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mellowrat21 · 4 years ago

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Rough Changes.

AU where the bullying Sal recieves from Travis, his school crush, gets so hard to him, it almost kills him, so he decides to close some cycles and get the hell out of the situation. Cw: mention of self harm, bullying, graphic violence, strong vocabulary, polyamorous relationships, mild (really really mild) implied sex scene(?, heavily loaded with angst. Fandom: Sally Face Words: 4800 Hope you enjoy it!

The first time Sally went out around Nockfell he used to wear a beanie to hide his bright, long, electric blue hair and wore discrete clothes, but as the time went by and he started hanging out with Larry, Ash and Todd, his confidence slowly started going higher and higher until he started going to school with his signature hairstyle, some hairpins and his favorite clothes, he was a cis guy, and he was bisexual, but who cared, everyone who saw him thought he was a girl and probably a lesbian since he hung out with Ashley so much. And he didn’t give a flying fuck about it, he wouldn’t make an effort to change his voice to make it sound “more feminine” or go to the women’s restroom because he didn’t feel the need to, he was a guy, period. Some people didn’t seem to agree and thought he was a trans guy or something, which was terribly stupid and Sal and his friends would always mock the people that harassed him on the streets “you will never be a real woman, you tranny!” or “no matter how many chemicals are in your body, you will always be a girl!”, people never knew if he was a girl or a boy, and that amused him a lot. But then, when they got to the middle of 8th grade, a new kid was introduced to his class, he was a tall, brown boy with shiny blonde hair, he had what appeared to be a bruise on his left eye but Sal thought it was rude to stare, so he lowered his head, wondering if it was a bruise or a birthmark. The kid got to sit beside him, they didn’t talk at all, if not just the common “hi” from when a new kid gets introduced to the class and you’re the one sitting next to them. Dear diary: Today in class there was a new kid, he is cute, I wanna be his friend and maybe share drawings or stickers or even Pokémon cards, what if he collects them too? I could find the ones I don’t have and he could benefit from mine too. He’s my age, his name is Travis. I think he’s religious, so not cool, religion is boring, I always sleep in religion class. I’m gonna ask him if he wants to sit with me at lunch, he might be lonely since he’s a new boy at school, I wanna be his first friend, I could even introduce him to the group!

Alright, gotta sleep, Sal out.

The alarm clock was buzzing, letting Sal know it was time to get out of bed and ready for a heavy Tuesday of school, he hated Tuesdays, no band club, no art classes, nothing, just geometry, math and a lot of history, Spanish and English, oh, and religion too. He got up and went to take a quick shower, it was cold and he didn’t really like turning the heater on, it was too noisy for being 6:40 in the morning the time he showered for school. When he got out of the shower, he put on his underwear and with a towel around his hair he sat on the sink to take care of his reddish scars, that day they were way more tender than usual, it stung and even hurt in some places the q-tip touched with the lotion. He sighed, getting back down from the sink and finding a meowing Gizmo on his bed, who stretched as soon as he saw his owner, asking him to pet him and rub his belly. “Aw hi little guy! Did you get some good sleep?” Sally asked in a tiny voice, thoroughly shaking Gizmo’s big belly, he earned a purry meow from him, who got up and walked out of the room to get food. Sal let out a breathy giggle and started going through his closet, thinking what he should wear; he found a white skirt he thought was really cute, tried it on but found out it was way too short and it showed the scars on his thighs, he didn’t want any more visits to the school counselor for self-harm even though his scars were a combination of cuts made by him and scratches made by Gizmo. He decided to stop thinking so much and just grabbed a pair or ripped black skinny jeans with patches and chains Larry had gifted him for his 15th birthday and a pastel blue gloomy bear t-shirt to go with it, by the time he tied his usual blue converse he thought of grabbing a hoodie, so he grabbed a red zip-up hoodie and threw it on before he went to get some breakfast, some peach slices and Greek yogurt did the job and after a little bit of him styling his hair with his dryer and iron, he went to brush his teeth, he grabbed his bag after putting his prosthetic on and headed out. On the way he found Larry, with whom he went to the bus stop while chatting a little bit. “hey Lar, did you see the new kid?” Sal asked, eager to hear the answer, he was so interested in him, he was excited to know him. “uh yeah, that Travis boy? He’s chill, why? Larry said, munching on a chocolate chip cookie that might be his breakfast, he had his hair tied back in a messy bun which showed he didn’t shower, and those bruise-like bags under his eyes made clear he didn’t sleep either. “huh? What do you mean chill, did you talk to him?” Sal’s eyelids perked up, surprised by his friend talking about his interesting future new friend. “oh hell no, he’s religious, I would never get near a religious guy, they’re scary with all their crazy ‘god loves you’ shit” Larry shivered jokingly, earning an annoyed sigh from Sal, who playfully punched his friend’s shoulder. “he can’t be that bad bro, he’s 14, he probably just uses the cross necklace because his dad makes him.” Sal tried to shrug it off, then the bus came and they got on. While looking for a seat, Sal spotted a blonde head, and when he got closer, low and behold, it was Travis. He was talking to another blue haired kid that attended their school, but they suddenly locked eye contact and Sal smiled to him, only to remember he couldn’t see it, so he shakingly waved until Larry softly pushed him to sit behind Travis and the other boy that was there. “come on dude, you’re gonna fall if you stay there!” Larry tugged on his hoodie, which made him sigh and sit next to his friend, his face red as a cherry and the blush spreading to his ears. That was so embarrassing… “woah woah dude are you okay? Do you have like a fever or something? Your face is hot as fuck and your so re- AH DUDE NOT COOL!!” Larry said worried, getting elbowed on the stomach by his flustered friend who was literally shaking on his seat. “i-I am- I’m okay it’s j-ju-just I-… fuuuuck” Sal stammered out, not being able to form a sentence from how hard he was shaking, then he hear a gasp from the

seat in front of him. “what? Are you- are you a boy?” a flustered, weirded out Travis was looking at him, he looked disgusted and scared. “uh m-me? I- I… yes, I’m a boy…” Sal stuttered again, scared, the first words they exchanged and they were not at all the ones he expected. “what the- ugh, boys don’t wear skirts, you shouldn’t wear that kind of attires, it’s ungodly.” The disgust in Travis’ face was growing with every word and Sal was literally at the verge of tears from how scared he was, even though he had picked a gender neutral looking outfit he got a bad comment, from the boy he wanted to be friends with. Sal tried to talk but the words were stuck in his mouth, when a sudden movement startled him to the point he yelped. “yo, clothes don’t have gender. Go fuck with someone else smartass.” Larry had jerked up from his sit, completely angered and with a threatening stand. Travis got scared himself and he just turned around mumbling something under his breath. Sal was silently crying, little sobs slipped from under the mask his day didn’t start well at all and he had heard what the boy in front of him had mumbled.

He called him a faggot.

