#yandere! dave mustaine

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Poison Was The Cure | Chapter 3 | Dave Mustaine x Reader

Word count: ??? A03 Link<3 Author's Note: I’m sorry that the chapter was rushed. I just wanted to get the chapter over with and also NSFW warning 0-0

At Crescent Taekwondo, Dave’s P.O.V I came out of the fitting room, wearing my Martial Arts uniform and I was waiting for Marty to come out. I turned my head to look at (Y/N) from afar, (Y/N) was sitting down on the floor, waiting for me I suppose. Then I noticed that she was talking to Junior. It seems like they were flirting or he was flirting with her. My (Y/N) will never flirt with Junior. She’s disinterested and wants to talk to me, not Junior. I approached them, glaring at him while trying to hide my mean persona. Before Junior even turned his head to face me, (Y/N) was blushing. “Hey, Dave.” Junior smiled. That smile of his is pissing me off. “Junior…” I reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer to me, away from (Y/N). “Do you mind if I use you to teach people about Martial Arts?” I slowly squeeze his arm a bit. “Sure, pal.” Junior put his hand on my shoulder. “Step this way, partner,” I smiled at him and pointed at the middle of the floor. This is an excuse to “hit” him for flirting with (Y/N).

Everyone was staring at me and Marty, waiting for the tutorial to begin. “Alright, the first step to Martial Arts is observation, okay?” I told them. “If you try a move without observing, you will make mistakes. We don’t want mistakes, especially early on.” Marty finished my sentence for me. “Allow me to demonstrate,” I said. I performed the front kick on Junior. “Ow!” Junior yelled as I had a slight smile on my face. “What Dave did was the front kick,” Marty told them. “You gotta keep your feet apart and lift your knee to your chest. Then snap your foot out.” “And aim for the midsection,” Marty performed the front kick on Junior. “Ow!” Junior hunched over. It's so satisfying seeing him getting hurt. “Now, we're gonna show you guys how to do the Mount Escape.” I raised my voice.

After teaching them a couple of moves, we were both getting exhausted and decided to end it “Alright, you guys can go now,” I told them. They were getting up and leaving the building. “Get up, Junior.” Marty reached his hand out for Junior who was in pain. “Until next time–” I cut myself off because I wasn’t expecting (Y/N) to leave at all. I wanted her to stay longer but we all have our lives. She has to go to her job.

At Emily Marie Mustaine’s house, Dave’s P.O.V. Going to my Mom’s house was a bad idea but I know that she will scold me for not talking to her in a while and I don’t want to deal with that. I ringed the doorbell, waiting for my mom to open the door. She opened the door, she had a mean look on her face. I tried to fake my smile to her. “Hello… Mother.” I said, my tone filled with enthusiasm. “I just came in to say hi–” “Have you got a girlfriend yet?” She asked me in a rude tone. Of course she would asked me that. My mom is one of those who expects their child to be perfect and good at everything parents. “Well… I–” I was stumbling my words. “Don’t come talking to me until you have a girlfriend.” She crossed her arms. “And make sure she’s Christian.” She continued. I couldn’t say that (Y/N) is my girlfriend to her because she doesn’t like (Y/N). She isn’t good for me and the family, what my mom said to me. I’m getting fed up with her, I can’t keep on this fake nice persona for too long. I sighed and said, “Yes, Mother.” I slammed the door on my way out. God, I hate my mom so much. I don’t know why I try to get along with her, it's never going to work out.

July 2002 At a drum store, Diana’s P.O.V. As I walked into the entrance of the drums store, I felt an overwhelming surge of happiness in me. “Finally! We’re finally here.” I shouted. “Yay….” Dave yawned as he crossed his arms, eyes drooping. Hate dealing with him sometimes. “Geez, who pissed in your cheerios?” I rolled my eyes at him and crossed my arms as well. “I’m tired, Diana.” Dave took a sip of his water. “We’re not gonna be here that long anyways.” I lied to him.

After about 20 minutes of looking around in the store, I brought some drumsticks and a few snares. As I set them on the counter, there’s a picture frame of that Nick Menza guy on the front counter. I know it was Nick because it has the words, Nicholas Menza, on it and his birthdate and death date. I tugged on Dave’s shirt and asked, “Is this the Nick guy you talk about?” Dave looked at the photo for a bit before responding with, “Yeah, I forgot that he used to come here often.” I grabbed the picture frame and stared at it. “It's really sad that he died so young, you know?” I said softly, trying to be all sad. I kept talking about Nick, not knowing that Dave wasn’t listening to me. He was looking through the window. Now he’s getting on my nerves. “Dave!” I punched him in the shoulder. “Ow!” He yelled as he started to rub his shoulder, giving me an angry look. “I was talking to you.” I said, my fist clenched. “What were you looking at anyways?” I asked him and I peep through the window. I saw (Y/N) helping someone. I know who (Y/N) is. Dave talks about her and I have met her a few times. She’s really nice and kinda pretty but she bugs me out. “Oh,” I smacked my lips.

