#‘yeah neil literally saved my life i was bleeding out on the side walk and he performed an impromptu emergency surgery on my liver’

[mickmarstookmyheart]

Life's a Sick Joke pt 7

Pairing: Mick Mars x Reader  

Would like to start from the beginning? Great! Here is Part 1!                                

Sidenote: As this story is under construction, I would like to warn you that those chapters which don’t have a proper title are written in the main caharcter’s POV!! Be aware!!! Be awaaare! I hope you will enjoy this storyas I did writing it, have a nice day and feel free to leave marks!                                  

7. “He is my brother.”

"Mass shooting at concert. On the cover: photographer who is rumored to be with guitarist Mick Mars, jump in front of singer, Vince Neil from the famous metal band, Mötley Crüe. There was a mass shooting..." You read it out loudly from the newspaper. "So what?"

"I understood that you saved Vince because I would've done the same...but you could've called me!" He ranted taking the newspaper from your hand.

"See, Mick? Everyone understands me except you." He just rolled his eyes.

"By the way, why didn't YOU called me?" Dylan turned to Mick. "If she was blacked out, you could've told me. I thought you are a grown-up. I trusted you to take care of her." Dylan was so furious, you haven't seen him like this for a very long time. He stepped closer to Mick who glared at Dylan. "I trusted you, man." Mick looked ashamed.

"I'm sorry. I... I just..." Mick started to apologize but Dylan cut him off.

"Don't apologize. It doesn't matter, now." He huffed and his face was crimson red. You put your hand on his shoulder to calm him down but he drifted away.

"Don't dare to touch me, right now."

"Dylan..." His hand swang so quickly you didn't even have the time to blink. His fist landed on the wall just beside Mick's head. He was just as shocked as Tommy and you. "Dylan, stop!" You walked closer to him and pushed him away from Mick. You stood between the two of them. You placed your hands on his chest but he pushed you away again and made you fell over. If Tommy wouldn't have been there you would land on the ground. He held your arms strongly and smiled at you.

"Hey there." How can he be this fucking tall?

"Thanks, Lee."

"Are you out of your MIND? You could've hurt her. It's okay if you hit me, but don't dare to hurt her like that again." Mick rushed to you and cupped your face with his hands. He brushed his thumb over your cheeks and pressed a kiss on your forehead. "Are you okay?" He whispered.

"Yeah, and you?"

"Don't worry about me." You glanced at Dylan who had his hand on his mouth and his eyes were wide.

"(Y/N), I'm so sorry." He glared at his hands. "I don't know why I did that. I'm so sorry." He lowered his head, put his hands in his pockets, and ran away.

                               ∆

"Anyway, do we know anything about the shooter?" You were laying on the couch with Mick, whom with you discussed everything, he also apologized for his behavior after Dylan's burst out.

"No, but I think everyone knows who was it. At least from which religion." Mick muttered with anger. He pulled you closer to him and placed a kiss on your forehead. It was his new habit. Not that you were complaining. He was sure the new album was the reason for the attack.

"Can I ask something?" Vinnie asked from the bed you were supposed to lay on. He was laying there and was staring at the ceiling. "Back at the auditorium, you said that you had been through worse. What did you mean by that? I mean, what worse could happen to you?" You sighed and instantly regretted saying that. Mick also glanced at you and Tommy and Nikki paid all their attention, too. You slowly sat up and ran your fingers through your hair.

"Do I need to tell you? Cause it's not my favorite topic." Thank Satan Mick realized that you don't like to talk about past stuff so he kinda let it go. He accepted as your present self and didn't care about your past. But now that you have a "new" friend who is curious as fuck, he will constantly piss you off with the smallest things.

"Yeah. We want to hear it." Tommy yelled and you felt Mick's hand on your back and was playing with the end of your hair.

"Goddamn, okay. So as I have already told or not told you I didn't have the most beautiful childhood. Just like you, Nikki." He glanced at you and gave a sad smile. "Our parents honestly didn't give a fuck about our wellbeing, or anything. When sometimes they realized about our existence they either hit us or yelled at even if we didn't do anything wrong. There was a night when Dylan and I looked after our sister...I was about 10 years old I guess, and Dylan was a bit older than me. Our parents slept at that time of the day. We managed to wake up Izzy and she woke up our parents, too. They were furious as hell and my dad even hit Dylan, even if he aimed me... Later my dad grabbed his knife and cut me with it." You sighed. That dream just brought up some memories you wished you could forget.

