#nikki this is so sweet i am SO SORRY for metal

[herogardn]

@vandalizedheart said: ❝ Hey, uh— Do you like these? My Metal Sonic likes sticking them on her head and her arms sometimes, thought maybe you'd be into that too? ❞ She's holding out a packet of colorful fridge magnets. There's an assortment of different shapes, with one of the magnets notably looking like a hair bow. // @ metal sonic for a small interaction :D

   LED eyes simply stare down at the little packet being offered.  magnets.  unblinking,  unmoving  /  expression cannot change to show just exactly how the robot feels  /  nor does it have the voice to do so as well.  but it's anger can be felt all by the simple look it can give.  magnets.  how childish.

   gaze shifts to stare at nikki.  and it stays that way for a while,  practically burning holes into her  —  until metal hand is swatting that little packet of magnets away.  ridiculous.  she's lucky that's all metal is doing.

[vincess-princess]

in the dead of the night

a halloween present no one wanted

Pairing: vampire!Nikki/human!Vince Rating: explicit Warnings: heavy dubcon, sex toys, biting, dom/sub tendencies Wordcount: 1930

a piece based on my When The Sun Goes Down (1, 2) universe

“Move,” Nikki ordered, approaching the bed. Vince rolled over to the other side, carefully eyeing Nikki through half-closed eyes, his sleepiness gone in a matter of seconds. Nikki’s movements were a little too quick for a human, and the gesture with which he tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear was a little too sharp - too precise, even. Vince couldn’t see his eyes in the dark, but he was sure his pupils were so wide they covered his irises almost entirely. And Nikki always had black eyes when he was hungry.

“You’re early today,” Vince murmured quietly as Nikki sat down on the edge of the bed and began untying his shoes. “How’s the hunt?”

“Terrible,” Nikki threw one of his boots against the wall. The loud thud made Vince shiver. “Almost got caught by goddamned Silvers. There’s too many of them around recently.”

“Did you get hurt?” Vince sat up on the bed and was going to throw away the blanket, but Nikki turned around and pushed him back without a word. Vince complied with a sigh.

“Me? Hurt by those idiots? Ha!” Nikki hurled his another boot across the room and reached for the buttons on his shirt. “Not in a million years.”

Yeah, sure, Vince barely held back from saying. Nikki wouldn’t have thrown his boots across the room with such ferocity if the hunters were so easy to handle.

He finally mustered enough bravery and asked, “Did you feed?”  

“No,” Nikki took off his shirt, unbuttoned his pants and got up, letting them slide down his legs. Then he smiled, and Vince had to bite his lip and look away, because his fangs were long and pointy and absolutely ready to dig into certain someone’s throat. Again. “Which is why I am here.”

Nikki reached out for Vince, grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him closer to the center of the bed. He pulled the blanket off, and Vince felt naked under his hungry gaze. Naked and on a plate with an apple in his mouth, ready to be devoured alive.

The next moment, cold lips pressed against his, and equally cold fingers tangled in his hair. After an impatient tug Vince opened his mouth, letting Nikki in. Nikki was a good kisser, he had a lot of time to practice. Sometimes Vince wondered how many mouths these lips have kissed before him, and how many will do the same after him. Nikki never told him anything, but Vince was pretty sure he wasn’t the only human Nikki toyed with during his undead life. Vince didn’t want to think what happened to all of them.

Only when Nikki bit Vince’s lip impatiently, Vince remembered that they were actually in the middle of a kiss. Oh, yeah, he was supposed to react to it in some way.

“You’re not so enthusiastic tonight,” Nikki broke the kiss and leaned closer. His breath was cold against Vince’s ear. “Shall I proceed directly to the pleasant part yet? Pleasant for me, of course,” and he grinned, with those pointy teeth of his.

“Sorry,” Vince mumbled and ran his hand through Nikki’s hair, lush and thick, just asking to be felt and caressed. He pulled Nikki closer and pressed his lips against his. Nikki’s fangs scratched his lips a little, but not to the point of making it bleed. It was even kind of hot, kissing a creature that could tear him apart with those fangs in no time.

“You’re so warm,” Nikki murmured in between the kisses. He positioned himself on top of Vince, his hands sliding all over his body, leaving cold traces that lingered on the skin and made Vince shudder. Even Nikki’s tongue was cold – it felt kind of what kissing a slug would be like, not that Vince actually knew how it would feel like, - and left a metallic aftertaste in his mouth. Nikki radiated cold, and now that Vince was getting hot and bothered it was no longer off-putting – welcome, really. The feeling of a strong, muscular body pressed against his, the hunger and possessiveness in his every kiss, the way he clung to him so desperately, the way his hands that could crack his skull and break his neck caressed his hair oh so gently – it was something Vince, against his will, enjoyed immensely.

“You like it, huh?” Nikki broke the kiss and settled himself on Vince’s hips, his hands pulling up his t-shirt and sneaking under it. His finger slid under the thin fabric and circled Vince’s nipple, trailed down his stomach and lower, up to the zip on his pants. He was sitting right on Vince’s swollen cock and of course he felt it. He knew what he could do to Vince and used it accordingly.

“Want me handle it for you?” he gripped Vince’s cock through the fabrics, then rose up to pull his pants lower, releasing it. His hand, though, lingered on Vince’s thigh, playing with him - not hurrying to put Vince out of his misery. Vince just nodded, afraid that if he opened his mouth he would start moaning.

“Good boy,” Nikki said, wrapping his hand around Vince’s cock. Just a few strokes up and down made Vince tilt his head back and groan. When Nikki had first done that, shortly after he brought him to this house, Vince was afraid he was going to scratch his cock with his claws, but Nikki never did. He was always very careful.

“Come on, tell me how you love it,” Nikki increased the pace. His eyes were fixed on Vince’s face: he watched him with such attention Vince couldn’t help but blush. He knew Nikki could smell the blood rushing in his veins; he listened to his every broken breath; he followed every drop of sweat running down his forehead. He was just hungry, but Vince liked to think he missed his humanhood in some ways.

“Faster,” Vince moaned. “Nikki… faster. Please. Ple-“

His plea was cut short, as Nikki let go of his’s cock and stood up.

“What the fuck?” Vince reached out to grab his cock and finish, but Nikki caught his hand halfway through.

“Did I allow you to touch yourself?” He raised an eyebrow. His grip on Vince’s wrist tightened. “No release for you if I see you doing it.”

“Nikki!” Vince moaned indignantly, but obeyed. Nikki disappeared behind the door. Vince bit his lip and grasped at the sheets so tightly he almost tore the fabric. He needed a release so badly, but he remembered very well who was calling the shots here. And it wasn’t Vince, unfortunately.

Nikki came back to the room with some strange package. Just as Vince rose up on his elbows to get a better look at it, Nikki tore the package apart and pulled its contents out.