At Dave’s house Opening the door to my house, I was exhausted. I wanted to lie down in my bed so bad. Man, I wished I didn’t hang out with Diana today. She pretty much wasted my time. I’m getting so tired of hanging out with Diana. I have more important stuff to do than even talk to her. Before I lay on my bed, I went through some of the stuff, looking for a picture of (Y/N). Looking at a picture of her will surely help me feel less shitty. After going through the box of (Y/N)’s stuff that I stole from her like her clothes, panties, bras, and a toothbrush, I finally grab a photo of (Y/N). I remember this day, it was summer. We were hanging out outside and having a fun time, despite us sweating immensely. I forgot where we were in this photo but I don’t care. I’m only focusing on (Y/N), she was so hot in her lace top and jeans. I gazed at the image for roughly 30 seconds until I could feel my arousal building. I can’t help myself, can I?

Finally, I got on my bed while holding the picture in my right hand and reaching for my pants in my left hand. I slowly unbutton my pants with my left hand until I reach my hard dick. As I started to stroke myself, images of her pretty face and curvy body flashed through my head. “I wish she was here.” I moaned. The thoughts were consuming me immensely, just pure desire. Each stroke was bringing me closer and closer to release followed by my loud breathing. I picked the pace of my strokes, leaning my head back a little. “I’m cumming, (Y/N)…” I muttered as I came all over the photo. Staring at a picture of (Y/N) did make me feel less terrible but my exhaustion is still there.

[kirk-says-wah]

make a fic where dave mustaine is a yandere and chases james without james knowing, and dave kills anyone who gets between him and james

Thank you for the request! 💕

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Pairings: James/Dave, James/Lars

TW: death, violence, murder

Lars’ hand is cold in James’ grip.

The coffin stands in front of him, Cliff’s lifeless body as gruesome exhibit as it stays hidden under the wood. Too grisly for an open casket.

Lars sniffs, hand flexing around James’ fingers, holding them in his lap. James looks at him, traces his nose and his lips with his eyes, takes in the wetness gathering on his cheeks.

He catches an eye, someone staring at him a few seats up, and he looks and meets Dave’s gaze.

Dave smiles a little, mouthing a ‘you okay?’

James smiles back, doesn’t answer, turns back to the casket and Cliff’s dad giving a short speech.

He squeezes Lars’ hand.

— —

A party only a few days after the funeral seems in bad taste, especially because James has found it hard to even get out of bed.

He spends his time staring at the ceiling, Lars occasionally joining him, curling around him, tethering him to reality.

The party’s at Kirk’s, a small flat a few blocks away, and James manages to change his clothes for the first time in over a week. It’s Lars’ doing, of course it is, makes sure that James brushes his teeth and eats something, and brushes away all the knots in James’ hair.

They turn up a little late, but Lars says it’s better than not turning up at all.

The flat is full of people, music blaring through the speakers, and James feels uncomfortable when one of his best friends isn’t here.

He tags along with Lars, keeps a hand around his wrist until he spots Dave, slouching on the couch, a beer in his hand. Dave is already watching him, eyes unfamiliar, but James goes to him anyways, lets Lars go and find Kirk.

“Okay?” Dave asks when James sits next to him. James snatches his beer before taking a long pull.

“I don’t know why we’re here,” James admits, eyeing the room. Black Sabbath is playing, and James leans back into the couch, handing the beer back to Dave.

“Cliff would’ve wanted us to move on,” Dave says, and James scoffs.

“Yeah but not this quick. I feel like we’re dancing on his fucking grave.”

Dave shrugs, rubs his finger over the neck of the bottle.

James rubs his tongue into his teeth, his skin feeling prickly and raw. He wants to go home, but he knows he’s not going anywhere until Lars’ done.

“Still thinking about going on tour?” Dave asks, and James feels his stomach drop through his feet and he frowns, turns to look at Dave head on.

“The fuck? Why would you ask me that?”

“You’re so sensitive,” Dave says, turning back to his beer, and James grinds his jaw, tongue thick in his mouth.

Dave goes to say something again but is cut off when Kirk appears, definitely drunk, pulling on James’ arm.

“Dance with me,” he pleads, swaying on his feet. “Lars won’t mind.”

“Lars will definitely mind,” James says but Kirk just shakes his head, tugging at James’ skin.

“C’mon, just for one song.”

James sighs, relenting, lets Kirk pull him onto his feet. Dave’s nails scrape at James’ side, but James doesn’t have enough time to ask him what’s wrong before he’s being pulled away.

Time passes in a blur after that. Kirk leaves him at some point, going back to get even more smashed, but eventually Lars finds his way back to James, as he always does.

He’s drunk, planting himself in James’ lap, which James definitely doesn’t mind, keeping Lars there with an arm around his waist.

Dave disappeared a while ago, but James finds he doesn’t really care, he just wants to go home. Lars passes him his beer, pressing a sloppy kiss to James’ cheek, and James presses his forehead into Lars’ shoulder, tries to pretend their at home, that everything else is fading into the background.

