#panic in detroit

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5:39 AM EDT August 31, 2024:

David Bowie - "Panic in Detroit" From the album Aladdin Sane (April 13, 1973)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

This, and The Joker and most Kiss albums, I guess.

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Both songs will be under the cut if you want to listen to them!

Listen to Panic in Detroit:

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Eddie was seriously a sweetheart in the series and even though he was closed off to the reader and didn’t want to open up or be friends with her in the beginning . I completely understand why as we all know he went through a lot and I can only imagine that he has some past trauma .

Just like the reader her past, gosh it broke my heart when we found out what her ex had done. Thankfully, she did not have the same result as the girls before her

When Eddie and her finally gave into each other, I was screaming! The ending had me sweating seriously😅

Thank you for this beautiful series. I know I’m late to the party, but better late than never, honestly the writer did an amazing job with this���

Panic in Detroit

A Bartender!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader fix-it fic series.

Series Summary: It's the year 1991. Reader is fleeing an unendurable life in an attempt to start anew. A dangerous man hunts her, and she finds herself in a seedy corner of Detroit, working in a dive bar under a false name. Unbeknownst to her, her whole world is about to be thrown into an even worse tailspin, further complicated by a mysterious and handsome bartender with a complicated past of his own.

Series Warnings: Angst, trauma; there will be references to past domestic violence but nothing explicitly described. Coarse language, stressful situations, eventual smut and fluff. Slow burn. Minors DNI. Reader's description is vague apart from being AFAB, in an attempt to remain inclusive.

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Chapter One: Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

Chapter warnings: a bit of angst and coarse language, brief mention of the sort of sexual harassment that a female working in a bar may experience, but nothing too crazy. We're only just now getting started darlings.

Word count: ~3k

October, 1991

Tom’s Tavern, a run down old watering hole on the fringes of the wrong side of Detroit, looked exactly like the sort of place people went to forget or be forgotten, which was precisely the reason you had walked through its creaky front door.

It had all been arranged in advance by the friend of a cousin of an acquaintance, deliberately convoluted and vague, in hopes of avoiding any obvious connection to yourself. It was a paying gig, and even though your nose wrinkled with distaste at the way the soles of your boots stuck to the tacky floor, you knew there was little chance you could find better in your position. 

The place was pretty empty, being only 4pm on a Wednesday, but there were still some figures hunched over their beers at the bar. Two guys who looked a bit like old bikers were shooting pool on the other side of the main room; the noise of the billiard balls clacking together sharply punctuating the hushed tones of the place, with the soft melody of what sounded like Don’t Cry by Guns n’ Roses emanating quietly from a jukebox in the corner.

As you approached the bar, a burly middle-aged man emerged from some double saloon-style doors behind the bar, and he punched open the cash register. He began pulling bills out of the drawer, counting them out. “Excuse me,” you started tentatively, but the man simply held up a finger, silently commanding you to wait as he counted the cash. Behind the bar was a large mirror that looked like it had been cleaned basically never, with nearly every surface covered with polaroids and newspaper clippings. Your eyes wandered over the bits and scraps of memorabilia as you waited. The place was undoubtedly past its prime, a seedy dive if there ever was one, but you got the fleeting impression that someone still cared about this dump.

“Sorry, honey. What can I get you?” the burly man asked, his eyes coming up to rest on your face. He raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw you; you clearly were not the sort of patron he was used to seeing in there. Too young and too clean, you imagined.

“Hi, I’m actually supposed to start working here tonight,” you said. “Are you Tom?”

The man nodded. “That’s me. So you must be Cassidy,” he replied, using the false name you had chosen for yourself. You nodded.  “You ever work in a bar before, Cassidy?” 

“Yeah,” you replied. “My uncle had a bar in…” you hesitated, unsure if you should use your real city, and decided against it. “Chicago,” you said. If Tom sensed your hesitation, he gave no sign of it.

“Well then, welcome to Tom’s Tavern. We’ll have you bar-backing for a few weeks while you learn the ropes. Don’t let this quiet time fool you,” he warned, gesturing vaguely around the establishment. “It can get pretty rowdy around here. But don’t worry, I’m usually around, and our main bartender is here every night. He’s younger, like you. He’ll have your back. You have any trouble, just holler, and one of us will come help you.” You smiled and nodded, feeling somewhat reassured.

“Where is he, anyway,” Tom mused, looking around as if he’d misplaced his car keys. “Eddie!” He bellowed. “Where the hell’d you go, man?”

The double doors behind the bar flew open, and a slim man roughly half Tom’s age emerged, carrying three cases of beer stacked on top of each other in his arms. His flannel sleeves were rolled up enough for you to catch a glimpse of some tattoos, but the stacked cases of beer were tall enough to obscure his face.

“What, Tom, I’m right here,” the other man said, before adding, “fuck, a little help?”

Tom hurriedly took the top two cases and set them on the bar as the other man set down the final case with a thump, and he immediately ripped open the top and started pulling out bottles, stuffing them into the cooler below the bar.

“Jesus Ed,” Tom scolded. “I know you’re young but you’ll blow your fuckin’ back out trying to carry all that shit at once. Take two trips, man.”

“Thanks mom,” the younger man smirked, not looking up as he unloaded the beer.