"What the hell?" Vinnie yelled. "Where are they? I wanna meet them."

"Let me finish it. The funny part just comes, I promise." You chuckled. "So, later, in the hospital I and Dylan had to lie that I fell over with a knife in my hands. They didn't believe it due they saw Dylan's bruise but both of my parents were joking about how clumsy I was." You lowered your head and played with the side of the blanket. They didn't say a word. They were both looking at you with open mouths. "Hey, but they are not part of my life anymore and I'm here and alive! And now I have a real family. You guys."

"Ohh we love you, too, Cooper." Tommy approached you and helped you stand up. He hugged you so tightly you were afraid your patch would bleed again. But fuck it. It was your moment and nothing or no one could ruin that. All the boys gathered and hugged.

"Okay, now it's enough." Mick spoke up and you burst into laughter. You turned to him and kissed his lips. He kissed you back more passionately than you expected. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know. If I would've known..."

"Shhh. Don't worry." You kissed him one last time.

"Yuck. It's disgusting. Get a room, guys." Vince whined and you couldn't help but smile into the kiss.

"I think he is right." Mick whispered so quietly that only you could hear it.

"Hmm. Agreed." You smirked.

"We can hear you guys, you know." Nikki spoke up and crossed his arms.

                                  ∆

"Is this Mrs. Mars?" The famous lady whom everybody talks about?" Izzy giggled on the phone.

"You are not funny. So, I'm not calling you just for small talk. Do you know anything about Dylan?" You got in the middle.

"Nah...why would I know? Why I supposed to know?" She giggled nervously.

"Don't lie to me, little miss. You know something."

"I don't."

"You do. Literally, I raised you so I know exactly when you are lying, even if I'm not present. So what is it? It's about his job or what?" Dylan's behavior scared the shit out of you. He never hurt you or was angry at you. Like, this angry.

“Err. Dylan will kill me if I tell you."

"Me, too if you won't tell me. Oh for the fuck's sake I will convince him that I forced you." You snapped walking around as the wire let you.

"Sooo... Dylan has been acting strange lately. And on the weekends when I'm at home he is out..quite often. And when I asked him where is he going he just sent me to hell and left the house."

"So he is going to parties?" You raised one of your eyebrows.

"Who are you talking to?" Mick asked who found you after you worried yourself sick about Dylan and searched for a phone to call your sis if she knows anything important.

"Just Izzy." He hugged you from the back and placed a kiss on your shoulder.

"Oh Hey, Mick!" She greeted the guitarist.

"Hello." Mick greeted back.

"So back to the story, please."

“Well, one night I asked my friend to spy a little bit. We followed him to a bar, where he just sat down and drank."

"So that's the big story?"

"No. He drank so much I have never seen anyone drink this much. He was completely unaware of his actions. He almost got into a fight, too." You bit down your lip and started walking again to calm yourself down. You felt Mick's eyes following each of your steps.

"Hmm. And then what happened?" You started playing with the wire of the phone.

"I told my friend to go home and I will handle him. When I approached him he shouted at me and was angry as hell. Although he told me to leave him alone I helped him walk home. We sat down and I forced him to tell me what the fuck is going on with him."

"And?" You were on the edge of crying. You leaned on the wall and shut your eyes. You squeezed your forehead with your fingers.

"I don't know even if I have to tell you this. Or how to say it." Isabelle was insecure about it. She knew that you would freak out, but maybe it was Dylan's only chance to get back to normal.

"Oh come on. If you started then finish it." You yelled on the phone.

"He has problems. Anger problems. Like our dad used to have. And he is coping with it with drinking. After he told me he started crying and shaking. I had no idea this thing could be inherited." Your chest was heavy and tears ran down your cheeks. Mick just looked sorry and he gave you an encouraging smile, not knowing the situation.

"It seems it can." You muttered.

"And he told me that he went out so often because he didn't want to hurt me. He pisses off of the smallest things, well at least that's what he told me. And we both know I can be pretty annoying. Anyway, what made you call me?"