A scream sounds from upstairs and James flinches, head snapping upwards. People starts running around, and Lars sits up from where he was leaning against James.

Lars’ name is called, and Lars gets up, swaying a little as he makes it onto his feet. James follows him, worry making his stomach eat itself, and they follow the crowd upstairs, chatter making his ears hurt.

There’s blood on the walls.

James swallows thickly, lets Lars lead him up by the wrist, the both of them much sober now.

There’s a few people stood outside Kirk’s bedroom, and Lars pushes his way through. James wishes he hadn’t.

There, on the floor, is Kirk. Or what is left of him. He’s on his back, lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling, and there’s blood. So much blood.

Lars heaves, bends at the waist, throwing up all the beer he’d drank. James keeps a hand around him, his eyes never leaving the body of his best friend.

That’s two of them. Dead.

James feels ill.

He’s shoved slightly to the side, and he turns to see Dave staring at Kirk. He looks… James doesn’t know how to interpret the look, but it makes him feel sick, like someone’s ripping a hand through his stomach.

— —

Another day. Another funeral.

James doesn’t know how he’s still going, Lars’ hand around him the only thing keeping him there.

Lars is sniffling, pressing his cheek into James’ shoulder as he cries. James keeps a hand on his thigh, running it backwards and forwards, trying to soothe him in any way he can.

Dave is sat with them on the pew, grey around the edges. Theres a clear gap between him and Lars, and James would find it odd, but then again, Lars and Dave had never really gotten along.

James sniffs, rests his head atop of Lars’.

— —

James knows something’s wrong as soon as he gets home.

Lars had sent him out on a beer run, telling him it would be good to get some fresh air. James’ doesn’t feel any better, if anything he feels worse, the cashier’s eyes drilling into him as he pays for a case of bud.

The house is quiet when he gets in. The tv is still playing on low, but Lars isn’t where James left off him on the couch.

James frowns, walking into the kitchen to put the beer away.

Lars isn’t there either, and James finds there’s something uncomfortable digging into his stomach. He can’t explain it, but he knows something’s wrong.

He climbs the stairs one at a time, hand sliding up the banister as he passes the photos hung up on the wall. Photos of him and Lars. Of Cliff. Of Kirk.

His chest stutters and he checks the first door, the bathroom.

Nothing.

He grinds his teeth, makes his way to the bedroom.

There’s a quiet sound from behind the door, muffled, but James knows it’s Lars. He opens the door slowly, and panic snaps his veins and he suddenly he can’t breathe.

Lars is there, tied up on the dresser chair, his face bloody and bruised, a gag tied in his mouth.

“Oh Jesus,” James says, sprinting forwards, bending to cup Lars’ cheeks in his hands.

Lars is looking back at him, eyes wide, tears sliding through the blood.

“It’s okay,” James says, hands flying to undo the rope around Lars’ wrists. “It’s okay I’m here.”

The creak of the floorboards make him stop abruptly, and he snaps his head around, the world blurry as he takes in the sight of Dave, blood down his shirt.

Confusion swallows James whole and his eyes widen.

“Dave?” he asks, unsure, but Dave just sighs, his hand coming up from behind his back, a kitchen knife in hand.

Lars cries out from behind the gag, wiggling in the chair.

James rises to his feet, puts his hands up.

“What are you doing, Dave?”

“Don’t you get it?” Dave says, stepping forwards. “He’s the last piece of the puzzle.”

James blinks, looking back at Lars to see his eyebrows knitted together.

“After he’s dead, you’ll need me like you need him,” Dave says, voice high pitched and desperate. “You’ll love me like you love him.”

“Dave, I don’t know what’s going on but-“

“Shut up,” Dave roars, points the knife to James’ chest. “This is all your fault.”

James cocks his head, the knife so close he can almost taste the metal.

“What?” He says, still bemused.

“After Cliff died, you should’ve broken up. It was meant to have been the end of you two, too caught up in your own grief.”

Realisation slices at James’ fingertips, and his eyes widen, anger beginning to set alight in his bones.

“You-“ he cries, pointing a finger. “You killed Cliff? And Kirk?”

“It was all for you, baby,” Dave says, sadistic, sidestepping James to point the knife at Lars. “Just let me kill him and we can be together.”

“You’re a sick fuck,” James says, eyes zoning in on the knife getting closer to Lars. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

Dave advances then, barges past James to try and get to Lars. James isn’t quick enough, and as he tackles Dave, the knife slips and plunges into Lars’ thigh.

Lars screams behind the gag, eyes squeezed shut, but James can’t get to him yet.

He pushes Dave to the floor, punches him in the eye only for Dave to fight back, pulling on James’ hair to scratch his nails down James’ cheek.

James cries out, but he doesn’t pull away, and instead starts to pummel Dave into the ground, his fists smashing into Dave’s face, over and over until Dave goes limp and passes out.