His day went on horribly, boring classes, all of them where he sat next to the boy who he had a little crush on, it was all wrong, all he wanted to do was go home and curl up in a ball to cry, and cry and cry. Before lunch started, he got up rather quickly, Travis used the opportunity to trip him and he fell over, he scratched both his knees and it wanted to make him cry again, and it did, he just ran to the restrooms and locked himself in a stall, hugging his legs and silently crying again, what a shit day, he just wanted it to end already. The urge was suddenly unbearable, he needed to get himself off of that situation, he reached to his hoodie pockets and pulled out a little envelope that contained a stainless steel blade he hadn’t used in a while. He then pulled his sleeves up and angrily started making multiple deep cuts in every dimension, that made him sob and gasp, and when he was done, he was just a mess of blood and tears, he reached for the toilet paper and luckily for him, there was, so he quickly put it on the wounds and made some pressure until the blood was almost gone, he pulled the sleeves back down and sighed, he wasn’t relieved, but he wasn’t around Travis so he was good for a while. Then he remembered his next class was religion, fuck no, he was going to the principle to ask him to call his dad, he needed to go home, he couldn’t resist any more time with Travis let alone it being in religion class, fucking religion class, that was the last thing he wanted to happen to him. After he decided he was calling his dad to go home, he got off the toilet and opened up the stall door slowly as to not find any “unwanted guests”. Once he double-checked and triple-checked he was able to get out of there an run to the principal’s office, only to blink and open his eyes back up at a hospital room, surrounded by Larry, Ashley, Todd, Todd’s boyfriend (he didn’t remember his name) and his dad, all looking both worried and relieved. “oh my god, he’s awake!” Ashley almost yelled, rushing to hold his friends hand. “huh…? Wha- what am I doing here?” Sal asked, looking around, noticing his arms were uncovered, showing his fresh cuts and the catheter where the liquids where flowing. “uh, you passed out and Larry found you completely splattered on the ground, your hoodie was soaked in blood so he told us and we rushed you to the hospital. It seemed like you lost a lot of blood, Sally, what’s wrong?” Todd talked, looking concerned. “Salvatore, please tell me you’re not going to start cutting yourself again, I already signed a document to refuse your admission to the mental hospital, I know you don’t wanna go back there and I don’t want you to go either, that place only drugs you and prevents you from everything…” Henry spoke, worry and sadness gushing out of his mouth while he talked. Tears started falling down Sal’s eyes, he was mortified, and now he was in the fucking hospital, he was sure this was a nightmare, he needed to wake up, he needed to fucking- “SAL, WAKE UP!!” Larry said, worried and scared, it had been a day since Sal got out of the hospital and he stopped going to school for a while, Larry was taking care of him every day after school to make sure he was eating and cleaning himself, he was worried his best friend would kill himself if he spent too many time alone and he wasn’t risking losing another loved one. Never again. Sal jerked awake, all startled by his friend’s yelling. “what do you want Larry…” annoyed by his sudden awakening, Sal rolls over on the bed and starts falling back asleep. “I brought you some pancakes and chocolate milk… I know you like them…” Larry sighed out, he was sad to see his best friend like that, he hated it, he fucking hated whatever was going on with him to make him that depressed. Sal sat up and started eating bit by bit, the bandages on his arms were getting loose and a bit gooey, so after Sal finished eating, Larry carried him piggyback to the bathroom to clean him up.

That was only the beginning of the worst four years of his life, days of never ending bullying, depressive episodes, fights, detentions, panic attacks and breakdowns.

Last break of their last year of school was nearing in, that was the last day of school before break and they’d be back for a month and a half more of school and everything would be over. Sal was excited because he was going on a field trip with the squad, not knowing those plans were going to be completely crushed by goody two-shoes blonde fuck Travis, who had woke up that last day of school and chose complete violence. That day was living hell for Sal, he never stopped mocking him and calling him names, but Sal just pretended to ignore him, until… “Hey freak, you faceless faggot motherfucker, did your mommy do your hair for you? It looks shitty! Oh wait, no she didn’t. why, you ask? OH YEAH, BECAUSE SHE’S DEAD, SHE MUST BE CRINGING AND CRYING IN HER GRAVE BECAUSE SHE’S ASHAMED OF YOU, ABOMINATION, UNGODLY MONSTER” Travis was following him around, tugging at his hair and pushing his head around, until Sal snapped. He didn’t say anything, just a hit, square in the nose, a loud crack and a scream followed, Sal just kept hitting and hitting until Larry had to physically drag him away, he was frozen, scared, absolutely terrified of himself, of what he did. Luckily it was finally break time and he got to dip out of there, he locked himself at home and ravaged the tree on his backyard, then when he was tired of it, he decided to go back inside and look at himself in the mirror, he then found himself staring down to a pair of scissors on his nightstand. His breath became shaky and anxious, he didn’t want to do it, he made him do it, it was all his fault, all his fault, he fucking did it. “LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID, TRAVIS FUCKING PHELPS!” he cried out, yelling and shaking after he looked at himself back in the mirror, his pretty blue long locks were completely gone, leaving him with a mess of hair, he didn’t want it anymore, he didn’t want to look like a girl, he didn’t want to be bullied anymore, he didn’t deserve it. “I am a man, I was born a man, I will die a man, and if I am a man I will fucking behave like one. Did you fucking hear me, Phelps!? IM GONNA BE WHAT YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO SEE, A FUCKING GUY, NOT THE UNGODLY FAGGOT YOU ALWAYS SAW ON ME!! ARE YOU HAPPY? ARE YOU GLAD?! FUCK YOU! YOU MADE ME LIKE THIS! ME! THE ONE WHO ALWAYS THOUGHT FONDLY OF YOU, THE ONE THAT THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST SCARED OF ME! The one who… the one… the one who fucking liked you…” Sally couldn’t speak anymore, he was shaking, sobbing and crying out loud on the bathroom floor, just to stare back up and find Larry and Ashley looking down at him, both crying, completely worried and scared of what they were looking at. Larry picked him up as he drifted away, passing out from all the crying. They let him sleep, he was sleeping soundly as the other two were slowly falling asleep by his sides. When he woke up he found them sleeping there, he woke them up too since he had an enormous headache and needed some assistance. “Lar… b-bring me some medicine please my head hurts like hell…” He went to grab onto his locks and all he found was a nest of tangled up short hair, he found himself scared but then remembered what happened before he went out and tears started gushing out of his eyes. “fuck, I really did it, I cut my fucking hair.” Sal unbelievably laughed, a melancholic laugh. Larry got up and Ash stayed there, hugging him softly. “don’t worry, blue, I’ll take you to a salon after you take your medicine and we’ll get that mess fixed, alright?” Ash held his hand, reassuringly squishing it softly. Sal nodded then looked up when he saw Larry pop out of the doorframe holding a pill and a glass of water which he gave him to drink. “So dude… after you get the haircut… do you wanna go get some food and maybe get high at the abandoned house down the hill? I know Ash is out of this because she has to babysit her brother but we can go if you want.” Larry asks rather shyly, trying not to give Sal any strong emotions. “I’ll take the food offer, but no weed for me today, this headache will get fucking worse if I even get near the stuff” Larry nodded, joining the hug

after Sal had swallowed the pill, closing his eyes at the pleasuring hug. After the pill kicked in and Sal was no longer in pain, the three young adults went to the hair salon to get Sal a haircut, then the other two sat back reading awfully boring magazines. Mid haircut, Sal asked the stylist to dye his hair black, he wanted to change himself completely, never look back at himself how he used to be. They finished washing his hair and he went to show his friends who looked completely dumbfounded by the new look, so dumbfounded Sal started to worry. “guys? What is it? Do-does it look bad? Do I change it or-“ he was cut off by a wave of NO’s from both of them, they were both in love with what they saw before them, they rushed to hug him and cradle him, Larry cried, because he loved him, he loved every single piece of his existence and now he looked so different, not happier, but completely different, he was proud of him, of his baby, not blue anymore.

The road trip never happened, but they stayed together at Sal’s house the whole break since Henry was away for a business trip that meant a lot of money coming to them afterwards. The three spent the break like a little family, they tried doing all sorts of things, like cooking, hiking, stargazing, burning all Sal’s “feminine” stuff as a symbolic sacrifice (even if Ashley wanted to keep the makeup and some stockings he had) and well, other kind of stuff between the three of them. The day they had go back to school went… not so badly. The squad had agreed not to talk to Sal a lot at school so people thought he was just absent or something, and it worked out until some person started to suspect. “hey, you, uh… Salvatore?” Travis approached the guy shyly, tapping his shoulder. “yeah?” Sal tried to lower his voice to confuse the oblivious blonde even more. “well I wanted to talk to you about something, in private, so… do you mind going with me to the school’s auditorium? I promise it’ll not take long.” Travis stepped a little further from him as to not scare him. “uh yeah sure, why not.” He nodded and followed behind, not too closely, while he texted his partners about it, he was shaking, scared and stressed about what might happen there. Porcelain doll: school auditorium, quick, heading there with Travis, apparently he wants to talk about something.