"Because Dylan was here. And he was so outraged. He almost hit poor Mick." He took your hands into his and placed a kiss on it.

"Did he hurt you?" She asked.

"No. Well, he pushed me a little but Tommy caught me. Nothing serious. You know we always did that."

"Yeah, I can remember. You two beat each other like professionals." You smiled from the thought of it.

"Do you have any idea where he can be?"

"Well, there is one place you can find him, now."

                                 ∆

"No way you are going there alone!"

After you hang up with Izzy you told Mick the whole story. He eagerly listened to you patiently while you tried your best not to cry. "You are not even allowed to leave the hospital yet!"

"I will talk to Dr. Prince Charming and finally ask him when can I go. I think they have already done so many tests that I don't have much blood remaining and I feel good, too so it doesn't have any sense to stay here more. And I'm already fed up with this place. I wanna go home...well at least away from here, from these people." You complain Mick the whole thing under one breath. He just rolled his eyes but you hoped he now got it.

"So after you are free to go you really think you can find him?" He asked not believing you.

"Yeah."

"Then I'm coming with you. I won't let you there alone."

"He is my brother. He won't hurt me."

"Hmm. Really? Then he was just joking around yesterday?" He crossed his arms.

"You can be a pain in the ass sometimes, you know that right?" You murmured.

"I know, babe. And that's exactly why you love me." He put his fingers under your chin and kissed you. "Dr. Prince Charming, huh?" He asked a few minutes later.

"Yes. But I'm more like a Dark Knight person." You smiled at him and wiped away his hair from his face and kissed him back.

∆

You were walking down the avenue along with all the boys since they wanted to go to a bar and neither of them wanted to leave you alone with Dylan. You told him you don't need them there because it's family business but they insisted.

"Then please behave, okay? And don't hurt him!" You scolded them but they just laughed.

"Okay, mom." Tommy saluted and looked at you with puppy eyes. Mick let go of your hands while you punched Tommy in the shoulder. While you were beating him, Mick walked farther and stopped in front of a pub. He looked at you and lowered his head.

"What? Oh no." You looked through the glass and then you saw him. Dylan was sitting at the bar and he had a big bottle of Jack Daniel's with him. Half of it already missed and he was pouring more for himself. He looked miserable and he supported his head with his hand. When you wanted to enter, Mick grabbed your hand. "Hmm?"

"Are you sure you want to talk to him...in his condition?" He looked deep in your eyes.

"I'm completely sure." You glared at him, escaping from his grip.

"Then ladies first." He opened the door and put his hand on your back to support, both physically cause your wound still hurt like hell and also emotionally. When you approached him you hesitated. You gave Mick a final look and cleared your throat. You didn't want to scold him why he hadn't told you, just help him handle this situation.

"Khm. Dylan?"

"What do you want?" Well, you were disappointed by this answer, but not surprised. He was devastated.

"Can we talk? Please." You tried to smile but he didn't even look up from his glass. "Dylan, come on. Don't be childish!" You poked his shoulder playfully.

"Me, childish? You are the one talking?" He huffed and pure more whiskey in his glass.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked crossing your arms. You started to get a bit annoyed. Mick pulled you closer to him. Nikki, Tommy, and Vince found a table in the back of the pub but they were all watching the scene.

"What? You tell me." He took a sip from his drink, but as soon as he put it down you took it and the bottle, too.

"Dylan Cooper, at least listen to me while I'm talking to you. And we will talk about whether you like it or not! So you don't have anything to say to me? Why you are drinking like it's the most obvious thing early in the morning?"

"Give it back." He needed the drink. He didn't want to hurt you and it was the only thing that was able to hold him back.

"Answer. Then I will give it back."

"I said GIVE IT BACK!" He shouted and stood up from the chair. His face was inches away and you felt Mick's grip tightening on your hand. The boys were approaching you.

"NO. And don't make a scene. Everybody is watching us."

"I don't give a FUCK if everybody's watching. I give them a show like your new boy does." He turned around and pointed at Mick.

"Leave him out of this! Let's go outside! Please." Finally, you made him come with you and were outside now. The others came along, too looking serious. If it wasn't this situation they might look funny. But this wasn't the time for that.