James heaves for breath, the anger cloud finally dissipating, and he turns to Lars.

Lars has got his head hung, and James quickly shuffles on his knees, shakes Lars gently. Lars doesn’t move, and James shakes him again, harder.

“Lars,” he whispers, voice broken, presses Lars’ shoulders back to get a look at his face.

Lars’ eyelashes flutter, and a frown creases his face before a low moan emanates from his mouth.

James flicks his eyes down to the knife still wedged in Lars’ thigh, and he knows he shouldn’t touch it in case he makes it worse.

He quickly grabs the phone from the bedside table, call 911 before Dave can wake up, then he undoes the rope around Lars’ wrists.

Lars becomes more aware then, whining at the pain coursing through him, and James hushes him gently, moves his hair out of his face with bloody fingers, removing the gag from his mouth.

“S’okay Lars,” he says, scooping Lars up in his arms. “It’s all okay.”

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Poison Was The Cure | Yandere! Dave Mustaine x Fem! Reader • Chapter 1

Warning: Blood, Murder and Violence

General Audiences Rating

A03Link

Word Count: 2582

Summary: Dave is in love with (Y/N). He loves her so much where he could do anything for her. Even hurt and kill anyone that gets in the way of him and his beloved (Y/N).

This is all going to be in Dave’s P.O.V for now.

Dave’s P.O.V

Friday, 2:00 PM, It was a warm day today. I was wearing a black shirt with light blue jeans and white Nike shoes. I was walking to the library because obviously I wanted to read. What else do you think I’m going to do at the library? Study? Why would I do that? I walked into the library and it smelled like clean laundry, weird. There were a lot of people here as usual. It has been a while since I last went to this place anyways. I looked at the front desk and I saw David Ellefson, typing at the computer. David turned his head slightly and saw me. He looked pretty happy that I was here. “Hi Dave, I haven’t seen you in a while.” David shouted at me. People in the library were now looking at me. Whatever. “Yeah, I know.” I replied back. I laughed a little. I walked towards him. The person I’m talking to is David Ellefson, he has long blonde hair. He was wearing a plain white medium sized t-shirt with navy blue pants and black matte shoes. We both have the same name but we all call him Junior so that there’s no confusion. Me and David Ellefson have been friends for 18 years now. We met at a bar when I was at my lowest. He tried to help me out and comforted me a little. I rest my hands on the front desk. “Junior, I’m looking for a Martial Arts book.” I told him. He stopped typing on the computer and looked at me. “Can you help me find one?” I asked him. “Sure, just hand me that ladder right there.”

He pointed “Alright.” I handed him the ladder. Man, I really do miss this place.

Junior was setting the ladder up while I was looking at the books. “So where have you been?” Junior was concerned. I was a bit shocked when he asked that. Junior went up the ladder. I put my hand on my arm and said, “I have been dealing with a lot of personal problems lately.” I looked down on the floor, I took a deep breath. Junior kinda knows what has been happening with me. Even if he didn’t know what the problems were, I wouldn’t tell him either way because I’m not comfortable opening up to people. “Is this the book you wanted?” Junior showed me the book. It was The Ultimate Book of Martial Arts by Fay Goodman. Yes, that’s the book U “Yes.” I said happily. Junior grabbed the book and was going down on the ladder. I looked up and I crossed my arms in anger. “Why are the Martial Books at the top anyways? It should be at the bottom.” I complained. “Martial Artists have to deal with pain every time they train or fight. Putting the books on the bottom shouldn’t be an issue–" I continue to complain and yell. People were staring at me. “I’m glad to have you back.” Junior smiled at me. I'm glad too, Junior. I was walking back to the front desk while Junior was on the side of me, holding the ladder.

Junior was behind the front desk, scanning my library book. I gave him the money and he gave me the book. The book was 7 dollars. "I'll see you later.” I smiled a bit at him and walked out with the book in my hand.

I was walking back to my house so I can put my book up and go to work. Going to work is awful. I have to deal with angry customers and I have to deal with my shitty coworker, mainly Nick. While I was walking, I saw (Y/N), standing at a street/crosswalk light. She was wearing her work clothes and a black purse. Her job is a stocker. He puts stuff up on the shelves at a grocery store named, Better Bites Food Mart. I was walking towards her and I said, “Hey (Y/N).” She looked at me. Me and (Y/N) have been friends for a couple of years and I'm in love with her. She's so beautiful, kind and fun to hang out with. I love her crooked teeth, I love her white, soft skin, I love her medium length, black curly hair, I love her pretty, sparkly blue eyes… I could go on all day about how much I love her. I was standing next to her. “Hey Dave. I’m so happy to see you.” She hugged me. I smiled and hugged her back. She let go of me and saw the book in my hand “What are you holding?” She asked as she pointed at the book I was holding. I gave her the book so she could see it.