So this is Eddie, you thought to yourself, and relief flooded you when you saw that he looked somewhat normal. Normal, and pretty damned good looking, actually. His long dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, a few stray curls framing his surprisingly handsome face. His dark eyes were hooded as he focused on his task of unloading the beer, and you could see that he was slim but strong, his lean muscles flexing beneath the t-shirt he wore under his unbuttoned flannel shirt.

“Ed,” Tom said, pointedly.

“Yeah?” Eddie replied, finally looking up. His eyes settled on you, and he paused in his task, pulling a bandanna out of his back pocket to dry the condensation from his hands. “Oh,” he said simply, as he registered your presence.

“This is the new girl. Cassidy. She’s starting today.”

“Hi,” you said, giving an awkward little wave.

“Hi,” Eddie replied, before turning to Tom. “Really?” he said, his tone one of mild incredulity. Your heart sank into your stomach. “Is she another runaway?” he asked.

“I’m right here,” you said, your voice monotone. His eyes flicked to yours. “Are you another runaway?” he repeated with the same inflection.

Tom rolled his eyes. “Jesus Eddie, you’re a real welcome wagon. This is Cassidy, she’s starting tonight, so show her the ropes will ya? And don’t be an asshole,” he said, before heading into the back room.

“Fine, fine,” Eddie replied in a conciliatory tone. “Sorry it’s just…everyone who comes here that looks…” he paused to look you up and down. “Well, like you… they don’t last long. They show up, give it a whirl for a week or two, and then disappear without a word.”

“Well…” you started, but he cut you off.

“Because nooobody,” he drawled, lengthening his words musically. “Nobody actually comes here to work on purpose, and they have nooo intention of staying very long. So little old me gets left in the lurch. A lot.” he resumed his task of putting away the beer, tearing open the second case. “So what’s your story?” he asked.

“I’m sure you have me pegged already,’ you said with a smirk, as you opened up the third case and started lining bottles up for him to easily access. “What about you, what’s a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?” you asked, deflecting.

“Nice try princess,” he said, “we’re not talking about me.”

“I’m in witness protection,” you deadpanned, making him look at you again. “I ratted on the Chicago mafia and now they’re gunning for me.”

“Nice,” Eddie replied, playing along. “So naturally they sent you to America’s asshole and not…some nice bungalow in Tampa?”

You huffed out a surprised laugh. “Maybe the government is punishing me a little. I’m no saint.”

“I would expect not,” he said, dryly. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”

“I just needed a change,” you said. “There’s no salacious tale. I just had to…” you broke off, unsure of what to say.

“Escape?” Eddie finished, looking at you expectantly.

“Something like that.” you nodded.

“Yeah,” Eddie said, his voice laced with what sounded almost like sadness. “We get a lot of that around here.”

A couple of hours had passed by without incident. Eddie showed you around the place, showed you the nooks, crannies and quirks. He told you the bar usually had live music on Friday and Saturday nights, the clientele was a cross between biker, urban redneck and sauced cougar, the latter of which regularly tried to get a piece of Eddie. “This one lady, Hazel. Once she downs her fifth whiskey, she tries to grab my junk. Often,” Eddie told you, making you laugh. “Oh she’s gonna hate you,” he said, before moving on to the next tidbit. He was hard not to like; you had known him so briefly and yet he had an easiness about him that helped you relax. You had been through so much stress and heartache and coming to Detroit, to this dive, had been no different. But maybe, just maybe, this experience would be a pleasant surprise.

“Man, what time is it?” Eddie asked absentmindedly, glancing at the watch on his wrist. “Oh shit, it’s six. Get ready for some motor city madness.”

“What?” you replied, half laughing, half confused.

“Any minute now, this place is gonna get crazy. Not friday night crazy, but it still gets pretty nuts.”

“Oh boy,” you replied. “What do you want me to do?”

“Tom just wants you bar-backing for a while, so just go around, pick up empty bottles and glasses, wipe down the tables, that kind of stuff.”

You nodded. “I can do that. How hard can it be?”

By eleven o’clock, you were beginning to wonder if you had been mistaken in your earlier impression that this place could be some sort of haven for you. You were only able to pick up half the empty bottles and glasses discarded by the clientele; the other half needed to be swept or gathered up in pieces. You had been leered at, nearly grabbed several times by grubby, calloused fingers, whistled at, almost knocked over several times by drunken men, and Tom had to come out and bellow at people several times to behave. And it’s only Wednesday?!

Eddie handled all the drink orders with ease, deftly maneuvering his way up and down the bar and making it look simple. He never paused to take a break, but if he was tired he gave no sign of it. Nobody gave him a hard time though, and he traded greetings and playful barbs with the clients like a pro, clearly liked by the regulars.

By the time the last patron stumbled out the door, which was quickly shut and locked by Tom, you were nearly ready to collapse. Eddie’s hairline showed a light sheen of sweat but no other apparent sign of fatigue, and yet you were ready to curl up in the corner, mysterious sticky fluids be damned.

“How you doing, kid?” Tom asked you. “I barely had a chance to check up on you. You hang in there alright tonight?”

You could only nod and give a weak thumbs up.

