down when she backed away from me. Clothes were scattered all around her.

"Hey, you ok?" I asked unsure of myself.

She looked at me with her eyes, clouded with a sense of lifelessness.

"What happened? Why are your clothes everywhere?"

I'm panicking. She's panicking. The girl shakily points to her pants and underwear, which were all the way across the alley. I look back over to her, and she points to her lower region before sobbing again. She got raped..

"Oh my god.. I'm so sorry.. D-do you need anything?"

She looks at me with her puffy e/c eyes. They were so pretty, why did this need to happen?

"I-I'm Michael. Michael Mell. What about you?"

She weakily crawled to her phone and took it out. She typed something in and showed it back to me.

My name is y/n. Is there anyway you could take me home?

She put the phone down to let me respond.

"I have a car. It's parked a few yards down I- I'll be back in like 2 minutes ok? Try to get your clothes on ok?"

I held her now pale face before running to my cruiser as fast as I could. I started it and skrted to where y/n was. I hopped out the car to see a hurting y/n in a {favorite tv show} shirt, black jeans, and {favorite shoes}. She looked kinda cute. I bet she would look better smiling.

Y/n grabbed her phone as I picked her up and carried her to my car. I set her down gently as she stepped into the passengers seat. She saw my phone and grabbed it, probably putting in her phone number. I turned on the car just to hear more bob marley blast through the radio. Y/n jumped a little and turned it down and smiled contentfully. And let me just say, I would do anything for this girl and she hasn't said a word to me.

"So y/n, where do you go to school?"

She opened her mouth and choked on her words before sobbing into her hands.

"Hey hey hey no, don't cry, uh, I'll text you later, okay?"

We continued to drive until y/n motoioned me to stop in front of what I assumed was her house. I stopped the car and looked back at y/n adjusting my glasses. She smiled and hugged me. I hugged her back and she let go, keeping the smile on her face. Her smile was one of the most precious things. How could someone take that away?

"Bye, y/n. See you around."

She waved before opening the car door and walking to her house. I smiled contentfully before turning around and driving to my house. My moms were making pasta tonight, and I have a hell of a story to tell.

READERS POV

I was a little sad to see Michael go, but I'm glad he didn't leave me to rot away. But something about the way he treated me, the way he touched me made me feel really warm and fuzzy. I think I have a crush. I hope he goes to my new school. I really hope he does.

!!TW GORE!!

I open the door and start pulling out my phone to text michael. What I saw next made me drop my phone. And stare in awh.

I see my dad hanging from the ceiling, gutted and deceased. I hear footsteps from the hallway and out of fear I quickly back towards the door. I see my psycho mom reveal herself with a bloody knife in hand.

"Look at you all scratched up. You fall or something? Well, thank god you didn't end up like your father. The man was so poor and helpless he didn't see it coming. And I know, you would never, ever call the police on your mom, right? You wouldn't even have the balls to pick up the phone. You should find a new place before you become tomorrows dinner for me."

She finishes before I sprint up to my room, grabbing as many clothes as I can and stuff it into my backpack. I grab my phone charger, wallet, and inhaler before contemplating jumping out of my window. I quickly make a decision and ascend from the top story of my house and landing on my feet, surprisingly not breaking them. I run out of my yard and onto the sidewalk, sprinting for what seems like eternities before finding a small diner. I run into the diner and catch my breathe, placing my backpack down and sliding into a booth.

Y/n: Michael it's y/n... I need a place to stay.

I waited for him to respond.

I wrote this after watching a very good episode of american horror story leave me alone