“This is that Martial Arts book that I have been wanting for a couple of weeks now. Now, it is in my hands.” I explained to her. She was reading the book, flipping through the pages. “How many Martial Arts books do you have at this point?” She gave the book back to me. “I just like having martial arts books. I love reading them and learning more about Martial Arts.” I told her

“I don't know why you ask that when you have a brown belt in Martial Arts.” She put her hand on her hip and rolled her eyes. I chuckled a little. The light turned green and we were walking on the crosswalk. This is the time to ask her. “Umm.. do you want to go with me to that martial arts place? You know that one where I fight? I promise you will like it.” I asked her. I was tugging my shirt, I was really nervous. We stop at the sidewalk. “Sure, I love to.” She smiled. That smile, that damn smile… She is so cute when she smiles. “I’ll talk to you later, Dave.” She left and was walking to her job. Oh (Y/N). How I love her. I wish I could confess my feelings to you but I’m afraid that you might not feel the same way. Especially since Junior and my other friends keep getting in the way. I hope one day we could be boyfriend and girlfriend, then we will get married and have kids… It would be a dream come true.

3:00 PM, At Dave’s job

I work as a barista at Palm Brews. I have to deal with angry customers and I always have to deal with my stupid, incompetent, coworkers, especially Nick. We have been working at the same job for a few years and we never got along. We always argue and even sometimes fight. The only time we get along is when (Y/N) is involved or here. Right now, there’s a lot of customers and a pretty long line on a day like this. I just want the day to end already. Nick was making the orders/food while I was taking the orders and giving people their food. “Can you make the orders a little faster?” I told Nick. He turned around and looked at me. He looks really pissed off. “There’s a lot of customers–”

“I know, Dave! Hold on!” Nick yelled at me. The customers are staring at us now. My god. I crossed my arms in anger. “What is Jeff doing anyways?” I asked Nick as he grabbed the food and drinks and handed them to me. I haven’t seen Jeff in a few weeks. Jeff Young is one of our coworkers and right now, we are short staffed. The previous coworkers left because they think I’m too difficult to work with. That’s their fault, not mine. “He has a broken foot and he’s slowly recovering. He can only do so much.” Nick said. I grab the food and drinks. My coworkers always have excuses to not do their work and let me do all the work. “What a worthless cunt he is.” I said to Nick. Nick rolled his eyes at me and went to the tables to take their orders. As soon as I walked back to their drinks, Nick bumped into me and the coffee spilled all over me. Thank god it was hot coffee, just ice coffee. But still, it sucks. My work clothes were all covered in coffee and smelled like coffee. I looked at the customer, the customer was obviously not happy. “Sorry, I’ll get you another one–” The customer stepped on my foot. “Ow!” I shouted. Fuck, that hurt. She was wearing black platform boots, that’s why it hurt pretty bad when she stepped on my foot. “Fuck you! I’m never going to eat at this place ever again!” The customer yelled at me and angrily walked out of the place. They slammed the door. I turned my head and looked at Nick with an angry look on my face. I was so angry at him for bumping into me. He did that on purpose because I told him to hurry up. I leaned in and punched him in the face. Nick pulled my hair hard and punched me in the stomach. Holding my stomach, bending over in pain, I looked at him to see what he was going to do next. I was vulnerable at this point. He grabbed the food tray and swung it at my face. God damn, that hurt. We both ended up fighting, everyone was staring at us. I heard someone walking towards us. “Dave! Nick!” It was Jeff, he yelled at us. We stopped fighting immediately. I was on top of Nick, pouring hot coffee all over his body. I looked at Jeff, he had a cast around his left foot. So Nick wasn’t lying to me. “You guys need to stop fighting or both of you guys are losing your jobs!” Jeff yelled again. Jeff was serious, I really don’t want to lose my job. It's the only job I have at the moment. “Whatever, Jeff.” I let go of Nick and got him off of me. I crossed my arms. “Let me try to help you guys. I’m getting so sick of you guys fighting everyday.” Jeff said. I think I might have a concussion, lost a couple of hairs and a swollen cheek, ow. Me and Nick acted like nothing happened and were continuing our job like normal. For the next 20 minutes, everything was going fine and dandy until Nick had to open his mouth. “I don’t know what (Y/N) sees in you.” You never get along with anyone and you’re always picking fights with people, including me.” Nick said as he was making people’s food. Did he say what I think he said? (Y/N) does see something in me and I see something in here.

“One day, she’ll find out about your true colors and stay away from you.” Nick whispered in my ear and went back to his station. My fists were clenched and my teeth were grinding. I was really angry at what Nick said. I wanted to attack him so badly but I don’t want to lose my job and I want to get this day over with. I ignored him and continued doing my work. I grabbed the customer’s coffee and walked to their table. I’m getting tired of you, Nicholas Menza. All you did is piss me off and make my day worse, especially when (Y/N) is involved. You know that I'm in love with (Y/N) and you know that I want to marry her. So why would you say that? You said that to just mess with me. You don’t like me. You should have kept your mouth shut because karma's a bitch. Just so you wait.

At Nick’s house, night time, 12:30.