Ashey<3: oooo someone is getting confessed to!!!

Lar-Bear: be there in 3 minutes, dragging Ash with me if something happens.

Porcelain doll: nice, thanks babe.

Ashey<3: no worries boo ~

Lar-Bear: we love you, Torey.

Sal sighed in relief knowing his boyfriend and girlfriend were going to be around if something bad happened, so he ruffled his hair and jogged a bit, trying to keep up the pace. When they got there, Travis pushed the big doors to the entrance, the dim lighted room was scary enough with the theatre people in it, let alone it being completely empty, except for Ash and Larry who were hiding in the console room.

Travis cleared his throat, he was… nervous? Maybe Sal was imagining it, there’s no way that motherfucker was nervous.

“so… what did you wanna talk about?” Sal spit out rather venomously, stressed and annoyed by Travis’ presence.

“I promise it wouldn’t take long so it won’t. Salvatore Fisher, Sally Face, I wanted to tell you I’m absolutely sorry for what I did to you, all those years of suffering because of my fear of… of… uh… of…” Travis was struggling to take it out, he was disgusted by his own words though he knew he had to say it somehow. “of liking another man, of liking you, Sal… I was taking it all out on you and you didn’t deserve it, I’m working on myself, on becoming a better person for you, because I know how much damage I caused you on the outside, but on the inside, I know I left you a wound that is rotting and I will never know how deep it is.”

“Bro. You waited four years. Four fucking whole years to apologize for something you did to me every day nonstop, the words, the names, the hits, the hair pulling, all of that, and now you’re just telling me that you’re sorry? What do you expect? That I fall on your arms, begging you to hold me and forgiving you right away? Fuck no. Totally not. I will never forget what you did to me, and you know what? Fuck you. You’re the fucking faggot, you’re the one that deserves to get your shit rocked every single day of the rest of your fucking existence. You’re the sissy, little blondie piss baby, what’re you gonna do, huh? Cry out to daddy for him to save you? Only sissies cry, Travis, man the fuck up and piss your pants anywhere else but near me.” Sal gushed every word that came out of his mouth so naturally it was like he had rehearsed that speech a thousand times. He pushed him, making him trip over his feet and fall to the ground before he left, fuming, at the verge of tears, and before he closed the doors of the auditorium he yelled “FUCK YOU TRAVIS PHELPS, EVEN IF I STILL LOVED YOU, I WOULD NEVER TOUCH YOUR FILTHY FLESH IN MY MISERABLE LIFE, Y’KNOW!?” and with that said, he slammed the door behind him, actually hearing rushed footsteps from the other side. Todd and Larry were waiting for him outside but Sal ignored them, he was too busy wiping the tears off of his face as his legs gave in and let him sit on the floor, resting his back against a stack of lockers nearby. Travis barged out of the auditorium, tears desperately streaming down his face, yelling out for Sal. “SAL PLEASE FORGIVE ME, I LOVE YOU WITH MY LIFE AND IM SORRY I HURT YOU SO MUCH PLEASE JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE I PROMISE I’LL BE BETTER!!” Travis was full on begging, he needed him so bad but Todd and Larry stopped him, Larry had hit him square in the face while on the floor Todd kicked him on the side, completely angered to see how poor Sally was crying too, with Ashley by his side hugging him and comforting him, they would never let Travis get near Sal, ever again. Since the principal actually knew Sal and Travis situation, he didn’t end up expelling anyone and didn’t give them detention, Travis, Todd and Larry were given a warning and Ash was congratulated because of how good of a job she did comforting Sally while he was having his panic attack. Finally they got to go home and do their homework and onto the next day.

Finally, the school year, graduation and prom had been completely over, and Ash, Sal and Larry were moving out of Nockfell to live together in the city since Larry had gotten a job and Sal was planning to start university with Ash, they were both planning on enrolling in art school even though Sal wasn’t too excited about it since he wasn’t as good at art as Larry and Ashley were, but they both always reminded him that he doesn’t need to be good, he needs to be passionate. That way he would finally get better.

The news of the moving got to Travis, so, as a goodbye present, he left a letter and some candy for Sal in his letterbox, promising him and himself that they would never cross each other ever again. Sal thought it was a cute gesture, maybe in another life they would’ve been together, but in this one, they just peacefully drifted away after all the suffering they felt throughout the years. He went in to smoke some weed, he took the letter with him and read it out loud, he cried a little while, and after that he just burned the letter and went back into the empty house. Ash greeted him with a soft kiss on the lips and smiled. “The moving crew called, they’ll be here in ten minutes. Lar is upstairs saying his last goodbyes to the house.” Ash kissed his forehead and let him go with a playful spank on his butt, making both of them giggle. When Sal went up he found Larry crying, he softly approached him and sat beside him, hugging him tightly.

“hi doll, sorry you get to see me like this, I got nostalgic and I was thinking of how glad my mom would be to know that I found a job, that I have a beautiful loving relationship and that I’m moving out with them, with the beautiful people I love.” Larry sobbed onto Sally’s chest and he howled as soon as the words left Larry’s mouth.

“I’m sure little old Lisa is really fucking proud of you, of me and of Ashey, like, we’re both successful young adults and we’re taking off, we’re living our lives just like Lisa, my dad and Ashley’s wanted, so never doubt it, they’re all pretty proud of you, bear.” Sally reassured him with a big smile, Larry kissed him softly then pulled out with a huge smile.

“good god Torey, I love you so fucking much.” They ended up cuddling on the beanbag they didn’t pack, it was big enough to fit three people there, so they were comfortable, kissing and cuddling there. They started getting heated up and kissing more aggressively. Rough kissing and hickeys, until Ashley interrupted them.

“I knew I was hearing my little porcelain doll moaning, why am I not invited again?” They all laughed and pulled her onto the beanbag, but then again there was another interruption, the doorbell rang, the moving crew was there, they started loading the stuff to the moving truck and the other stuff inside Larry’s truck, then took off, they were leaving, finally leaving that damn town, the memories, the suffering, off to a new life, a better life where they had love to give and receive, wealth and success, so they weren’t sad. Obviously they were nostalgic, but never sad.

They finally got to the new house, it was big and pretty, the furniture looked perfect and the bedroom was cozy and welcoming. They were so tired that day, they just slept through the whole night and the next half of the day.

There their life started, their new life, where the worries were different and the old problems were nowhere to be seen, and they were happy, they were completely free. Free, loved and happy, just how they deserved.

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cruecifymesixx · 6 years ago

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Love and Leather /part thirty seven/

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A/N: did ya miss me?! cause i missed all of you! Haha enjoy! We got some good shit coming up!

Warnings: language, booze, drugs, implied smut

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October 1987

Nikki’s POV

I walked up the stairs to Vanity’s room after being welcomed in by Lucia and Tonya. I barged into her room, not bothering to knock, cause why the fuck would I?

I saw that she was sleep, I scoffed as the sun was just now setting. How the fuck could she be asleep already.

I crawled into her bed and got on top of her, “Van...wake up.” I said, kissing her lips and then her chest, “We have a party to go too.” I whispered into her skin as I saw her start to wake up.

“Nikki...get off of me.” She grumbled tiredly as I did what she said and laid next to her, “Congrats on the album release today.” She said, sitting back on her elbows as she looked at the alarm clock.

“I’ve been asleep for five hours.” She laughed, “Why are you here?” She asked, rubbing her eyes as she smiled at me.

“Thanks babe, you gotta get up and get dressed we’re having a party to celebrate the new album.” I explained as she gave me a weak smile.

“Can I skip this one? I’m tired Sixx, I can’t keep up tonight.” She questioned, as I shook my head.

“No. You’re gonna get out of bed and get dolled up. Then you’re gonna come with me, don’t pack a bag you have clothes at my place, that’s where the parties at.” I explained as she pushed the hair back and out of my face.