“Oh my god,” Vince said.

“Specially for you, baby,” Nikki grinned, watching Vince’s eyes widen, and sat on the corner of the bed, showing him a giant pink dildo. “Handjobs have their own charm, but nothing can replace a thick cock in the butt, can it?”

“It won’t fit inside me,” Vince couldn’t stop staring at the “surprise”. He hadn’t had anal sex for a long time, and his ass certainly wasn’t prepared for it. But he could feel the waves of warmth washing over his body, and yes, Nikki was right, handjobs were just a temporary solution.

“Let’s try and see,” Nikki winked, reached for the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. Vince sighed, pulled off his pants and threw them somewhere onto the floor. Nikki spread his legs and settled between them; then he pulled his hips closer and pushed a pillow under his lower back.

“I can’t stretch you,” Nikki said, pouring the lube onto his fingers, “so it’s gonna hurt a little in the beginning. But I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“Well, I’m not.”

“Did anybody ask you, darling?” Nikki raised an eyebrow. “You know, I could just skip all the trouble and feed on you right now. Do you wanna go this way?”

Vince looked Nikki in the eyes and slowly shook his head. For a second he forgot he had no choice.

“Great,” Nikki lined the dildo up to his hole and pushes it forward – just a little, but Vince flinched. “Hey, relax. It will definitely hurt if you keep being so tense.”

“I know.” Vince honestly tried to relax, breathing in and out deeply, concentrating on the breathing alone. It worked - when Nikki pushes the dildo forward, it was easier to take it. With every inch Vince’s breathing became quicker and shallower. At some point, it started to hurt, a dull pain piercing his lower side.

“Not so fast,” Vince managed to murmur. Nikki raised his gaze to see his face.

“Okay, sweetie,” he rubbed Vince’s thigh. “You’re taking it so well. Good boy.”

“I’m… not your boy.” Vince hissed, desperately trying to keep his groans inside his chest. “Ah! Careful!”

“Of course you are,” Nikki stretched out his hand and patted him on the cheek. “My little human toy. My pet.” Vince bit his hand slightly, in a fuck you gesture. Nikki only laughed.

“Oh, someone’s being naughty,” he laughed and without a warning pushed the rest of the dildo inside Vince, drawing a whimper of pain out of him. “It is going to hurt a little at first,” Nikki said, stroking Vince’s thigh. Vince wanted to shake his hand off, but once he tried to move his leg, a gentle gesture gained strength and kept him in place. Resisting was useless, as was objecting; so Vince concentrated on his breathing. It helped ignore dull pain in his lower part of the body, together with the arousal that Nikki didn’t allow him to let out. In and out, in and out, in and-

Vince gasped when Nikki carefully pulled the dildo out a little and thrust it back in, hitting his sweet spot. The momentary feeling of pleasure made him forget about the pain for a second. His own arousal, about which he had already kind of forgotten, now rose up inside him again.

“I see you like it more now,” Nikki grinned upon hearing Vince gasp. “Want more?”

Vince just nodded, clutching at the sheets. Nikki got a grasp on the dildo, pushing it in and out, faster and faster, until Vince’s moans turned into broken gasps. At some moment Nikki’s other hand grasped Vince’s swollen cock, and Vince didn’t even notice how cold it was – he could think of nothing more but the pleasure building up in his crotch, thickening with every movement of Nikki’s hands. He just wanted a release. A release, please, ple-

“Almost there, sweetheart,” Nikki released his cock and leaned down to Vince, kissing him on the lips. “Almost there.”

“Nikki,” Vince managed to exhale. “Nikki, please-“

And then - oh God. Oh fuck.

He came right on his stomach, the dildo still between his legs, while Nikki was watching him hungrily. Vince knew Nikki liked him this way the most – disheveled, breathless, still shaking from the recent orgasm. So he wasn’t surprised when his dark figure hovered over him and buried his face in Vince’s neck. In a post-orgasm haze the pain from the fangs piercing his skin wasn’t so sharp, the humiliation not so deep.

Vince put his hand on Nikki’s head, tangled his fingers in his hair and closed his eyes. Just go through it, he told himself. It happened so many times, just go through it.

[the--blackdahlia]

Your Forever (Tommy x Nikki)

Title Your Forever

Summary: Nikki decided he wants Tommy to be his forever

Warnings: Just fluff

Nikki sat at the table, watching the flame dance at the top of the candle. He had been through the drink menu a couple times before looking at his phone. He was about to make a call when the restaurant door opened and his date came in. Nikki looked up as the hostess brought his date over, chuckling a little.

“I am so sorry I’m late,” Tommy told him. “I was trying to pick out the right outfit and I lost track of time and I…”

“My god, you’re so cute,” Nikki laughed, instantly shutting Tommy up. “I think I’m used to your lateness by now.”

“Is it that often?” Tommy asked, ducking his head behind the menu he had picked up. Nikki gently pushed the menu down and looked into Tommy’s eyes.

“Babe, it’s part of what makes you, you,” Nikki smiled at him.

“I’m a mess,” Tommy laughed. Nikki couldn’t stop smiling. All these years of doing stupid shit with the man sitting across from him, and they both survived, they both were alive and well. They had drifted apart a few times, but always came back to each other.

And Nikki wasn’t going to let Tommy drift away from him again.

Dinner came and small talk was made. They were talking about working on some new music, different projects that each one had, talking about Mick going solo for the first time in his life, and more. They had finished their entrees and dessert was dropped off.

“Okay Nik, I have a question,” Tommy told him, taking a bite of the ice cream and cake he had been given. “We go out on dates all the time. But what is so special about today?”

“What do you mean?” Nikki asked.

“You were adamant,” Tommy told him. Nikki laughed a little.

“Drugs made a lot of events in my life hazy. But there is one that always stood out to me, no matter what. And I know it’s stupid, but it’s important to me,” Nikki told him. “January 17th, 1981. You were sitting on that couch by me. I had hair in my face. You thought I was scary. I thought you were too cute to be in a rock band.”

“Nikki…” Tommy laughed.

“On January 17th, 1981, I decided that I was going to marry you. And today, almost forty years later, I’ve decided to make it happen.” Nikki gave Tommy a smile.

“Wait, are you…”

Nikki slid a small box across to Tommy.

“I figured that despite your big, hopeless romantic side, you wouldn’t mind if I didn’t get down on one knee to ask you this,” Nikki chuckled. “Thomas Lee Bass, will you do me the honor of being my forever?”

Tommy got up then, and Nikki’s heart suddenly dropped. Was this the wrong thing? Had he messed up? But then Tommy wrapped his arms around him, hugging him and placed a kiss on his lips.

“I already was your forever,” Tommy whispered. Nikki held the drummer close to him, closing his eyes and smiling.

“I just wanted to make it official,” Nikki told him. “I love you Tommy.”