I was staring into Nick’s window. Yeah, I know where he lives. I have been to his house a couple of times. He’s washing the dishes late at night and I’m pretty sure his girlfriend is asleep. I stopped looking inside the house so I wouldn’t get caught right away. This is perfect. I was wearing gloves and I had a metal baseball bat in my hands. Thank god, Marty is into sports and decided to give me a metal baseball because he’s too nice. I knocked on the door loudly and I quickly stood next to the side of the door so that they wouldn't see me. I could hear Nick’s footsteps from here. Nick opened the door and said, “Who is it–” I immediately swing my bat at Nick’s legs, breaking them. He was on the floor, laying on his stomach in agony. Struggling to move, he looked up slowly and saw me. “Dave! What the–” I swung my bat in Nick's face, hitting his face over and over again until he died. My god, look at his face. It's so deformed, mangled and bloody. Look at all the injuries I did to his face. “That’s what you get Nick. You should have kept your damn mouth shut.” I spit on his lifeless dead body and walked away with the bat in my hand. If I leave the bat here, they will ask Marty about the bat. He will say that he recognizes that bat and say that it's my bat, linking me to the murder, even though I have gloves on. At least I don’t have to deal with him at work anymore because he’s dead.

The next day, 6:00 AM

I was sitting on my living room couch, watching TV while eating some potato chips. I couldn’t sleep last after what I did to Nick. Part of me feels guilty, but the other part feels like he deserves it and I don’t feel guilty at all. Someone knocked on my door. Who would knock on the door this early in the morning? I walked to my door, opened it, and it was Marty and (Y/N). Marty is another friend of mine. We met through (Y/N), he was (Y/N)’s friend. Marty and (Y/N) looked so sad and depressed. They look like they’re about to cry. “Dave, have you heard about what happened to Nick?” Marty asked me. Oh shit, they found out. “No.. I-I haven’t heard. What happened?” I asked them. Marty took a deep breath. “Nick was killed…My best friend was murdered…” Marty said softly. “Oh Nick!” (Y/N) started crying pretty hard. I feel so bad for her, I hate seeing her like this. “I’m so sorry for your loss, (Y/N)” Marty was comforting (Y/N) by putting his hand on his shoulder. That should have been me comforting her, not Marty! Ugh! “He was like a brother to me…” (Y/N) sniffled. (Y/N) and Nick were really close friends. “I can’t believe that Nick was killed…” I said to them in a sad voice. “He was a great guy and he will always live in our hearts. I hope the person who killed him gets what they deserve.” I lied to them. Nick was never a nice guy, he kept on getting in my way and annoying me and I killed Nick. I hugged Marty tightly. “I can’t believe he’s gone too, Marty.” I said softly. Today is going to be a long day.

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Poison Was The Cure | Chapter 2 | Dave Mustaine x Reader

A03Link<3 Word Count: 1485 At Flavors of Fire Restaurant, Marty’s P.O.V

Normally I was quick at cooking food giving people their orders and listening to my coworkers but I was working slowly today. Tried to smile and act happy in front of my coworkers and the employees So they wouldn’t notice my pain but inside, I was really sad and still grieving. I’m still not over Nick’s death, it's only been a week without him here. Nick would always come to my restaurant and order beef tacos and a Bud Light. I haven’t taken a day off since Nick was murdered but I had no choice but to work. But thank god, not that many employees came in today for some reason. An employee walked into the restaurant, it was Jeff Young. Dave has told me about him and what I have heard, Jeff is an asshole.

Jeff didn’t look too happy either. “W-What can I get you?” I stuttered and chuckled nervously. “15 barbecue wings, celery, and a side of ranch.” He told me. “That will be $17.25,” I told him with a slight smile. He handed me the change and sat at a table, near the countertop. As I told my coworkers to make Jeff’s food, Jeff broke the silence by saying, “I’m so sorry for your loss.” I flinched when he said that. Nick’s death has been running through my head this past week. But I didn’t want to talk about it at all. “Nick was a great and funny guy. He always cheered me up by saying really stupid jokes and doing dumb things. And now–”

“Life has been terrible without him,” I said, trying to not cry. “He made everything better. I can barely even work.” I continued talking. The coworkers couldn’t hear me, they were busy making the food. They’re not even paying attention to me. Jeff looked at me, worried. He was concerned about my wellbeing. “You need some time off, Martin.” He told me, bluntly. I sighed. Dave was wrong, Jeff isn’t an asshole. He’s trying to help me out. “I can’t get a day off, Jeff. I have to be there for my team, just like Nick said.” Jeff’s eyebrows furrowed, looking mad at me. He was not proud of me for overworking myself.

Dave’s P.O.V

I’m at my job a little earlier than normal. It was sweeping the floors like I’m supposed to do. Customers were coming into the store while I was cleaning. No big deal. If they leave trash on the floor and mess up the bathrooms, there’s going to be a problem. Since I killed Nick, everything has felt off lately. Marty has been acting very differently while Junior and (Y/N) try to stay positive. But me, I was ecstatic. I don’t have to deal with Nick anymore. Pity he got murdered, If he would shut up, he would still be here. Glad that I killed him because my life is going so much better without his presence. Don’t celebrate yet, Dave.