“C’mon babe. I gotta introduce you to the band that’s gonna be our opening act. They’re new, but they are good.” I added on, trying to convince her as I kissed her shoulder.

“Who is it?” She raised an eyebrow as she was curious.

“Guns N’ Roses.” I stated as she let out a gasp and then a huge grin broke out across her face, maybe she shouldn’t meet them if she’s already acting like this.

“Guns N’ Roses!?! Nikki! I am absolutely in love with their music! Why didn’t you tell me sooner!?” She squealed as she got out of bed and went to her closet.

“You never act this way with Motley...” I frowned as I watched her push hanger after hanger.

“Oh stop it, I do too.....but man they’ve had some really great songs on the radio. Paradise City? Welcome to the Jungle? Sweet Child o’ Mine? My Michelle? I haven’t heard a song of theirs I haven’t liked yet.” She continued to be dramatic as I rolled my eyes.

“So does Motley.” I said under my breath, “What was that?” She asked turning around to face me.

“Never Mind, What should I wear?” She said holding up a dark red leather skirt and a pair of black ripped up skinny jeans.

“Neither.” I blurted out as she cocked her head to the side and looked at me. I didn’t want her wearing something for all these guys to be drooling over.

“Are they nice guys?” She questioned as she pulled down her pants before putting the jeans on, “Yeah...sure.” I grumbled as I watched her get ready.

“Axl is an arrogant prick sometimes, Izzy is a good kid, Duff and I get along and go over new chords and riffs a lot. Steven always runs around with T-bo-“

“Is Slash fun?” She abruptly cut me off as she slipped on a tight grey tank top that made her tits pop out even more before pulling on a black leather jacket.

“Is he nice?” She asked about him again. I glared at her, “What’s that look for?” She seemed confused.

“Nothing. Are you ready to go?” I examined her outfit as she put on a pair of all black converse. She shook her head before walking to the bathroom.

“Why are you so curious about Slash?” I yelled for her, but she was quiet. So, I have to keep my eye on her and tell this guy to back off already.

“I’m not, I’ve just heard a lot about him.” She finally answered me, “He’s pretty hot.” She mumbled, walking back into the bedroom.

“And so are you, don’t worry. You’re hotter.” She laughed as she looked at me, but I didn’t find anything about what she was saying funny

“What have you heard?” I questioned, “Just what the groupies the guys bring backstage talk about. They seem to fuck everyone.” She giggled as she stood in front of me.

“Oh relax, Sixx. I’m just messing with you.” She expresses as she tousled my hair even more. I nodded as I looked up at her, “Ready?” I asked as she nodded.

We walked downstairs as she said bye to the girls, but she came to a halt at her doorstep.

“Oh no. I am not getting on that death trap. You must be blitzed out of your damn mind.” She retorted, moving her hair over her shoulder as she judged my motorcycle.

“Van, baby. It’s not a death trap, I mean it is but only if Tommy is driving.” I reassured her as I noticed her pouting.

“Why didn’t you drive the corvette? I love the corvette. There’s doors, and windows and safety.” She continued to complain as she wrapped her arms around her frame.

I rolled my eyes and let out a groan, “Just give it a try. C’mon, I’ve been dying to get you on the bike.”

She shook her head, “Vanity, you’re being a big baby. C’mon doll, just get on the motorcycle and we’ll be there before you know it.”

“Did you know roughly 5.1% of people involved in motorcycle accidents die? I don’t know how much that is, but that’s like a lot.” She breathed out, her voice becoming almost like the many valley girls I’ve had the pleasure of fucking. They were annoying though, I usually covered their mouth so I didn’t have to hear them.

I shook my head, pointing at the bike, “That’s not a lot babe, get the fuck on the bike. Jesus, out of all things to freak you out.”

She walked closer to the bike, “You’re not even gonna offer me a helmet?” She asked, as I was starting to grow frustrated with her. I stomped over and handed her the helmet I sometimes wear.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, “What now, Princess? Not your color or is it out of season?” I teased, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s not like I’m gonna wear it Nikki. It would totally mess up my hair.” She retorted, pushing the helmet back to me

I exhaled my frustrations, “Don’t get how you’re so concerned about safety and you won’t even wear the damn thing, but whatever.” I grumbled getting on top of the bike as I waited for her.

She groaned and climbed on top after me, “Just don’t dangle your feet and you’ll be fine.” I explained as she nodded and wrapped her arms around my waist.

“Just...just pay attention to the road..” She said into my ear as I started driving us back to my house.

“You’re not high are you!?” She yelled over the engine and traffic. I rolled my eyes as I let go of one of the handle bars and held her hand.

“No...not yet anyways, just shut up and enjoy the ride.” I snapped at her.

“Ugh, well then.” She said, and was quiet for the remaining fifteen minute drive.

*Nikki’s house*

“Y’know, I didn’t really mean it when I told you to shut up.” I explained as I helped her off the bike.

She looked up at me, letting out a huff, “You’re cute when I frustrate you.” She smirked, patting the side of my cheek.

“You’re cute when you shut the fuck up for once.” I bluntly said as she scoffed, “Well you’re cuter when you shut the fuck up too.” She was quick to respond.

“Do I need to take you upstairs to get rid of that attitude before the festivities begin?” I questioned, her lips parted like she was gonna say something but she was quick to stop herself.

“No.” She mumbled as she started walking to my front door.

I groaned as I watched her walk ahead of me, her ass looked fucking great in those jeans. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her inside, taking her up to my bedroom while throwing her over my shoulder despite her weak fighting and laughter.

*a few hours later*

“Doll! Come here!” I yelled over the loud music, motioning for her as she was talking to some girl.

Vanity approached me, taking eager steps as she saw the band sitting on the couch, “Vanity, meet Guns n’ Roses.” I said, wrapping an arm around her waist loosely.

“I’m sure you know who all of them are, since you’re such a big fan and all.” I teased as she shook her head, “Nice to meet all of you.” She smiled sweetly as I noticed the guys look at her like a fresh piece of meat.

“Does she come with the tour?” Slash stood up from the couch, pretty much fucking drooling over her. I pulled her closer to me, hoping that would give him the fucking signal to back off.

“Slash, or Saul. Whatever you want to call me is fine. It’s nice to meet you, Vanity.” He responded, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and sticking his hand out for her.

I noticed that playful smirk on her lips as she shook his hand, “Nice to meet you too..” She replied, taking a step away from me and a step closer to him. After a less than normal amount of time to shake someone’s hand, she finally let go.

“But you didn’t answer my question, do you come with the tour?” Slash asked, shoving his hands into his front pockets as he kept all of his attention on her.

“Of course, she’s on the Motley bus with me.” I pointed out, “Someone has to keep her from going wild.” I had received a glare from her and then an eye roll.

“Not with him, just in the same vicinity.” Vanity was quick to clarify, “Yeah, the vicinity of my bed.” I reminded her as I whispered into her ear. She nudged me in the side in return.

“Slash, i would love to hear you play sometime.” Vanity said, teasingly placing her hand on his arm. He took her hand and led her to the couch so she could sit with him. I sat down on the other couch across from them.

“Yeah, of course angel, whatever you want. You can come by my hotel room if you’d like.” He said, while putting an arm behind her head and resting it against the back of the couch.

“No, maybe at the show you can.” Vanity explained, glancing over at me as I gave her a wink. Good girl.

“Can I get you another drink?” Vanity asked him as she pointed to his half empty bottle of beer, “Or some blow? T-bone will help with that, I think.” She continued as I rolled my eyes and took a sip out of my glass.

“His legs aren’t broken, Van.” I butted in as she looked over at me. I was sick of their flirting already, “I’m just being nice to your guests, Nikki.” She snapped back at me.

“Yeah, my guests. Not yours. I can do it myself.” I barked back, “Hey, she’s just being a good girl and wanting to help.” Slash butted in as he put his hand on her thigh that was crossed over her leg. I’m about to break his god damn hand if he doesn’t get it off of her.