“I love you too Nikki.” Tommy pulled back and reached for the box, opening it to see two matching rings. Nikki carefully took one and placed it on Tommy’s finger, and Tommy did the same.

There might not be an actual ceremony ever, but in each others eyes, they were married.

They were each others forever.

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[cruecifymesixx]

Love and Leather /part forty sixx/

Word Count: 8.1k

A/N: so very sorry it took so long for me to update! My schedule is a little weird right now due to work soooo just hang with me! Enjoy, let me know what you think! (Moodboard credit: @itsclaranotcarla)

Warnings: a n g s t, conservative rich grandparents, a little boozy, a little fluffy, lots of language

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June ‘89

I gripped Vanity’s thigh as she was driving us to her grandparents house a little outside of Dallas. I stared out the window marveling at the open land and ranches along the road. Her mother had called and asked if we could both come to Texas to visit her family. I’m just assuming this is the next stepping stone for us as a couple, I mean we’re doing things a little differently, but that’s okay I think. I was nervous about the situation as the last time I was around her family I was completely fucked up and called Van out in front of everyone at her party. I hope her mother and Greyson don’t have any hard feelings...

“You okay, Sixx?” Vanity asked, laying her hand on top of mine, “Yeah, doll. I’m good.” I responded as she looked over at me, her chocolate colored hair blowing in the wind as her black sunglasses hugged her face.

“Nikki.” She said my name sternly as I sighed, “Are you sure I have to meet them? What am I suppose to say to them? Let alone do.”

I felt her thumb run across the back of my hand before intertwining her fingers together as she kept one hand on the steering wheel, “Yes, you have to meet them. Everything will be alright, stop overthinking.” She told me as I shook my head, easier said then done babe.

“You just, you gotta be nice and respectful. No cussing and you can’t smoke when we’re there. You just gotta tone it down a little bit.” I frowned at her words.

“So I gotta be something I’m not?” I scoffed as she squeezed my hand lightly, “I’m not asking you to talk business and numbers, I’m just asking you to be not so...so, so heavy metal.” She explained as I let out a groan.

“My grandparents are way more overbearing then mom and daddy ever were. They’re your stereotypical conservative Texan Y’know? They don’t understand people like you.”

I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked over at her, “People like me? What the hell is that suppose to mean?” She glanced over at me before turning her attention back to the road.

“I don’t mean it like that babe. I just mean like how you’re outspoken and will tell someone to fuck off when necessary. They don’t understand your lifestyle, or former lifestyle I should say. They don’t understand the rockstar life, they don’t understand our life.”

“Baby, can’t I just act like I’m sick and I can just stay in the car, please? They’re gonna eat me alive.” I begged her. I already knew I didn’t and wouldn’t ever fit into the life she was raised in. People like her family look down on junkie runaway rockstars like me.

“Nikki, we’re almost there. C’mon you can’t flake on me now. You said you would at least try for me.” She stated as I sighed, “Yeah, I know what I said.”

”I’ll give you some pointers though, make sure you call pops sir at all time whenever you refer to him, same with grandma but make sure you say ma’am. So yes ma’am or yes sir and no sir and no ma’am. I’m not just going to throw you to the wolves, Nikki. Okay?” She reassured me as her hand came over and touched the side of my face.

“I’m nervous too babe. I know how awful and difficult they can be.” She confided as I nodded, taking her hand off my face and bringing it to my lips.

Vanity turned off the side of the road, seeing a giant cast ironed archway that read ‘Blackwood’ I scoffed at the arrogance. At least I know where she gets it from.

The property was fucking huge. Between the gravel road it was divided by the greenest grass I’ve ever seen in my whole god damn life and white picket fencing along the edge.

The house itself was fucking huge, “The property lays on twenty two acres of land. My great grandpa built the wrap around porch while my grandfather, his name is Theo he built the pool in the backyard.” She explained as she parked the car next to some sky blue Chevy pick up truck with chrome detailing, a white corvette and I believe an old Camaro that was black with a white racing stripe.

“My grandparents are my dad’s parents, try not to bring up my dad as grandma still cries over him.” She said as I nodded as we finally got out of the car.

“Nikki?” She said, holding onto my hand as she stood in front of me, “We’ll meet everyone, have dinner, make small talk and then we will leave, alright? I don’t want to be here longer than I have to anyways.” She smiled as she reached up and gave me a sweet but short kiss on the lips. When she pulled away from my lips, her fingers came up to my shirt and buttoned a few more buttons of the shirt she wanted me to wear as it was half opened.

“It’s gonna be horrible, isn’t?” I asked as she kept her hand on my chest, she tried giving me her best smile before taking my hand and dragging me up the stairs to the front door.

She opened the door, and I immediately stopped walking. The house was elegant, oil based paintings hanged in the entry way. The rug that ran under my feet was Persian. The marble tile under the rug had specks of gold flakes. As we walked through the house I could spot a maid and a chef in the kitchen. Pictures of the family I’m assuming ran across the walls as well. We walked past a living room, their was a shiny black piano that more than likely was never allowed to be touched.

I looked up, seeing crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings as well as the walkway from the second floor. The farther we got into the house the more laughter I could here.

We stepped outside, as everyone turned to look at us. I gripped her hand tighter as she brushed her thumb over the back of my hand.

“Oh, Vanity! How I’ve missed you!” Her mom, Clarissa walked up to us first before pulling her in a tight hug.

“Don’t you think that outfit is a bit revealing to be wearing here?.” She said as she picked at Vanity’s hair, fixing it. I don’t know why she tried fixing it as Vanity it put back over her shoulder as it was laying there before her mother touched it.

“Mom, stop. I didn’t feel like wearing a dress.” Vanity shrugged, looking down at the skin tight black ripped jeans, the rips going all the way up to her thighs as she was wearing a floral loose tank top that stopped midriff, exposing the dangly diamond piercing she was wearing.

I think she looked beautiful.

“It’s nice to see you, Nikki.” Clarissa said, walking over to me before giving me a quick hug. I nodded, trying to force a smile, “Like wise.”

Vanity stood at my side, hand wrapping around my bicep as she rested her head against my shoulder. Her mom looked at us with a smile before turning her attention to a white haired woman that had tight pin up curls that was storming over to us. She seemed like she’s always been a housewife. She was also wearing a dark blue dress with a matching set of pearl earrings and a necklace. I’m assuming with the dirty look she was giving me, this was her grandmother.

“Hello, darling. I’m glad you decided to come visit.” She spoke to Vanity, I noticed Van stood up a little bit taller instead of slouching.

“Yes ma’am, I’m happy to be home.” Vanity spoke kindly, leaving my side as she kissed her grandmas cheek.