Moping the boy’s bathroom floor, I heard the door open and footsteps getting closer to me. I turned around and it was Jeff Young. Admittedly, he scared me a little bit. I’m afraid that people are going to find out that I killed Nick but at the same time, I’m shocked that I got away with it. Jeff’s foot is slowly healing but he still needs a cane to get around. He was walking up to me, probably going to say something important. “Dave, we have a few new coworkers,” Jeff told me. I set the mop up against the wall. I didn’t care who my coworkers were, I would never get along with them. “Since we can’t work with just the two of us.” Jeff continued. “No shit, Sherlock,” I said in a sarcastic tone while I rolled my eyes at him with my arms crossed. Jeff sighed, he looked like he didn’t have time for my “attitude.” I stepped out of the bathroom to see the coworkers that Jeff was talking about. They were all men, they were all of average height. They all looked tired and did not want to be here, same. “Anyways, here are the new coworkers.” Jeff pointed at the new coworkers. I waved at them, forcing a smile at them. I hate them already.

The sound of the front door opening, a woman ran up to Jeff and apologized to him. Guess she’s another new coworker? “And here’s Diana.” Jeff pointed at the 5’3” woman with short, blonde hair and brown eyes, who was Diana. Diana waved at me. She looked kinda cute but not as beautiful as my amazing (Y/N). “Ok, you guys get to work,” Jeff told us as he sat down at one of the tables. “If you guys have any questions, ask Dave.” Jeff raised his voice so we could hear him. Let’s hope the customers aren’t bitchy as usual and I hope my coworkers aren’t incompetent and annoying.

As I started to work on people’s orders, Diana walked up to me with her hands behind her back. I didn’t look at her, I just kept on doing my work. “You’re Dave, right?” Diana asked softly. She seems nervous and looks like she doesn’t know what to do. I mean, it's her first day at work after all. “Yeah, why did you ask?” I responded, my voice tinged with confusion. After I responded to her, she started to take people’s orders. “It's nothing. Just heard some things about you.” She said.

I hope she doesn’t know what I did to Nick. “What kind of… things?” I gave her the side eye, I was curious. “That you’re an asshole.” Wow, she said it straight up. I chuckled and said, “They’re just lying, Diana.” I lied to her. I turned around and gave her a menacing look. She looked a little frightened. “Do I look intimidating to you?” I said calmly, trying to scare her. “Well… you do look cute instead of intimidating,” Diana said in a flirty tone as she nudged her elbow on me. “Thanks.” I slightly smiled at her.

It's been a few days and I didn’t along with all of my coworkers, but I did get along with Diana quite well. So far, me and Diana have been talking to each other while we both work. I learned that she likes drumming and collecting Pokemon cards. Pretty cool but I’m still focusing on (Y/N), she’s just a distraction or obstacle to me.

Almost there to Crescent Taekwondo aka the Martial arts place, I saw Diana sitting at the bus stop, reading a book about drums, of course. Guess she was about to go home, and kind of forgot she doesn’t have a car. I walked up to her and tapped the page she was reading to get her attention. She looked up at me. “Hey, Diana.” I leaned a bit closer to her, she looked pretty upset that I interrupted her reading time. She closed her book and put it down next to her. “Hey, David.” She said. My eye twitched a little when she called me David. “J-Just called me Dave.” I chuckled to hide my anger. I hate being called David. “Anyways, do you want to go to the Martial Arts place with me? Its only 5 minutes away from here.” I asked her with a fake smile on my face while I crossed my arms. Still not over her calling me David. “No, thank you, Dave.” She said. Thank god. “I’m pretty busy and I’m more focused on my drums.” She continued. “I-It’s fine. See you later.” I quickly walked back to where I was going.

As I approached the Martial Arts place, I saw (Y/N) standing next to the doors. She still looked pretty miserable. Looking down on the floor, waiting for me. She’s not over Nick’s death. Seeing her sad makes me sad. I walked up to her and said, “Hey, buddy.” Putting my hand on her shoulder, rubbing it. “H-Hi.” (Y/N) said quietly, voice hoarse. She’s not even smiling, she always smiles. “Are you feeling better?” I asked her in a slight tone. She slowly look up at me.

“Y-Yeah, a little.” She sighed in disbelief. That was an awkward silence between us because I didn’t want to pressure her, she was struggling. Then I got an idea. “Since you’re here, I think learning about Martial Arts will make you feel better.” I smiled at her. “L-Let’s go.” I tried to reach for her hand but she walked inside the place. (Y/N), everything is going to be okay, I promise.

Nick was in the way of us getting together, so I had to do what I had to do. You’re happy when you’re with me, I’m only the one who can make you happy.