“Fine. You want a drink. I’ll be back.” I angrily stood up, giving her a warning look as I left.

*Vanity’s POV*

I watched Nikki stomp off, but a hand on my jaw broke my gaze as Slash forced me to look at him.

“Is Sixx your boyfriend or something?” He asked. I shook my head, “It’s...it’s complicated, but I’m single.” I replied, giving him a sweet smile as I noticed his eyes travel down my body.

“You like what you see?” I flirted with him, pushing his curly hair back and out of his face.

He licked his lips as he nodded, brushing his hand over mine, “So since you’re single, I’m guessing you wouldn’t be against going out on a date with me now would you?”

I laughed, pulling my hand away from his, “a date? You’re a rockstar, you don’t date.” I rolled my eyes, running my nails through my hair. Every rockstar I’ve met through Nikki were all the same. They never dated, if they did, they got married and then divorced shortly after. Meet, fuck, date, get married, get divorced it was the same cycle.

“Well, you don’t know me. I’m not as famous as the Crüe yet, so it would be a real date. We could do dinner, talk over some wine or champagne if you’d like. I’d be respectful and wouldn’t try to get into your pants...no matter how bad I wanted too.” He breathed out as I cocked my head to the side. I was impressed.

“Uh...okay. Sure, yeah. A date. Well when?” I asked him as he seemed to be pondering on the idea, “Before the tour starts? The last of normality.” I chuckled at his words.

“Yeah, once you go on tour with them it’s over. You’ll be drunk or high all the time, barely sober enough to play. Sleeping in until the next show, and everything else in between.” I explained to him as I felt his fingers play with my hair.

“And what about you?” He asked as I shrugged and looked at him, “Nikki had to practically carry me back to the hotel just about every night of that answers your question.”

He smirked, nodding as he spoke, “Well...if he’s too busy...I’d gladly help you to your room. Safely, of course.” I took a hesitant breath when he lowered his face closer to mine, my eyes darting to his full pink lips. I could tell he noticed by that confident smirk he was now wearing.

I looked around, seeing if I could find Nikki but he was no where in sight, “If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll take you up on that.”

Slash moved away from me when I saw a ringed hand passing him a beer, “Where’s mine?” I asked Nikki, noticing his eyes were low and he was having a problem trying to stand up straight. I also noticed that the sleeves that were rolled up to his elbows were now rolled down to the middle of his forearms.

“You’re not a guest. You know where everything is, you can get it yourself.” Nikki barked as he sat down in a chair next to Slash.

I bit down on my tongue as I glared at him, I didn’t want to start this in the middle of a party.

“I’ll be back.” I told Slash as he gave me a smile and I walked to go find a drink. And a T-bone.

*Nikki’s POV*

I watched Slash stare at her ass as she walked away from him, “Hey man, are you hitting that?” Axl asked, slapping my knee, “Cause if you aren’t, I am.” He added on, laughing before he passed a joint to Duff.

“I caught her interest before you even had the chance to say hello.” Slash joked to Axl as Duff handed him the joint.

Slash handed the joint to me after he took a hit, “Whatever you do-,” I paused as I took my hit and exhaled, “If you know what’s good for you, and your band. She’s off limits.” I warned Slash, but also looked at Axl. I had no worries about Axl, he would never be her type. Not even for a quickie. But I needed to get the fucking point across that she was mine.

Slash chuckled, smiling arrogantly as he took a sip of his beer, “She said she was single. I think that makes her fair game.”

I shook my head, “Yeah, that’s not how this fucking works. When she has your bands name tattooed on her as like she does mine, I’ll let you know when she’s fucking single.” I snapped at him, breaking the joint in half and throwing it into a half finished cup of booze.

“Sixx, man...I’m not trying to ruffle your feathers, but if she wasn’t single, I don’t think she would have said yes to going on a date with me.”

I glared at Vanity as she walked up with glossed over eyes and a red solo cup, more than likely filled up with vodka cranberry.

“What are you drinking angel?” Slash asked, pulling Vanity down to sit down next to him, as I saw him eye me when he put her legs on top of his.

“Vodka Cranberry.”

“Well, hope you enjoy yourself.” I said, smacking Vanitys’ leg off of his, “As for you-” I glared at her as she had a confused look on her face, “I brought you here to meet them, not to fucking date.” She immediately looked away from me and took a sip of her drink, “Its not a big deal, Nikki.” She said, still looking at everything but me.

“Yeah, man. Not a big deal.” Slash said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as he smirked at me and blew the cigarette smoke in my direction.

I took a long drink of whiskey, before speaking to her, “Not a big deal? It wouldn’t be a big deal if you didn’t have your lips wrapped around my cock just this afternoon before everyone got here.”

“Nikki...knock it off.” She said, slamming her cup down on the table, “Can’t help yourself, can you? Some new rockstar comes to town and you just have to try and get on their dick.”

“You’re being an asshole.” She said as Slash held her tighter, “And you’re being a slut. Please, you think this fucking guy can satisfy you like I can? You’re just lying to yourself.”

“Well I can sure as hell talk to her better than you clearly can.” Slash jumped to her defenses as she sat back with that pouty look she always gives me when she’s not getting her way.

“Slash just leave it. He’s mad because I’ll go on a date with you and not him. His feelings are just hurt.” She cackled, as the guys around her laughed too.

I felt my face go red, “Fuck you.” I said, fists balled at my side as I walked away from her.

“Nik...Nikki...” She was following after me. I walked up my stairs, seeing that she stopped at the bottom of them as I went to my room and slammed the door shut.

I quickly went into the closet and sat down on the Persian carpets that were inside. I grabbed a rig and a spoon and started melting the junk on it. How could she just fucking laugh at me like that? And then my peers laughing with her? I told her how I felt about her and she just wants to throw it in my face.

I heard my bedroom door close and then saw through the crack of the closet door that she had sat down against it, “Nikki, open the door.” I heard her voice as I shook my head and loaded the needle up.

“Go hang out with Slash, wouldn’t want you to hurt his feelings.” I stated as I rolled my sleeves back up and tied a band around my arm.

“Please nikki....I’m sorry. I’m just-I’ve had a lot of blow and a few drinks..” I rolled my eyes, and I’ve had double the amount you’ve had and three full syringes of heroin. Well, four now.

“I don’t give a fuck Vanity. You’re single. Go do whatever the fuck you want.”

She sighed as I heard her get up off the floor, and reach for the door handle. I kept my boot on the door so she couldn’t come in, “Don’t you dare fucking come in here.” My voice was muffled as I had part of the band in my mouth as I was in the midst of sticking the needle into my vein.

“Can you come back out at least? You can’t hide away in your room while you have a whole bunch of people here celebrating your band.” The door knob turned as she let go of it.

“I’ll come down when I’m ready, just go away.” I listened to her shoes against the wooden floor of my room, followed by the door closing behind her.

I sighed as I felt the rush go through my body, before I leaned my head back in pure bliss. I looked around the closet that was tinted with blue hues. I shook my head as I tried pulling myself up to my feet.

“Fuck...” I groaned, leaning into the mirror as I looked at myself. I wasn’t even getting high anymore, it was now just a fucking need to survive the day.

I opened the closet door, seeing that she didn’t even fucking leave, she had just left her shoes at the door and walked to my bed. She was lightly snoring as she laid on top of the covers.

I grabbed a shirt for her and threw it on the bed as I shook her leg, “Van, wake up...you can’t sleep in jeans or a jacket.”

She mumbled as she sat up and took off the jacket, followed by the shirt. She was full of laughter when she was trying to get dressed. I helped her stand up as she pulled down her jeans and tried kicking them off , but kept tripping over them.

“I’m sorry.” Her words were slurred as she sat down on the bed and watched me pull the pants from around her ankles.

“Just go to sleep. I don’t want to talk about it.” I pulled the blankets down and then covered her up.