Her grandma looked me over, her eyes going to the combat boots I was wearing with my leather pants and the skull ring that was on my middle finger. Her eyes brushed over the chains and leather cuff around my wrist as they went wide at the tattoos on my arms. Her cold blue eyes met mine as her thick Texas accent came out, “And who are you?”

“Grandma, this is-“ “He can speak up for him self Vanity.” She was quick to stop Van from talking. I didn’t fucking like that.

She was glaring straight into my fucking soul, I had to look away from her. I wasn’t gonna fucking die in a closet full of drugs, I was going to die standing right here in this backyard.

I cleared my throat, sticking out my hand for her to shake, “I’m uh..Nikki, Nikki Sixx.” She stared at my hand as If it was covered in the Black Plague.

“Is that your real name? Your parents really named you that?” Her grandmother spewed her hates at me, as I clenched down on my jaw.

Apprehensively, Vanity spoke up “Nikki, this is Betty Mae Blackwood, my grandmother.” Van smiled up at me, before looking back at Betty, “Grandma, Nikki is a musician. He’s a legend in his world.” Her grandmother did not seem amused.

“He’s also my boyfriend and I love him dearly.” She added on as I reached down and kissed the top of her head.

“A rockstar, Vanity? Really? Whatever happened to Julian?” Betty had spoken up as she scoffed before sipping on her glass of white wine. I saw the Vanity’s smile fade away, before her eyes quickly darted over to her Moms.

“Betty, let’s be nice okay?” Clarissa was quick to jump to our aid, “Vanity has known Nikki for a long time now-“ “You allow this?” Betty was also quick to cut off her mother.

“Grandma, please. He’s a guest.” Vanity spoke, her tone was low as she looked at Betty.

“Very well then. Vanity, show your...Nikki around the property while I talk to your mother.” Betty ordered as she grabbed my hand and quickly pulled me away.

“I’m just saying right now, if she continues I’m gonna blow up and I’m not apologizing for it.” I warned Vanity as I let go of her hand once we were away from them.

She nodded but didn’t say anything. I knew she felt like complete shit for how her grandmother was speaking to me. I told her this wouldn’t go well.

We walked around the corner to find Greyson lounging in the pool, “Well look who fucking rose from the dead. Glad you’re alive Nikki.” Greyson teased as Vanity let out a laugh before covering her mouth with her hand.

“Yeah, Yeah shut the fuck up Greyson.” I rolled my eyes, “Glad to be alive, man.” I said rubbing the back of my neck as Vanity nudged my side.

“Where’s our little demon spawn of a sister?” Vanity asked, “Out with Pops rounding up the cattle.” Greyson responded, as he continued basking in the sun.

Vanity smirked as she looked at me, “You want to have a little country fun, city boy?” She teased as I rolled my eyes.

“You getting dirty outside of the bedroom? Can’t believe it princess.” I teased her back as she lightly swatted my stomach. She gave me a quick kiss before pulling me along behind her. We went through some side door before she turned on a light.

“Whoa, that’s a sick bike.” I said walking over to the motorcycle that was all white with chrome handle bars, “That was daddy’s...” she trailed off, “Theo got it for him when daddy joined the company. Mom didn’t want it in the garage at the house after he died so it came here.” She quickly diverted the conversation as she grabbed a set of keys from the wall and pressing a button for the garage door to open.

She walked over to an ATV, starting it as she got on top of it, “Come on, Sixx. I am not walking all the way out there, it’s too far and I’ll make you carry me half way through.” She smiled as she wiped her sunglasses clean before putting them on.

I climbed onto the ATV and sat behind her, gripping her hips as she gave way too much throttle all at once. Dirt and rocks were being kicked up as we drove down a trail that went along the property. I saw there was a pond behind the house with some cattle around it. I saw two people on horses trying to gather them up to go back into their own field, or whatever the fuck it’s called.

I didn’t know Vanity was this type of country. We pulled up along side an old barn, well a stable I guess I should say. She turned off the quad and I followed after her.

“Hey Rick!” Vanity spoke to some cowboy looking motherfucker with a bad farmers tan, “Well hello there sugar! Look at you! You haven’t been here in forever.” He said wrapping her up in a huge hug.

“Babe, this is Rick he’s an old family friend and helps Pops with the horses and livestock, Rick, this is Nikki.” Vanity introduced us as he stuck out his hand for me to shake, “Nice to meet you, man.” I said as he smiled back at me.

Vanity tugged on my hand, pulling me inside the stable, “Did I ever tell you I can ride a horse?” She spoke to me, holding my hand still as she walked backwards smiling at me.

“No, you’ve never mentioned it. I didn’t know you were a real country girl. It’s rather hot.” I smirked as she chuckled, “Kinda surprising too, didn’t expect you to be into it.” I shrugged as she went into a stable where a light brown horse with a black mane stood behind a white gate.

“Well this is Rosey.” She opened a gate, “Shes my horse.” Vanity spoke, scratching the horses nose, smiling at me as she grabbed my hand and put it on the horses head, Rosey nudged my hand, causing my whole arm to move, “Just stay here.” Vanity said, quickly leaving the stable.

I picked up hay and fed it to the horse, wiping the dirt off my hands on my pants as I heard Vanity rummaging through stuff. Rosey nudged my chest with her snout, “Stop it.” I said, wiping off horse slobber and god knows what else from my shirt. She did it again to me. I glared at Rosey, trying to leave the stable as Vanity came around the corner with...with a fucking saddle?

“You want to be a cowboy so bad, let’s give you a little crash course.” Vanity smirked, chuckling as she through a thin pad over the horses back.

“I...I don’t want to be a cowboy...I just like the hats and the boots.” I said, stepping out of her way and watching her lift up the saddle before putting it over the pad.

She smiled up at me, crouching down as she tightened the straps under the horse, “Baby, c’mon. If this is just a point to prove that I’m not a cowboy, fine you win, I won’t wear the hats or the boots anymore.” I pleaded, as she stood up straight, dusting off her hands.

“I actually love the cowboy hat, it’s probably my favorite look of yours. But can you open that gate for me?” She asked, motioning to the lock on the side.

She held onto the reigns as we walked next to the horse, “So, just stay relaxed okay? They can feel when you are stressed or panic. If you don’t like it, we can stop. But I think you will.” She explained as I nodded. Vanity led us to a fenced off patch of dirt that had hoof prints into the ground.

“Okay, Sixx. Get on the horse.” I stared at her, looking at the saddle and then at her again, “Van, I thought you were joking? I’m not getting on the horse.” I scoffed at her wishes. Me climbing on a horse in these leather pants? That’s a no from me.

“Baby, c’mon. Please? Look...it’s simple.” She said, quickly putting her foot in the stir up before grabbing the saddle and pulling herself up to mount it.

“Van, fuck. Be careful.” I watched as she trotted around on the horse in circles around me, “Oh relax, I’m fine. You know how many times I’ve been knocked on my back by horses? Like a billion times.” She retorted, making the horse stop right in front of me as Vanity had a huge grin on her face. I’m happy she is happy.