"So?"

"What do you want to hear? That I'm sorry and I won't do it next time?"

"What are you talking about?"

"That I hurt you. And your new pets come with you to save you from me. From your OWN brother who defended you from your parents and gave you the home you can live in and everything. I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING!" As he let out his anger he started to cry.

"I don't give a damn if you hit me. And don't insult them. I told them to stay at the hotel but they came nevertheless. Please, Dylan, tell me what is going on with you! Let me help you. Please."

"Why are you treating me if I were a little child or a drug addict, huh? Do you treat them like this, too?" He gestured towards the boys.

"We are here and hear everything, you know." Nikki spoke up.

"Yeah man, don't talk about us like this. We have feelings, dude." Tommy added.

"Whatever. So let's make things clear, (Y/N). I don't have any problem and I don't need help. I'm an adult man who does whatever he wants. And if you can't accept it then leave me the hell alone! I don't want to see you or hear from you! Go around and kill yourself if this makes you happy. I don't care." He took a deep breath and walked away.

You heard a sound.

It was your heart. into a million pieces.

Next chapter

Tags: @cmft-jr-winchester @leatherandheels​

Tbh that's not why I originally planned. But that happens when the characters come alive and do whatever the hell they want to do.

[cowpants147]

What the fuck happened to you?

Aaron was having a good day so far. He’d gotten some alone time with Kaitlyn that morning in between their shifts, the guy at the coffee cart had gotten his order right for once and also he was finally allowed to start seeing and treating patients. 

He was a resident now at a hospital in Chicago and the closest he’d come to actually practising medicine as of late was rectal exams and removing overgrown warts. He couldn't wait to get in on an actual surgery or stitch someone up at least. 

Today Aaron was in the ER, where all the good cases came in. He’d barely been there a minute when he was being called to Treatment Room 2 where apparently there was a patient waiting for him. 

He slung back the curtain and froze when he saw who was sat there one the bed covered in blood.  “What the fuck happened to you?”

“Dr Minyard!” a voice gasped from the corner of the room and Aaron bit his tongue to stop from swearing because of course the trauma attending was standing right there and had witnessed his less than professional greeting. 

“Yeah Dr Minyard, that’s no way to treat an injured patient” the smug voice of Neil Josten mocked playfully from where he sat crouched over. 

Aaron chose to ignore him, at least for a second. “Dr Lee ...“ he said not knowing what else to say. God he was going to murder Josten. 

“That is no way to treat a patient!”

“It’s fine, doctor” Neil spoke up “I know him”. 

“I’m afraid that's no excuse. I do apologise Mr Josten. I can ask for a different resident if you’d prefer”. 

Neil shook his head and Aaron didn't miss the wince “actually I’d prefer if Aaron stayed as my doctor”

“He’s a first year resident, we don't want his carelessness messing up your career. My daughter would be seriously pissed if the Panthers don't win the championships because of one of my doctors”. 

“Thanks Dr, but Aarons been stitching me up since college, I trust him” 

Well that was new. Neil trusted him? 

Dr Lee bit his tongue but nodded and went back over to the corner to keep and eye on things. Aaron approached the man he was sure was the bane of his life. Aaron took in Neil's injuries. Blood was coming from his stomach, he had a cut along his head and a nose that was starting to swell, an eye starting to blacken and he was holding his arm out at a funny angle. 

Brilliant. 

“What happened?” Aaron asked again, cutting open Neil's t-shirt wanting to stop the bleeding first. He didn't even blink when he saw Neil's scars, still horrifying as the first time he’d seen them. If he bled out Andrew would no doubt kill him. 

“I was stabbed” Neil shrugged, totally casual, “and then I got hit by a car”

“Jesus Christ Josten!” 

“It’s not as bad as it looks” 

Aaron switched to German then, fed up of the looks he was getting from his superior, “you fucking idiot, Andrew is going to kill you”

“You cant tell Andrew” Neil argued, also switching to German

“Yeah not gonna happen“

“You’ll just worry him and he has a game tonight” 

“He has a right to know you‘re trying to turn him into a widow” Aaron told him. 