“Kiss me so I know you’re not mad.” I rolled my eyes at her stupid comment, but I kissed her lips anyways, “I’m still mad though.” She groaned as she turned over to lay on her stomach, her bright pink thong was now exposed to me. I let my finger run across her tattoo.

I slapped her ass as she let out a moan, “keep it up Vanity, or I swear you won’t walk right for a week.” I muttered as I started walking to the door.

“Maybe that’s what I want.” I turned around to see that she was looking at me. The shirt had raised up and was exposing her naval ring and the other tattoo on her hip.

I smirked, “Trust me, doll. You don’t want that. Shut up and go to sleep.”

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timeaftertime-chriscornellfanfic · 5 years ago

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Chapter 14 - Korea Or Canada Or Maybe Taiwan

Seattle Washington, December 7 1989

(Andi is 19, Chris is 25)

ANDI: "...boiler room song? Chris what the - ?" I giggle as I stand in the doorway to the little water heater closet where Chris was tapping different spots with his drum sticks on the large water heater.

"It fuckin' sounds cool right?" Chris says excitedly looking back at me for a second, then continues on tapping various spots on the water heater again.

Xana and I had moved in with Chris and Andy about a year ago, since we practically spent every single second together. Aside from the few times that I had time slipped, the episodes seemed to have calmed down once more and I haven't had a slip since July. The last slip I had was when Chris gave me the jet black Gibson guitar and of course it was hard for me to believe that with his salary from working at Ray's Boathouse, that he could afford it. Needless to say that I did give him shit for it - well I sort of just told him not to do that again, and secretly loved how he did that for me.

Soundgarden has made a little headway with their first major label record, finally settling on signing with A&M records and releasing 'Louder Than Love' in September. They have a few gigs booked here in Seattle with 2 nights in Hollywood California at the Whiskey A Go-Go which is being recorded for a live video release, the record company's idea to help boost sales for Louder Than Love.

Soundgarden has also received a nomination for Best Metal Performance for Ultramega OK in the 1990 Grammy awards that are being held in this coming February. I think it's freaking amazing while Chris thinks it's just all about the record companies trying to capitalize on the so called 'Grunge movement' that has recently garnered attention here in Seattle, and that 'Ultramega Ok is not Metal at all, that they aren't even a Metal Band, but if the Grammys say they are then well...

I still think it's an honor and that he should be proud and he is... he just doesn't like the attention so much. Needless to say we aren't going to the ceremony since the Best Metal Performance category isn't even being televised and Chris is definitely not interested in going to the pre-show dinner and neither am I. That is definitely not our scene at all.

On a strange note, that I thought would never happen in a million years, Susan and I have actually become quite close as friends. There was a little hiccup in getting to know her for a while there, me being my usual apprehensive shy little self and somewhat feeling intimidated by Susan, but I really had nothing to worry about. It’s just business and that’s it.

"...shit I gotta get this on tape... babe, can you grab me that little recorder in my night stand drawer," Chris says stopping for just a moment and flipping his curls to look up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes full of excitement.

"Uh, yea," I say and turn to walk up the hallway to our bedroom.

It was a crazy miss mash of mine and Chris's guitars, posters plastered all over the walls of our favorite bands, my little shitty amp with the small little pre-amp that sits on top, his amps that he uses for Soundgarden shows, surrounding the room and one little corner that has all my 'girly stuff' that he calls it - which is just my makeup vanity and dresser. I quickly run over and open the nightstand drawer, pull out the little cassette recorder that I found for him in a thrift store downtown and then head back out of the bedroom, to see Chris tapping a tribal groove on the water heater and the walls surrounding it. As I click the record button, setting the recorder down by Chris as he continues, lost in the groove, the phone begins to ring. I then turn and head back down the hallway to the kitchen to pick up the phone, still hearing Chris from down the hall drumming away.

"Hello?"

"Hey sweetie... how are you?"

"Dad...?"

It had been just over 2 years since I heard from my father. The last time we spoke was when I had decided to move to Seattle for school and ever since then I had made a few attempts to call him, but he was always on the road and I could never catch him.

"...I just wanted to check in, see how my baby girl's doing," He says with a chuckle.

"Dad... daddy I'm uh, I'm doing great, really great. Oh my god I haven't..." I started to get emotional, my voice becoming a little shaky and I think he could tell.

"That's good sweetie... I'm actually in town, got a gig with the band. Our first west coast gig and so I thought I'd give you a call, see if you wanted to come out and see us," He says.

"Dad... I'd love to... when?" I ask, wiping away a tear. It was so good to hear his voice.

"It's tonight actually... I hope that's not too short of notice,"

"No, no daddy it's perfect," I giggle as Chris's tribal drumming sound bellows out from down the hallway.

"Alright... it's at The Mecca. We play at 9:00pm tonight, but um... you want to meet up earlier? Grab a bite or something? I'd love to catch up with my girl before the show, only if you want to of course," He says and I could hear a little nervousness from his end.

"Yea, yea dad that sounds great, um..." I trail off as Chris appears behind me who still has yet to put a shirt on, grabs a beer out of the fridge. He pops off the cap and takes a drink, glancing at me confused as I continue on the phone.

"... yea.. Chris... yea... yea... daddy... you sure...?"

Chris finishes his sip and raises his eyebrow at me as I look up at him while my father continues on the phone.

"...alright... bye daddy," I say and hang up.

"So... what was that all about?" Chris asks taking another sip of his beer.

"My uh... dad wants to meet up tonight. He's playing here in town and um... wants to meet up for food and to meet you before and wants me to see his band tonight and - " I begin explaining a little fast only because I was still so shocked that he called me.

"Andi... baby hey, slow down. What about tonight?" Chris asks setting his beer down on the counter, then flipping his curls out of his face to look at me.

"My dad wants to meet you tonight before his gig... or something," I say.

"Ok, where?"

"At The Mecca... he um... wants to get together before for some food and... to catch up I guess and meet you," I say still so nervous about the fact that my father wants to meet Chris.

"Ok baby, it's no big deal. I'll meet your dad. There's nothing to worry about," Chris chuckles. He places a kiss on my forehead and I touch my hand to his bare chest, then grabs his beer off the counter and heads back down the hallway. As I watch his beautiful tall frame, his curls swaying with his movements, I realize that I may just be over-reacting a little bit. He is the first boy - man that I've ever introduced to my father so I just hope it goes smoothly.

*****

The Mecca Bar and Grill, Seattle Washington

ANDI: It was later on that afternoon and Chris and I had arrived at the bar to meet up with my father for the first time. It's been so long since I have seen him, I wasn't sure if he would even look the same. I made sure I looked presentable enough in my skinny ripped jeans and my Doc Martens, my favorite Black Sabbath shirt and my leather jacket. Chris, looked especially good in his plain black T-shirt, baggy black shorts and Doc Martens like mine with his leather jacket and his dark curls down passed his shoulders, which were much tamer than usual. I'll never understand how he can wear shorts in the winter but he has always been on the warm side in terms of body temperature.

As Chris and I walk into The Mecca, Chris holding my hand with his fingers laced through, I suddenly see my father at the far side of the bar, sipping on a beer, chatting with a few of his bandmates as they set up for the night. He looks exactly the same. You would never guess he is 42 with his shaggy golden curls to his shoulders. He still seems so young with that same beard now so much fuller than before, but showing subtle hints of grey, and his tall 6 foot 5 frame that makes him seem larger than life.

They always say girls tend to pick men just like their fathers.

John O'Riden glances my way and smiles as he sees me for the first time since I left home to make Seattle my new one. I wish I could explain the mix of emotions inside me right now. I feel just like that little girl who was always excited to see him, always attached to his hip refusing to ever let go.

"How's my girl?" He smiles in his deep voice that I missed so much.

"Hey daddy," I say quietly as I let go of Chris's hand, my father embracing me in a big hug. His cologne that he always wore since I was a little girl filling my nostrils. After a few minutes of our embrace I slowly let go and he glances at me with that fatherly smile.