“So is this how you know how to ride my dick so well?” I questioned, smirking at her as she rolled her eyes at me, quickly laughing right after.

“That’s just my gift to you. Do you really not want to try?” She asked, combing  the horses mane in between its ears.

I sighed, “Yeah, I’ll try.” She squealed as she quickly jumped down from the horse.

“Okay. So just hold right here, and put your foot in there and then give yourself a push and then throw your leg over.” She explained fast as I could tell she was trying to contain her excitement.

“You make it sound so damn easy.” I retorted, sighing as I pulled myself up and sat on the saddle. The horse quickly jolted forward before I had a grip, causing me to fall off and onto my side straight in to the dirt.

“Fuck this shit!!! I’m not fucking doing it!!” I yelled out, clutching my ribs as I tried standing up, Vanity quickly helped me to my feet.

She laughed, “That wasnt fucking funny, Vanity!” I yelled again, trying to keep a serious face but I couldn’t as she was just cracking up, and it was music to my ears.

“Nik, it was just a little funny. Let’s try again, okay? Just make sure to keep a firm grip.” She said, holding onto the reigns as she patted the saddle.

“C’mon rockstar.” She teased, “How about you get on and then I’ll get on after you?” I suggested, but she shook her head.

“Nope. C’mon Sixx, before I start sweating my makeup off. You don’t even want to know how much this foundation was, alright? Let’s go.” She ordered, as I eventually made my way back onto the horse.

“See, this isn’t so bad now is it?” She asked as she held onto the reigns, trailing the horse and me around the pin.

“It’s hurting my crotch.” I complained, trying to situate the jewels as she laughed, turning her head to look at me before letting go of the reigns and giving them to me.

“Just pull on them a little, Rosey will get the signal to move, just don’t jerk them.” Vanity explained as I nodded, doing what she said as we started trotting around the pin.

Vanity watched as she sat up on the metal gate, a huge smile plastered on her face, “I love you, Sixx.”

I guided the horse to walk along side the gate next to her, “Well, I love you more little lady.” I said in my best country accent as she giggled, turning our attention the side when Sage, who was riding a quad drove up next to us.

“Pops wants to talk to you, Van. I heard grandma wasn’t so nice to you Nikki.” Sage responded as she looked up at us.

“Yeah, which doesn’t mean you get to act like her.” Vanity playfully warned her as she got off then gate, and held out her hand for me to jump off the horse. I watched as she walked back into the stable with the horse.

“I mean, I’m just saying-“ I turned my attention to Sage, “Did rehab really work for you?” She questioned as I nodded.

“I think so, I’ve done good so far. Sometimes it’s hard.” I explained as she pursed her lips together, as it seemed like she was thinking.

“I mean, once a junkie, always a junkie right? I haven’t forgot how you acted at her party. You really hurt her, you know that? She cried over you.” I turned my attention to when I seen Van walking her way over to us.

“Listen Sage, she forgave me and hers is the only forgiveness I care for when it comes to the family. I’m dating her, not all of you.” I said as we glared at one another.

“Fine, just don’t ever make her cry again, unless they are happy tears, got it?” Her threat wasn’t doing much for me, but I nodded anyways. She quickly left before Vanity came up to me.

“Let’s get back...” Vanity said, tugging on my hand as she wrapped it around her waist, before standing on her tiptoes and giving me a kiss.

“We’ll get through this okay?” She assured as her eyes burrowed holes into mine, “I know, darling.” I replied, kissing her forehead before we got on the ATV.

Once a junkie, always a junkie. Those words kept ringing in my ears, yeah Sage was just being a little brat as Vanity as told me about. But I knew there was some truth to it. When Vanity drove the ATV back into the garage, I got off first and then helped her off.

“I shouldn’t be here.” I spoke quietly to Van as she looked up at me, “They are never gonna like me. I shouldn’t have came with you.” I added on as she sighed, gliding her hands up my chest before they wrapped around the back of my neck.

“Nik, my grandmothers opinion does not matter to me. I love you and that’s all that matters, okay? We just have to get through dinner and then we can leave, alright?” She repeated her words as I nodded.

“Let’s go sneak a cigarette out by the car? It will probably do us both good.” She said, grabbing my hand and pulling me along, until I want to say at least a six foot seven old man dressed in a black cowboy hat, black jeans, black cowboy boots and dark red button up shirt stopped Vanity dead in her tracks, she quickly let go of my hand.

“Pops...I thought you and Sage were still-“

“Young lady, please give me one good reason why you are being rude and haven’t introduced me to my guest.” His Texas accent was thick as his green eyes stared directly at me.

She nodded, “Sorry, sir.” She mumbled, before stepping over to me.

“Nik-“ I quickly cut Vanity off. I stuck my hand out for his, “I’m Nikki Sixx, I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to meet earlier. We saw that you were out there with Sage doing stuff with the cattle and didn’t want to interrupt.” I spoke fast as he took off his cowboy hat, placing it on the table as he shook my hand, hard.

“Vanity?” Her grandfather spoke as he let go of my hand, I looked down at it seeing my skin was white from how hard he gripped it.

“Yes, sir?” She questioned, perking up as he patted the top of her head, “You mind getting two whiskeys and my box of cigars for me? They are in the office.” He ordered, as she looked over at me.

“Can’t grandma do it?” Vanity asked, pushing her hair out of her face, “I’m asking you to do it, now. Loose that tone with me, Vanity.” He replied, I eyed Vanity, trying to keep my laugh under wraps as she sent me a quick glare.

Vanity quickly walked inside, “I swear, every time I see her she changes a little bit more and her attitude gets a little bit worse.” Theo replied, turning his attention back to me.

I chuckled, “Yeah, she’s a bit of a handful sometimes, but I wouldn’t want her any other way.” I said nervously as he glared at me, but it quickly softened.

“She was a handful as a kid too. She’d spend summers here because her parents didn’t know what to do with her, but she’s turned out fine. You are a rockstar?” He questioned as he sat down by the glass table.

I sat down across from him, “Yeah, I play bass and I created my band, uh Motley Crue.” I told him as he nodded. I felt a sigh of relief when Vanity came back out.

She handed Theo the glasses plus the box, he was quick to slide a half filled glass over to me as I stared down into it.

“Uh...pops...Nikki, he doesn’t...” Vanity spoke up for me as she took the glass away, “I guess all rockstars are the same.” His laugh was deep as I felt myself become small.

“Water is fine.” I said, holding up my water bottle before taking a sip. I watched as Vanity turned from her grandfather, downing the liquid as she grimaced when it burned all the way down.

“How about a cigar?” He asked, holding one up for me, “Uh yeah...I mean yes sir.”