“I’d say for her first day she did pretty well,’ Eddie said, smirking. “Clearly the young lady does have some experience. Look, she’s still standing and everything.”

You managed to huff out a tired laugh. “I can’t decide if I’m more tired or hungry right now.”

“You definitely need fuel,” Eddie said. “When’s the last time you ate?”

You had to think about it. “Shit. Lunch time, more than twelve hours ago.”

Eddie paused, thinking. “Where are you staying?”

“Um, near Sixth and Central? A few blocks from here.”

“Ok,” he nodded. “There’s a decent 24 hour diner around the corner from there. Grab yourself some grub and get some sleep. Come here,” he said.

You walked over to the bar that Eddie was in the process of wiping down. He stopped and turned to the register, pulling out some cash. He pushed three twenties across the bar to you. “After a little while, if you decide to stick around, I’ll cut you in on tips.”

“Sixty bucks? That’s a lot of money for cleaning up,” you said. 

“You earned it kid,” Tom said. “Hey Ed,” he continued. “You gonna let her walk home alone? It’s probably not a good idea.”

Eddie chewed his bottom lip, thinking. “Yeah, I can walk you over to the diner. Can you finish cleaning up, Tom?”

“Yeah yeah, get out of here,” Tom replied with a wave of his hand.

The October chill had definitely taken hold of Detroit, and at this late hour you really wished you had more than a light denim jacket. The cool late night breeze sent fallen leaves skittering down the deserted street. This part of town was adjacent to an industrial area and there were few residents. It felt desolate; the dark streets only occasionally lit by the headlights of a passing car, and you couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy.

“Do you usually walk home alone?” You asked Eddie, as he strolled quietly beside you, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Yeah, not a lot of choice in the matter. It’s too close to call a cab.”

“Don’t you get scared?” you asked.

“Nah, this….this is not scary. Trust me.”

There was something about his tone that made you look up at him. He stared straight ahead, his expression unreadable. It spooked you.

“What– what do you mean by that?”

After a beat his dark eyes found yours. His lips twitched up into the faintest ghost of a smile. “Nothing,” he said, simply.

You started to wonder if you weren’t the only one who had a past they were trying to escape.

The rest of the walk was quiet. You didn’t really know what to say after that, and you were too tired to think up small talk anyway. Eddie seemed content to walk in companionable silence, and so were you.

It wasn’t long before you arrived at the diner, and you paused at the door before entering.

“Coming in?” you asked Eddie.

“Nah,” he replied, his breath visibly puffing out into the cold night air. “I’m good. I’m going to get home.”

“Oh,” you said, disappointed. “Alright then.”

Eddie seemed to notice your disappointment. “Listen,” he sighed. “You seem cool and everything. And I hope it works out with you at the bar and all that, I really do. But…but I’m not trying to make friends or anything.”

This took you by surprise. You seemed to be getting along earlier in the evening, and you would be lying if the idea of making a friend during this crazy time wasn’t comforting to you. Disappointment washed over you like a cold wave, leaving loneliness in its wake.

You had trouble coming up with something to say to that; part of you wanted to blurt out that you really needed a friend, that having someone to talk to right now would be incredible, but you could only slump your shoulders in defeat, “Ok, that’s cool,” you said lamely.

“It’s nothing personal,” Eddie said, leaning down a little to be closer to your level. “I’m honestly not trying to be a dick. But if you want friends, I’m not your guy, that’s all.” It seemed important to him somehow; that you understand it wasn’t personal. Weirdly enough, it did take away the sting a tiny bit, but not much.

“It’s cool, don’t worry about it,” you said, trying to force a smile, but honestly, you were too exhausted to give it more than the minimum effort.

“Ok. Well, take it easy. See you tomorrow,” Eddie said, and just like that, he turned and walked away from you.

You watched his departing figure for a minute, and realized that he was right. This was for the best; you weren’t there to make friends either. You were there because you needed to be as far from your hometown as you could get but you had no college degree, no resume, and you needed a place to live and money to earn. You could not form attachments to anyone. It was too dangerous.

You may have been joking about being in witness protection, but Eddie wasn’t too far from the mark when he judged you the moment he looked at you. You were escaping, but not in the metaphorical sense, you had literally barely escaped with your life, and you were planning on only being in town long enough to make some money before moving on to the next place. Eddie clearly sensed it, and you couldn’t fault him for being right.

What you couldn’t have possibly known, was that the young man who was so simultaneously endearing and disappointing had been through literal hell himself, and the two of you had more in common than either of you could guess. 

But for now, it was time to grab an egg sandwich before getting some much needed shuteye. Tomorrow was going to be another grueling day at Tom’s Tavern, after all.

Author's note: Thank you for reading. This is really just an introduction; there is a lot more drama coming for our heroine and our beloved Eddie, so stay tuned. Reblogs and feedback are so appreciated!

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PART TWO

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[rastronomicals]

4:21 PM EDT April 5, 2024:

David Bowie - "Panic In Detroit" From the album Aladdin Sane (April 13, 1973)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

This, and The Joker and most Kiss albums, I guess.

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Ep.4

I was scared

This is NOT a ship. It's a father-son relationship!!!