Neil looked up confused “how did you know me and Andr-”

Aaron scoffed while applying pressure to the wound, the blood was slowly stopping “its obvious to anyone with half a brain cell”.

“Do the others-?” 

“Probably not, I said anyone with half a brain cell and they barely have that between the lot of them”. 

Neil hummed in reply. They stayed silent as Andrew stitched up his side, the only sound between them was Neil's occasional sharp intakes of breath.

“I’m sending you up for X-Rays” Aaron informed Neil once his torso and head wound were stitched up.

“I don't need X-Rays I’m fi-”

“Fine? Yeah course you are. Of course you’re fine after being stabbed and then hit by a car. I mean how does that even happen you complete idiot!”

“You’re mad” Neil observed. 

“I’m not mad” Aaron said but at Neil's disbelieving look he admitted that yes he was infact mad. “Not because I care about you but because I care about Andrew and what would happen to him if you go and get yourself killed which is why you’re going for X-Rays”. 

Thankfully Neil saved him from arguing and he attempted to stand. And by attempted he stood, putting weight on both feet before crumpling back against the bed. Neil met Aaron eyes “I think I may have sprained my ankle when I got hit by that car”. 

Aaron gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes before finding a wheel chair. 

“Where is he?” an all too familiar voice asked from behind. 

Aaron turned to see his twin brother standing there behind him looking to anyone else calm and collected but Aaron saw the worry hidden on his face. 

“You got here fast” Aaron remarked, he’d rung two hours ago to tell Andrew he’d gone to work to find a bleeding and bruised Neil waiting for him there. He’d been at an away game with his team a couple of hours away. 

Andrew shrugged, hands in pockets “speed limits are for wimps. Where is he?” 

“Should be coming down any minute now. I had to put his arm in a sling and sort out his sprained ankle and then he went up for X-Rays and other brain tests too to make sure he hadn't done anything that would cause complications later on”

Andrew nodded not saying anything but Aaron saw his shoulders relax just slightly. 

“Come on I’ll take you too him”. 

The walk to Neil's room was silent but not tense or awkward like it might have been once upon a time. They headed inside to find Neil hopping around his room. 

“Neil” Andrew said causing the red head to hop around on his one good foot to face them. 

“Andrew!” he grinned before turning to look at Aaron “I thought we’d agreed not to call him”. 

“I agreed to nothing“

“And why shouldn't I know?” Andrew asked going over to guide Neil back to the bed, he was so gentle with Neil compared to literally anybody else and it was always an odd sight for Aaron. 

“You have a game tonight, and it’s not like I’m dead, there’s nothing wrong with me, I didn't even need those X-Rays” this last point was directed towards Aaron and was basically a subtle way of saying ‘told you so’.

“Junkie. I’m not playing the game tonight”

“What no you cant-” Neil started but was silenced by Andrews stare. 

“Well you’re free to leave as soon as you fill out the papers” Aaron said and then hesitantly asked “where are you guys staying tonight? You cant travel till tomorrow, you need at least one night of rest Neil”  

Andrew didn't reply but Neil did “My team head home today and I’m already checked out of my hotel room” he shrugged “I’m sure we‘ll find some place”. 

“You can stay at mine” Aaron found himself saying “I mean, beats shelling out for an over priced hotel room or staying at a dingy motel where knowing your luck you’ll end up infected and I’ll no doubt have to save your life.”  

“We can afford a hotel” Neil argued. 

“Don't I know it, you guys earn more by throwing a ball around and breaking peoples noses then I do saving peoples lives” Aaron sighed “At least if you’re under the same roof I can check you don't have a concussion or something”.

Aaron was expecting Andrew to say something along the lines of “I can do that” although Andrews version would no doubt be more rude. Instead Andrew collected up Neil's belongings and pushed his husband into the nearby wheelchair. He held out his palm to Aaron. 

“Keys idiot. Unless you want me to pick the lock on your front door”. Andrew explained at Aaron confused look. 

Aaron met them both back at Andrews car ten minutes later. Neil was already safely inside as Aaron handed over his keys and kindly asked for them to not wake Kaitlyn if they could help it. Andrew nodded then turned to climb into the car but he froze. Andrew turned back to his twin “I appreciate you not letting him die” he told Aaron before climbing in and speeding off. 

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