“Vanity, leave the men to talk by themselves, you know better.” Theo ordered for her dismissal, “I’m sure your grandmother would love to spend some time with you.” He continued as Vanity let out a groan.

“Please be nice to him.” Vanity begged quietly as she stared at him, “Of course sweetheart.” He said, smiling at her before turning is attention to me. She gave me an apologetic look before going over to Betty and Clarissa who were sitting around the pool drinking wine.

“I apologize for my wife, I know she can be overbearing, I’m more passive than she is.” He explained, putting a cigar between his teeth and lighting it with a shiny gold lighter before handing it to me.

“Betty is kind. I can’t blame her for her words. I don’t deserve Van at all, but I love her...” I trailed off, inhaling a puff from the cigar.

He swirled the ice cubes around the glass before taking a sip, “Why do you think you don’t deserve her?”

I was getting sick and tired of all this interrogation, I sighed, “I should have treated her better, and if I hadn’t been drunk or high all the time I could have expressed my feelings instead of all the countless arguments and fights we had, but I think she knows that.”

He nodded, blowing the smoke in my direction, “Yeah…we were informed of a lot of things you did. Some business partners were at that birthday party of hers.”

I cleared my throat before taking a sip of water, “I am very sorry for that. It uh…it wasn’t me. I mean it was me, but it’s the me jacked up on all the drugs I was doing.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to understand before nodding, “Well-“ he rubbed the back of his neck, “At least you’re being honest. You gonna marry her?”

I dry swallowed as he stared at me. Of course I wanted to marry Vanity, but it’s too early for that. I want to spend the rest of my life with her.

“And marry into all this money? I’m sure you won’t be a rockstar forever.” He chuckled, taking a sip out of the glass before setting it down.

I cleared my throat, “Ye-Yeah I want to marry her, but I Uh I don’t need your money.” I smirked watching him nod his head, “I have plenty of other hobbies that make money too. It’s not all about what’s in the bank account…”

“Well, I’m just saying, money makes her happy and-“ “Other things make her happy too that don’t involve money.” I was quick to interrupt him as he seemed amused.

“I’m just saying Nikki, I would hate to see her cry over you running out of money, I’m sure the music thing will end and you’ll fade away like all you musicians do.”

I gripped the arm of the chair tight, I wanted to fucking leave. They don’t know Vanity like they think they do. Yeah, Vanity likes money a lot. But I could name a million other things she likes better. She likes when I wake her up in the morning holding her in a tight embrace as I call her beautiful. She prefers the sunrise over the sunset. She’d rather learn about space than the ocean more. She likes her coffee with two sugars and just a dash of cream, unless it’s iced coffee. Then she loves it with Carmel and a shot of espresso. They would know that she lives for more things than money. She may like extravagant items and expensive clothes, but she loves the little things in life more.

“I’m sure, after everything her and I have been through. She’s gonna love me even if I do run out of money.” I spoke to him, glancing over as Vanity came to my rescue.

“Dinners ready…” She said, holding out her hand as I quickly got up and took it. She tried opening her mouth to say something, but I shook my head, “I am ready to go.” I told her quietly, noticing Theo was behind us.

She sighed, walking to the dining table as everyone was already sitting. Betty sat at one end of the table as it went Vanity, Me, Greyson, Theo sitting at the other end of the table followed by Sage and Clarissa.

“I love you.” Vanity whispered into my ear as she kissed the side of my cheek. I nodded, gently squeezing her thigh as I kept my hand there. A servant came around, pouring wine in all the glasses, including mine. Van quickly grabbed my glass and started to chug it as I stared at her with a smile.

“Vanity, manners.” Her mom spoke quietly, trying not to laugh as well. She put the empty glass down and stared at her mom apologetically.

“Sorry…nerves.” She mumbled, looking over at me, “Grandma harassed me too when you were talking to Pops.” She said into my ear, before politely thanking the servant when they put a plate of food in front of us.

So far so good, everyone was enjoying the meal and chatting with one another, “Y’know Nikki, I may have had a misconception about you.” Betty spoke, my eyes meeting hers as she had a sly smirk on her lips and was holding a glass of white wine as she swirled it around.

“Thank you. I’m actually a very nice person under all this leather and tattoos.” I have her a warm smile as she nodded.

“Well, if you do plan on marrying our Vanity, please don’t have her be a widow to young. I was informed by Sage you had died from your overindulgence in narcotics.”

“Sage..” Vanity spoke, her tone was hurtful as she stared at her younger sister. Sage wouldn’t dare to look at her or me. She just picked at her food, “Sorry Vanny…you know how grandma is.” She mumbled.

“It would be such a waste.” Betty added on as she stared directly at me. I let go of Vanitys thigh, but she quickly grabbed my hand.

“Betty, that is enough!” Clarissa shouted, throwing her napkin down.

“Now Clarissa, I love you. I really do. But my son did the same thing with you. You weren’t born into this life, your parents worked in a factory. And now Vanity is following her fathers footsteps and doing the same with a, with a junkie.”

“And if you do decide to marry, Vanity Kay, make sure you have him sign a prenup. I would hate for him to get his filthy hands on my money.” Betty spoke up, as I pushed back my chair.

“Excuse me.” I said, clearing my throat and pushing Vanity’s hand off of mine before leaving the house.

Fuck that stupid cunt.

*Vanity’s POV*

I watched Nikki angrily ball his fists at his side as he walked out of the house, “It would be such a waste, really. Vanity, you can do so much better. You are beautiful young woman, you don’t need to be with someone like that.”

“What is the matter with you!? I am so happy with him! He’s the love of my life and I hope I get to be with him for a very, very long time. He’s sober, Grandma. He’s never touching it again, you don’t know what I went through with him. You don’t know what he went through to get to where he is today.” I spoke to her as she stared back at me appalled that I would stand up to her.

“Vanity, enough. Don’t talk back to your grandmother like that.” Theo butted in as I shook my head.

“That’s what they all say and promise. Yet they always eventually fall back.” Betty responded before taking a calm bite of her food, like she hadn’t done anything wrong.

“He is trying his hardest.” I defend him as she shook her head, “Oh please, he’s only here because you wanted him to be, I could tell just by looking at him he didn’t want to come. He’s not good enough for you.”

I scoffed, “And you wonder why I never come home, I am leaving.” I said, pushing the plate away as I stood up, “Mom, I will call when I leave tomorrow.” I replied, watching her nod slowly as she gave me a look of sorrow, before I turned to leave the house.

*Nikki’s POV*

Vanity walked outside, slamming the front door, “I am not going back inside to say bye.” I said, lighting a cigarette as I exhaled, “Betty god damn Ford in there can piss off, I am not going to die again.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to say bye. We’re leaving.” She snapped at me, quickly getting in the car and slamming the door. I rolled my eyes, sliding into the passenger side.