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ MEANTION OF DEATH, PANIC ATTACK, AND ANXIETY

Fandom : DBH

Relationship : Connor & Hank

Character's : Connor, Hank & Sumo

Summary : While investigating a crime scene, Connor faces a situation that leaves him startled. Hank tries to help him push through his panic.

Word count : 2.6k

*4:21pm*

The elevator lifted them up to the floor they were supposed to be on. Connor flipped his coin back and forth, doing all sorts of tricks with it. Hank glances at him back and forth, getting quite agitated. Connor catches the coin in between 2 of his fingers. Hank snatches the coin off him.

"You're starting to piss me off with that coin Connor." He shoves the coin in his pocket.

"Sorry, Lieutenant."

Connor stands still, embarrassed. Hank notices but doesn't do anything. He feels the cold touch of the coin in his pocket. The doors of the elevator open, revealing a room with black and yellow striped walls. Connor and Hank exit the elevator. He scans the room for potential escape routes that the deviants must have escaped. He walked up to a door and found thirium on the wall. He scoops some up with 2 fingers. He samples the evidence.

"Fuck, Connor that's disgusting."

"Well how else am I to sample the blood."

They stare back at each other.

"Is today's job to make Connor feel embarrassed."

Connor wiped the thirium on his jacket before waltzing into the other room where there was a dead body. He analysed that the model was PL600. He felt Hank brush past him up the stairs, making his way to the roof. Connor followed. Up the stairs was a load of crates and the pat to which the deviants escaped. But Connor felt an earie presence. He peered at a crate that had a trace of thirium on. He reached out for the bar and pulled. Inside was a deviant.

"Shit."

The deviant shot Connor in the hip. He fell to the ground in pain. He has never felt it before.

"CONNOR!" shouted Hank as he ran up to him.

He grabbed hold of Connors arm and helped him up. They ran and hid behind a ventilation tube. The guards began to shoot at the android.

"You have to stop them. If they destroy it, we won't learn anything." Connor held his hip as the thirium dripped out.

"We can't save it it's too late. We will just get ourselves killed."

Connor leapt out from behind the ventilation tube and sprinted up to the deviant. He jumped over a crater that was in the way and placed his hand on his wrist. All he saw was a blur. His mind was connected to the deviants. Connor felt a sharp pain that lasted a while. Like someone was shooting him over and over. He pulled away from the deviant who lay lifeless on the floor. Connor huffed, startled at what just happened.

"Connor!"

It was nothing but muffled.

"Connor. Are you alright?"

He heard Hank's shouts, but he was too fixated on his fear.

"Connor!"

"Okay.." he paused.

"Are you hurt?" Hank preceeded to ask with one hand on his shoulder.

"I'm okay." Connor stared at the deceased deviant.

"Jesus. Oh, you scared the shit out of me." Hank paced away. "For fucks sakes I told you not to move! Why do you never do what I say?" Hank shouted at Connor as he moved back towards him.

"I was connected to its memory. When it fired.." Connor paused and gulped. "I felt it die. Like I was dying.." Connor avoided eye contact with Hank. He felt his presence of anguish.

"I.. I was scared." Connor finally looks up at Hank with looming dread in his eyes.

Hank moved closer to Connor. He pulled him close to him and wrapped his arms around him. Connor stood frozen. He felt the pain over and over in his head, like a broken record.

"It's ok, kid. I got you."

*Hank's flashback*

The windows were dripping with water, and Hank was sitting in the living room with Sumo on his lap. It started to rain heavily. A loud bang of lightning startled Sumo.

"Hey, calm down, it's alright."

Hank turned to hear Cole crying. Down the hallway was Cole's room. The door was open a crack. He got up and walked down to his room. He expected Cole to be sitting in his bed, but instead, he was hiding in his wardrobe with the door shut. Hank slowly opened it to find him sitting in the corner.

"Hey. Bud, what's wrong."

Cole looked up at Hank with fear in his eyes the same way Connor looked up at him. Hank held his arms out.

"Come here, Cole, let's get you back to bed."

As he began to exit the wardrobe, another bang of thunger paraded throughout the house. Hank sighed and saw Cole's eyes swell up with tears.

"Hey, hey Cole, it's ok. It can't hurt you." Hank said in a soft tone.

Hank sat beside Cole in the closet. He put his arm around him and held his head up against his chest. He put his hand over his ear so it would be less loud. With his other arm, he caressed his back to soothe him.

"It's ok, kid. I got you."

*End of Hank's flashback*

Hank let go of Connor, ushering him away. Connor wrapped his arms around him also like Cole soon did after. So Hank hugged him tighter and repeting those same words.

"It's ok, kid."

*6:57pm*

Hank turned the car engine off. He opened the car door. Connor sat silently, just staring in front of him wearing that same look on his face. Hank waited for him to move before giving him a slight nudge. Connor flinched when he broke out from his thoughts.

"Woah. Connor, are you ok?" Hank raised his hands in front of him to ensure that he would stay calm.

Connor nodded, realising where they were. His trembling hand opened the door. Hank was waiting by the door for him to get out of the car.

"Connor, get a move on. I'm starved."

All of a sudden, when Connor stood up, he felt faint. He looked up at Hank, who was looking at him puzzled.

"Hank."