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Poison Was The Cure | Chapter 4 | Dave Mustaine x Reader

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A couple of days later, at Flavors of Fire, (Y/N) was sitting at one of the tables, waiting for her food. As the door opens, a soft chime goes off. The person who stepped into the restaurant was Diana. “I’ll take a burger with extra tomato and pickles, please,” Diana told Marty. Marty gave Diana her ticket and she sat down at one of the tables. As she looked around, she saw (Y/N).

“You must be (Y/N),” Diana said. Once (Y/N) heard her voice, she looked at her. (Y/N) looked around to see if Diana was talking to her or not.

“Yeah, I am. How do you know me?” (Y/N) was confused. Diana got off from her table and walked to (Y/N).

“Dave talks about you a lot,” Diana answered her question as she hunched over, resting her elbow on the table, “Yeah, we’re best friends.” (Y/N) rubbed her cheek with her hand, and sighed.

“Oh, I see,” Diana said coldly, crossing her arms. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at her response. Marty yelled out her food number before she could say anything to Diana.

“Thanks, Marty.” (Y/N) smiled and grabbed her bag of food. “I gotta go. See you later.” (Y/N) ran out of the restaurant, leaving Diana alone.

“Bye,” Diana said nonchalantly. (Y/N) was happy that she met Diana but Diana wasn’t. Her whole day was ruined because of her. She didn’t like that Dave liked (Y/N) more than she did.

At the library, Junior was finishing restocking the last books before he sat down at one of the tables. (Y/N) came barging into the library, pushing a lot of stuff out of her way while looking for Junior. As soon (Y/N) was in close range of Junior, (Y/N) stopped dead in her tracks. Junior turned his head and looked at her in confusion

“I’m sorry I’m late, Junior!” (Y/N) apologized, holding onto her food bag.

“It's fine,” Junior said calmly. There was silence between them.

“Um… you’re still working?” (Y/N) asked and set her bag on Junior's table.

“No, I’m on break.” Junior chuckled.

“Well, we can share my food if you want.” (Y/N) smiled and sat next to Junior.

“Thanks.” Junior thanked (Y/N) and grabbed the bag, opening it. “I haven’t eaten anything all day.” He took a look inside the bag. There were garlic parmesan fries with ketchup on the side. Junior began eating the food and making smacking noises.

(Y/N) cleared her throat. “So, how was your day?” (Y/N) asked.

Time went by… Junior and (Y/N) were talking to each other for about 15 minutes. They talked about how their days went and their interests. “Well, I’m about to be off my break.” Junior got up from his seat and pushed his chair in.

“Damn.” (Y/N) sigh in frustration. She wanted his break to last a little longer but everyone had stuff to do.

(Y/N) got up from her seat. “I will see you later.” (Y/N) smiled. Junior stepped closer and put his hand on (Y/N)’s cheek. “You’re really pretty, you know that?” Junior gave her a seductive look. They both stared into each other’s eyes for a bit. (Y/N) tried to back up away from Junior.

“You’re a little too close.” (Y/N) said nervously, moving her hands. It was obvious that she was uncomfortable but Junior didn’t care. (Y/N) eyes widen in shock when Junior kisses her on the lips, feeling uncomfortable and quite irritated.

(Y/N) pushed him off of her and clenched her fists. She was staring at Junior, who was dumbfounded, with an nasty look in her eye

“Hey! What the hell?!” (Y/N) shouted at Junior. This was a bad time to yell in a quiet like a library and now everyone was staring at them, listening to their drama.

“Sorry if you taste the garlic on my lips–” Junior was cut off by (Y/N).

“Junior, you’re an asshole man.” After Junior kissed her, (Y/N) clenched her purse and stormed out in anger.

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Wow, its been 4 months since I last made a chapter of Poison Was The Cure, the Yandere! Dave Mustaine x Reader story. I'm working on it, I hope to get it out before December or before Thanksgiving at the earliest.

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Call me Purify or Puri. I obviously post my fanfictions on here and on A03.

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Fandoms I write for: Metallica, (Lars and James only) Guns N Roses (Slash, Duff, and Izzy only), and Megadeth (Dave Mustaine and Nick Menza only),

Here's what I write: Smut, first time, x reader, (mainly female Y/N, and gender neutral Y/N) pregnancy fics, angst/dark fic, angst and fluff, and wholesome/fluff, hurt/comfort and Yandere

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I haven't forgot about that multiple chapter Dave Mustaine x Reader and my other mutiple chapter stories. I will start working on the Dave Mustaine x Reader story as soon as I finish this short Lars Ulrich x Reader story which will come out tonight, I hope. And I think after that, I will work on both Chapter 4 of Before He Cheats and Chapter 2 of Blood Is On My Hands, Yandere! Izzy x Reader

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Important accononcement, I cancelled the Poison Was The Cure, Yandere! Dave Mustaine x Reader fanfiction. I just don't want to work on the fanfiction anymore. I'm making Dave Mustaine x Reader fanfictions obviously, just not mutiple chapter ones anymore.