"You get taller? I swear you're so much taller now," He says and I giggle.

"No dad, I'm still the same as I always was," I say and he laughs. After a few moments, he glances up and sees Chris and I feel awkward that I totally forgot he was with me.

"Oh um, dad... this is Chris... Chris Cornell and um - "

"John O'Riden," My dad cuts me off as he extends his hand for Chris to shake.

"Nice to meet you um sir," Chris says and I'm completely taken aback by how formal he was.

"Sir? Oh fuck, don't call me that, call me John. Chris Cornell... I've heard a lot about you. Soundgarden right?"

Chris gives me a quick glance and then back to my father.

"Uh yea..." Chris trails off for a moment as they still shake hands.

"You've got that '70s Sabbath thing going on mixed with that punk style... it's good. A lot better than that fucking hair metal crap anyways,"

"Dad..."I say giving him a look.

"Lets grab a table, you drink Whiskey Chris?" He asks as he takes the last sip of his beer.

"Yea," Chris replies and glances down at me and I raise my eyebrow at him. My father turns to the bartender and orders a few shots of whiskey to bring to the table that was near the bar. We then follow him over to the table and he and Chris seem to continue on their conversation while we wait for our drinks.

As I sit beside Chris, my father opposite of me, they carry on, practically leaving me out of it which is fine - it just makes me sip on my whiskey a little faster than normal. At first it almost seemed like my father was trying to interrogate Chris but then as Chris was able to come back with answers confidently, my father let up a little bit and began talking about all things music. As we eat, they talked about both of their bands and how my father was actually a bit of a fan of Chris, citing how incredible his voice was. After finishing our food, as soon as the waitress takes away our plates my father turned his focus onto me, asking me about everything that has happened since the last time we spoke, how my playing is coming along, how school is going, and how Chris and I met.

"... Mother Love Bone?" John chuckles taking a sip of his now third Whiskey shot.

"Yea dad... and we've been together ever since," I giggle as I feel Chris glance back and forth between us as he takes a sip of his Jack straight up.

"You um... you haven't told anyone about your...y'know... have you?" John says glancing down at his shot glass.

"Daddy it's ok... Chris knows. In fact all of my friends know now and they're ok with it," I explain as I feel Chris lace his fingers through mine under the table.

"You're still slipping then?"

"Yea, but it hasn't happened in a while. I'm ok daddy really..." I re-assure him.

"She used to scare the shit out of her mother y'know... disappearing and then popping up again somewhere or somewhen else," John says glancing at Chris as he twirls his shot glass in between his fingers. Chris gives him a half smile.

"Fuck how I just wish sometimes..."John starts looking down at the shot glass but then catches himself. I could see a little glimpse of regret of how he left that night. I don't blame him anymore. I never really did. I just hated the fact that my mother always started their fights and just never accepted who he really was. It broke my heart that he left but I knew he had to. She tried to change him so many times. 'Stop playing, stop touring and be with your family' she would say. It never made sense to me because that's what made her fall in love with him in the first place.

"Well this is not how I intended this to go before my gig let alone meeting up with you," John chuckles dabbing his eyes that have welled up with tears.

"It's ok dad..."I say and I reach across the table and he reaches out for my hand. He takes it in his, my hand completely engulfed and he looks at me with nothing but love.

"Chris... I like you. You remind me of myself about 20 years ago," He says with a chuckle. "I want you to take care of my little girl here. I can see just how much you love her and if you ever hurt her - "

"Dad," I say shooting him a look.

"Don't worry John, I won't. I promise," Chris says and glances at me.

"Yo, John! Soundcheck!" Someone calls from the stage area as some more people begin to come through the doors of The Mecca.

"I guess that's my cue... you two gonna hang and check out the band for a bit?" John asks as we all rise from the table, Chris tucking his chair back in.

"We'd love to," Chris smiles.

"Alright, well in case I don't see you after the show, it was great to meet you Chris," John says as he extends his hand to shake and Chris takes it.

"You too," Chris smiles and my father pats him on the shoulder.

"And you... " My father turns and gives me that silly smirk he always does, and I embrace him in the biggest hug, just like when I was little.

"I love you so much, baby girl. I'm so proud of you," He says low in my ear as he holds me tight.

"I love you too daddy," I say, my voice shaking a little and I didn't want him to let me go. After a few moments, he places a quick kiss on my forehead and then turns to head towards the backstage area to get ready.

"See...? I told you he would like me," Chris smiles at me as I glance up at him and shake my head giggling.

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A/N Hello lovelies! Alright, so I wanted to right a feel good fluffy part with Andi and her father so I hope you guys like it. I also picture Andi's father as Jason Lee when he played Jeff Bebe in the movie Almost Famous

#Time After Time #time travel #alternate universe #also on ao3 #also on wattpad #chris cornell #chris cornell fanfiction #soundgarden #soundgarden fanfiction #My Story #fantasy

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xmeetyoutherex · 6 years ago

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Dusty Records (c.h.) - Part One

Word count: 2.5K

Summary: Calum decides to go record shopping and in the end, he gets more than just a dusty record sitting on the shelves.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to write this. I was busy with finals and all that. This is only part one and I honestly don’t know if there will only be two parts or not, so we’ll see. As always let me know what you think and come talk to me about. If all goes as planned the second part will be up by next Friday. I also made a playlist for this fic so check my masterlist for the link and to read my other stuff. Thanks for reading! (oh and if I tagged you it was because you showed interest in me writing a fic after reading the headcannon, let me know if you don’t want to be tagged or if you do) oh and i didn’t really edit this sooooo sorry:)

Margaret was collecting records and CDs that had just came in that needed to be shelved. They were all newly released albums such as Billie Eilish, Khalid, and some other big artists that she had never took the time to listen to. She worked at an old record shop in the poorer part of the city, better known as the south side. It was a cozy store. She got to know some of the customers very well because they were never really crowded, and it was usually always just regulars. Occasionally someone new would wonder through the doors, but that was usually the only time she ever saw them.

When Maggie first started working there her friend used to joke with her that she wouldn’t make any money because she as soon as she got her paycheck she would go and spend on the record she had been eyeing all week. Margaret had an unhealthily huge record collection living in her apartment. She had started when she was only ten years old and her dad had decided to give her his. He had R.E.M, Led zeppelin, Elton John, and so many more. All comprising of different styles of music that caused Margaret in turn to have no exact genre she loved most. She would always tell people she preferred rock and alternative, but if someone caught a glimpse of her collection, they probably wouldn’t believe her.

But her broad love for music made her perfect for running a record store having been raised on the idea of “appreciating music for what it is and not by the category it falls under.” She was always able to spark a conversation with anyone who came in and help them find the perfect album for what they were looking for. Her broad love for music was also very annoying to her close friends because her playlists in the car can go from soft pop music to heavy metal screamo music. If Maggie is being honest with herself, she finds her taste in music disgustingly broad.

Currently there were only a couple people browsing the sections and none of them appeared to need any help. While she was getting the new records ready to be put out, she was talking to her coworker who was also one of her closest friends. “I’m working every day this week, so no I can’t go on a double date with you.” Leah just scoffed at her.

“You’re just saying that because you already think he’s a dud.” Leah was currently sitting on the stool behind the register looking over at Maggie work.

Maggie could only laugh at her friends comment because it was partially true. She got off work at 6:00 pm, plenty of time to get ready and go on a date. “That may be true, but when are they not duds.” Maggie smirked downward at the records that still needed to be taken out of the boxes in front of her.

“Come on Mags,” Leah sighed, “life is not a cliché love song engraved on one of your records. You gotta go on the cringy dates to finally go on the noncringy dates.” Leah looked genuinely concerned for her friends love life. It was truly a tragic one. None of Maggie’s relationships lasted very long. The longest one she ever had was about four months. She honestly thought something was wrong with her. No one ever seemed to stay long, they all got bored and fast. She was ready to give up on love all together. Her friends used to get mad at her for how negative she was about love, but after she was cheated on for a second time, none them had it in them to argue with her anymore, well except Leah. She was only twenty- two and preparing herself to live a long lonely life. Like Leah said none of it is like the love songs engraved on one of her old dusty records, but she can help but think to herself that if it was love that she was supposed to feel shouldn’t be like one of those old dusty records.