He tried to shout for him, but only a whisper came out. Connor's knees became weak, and his throat began to close up. He couldn't breathe. He bagan to hyperventilate, and he looked at his hands, which were shaking. Hank looked over at him, confused. Connor felt wek and dropped to his knees.

"Shit, Connor!" Shouted Hank.

He knealed down in front of him and supported his body with his arms. Connor jestured to his his neck. It was obvious that he was having trouble breathing.

"Connor, son, look at me." Hank gently placed his hand on his face and moved his chin up so they were making eye contact.

"Connor, just breathe."

He could not stop. His face was sweaty and pale, and his heart was beating a lot faster than usual. Hank moved closer to Connor and put one arm around his back, and the other he held his hand.

"It's ok, Con, it will pass soon. It's just a panic attack. Just try and slow your breathing."

Hank took Connor's hand and placed it over his heart. Hank's heartbeat was a lot slower than his.

"Can you do that for me?"

Connor felt how much of an increase in the speed of his heart had changed. Connor tried to breathe slowly, but all that came out was short little gasp for air. He turned to Hank and saw his worried look. Hank quickly changed that expression to a lop-sided smile.

"Are you ok now, Con."

Hank let go of Connor, who just looked at him. Hank waited for an answer. He made sure to keep the same expression. Connor shook his head, and a tear streamed down his face.

"No."

Connor sobbed into his jumper he wiped his eyes and dug his face into it. Hank got behind him, wrapping his legs around his waist to make him feel more secure. He held Connor's head and saw that his arms were up to his face. Hank put his other arm around his front, cradling his hiccuping stomach.

"You had it bottled up today for too long. If you feel like this, tell me, and we can sort it out, ok?"

Connor finally raised his head out from his arms and jumper. He looked up at Hank, who was looking back at him. He nodded. Hank pulled down his sleeve to his coat and wiped his tears.

"You did so good."

Hank liften Connor's chin and gave him a light kiss on the forehead.

"Thank you, dad."

Connor managed to force some words out of his anxiety filled throat. Hank pat his back while he stood up. He turned around and held his hand out for Connor to take. Connor reached out and held his hand while Hank supported him as he stood up.

"You hungry?"

Connor shook his head. Hank put his arm around Connor and walked to the door. Hank took out his keys and put them in the door. He opened the door to find Sumo waiting for them patiently. He wagged his tail at Connor and Hank.

"Good boy, Sumo."

Hank took off his coat and shoes and put them aside. Connor did the same. Connor walked down the hallway as Hank walked to the kitchen.

"You sure you're not hungry, Con?"

His bedroom door shut. It echoed throughout the whole house. Hank put his hands on his hips and stood looking down the hallway at his door. Hank felt that he had done something wrong that made Connor feel like he couldn't talk to him about it. He poured Sumo some dog treats in his bowl and scooted it over to him with his foot. He put the treats back into the cupboard. He looked over to his left and saw a packet of unopened chocolate biscuits. He picked them up and walked down the hallway.

Connor sat on his bed with his knees up to his chin. His feet were covered by the blanket, which he loved. It had dogs on it and some of Sumo's hair. He looked to the side and saw a closet. He felt drawn to it. He stood up and scanned it. He saw Hank and Cole hugging each other. It was obvious that Hank loved Cole very much. Hank opened his bedroom while holding the packet of chocolate biscuits. Hank also gazed at the cupboard while holding back from showing that he hurt. He cleared his throat.

"I brought these." He broke the silence.

Connor turned to Hank. "I'm sorry. About Cole. I never realised how much he meant to you."

"Yea well, wouldn't you."

Hank sat down on Connor's bed, still looking at the closet, which once him and Cole sat in.

"What made you feel so scared." Hank looked up at Connor , who still stood up.

He turned towards him and sat down on the floor, his back against the bed. Hank ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up slightly.

"I don't know." He took a while to say those words, but Hank understood why.

"It was just so sudden, and it hurt me. I've never felt that before. Let alone any sort of pain."

Hank nodded as he understood.

"Since I've become a deviant, I've been feeling really quite." He hesitated as he searched for the word he was looking for.

"Scared, anxious, hurt." Hank finished for him.

Connor nodded. "Yes."

Hank picked up the packet of chocolate biscuits and opened them. He took one out for himself and held the packet out to Connor. He just shook his head before resting his head on Hanks lap. He realised how hurt Connor was. He put the biscuit back and put the packet to the side.

"Get up, Connor. We are going somewhere."

Connor looked up, confused. Hank normally lets him rest. Does he think that Connor was weak? Connor lifted himself off the ground and grabbed a hoodie off his bed. He looked at it before throwing it back down. He went into Hank's room and grabbed one of his hoodies instead. He walked down the hallway, and by the door were his shoes. He slipped them on. Hank looked up from clipping Sumo's leash on.

"Is that mine?"

Connor looked at it.

"Yea." Connor looked ashamed.

Hank lop-sidedly smiled at him. He didn't do it back, though. Hank understood. Hank put his coat on and took Sumo's leash. He opened the door, and they all walked out. Hank locked the door behind them. Connor waited by the car.

"We are walking." Hank said as Sumo sat down on the bottom concrete step.