“I even told you I shouldn’t have came. It’s already bad enough your grandmother thinks I’m the fucking devil, and just to make things worse your grandfather thinks you’ll be happy with me only until the money runs out.” I shook my head, glancing over at her as she was focused on the road.

I saw her roll her eyes, “We both know that isn’t true, fuck! Just shut up about it Nikki. It already happened so let’s just move on.” She shouted, turning the radio up as she mumbled under her breath. I pushed the button to turn it off.

“Yeah, just shut up Nikki.” I mocked as she glared at me, “Sorry I can’t give you a fancy ranch with a white picket fence and god damn ponies!”

She laughed bitterly, “Oh fuck off, that’s not what I want anyways. God. Don’t be like this please. I said I was sorry for how they were acting!”

I clenched my jaw as I stared at her, fuck off? Are we really about to fucking do this right now!?

“Don’t be like what?! They don’t see the struggle I went through to get this far! I was some poor runaway-“

“Some poor runaway punk who didn’t have any place to go and had to steal to survive, save yourself the sob story Nikki, I already know!!” She yelled as she gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white.

“So maybe you should have fucking stood up for me!! You knew I was being thrown to the wolves and you just watched! I wasn’t born with a fucking silver spoon in my mouth like princess Vanity! I had to scratch and claw to get what I have! I got lucky to become a rockstar! You know nothing about struggle or hard work! You have everything because of some oil shit!!” I yelled at her, seeing her face get red in anger. She was quick to pull off the side of the road, slamming the car into park as she turned her body towards me.

“Some oil shit?! Really!? Fuck you, Nikki! You don’t have a single god damn clue about what my family has been through! How hard my relatives had to work to get where they are today! Hard work? You know nothing about hard work! God fordbid busting out a few songs is difficult for you. Congratulations Nikki, you made your millions rhyming a few words together!” She rolled her eyes, her usual light hazel eyes were dark in the golden rays of the setting sun.

“Well those songs have allowed you to do some things you wouldn’t have done on your family farm!” I talked back, watching her reach across and shove my shoulder, “Vanity! Don’t fucking start with me!”

“Yeah, thank you Nikki Sixx and the rest of Motley Crue. Thanks for allowing me to shovel cocaine up my nose and thanks for damaging my god damn liver! Oh, and thanks for letting me travel with you to all of the stupid places I’ve already been too!! Thanks for making me have to watch my god damn boyfriend almost fucking die!! Oh wait! He did!!” She stared at me as my face turned into a scowl.

“Oh fuck you, Van! I’ve done more for you than that! I bought you a fucking house!” I snapped before turning my head to look out the window, “Just fucking drive.” I said, shaking my head.

“I didn’t ask you to buy me the stupid house, Nikki! You threw that on me!!” She continued to yell as I rolled my eyes.

“Then maybe you should go back to your damn mansions and ponies!!!” I shouted louder at her, immediately regretting it when I saw her facial expression soften. I mentally cursed myself out as I turned to look out the window again.

Fuck, I didn’t fucking mean that. Damnit. She started driving us back into the city and to her hotel. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her wiping her eyes. I said that in anger, I truly didn’t mean it. But now she’s crying, and now I have to give her space. We haven’t had a single argument since that day in rehab, and here we are yet again. It’s like we take two steps forward and we end up taking three steps back. I hope that we would never have an argument like we use to have them but yet, here are with the fuck you’s and the fuck off’s and the hurtful things we know to say to get under each other’s skin.

She parked the car, grabbing her purse and getting out, before slamming the door again. I sighed, following behind her, “Baby, c’mon..” I said, trying to reach for her arm but she pulled away from me.

“Leave me alone.” She muttered as we walked inside the hotel and to the elevators, waiting until they opened up for us.

“Van, I’m sorry.” I spoke softly as I turned to face her when the doors closed, “No! You aren’t fucking trapping me in this elevator to talk about it!” She yelled, sending daggers through me I backed away from her, leaning against the wall as she stood in the middle of the elevator. The door dinged as it slid open, she was quick to walk out.

She unlocked the hotel door, and went straight for her luggage, throwing the scattered clothes around the room into her suitcase. I furrowed my eyebrows, “Wh-what are you doing? Vanity, don’t leave, I am sorry.” I pleaded, but she ignored me.

“Doll, c’mon. You can’t-“ she threw the clothes at me, “I can’t what, Nikki! I can’t leave?! I am going to get another hotel room!! I don’t want to be in the same vicinity as you right now!!” She yelled, continuing to throw wadded up shirts and jeans at me.

“Knock it off!! You’re being dramatic!-“ I was cut off when I dodged a shoe being pelted at my head, “Vanity, what the fuck! Calm down!!”

“Oh, I’m sorry!! Let me go fucking die for a few minutes and come back to life so I have the whole world talking about me, yeah that seems dramatic enough!!”

I glared at her, “Low, that’s really fucking low of you…” I swiped the keys off the little coffee table, holding them in my hand, “You have no idea Vanity, none.”

She looked away from me, jaw clenching as she shook her head, “Glad to know you find me dying, amusing for a come back.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, but you can talk about me all day long.” She said, before stepping closer and snatching the keys away from me, I groaned, rubbing my face as she stared at me.

“Give me the keys, I’m just going to cool off.” I said softly, holding my hand out for the keys, “Fine, go ahead and leave.” Vanity replied, anger in her voice as she threw them down at my boots.

“I’m clearly not the only one. We both need to calm down, I’ll be back in an hour.” I tried explaining to her but she stormed off into the bathroom, slamming the door in the process.

*Vanity’s POV*

I sat in the giant bath tub, full of hot water and bubbles as I drank from a champagne bottle room service delivered. I know I didn’t do a good job at defending him or how a girlfriend is suppose to defend her boyfriend, but fuck man. How am I suppose to when my grandparents think I’m sleeping with the devil? I know Nikki isn’t a bad guy and I wish they saw it that way too.

I closed my eyes, rubbing my temples as I listened to the radio as Skid Row’s ‘I Remember You’ was playing.

“Woke up to the sound of pouring rain, The wind would whisper and I’d think of you.” I sang along quietly, taking another sip of champagne before stepping out of the tub, wrapping a plush white towel around me.

I looked at the clock on the wall, seeing it was almost seven o’clock in the afternoon. I opened up the door, walking out into the hotel room and seeing that Nikki hasn’t came back yet.

I got dressed in a pair of shorts and a Motley shirt with the sleeves torn off. I found myself lounging around on the couch, flipping through the channels of the TV but nothing looked good. I groaned and turned it off. Can he just get back already?

I should apologize first, be the bigger person I suppose. I said some things and he said some things, but I was meaner and I shouldn’t have been. I also shouldn’t have thrown stuff at him, but he was pissing me off. Still, that’s not a good excuse. Him and I aren’t suppose to be fighting like this, like how we used to fight. We don’t do that anymore.