Maggie looked Leah in the eyes and sighed. “I will go on all the cringy dates,” Leah began to smile at that, but Maggie cut her off by continuing with, “but I will choose the cringy person. Okay?”

Leah let out an annoyed huff, “fine,” and slouched back against the wall making sure the stool was close enough so she wouldn’t fall off. Maggie just smiled a small one as she looked back down at the record boxes and picked up the ones ready to be shelved.

……..

The boys had been on break for over a month and Calum had run out of things to do, to keep him occupied in his free time. Luke, Ash, and Michael were all spending their free time with there girlfriends and in Michael’s case his fiancé. Ashton had tried setting Calum up on a few blind dates, but for those to work Calum would have to show up to the date. So, as different way to pass the time Calum decided to ask Luke for ideas instead of Ashton. Luke proposed the idea of Calum going to record shop. Calum had never actually been to an actual record shop. He has bought ones online or gone to places like target to buy them, but never went to an actual record shop to hunt for the perfect record. But the issue was finding one. Luke’s girlfriend had sent him an address of one she used to go to all the time, but it was on the other side of town, the side of town he’s not too familiar with.

So, he set up his google maps on his phone and decided to take an hour trip across town. Calum decided to take Duke with him so the trip wasn’t as lonely. It would be a fun father son trip. Honestly Calum was excited to spend the day out with his dog.

……..

Before Calum got out of the car he put the windows down a little. It wasn’t very hot out, but he wanted to make sure Duke would be fine. He couldn’t be more than thirty minutes, but that was still long time for a dog to be in the car for that long.

“I promise I won’t be long,” Calum quickly pet duke’s head and closed his door and looked through the cracked window and continued with, “don’t get into to trouble, okay?” he then laughed a little to himself because people probably think he’s a little crazy talking to a dog.

Calum scanned the parking lot and noticed that there wasn’t that many cars. Only about four including his. Unless the staff of the store parks in the back, they must not get much business. He couldn’t help but wonder how a place like this can stay in business if no one is here, but then he reminds himself that most people are work eight to five jobs and it is ten in morning. so he makes his way to the doors and check to make sure they are open and the sign adorning the door tells him that they have been open since nine.

When he enters the door makes a little ding sound and when he looks up, he notices a bell attached to the top to alert the staff when someone enters the store. But when he looked around the store, he didn’t see anyone else. It could be because of the endless aisles and racks filled with CDs and records. It appeared endless. Calum began to roam the aisles, as he looked, he came across so many albums that he forgot even existed. Then he heard muffled talking form the next aisle.

Calum honestly forgot that there could possibly be other people in the store, considering there was basically no one in the parking lot and he hadn’t even seen a sales person asking him if he needed any help with anything. Ha decided to walk to the end of the row he was in and make his way into the row that he thought the talking was coming form. When he rounded the corner two people came into sight. One appeared to be a much older man, at least in his late sixties or early seventies, and the other was a young girl, not too young she looked about his age maybe a year or two younger, but that could be because she a sort of baby face to her. She was wearing skinny black ripped jeans, they were only ripped around the knee, and a black t-shirt that looked like a shirt one would buy from hot topic. She also had black vans on to match her black outfit. The thing that was drew Calum’s attention the most were the black bands tattooed around her upper arm and right below her elbow. It immediately reminded him of the same ones decorating Michael’s skin. Her hair was short just passing her shoulders and it had a slight purple tint to it indicating that she probably ha dyed it and the color was fading out.

Calum was pulled out of her thoughts by her voice speaking up again in response to the man standing in front of her. As she spoke Calum busied himself with looking at the records to his left. “If she’s starting a collection, I strongly recommend this album.” He looked up to see what album she was referring to and saw that it was Rumours by Fleetwood Mac, truly one of the best albums he had ever listened to himself. “You said she’s turning sixteen, right?”

The older man nodded his head, “Yeah, her mother told me she wanted to start a vinyl collection cause apparently it’s the cool thing these days.”

The girl let out a slight laugh but tried to stifle it so she could talk. “Well then if she’s doing it to be cool this is a great option. It an old album so it will get her a lot of points on the grunge front and if she ever decided to give it a spin on the player, she will fall in love with out a doubt.” She smiled up at the man as she spoke.

“Well, you look close to her age so I’m going to trust you on this.” The man clearly was joking with her at this point.

As she began to turn to turn to lead the man to the cash register Calum noticed her name tag said Margaret, and she was turning she spoke, “Okay, lets get you checked out then huh?” the older man only smiled at her and followed her to the front of the store.

Calum continued looking at the records, but he couldn’t get himself to focus on what was in front of him. Her smile was partially engraved in his mind already. He tried to focus on the Led Zeppelin albums, but then the bell that he heard when he entered the store was ringing again. He looked up for what was in front of him a realized that all he didn’t hear anyone talking anymore. Cal began walking in the direction in which Margaret had led the guy down when taking him to the cash register. On his way in that direction he mindlessly grabbed an album from one of the shelves.

He noticed Margaret was now sitting behind the register scrolling through her phone and there was also someone sitting next to her that he hadn’t seen when he walked in. It was another girl who looked to be the same age as Margaret, but she was wearing blue skinny jeans without a single rip in them and pair of pink tennis shoes to match the pink flowery shirt she was wearing. As Calum got closer they both looked up from their phones to look at him.

Margaret gave him a small smile with no teeth, and he noticed how her side swept bangs fell slightly in front of her right eye as she looked up. She immediately tucked her hair on the right side of her face behind her ear revealing multiple piercing on her ears. Once Calum was close enough she began talking, “What can I help you with.”

Calum simply held up the album he was holding and said, “Just this.” She began to laugh a little when she saw the album he was holding; it was same laugh he had heard her stifle earlier when talking to the older man about his granddaughter. He looked down at the what he was holding and noticed it was Taylor swift’s Fearless album and began to laugh himself.

Maggie wasn’t judging him for buying the album she just found It funny that this big guy in a leather jacket was buying an album she used to listen to religiously when she was in middle school. Mags couldn’t help but find it utterly adorable especially when he asked the question, “Is this one good?” the questioning look on his face made her slightly giggle again. She adverted her eyes to the register and began to ring him up.

When Maggie responded she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped with it, “It does have so great classics.” Leah really looked up from her phone to watch the event unfolding in front of her because she couldn’t believe her ears.

Calum was pleased with himself for getting her to laugh not only once but twice now. He tried to level his voice and sound as serious as he could when he said, “that’s why I picked it.” But Maggie and Leah could both hear the underlying amusement in his voice.

“Yeah, Okay.” Maggie’s smiled down at the register and read the price, “that will be sixteen dollars and ninety-nine cents.” She then held out her hand waiting for him to drop his credit card in it to which he did. She then proceeded to ask, “would like a bag?”

Calum took his credit card back and answered her question with a shake of the head. “No, I think I can manage.” He smiled at her then looked over at the other girl who had been looking at them for the last five minutes and smiled at her as well before saying, “Hope you both have a great day.” And turned around and left the store.

Once the bell had rung and the door had shut completely Leah looked at Maggie and exclaimed, “you never giggle.”

Maggie gave a look that could Leah refers to as her “what the fuck” look. “what does that even mean?”

Leah let out an annoyed huff. “It means, you don’t giggle. I have never seen a guy make you giggle, and he did.” Leah motioned toward the door of the shop when she referred to him. “and he is totally your type, and the way he was looking at you make me think you’re his.” When Maggie looked form the door back to Leah, she saw the obnoxious smirk Leah was wearing and couldn’t stop the annoyed words from leaving her mouth.

“In his dreams.”

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