*7:37pm*

They arrived at the bench, where they had one of their first interactions. Where Hank piinted the gun at him. But he knew Hank was as hurt as him. He just didn't show it much. Sumo jumped on the bench and lay down on it, taking up half of it with his fat meaty body. Connor sat down on the edge of the bench with Hank sitting in the middle.

"Now. Connor, do you know why I brought you here?"

Connor looked at him and shook his head. There was a long pause.

"It's because this place had one of the worst memories I ever made. I wish i could go back in time and change what i did." Hank looked into Connor's eyes.

Connor waited for him to continue.

"I pointed a gun at you. I took all my anger out on you for something that wasn't even your fault. I know that i can't get Cole back, but I just can't accept it. I was mad at you for dying and coming back thinking thar Cole could do the same, but he can't. Cole is gone, and i can't do anything about that."

Hank stood up and walked to the green railing that he peered over and saw a large river that streached over the landscape.

Connor walked up to him and stood behind him. Hank could feel his presence. He put a hand on his shoulder.

"I used to think that drinking would wash all my problems away, but it only made them worse. I knew that and still did it anyway." Hank turned to face Connor.

"You helped me overcome this Connor. If I shot you and you couldn't come back, I would probably be dead. But I didn't." Hank's eyes became red and puffy.

"But why would you regret something that you're glad you didn't do?" Connor took his hand off Hank's shoulder.

He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but nothing came out.

"I guess I just regret taking my anger out on you." He turned back to face the railing. "I bet I sound so fucking stupid right now." He chuckled to himself.

Connor shook his head. "No, you don't. Hank, listen to me. You should not feel bad about this. You are the best partner I could ask for to work with Lieutenant. God, I haven't said that word in a while because I do not just consider you as a partner."

Hank glanced his way, trying to keep himself together.

"Hank, you are like a father to me."

Hank rushed forward and wrapped his arms around him. He buried his head into Connor's shoulder. Connor held him.

"Thank you."

End of ep.4

ep.5 coming soon

[songforeddiemunson]

Hiii just wanted to say I read all of Panic in Detroit last night (I know I’m super late to the party sorry 😂) and I could not go to bed until I’d finished it, you had me hooked! So yeah, I think you’re an excellent storyteller and I really enjoy your work 😊💕 just wanted to let you know!

AHHHH

You are the sweetest, thank you so much for stopping by and letting me know. I'm so pleased you liked it! 🥰

[bisexualmultifandommess]

I’ve written the second chapter to my Detroit: Become Human AU fanfic that I haven’t updated since June lmao

[singeratlarge]

peter chauncey’s SONG OF THE WEEK: “Panic in Detroit (Remix)”https://peterchauncey1.bandcamp.com/track/panic-in-detroit-alternate-mix

 —A cover David Bowie’s song from the iconic album ALADDIN SANE, the bridge between the intimate sci-fi rock’n’roll of ZIGGY STARDUST and the dystopian rock’n’soul of DIAMOND DOGS. ALADDIN contained several Bowie signature works—including “Panic in Detroit,” a song about revolution and Detroit’s civil unrest in July of 1967. peter’s cover fuses Bowie’s original urban hard rock subtext with a pulsating pop-electronica backdrop, paying tribute to Bowie’s OUTSIDE/drum’n’bass era. To listen to peter’s take, please visit the link below--and thanks for tuning in!

Personnel:

peter: arranging, drum program, keyboards, & all vocals

Daniel Berkman: electronic percussion & effects

Johnny J. Blair: bass, guitar, keyboards, & production

Will Mandell: engineering & remixing 

#detroit #davidbowie #aladdinsane #Ziggystardust #diamonddogs #panic #artrock #progrock #electronica #drumsnbass #danielberkman #johnnyjblair #peterchauncey #synthesizer #willmandell #keyboard #soul #revolution #civilunrest #july1967 #outside

[tenth-sentence]

His efforts were initially mocked as 'Pingree Potato Patches' – a slight probably not unfamiliar to urban garden exponents today – but these urban gardens were a cracking success, and gave families more benefit than any welfare schemes of the time.

"Soil: The incredible story of what keeps the earth, and us, healthy" - Matthew Evans

[forget-me-ghost]

I hope we'll get more 'mental breakdown' Alastor in the future. If he ever begins to care about the Hotel Crew I want him to react to that with the same amount of panic he had in his lil part of the song. This man needs to be bullied into feelings, I want to see confusion on his face, I want him to question himself.

Connor from 'Detroit: Become Human' style. Just ??? all over his face.

Imagine Alastor going "What did you do to me" on Charlie in, like, season 5 or something.

[riofann]

6. tempestuous

Tempestuous: characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion.

Previous Chapter

Friday April 17, 2020 

“The popular bar behind me became engulfed in flames in the early morning of Wednesday April 15th. Firefighters and police officers are conducting an investigation as foul play is suspected. The identity and current status of the two people entrapped in the flames has yet to be released as investigators are seeking answers.” 

You groan and turn your head reaching at what you thought was your bedside lamp to turn off the lights

You hear commotion followed by your mothers voice “OH MY GOD My baby Y/N! Y/N! Go get the nurse Daniel!”

“What’s going on?”

With tender hands she caresses your “Oh honey there was a fire they had to save you” 

“Fire?”

“Hey, you called!” the nurse speaks

“Nurse is here” your mother speaks to you

“Hi Y/N my name is Lisa your nurse can you tell me what day it is?” she asks as she logs into the computer in the room you looked around the room to see your mom and dad standing close by 

“I’m in the hospital” you comment

The nurse nods her head “Yes ma’am can you tell me what day it is?”

“It's not Wednesday is it?” you add

“That’s right it's Friday April 17, 2020 you are at Detroit Medical Center do you remember what happened?” she asks as she gets ready to do her assessment. You groan feeling your head “Oooh! Be careful” she gently removes your hand from your head “you got some bandages up there” she gently removes your hand from your head

You swallow feeling your mouth dry “I walked in with Gracie and i can’t remember the rest” you croak out

“That's okay, don't worry about it, just try to get some rest and hopefully it comes back to you as the days go by, I paged the doctor he will be here shortly. I’m just gonna do a quick assessment and when the doctor comes we will do a more in depth one okay?” You nod “Great!”

You turn to face your parents “Is Gracie okay?”

You see your parents look at each other then back at you “Honey” your dad starts 

Take some deep breaths the nurse coaches as the monitor indicates your heart rate going up 

“Where’s Gracie?” you ask them more directly. Your dad holds a somber expression “No dad No! NO!” 

“Its okay calm down sweety” your mom coaches seeing the panic seep into you

“Where is she?!” You demand answers

Your mom comes to cradle you “No mom where is she? Where is Gracie?”

“Heart rate is spiking need to calm her down” you hear your nurse say

“Y/N I’m the charge nurse Michelle”

"Where’s Gracie?!" you didn't care about what the nurses were saying to you. You only hoped the reason your parents were refusing to tell you what happened to Gracie is because she was in a coma in the ICU somewhere else but what you feared the most

“We’re gonna give you some medicine only help you calm down okay?” the nurses speak to your mother gently pulling her away from you “No where’s Gracie mom dad" you reach for them

"We’ll come get you when she’s calm I promise"

Monday May 4, 2020

You lay in bed thinking about how this came to be your mind flashes back to when you agreed to work with Alejandro. 

Flashback 

“My bosses don’t take no for an answer chiquita and they are tired of waiting” new threats were added to the mix. Threats that you couldn't ignore.  

You sigh “I am putting myself at risk here”

He chuckles “I already told you we will take...” 

You cut him off “Yea yea I know” 

He extends his hand “so it's a deal then?”

You hold your breath and extend your hand “deal” 

You try to figure out where things went wrong. It was smooth for the first few months then all of a sudden the switch flipped and Alejandro was more aggressive and dangerous than Rio. His temper was a force to reckon with. Like jekyll and hide one minute he is okay the next you are constantly looking over your shoulder and spending sleepless nights. It went from simple drop offs to no you need to sit while we finish counting, accusations of shorting the Guerrero family. Payment ready at delivery to you’ll get your cut later. It didn’t take you long to realize you were being heavily monitored and everything you were saying and doing was being captured. And when you inquired you weren’t given a reason but more threats of death and bar being burnt down.

When you heard them speak of Marcus and killing him to bring Rio out of hiding you knew you had to take action and warn Rio at least, if nothing to spare Marcus life. They knew everything, things you knew but didn’t tell them. Things you didn’t even know. Where the stash houses were, where the money was kept, his banker, his lawyer, his shipment schedules, his connections in El Salvador and Mexico. 

 Rio was right, you didn’t know what you were getting into. And his “good luck” rang like a bell summoning an omen in a horror movie. Every time you think about it you shiver knowing all that had transpired after that night. 

 “Someone’s here to see you” your mother speaks, bringing you back to the present time. You look to your bedroom door and see Rio walk in. You have been home for 2 weeks now. 

You turn the other way your back to him, embarrassed “how you holding up mama?” 

You hear the door open before shutting again. You grip the pillow tightly feeling the tears well up in your eyes. 

“Were you at the funeral?” You ask 

He clears his throat “Yea” 

It’s silent. Not comfortable, it's awkward. You close your eyes squeezing them shut praying this was all a nightmare.

“Don’t worry, I told the cops I didn’t know anything” you say

He clears his throat “Wasn’t worried about that.” There’s silence again “Your parents want you to eat something” 

“I’m not hungry” 

He nods looking at your body, you had bandages on your torso and thigh “well then ima go” 

You turn to face him before he fully walks out the room “Why didn’t they kill me?”  He stops in his tracks and turns to face you, closing the door “why did they have to kill her?” as much as you tried to make sense of the situation in the end Gracie died for nothing He sits down, and you stare at him waiting for an answer “Because”

“Because what?” 

He looks at you “if they killed you then it would be a full out war, and they can’t handle that right now” “Is there not a war right now? What’s the difference?” He pauses “this is different”

“So why burn down my bar? Why kill Gracie? She didn’t do anything to them” None of it made sense to you why would they kill her when it was you that was making money for him and them “Send a message to me” 

“To you? I thought you left Detroit?” “I did” 

“I don’t understand” He interrupts you “One day it will make sense. Get some rest yea? I’ll be around” 

Saturday May 30, 2020 

“What are you doing here?” You ask Rio as he walks in 

“Came to see you” “Okay” you say as you resume your position on the couch 

He sits next to you picking up the remote to pause the TV “what you been doing?” “Nothing” “I can see that I texted you” he comments  “I haven’t checked my phone” you lie

“For a week?” You shrug “so what you just gonna sit here and let them win?” You give him a look refraining from saying what you wanted to say, “I thought you were stronger than that” You face the TV “Well you’re wrong and if it's money you want they took it all cleared out my safe” “That's not why I’m here” You sit up to analyze him “So you’re here to berate me?” you stand up from the couch 

He shakes his head “Nah, I came here to check on you”

You stand up from the couch walking into the kitchen feeling yourself get irritated and these days anything gave you a headache “Well you’ve seen me so you can go” you didn’t need him to trigger you

He pauses, following you and stopping by the entry way of the kitchen watching you gulp down medicine “I warned you” You snap your head in his direction to look at him “I gave you an option me or them” You turn to face the sink “I didn’t have a choice Rio” you mumble He snickers “You did mama you just didn’t pick me” “I did not Rio” you stress turning to face him, they had promised to kill your family and burn down the bar leaving you with nothing. “You could have told me I would have taken care of him, taken care of them” he gives you a half smile

You nod slowly looking at him wondering why he seemed delighted by your demise “so this is a long awaited I told you so? Is that it? Is that why you’re here?” He releases a deep sighs “no, I told you I came to check on you”

“Why are you here? I thought you left town?”

He shrugs “I came back”

You scoff “Why? I’m sure you can find other people to wash your money literally anywhere else” He smirks “I wanted to, it’s my city anyway”

“That you handed over to the Guerrero’s.” you argue

He chuckles “nah mama I handed you over. I didn’t hand over my city.”

You nod “So I meant nothing to you all that talk about partnership an....” “You really wanna go there?” he asks

You swallow knowing it was you that betrayed him for once this time

“So you used Alejandro to punish me for not picking you?!” you hypothesize He shrugs 

“Gracie died!”

He nods “I know”

“They burnt her alive”

“I got the details of what happened”

You scoff “You’re un-fucking-believable!”

“Part of the game darling”

“What do you want Rio? Why are you here? Do you want to continue punishing me? Why are you here?”

“I told you I came to see how you were doing mama” “Well now you’ve seen me!” You lift your shirt “My bruise is finally fading away” You pull down your pants, showing your thigh/ass area “The burn is starting to heal up rreeaalll nice per the doctor, challenging walking or sitting or sleeping or standing because it's still painful and sore. I still get intense headaches where they kicked me from time to time. I can barely eat/sleep/or drink anything and every time I close my eyes, I see Gracie laying on the floor as they doused her with gasoline. There now you how I’m doing, you can leave”

“What are you gonna do with the bar?”

You throw spur hands up in frustration “So that’s why you’re here? To see how I can continue to make you money? Wash your fucking monopoly money?”

He pulling his lips in he shakes his head before speaking “not at all darling” “Well too bad for you I plan on doing nothing its burned down, I’m not doing anything to it, I’m gonna sell it”

He sighs  “Rebuild I’ll front you the money”

You shake your head, “No, I’m done with this,” you gesticulate crossing your arms in front of you repeatedly “I’m done with this shit! I’m done with you!” 

“So, you’re letting them win?” You look at him like he has 5 heads “You did, you let them burn down the place that was washing well over a million dollars a month. I didn’t do that you did” He bobs his head from side to side “if you put it like that” 

You feel the rage bubbling inside “get out!”

“Think about it. Gotta run see you around yea?” 

Friday September 25, 2020

“We are here at the re launch of Cure with owner Y/N. This is such a touching redemption arc story that speaks to community and how people come together. The community of Detroit were able to raise funds, the city’s best contractors offered assistance, along with Mayor Nick Serrano all came together to see this relaunch possible. Y/N how does it feel?” the interviewer asks you

“Its really emotional I didn’t think this was possible.” You pause to take a deep breath feeling like you were going to cry  “I can’t thank the community enough for being amazing and supporting myself as well as Gracie's favorite charity throughout this time” “With this relaunch we heard there’s a corner dedicated to Grace your former manager that passed away is that true?”

You nod “Absolutely there’s many places in the bar as well as menu items that are dedicated to Grace and the staff. I want it to be a reminder for anyone that walks in the amazing person she was and the amazing people that work at this bar who bring light and joy into everyone’s lives.”

“This is such a heart touching story. Tell me what Grace’s favorite things were” You smile “Sure Grace loved the Blue cheese sliders that we offer” “Oh yum I heard those were good!”

“How was the relaunch?” you hear from behind you as you walk into your home that night

“Fucking!” you hold your chest “what are you doing here?!” you hadn't seen or heard from him in months “Checking in on you” He smiles at you

You sigh throwing your keys down “How the fuck are you getting in?!”

He shrugs “got my ways” “Again if you want money it's all out and I used all of the bar insurance money to rebuild”

He shakes his head “Not here for the money”

“Why are you here then?”

He smiles at you “Just told you”

You scoff and roll your eyes “bar is open it was good lots of people showed up but not sure if they will come back”

“They will” he reassures

“How do you know that” “Because Cure is the best bar in Detroit”

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