I heard the hotel door unlock, seeing him walk in with a white paper bag and two drinks as he was sipping on one.

He dropped the food down in front of me on the coffee table, followed by handing me a drink, “Oreo milkshake…and a burger and some fries…” Nikki explained, trying to put on a smile but I could tell he was still upset.

“I’m not really hungry..” I said quietly, watching him sit down across from me in the chair and kicking his boots up on the table, “You barely ate at your grandparents.” He pointed out, taking a bite from his burger.

I shrugged, “We had to leave, Nik.” He glared at me, wiping his face and putting his food down, “That’s not my fault.”

I frowned, “I didn’t say it was Nikki-“ He shook his head, digging into his front pocket and pulling out a cigarette before lighting it, “I didn’t know, I mean I did know she would be like that but I didn’t think she’d be that horrible Nikki, I am so sorry.”

Nikki flicked the ash from his cigarette into the tray as he took a long drag, “She almost sounded like she wished I was dead, Van. Don’t you get that? She thinks I’m nothing but the scum beneath her feet, and guess what? I’m fucking not.”

“I don’t know, they’re just from a different time period, I’m not suppose to be with someone like you. They, they just don’t understand.” I mumbled quietly, hearing him chuckle.

“Someone like me? Someone that makes loud music? Someone whose a drug addict? Someone who has showed their naive little granddaughter stuff they sheltered her from? Guess I’m the fucking devil in their eyes right, Princess?” His words were laced with malicious venom.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” I spoke quietly, looking over at him as he let out a sigh, “I know you are, but you’re not who I want the apology from.” He replied as I shook my head, “You’ll never get it.” I told him as he rolled his eyes.

“Well, I don’t need some stuck-in-her-ways old woman talking out of her ass like she knows me, because she doesn’t know anything about me!!”

I nodded, “She…she just knows stuff from what my mom has told her…” he narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to the side as he glared at me.

“And what the hell has your mom been saying?” He ordered, crossing his arms over his chest as he put out the cigarette.

I looked away from him, picking at my nails, “Just whatever I’ve told her from before and now…” I mumbled quietly, hearing him sigh angrily as I felt tears pooling in my eyes.

“Wonderful, just fucking perfect Vanity. She has a preconceived notion of me just because you like to run home to mommy and cry about what the big bad Nikki has done.” He let out a chuckle, shaking his head as he glared at me.

“She knows you're sober now, I told her that’s all that matters to me, Sixx!” I shouted, voice breaking all at once as I felt myself on the brim of crying

“Well, clearly not to the royal oil queen.” He responded as I chewed on my bottom lip, frowning at him, “Stop making fun of my family business, Nikki.” I asked quietly as he laughed, “Oh! But it’s totally okay to make fun of the junkie, right, right.”

“I never said it was okay!!” I shouted, wiping tears from my cheek as he rolled his eyes, “Yeah, go ahead and cry about it! Just another thing you can run to mommy about, then grandma and grandpa will load more money into-“ I quickly grabbed the milkshake and threw it at the wall behind him, making it splatter everywhere.

“Stop it!! I don’t want to fight like this!!” I yelled, completely being flooded by tears, “I am trying to apologize to you!! And you just keep being an asshole to me! But you’re right, maybe I should go back to my mansions and my ponies and all the stuff you hate about my family!” I continued to yell as he watched me. He slowly got up and sat on the couch next to me, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into his chest.

“I didn’t mean that. I was just angry.” He mumbled into my hair, placing a kiss on top of my head, “I know I am being an asshole, but I���m just hurt, and I shouldn’t be taking it out on you. I just want your family to like me because I know it’s important to you.” He spoke softly as he held my hand in his.

“We don’t fight like this anymore Nikki, it’s suppose to be better between us.” I said, looking up at him as he wiped the tears from my cheek with his thumb, “And it has been, I guess we will just have our huge blown up fights sometimes. It’s just up to us to stop it before it gets to that level.” He said, kissing my forehead, “I don’t ever want you to go back to your mansions and ponies or the rich oil King and Queen.” He laughed as he held me tighter against him.

He kissed my lips softly, “My own damsel in distress.” He muttered, moving pieces of hair out of my face, “My own knight in shining armor, chains and leather, with his trusty black motorcycle.” He smiled, shaking his head in amusement as he kissed me again.

“I’ll save you a thousand times over, doll.”

[xxsovereignsarayaxx]

Supernatural - Road to Revenge Chapter 4

Authors Note: Here is chapter 4! Hope everyone is well. Thank you to all for the likes and re-blogs. If anyone wants to be tagged in the upcoming chapters please send me an ask. Bit more drama to be added to the plot. Word Count: 2934 Warnings: There is some angst in this one. Character death.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

My heart had just shattered into pieces.

Nia was dead…

I had seen plenty of bodies in my lifetime but with this being Nia’s body and not just some stranger. It was different. It was a member of my family so now it was personal. 

Her body was tied to a chair, the rope that once bound her was drenched with her blood. Whatever blood was still in her body still slowly dripped onto the floor. Her head tilted backwards - lifeless. Her eyes had rolled and dry tears and what makeup was left stained her once perfect features. Nia’s long black hair was matted and messy. I noticed her top had been cut, pulling the knife I had in my boot. I used it to carefully peel the blood soaked garment away for a closer inspection, the new anti-possession tattoo she had gotten a mere few hours before, the tattoo that was meant to keep her safe had a large gash breaking it. And just like a devil's trap or salt circle once it was broken you were no longer protected. 

I felt something wet on my face. I was crying. I didn’t cry. I was never allowed to. But suddenly I just collapsed to the ground, the knife that was once in my hand clattered to the floor. The last and only normal part of my life had been taken away from me. I curled up into a ball on the floor. I felt weak, powerless and vulnerable. 

Was she in Heaven? Was she in Hell? 

As I laid there on the floor. I remembered...

Weaknesses are not tolerated. Failure is not an option.

My training started when I was five years old, I was taught how to dismantle and reassemble a handgun, then shoot it with precision by seven my marksmanship was the top of its game. I even rivalled some of the adults. At eight I had to prove that I was the top of my class, my opponent  and other classmates finally understood why you never brought a knife to a gunfight. I was being trained into the perfect killing machine, they were lucky I was a blank slate when I arrived. When my fourteenth birthday came I was sent out in the field, it was also the day I escaped from the clutches of my handler.

“Nicole, step forward.”  

I did as I was asked and stepped forward, there was a line of us eight of us to be exact both male and female. All dressed in black, our hair was neat and tidy and the same solemn expression littered each individual face except for one.

“Maxwell, step forward.”

The boy froze in his place. 

“Maxwell, step forward. You know the rules if your name is called out you step forward.” The voice said again this time firmer with more authority.

The boy finally stepped forward and the rest of the line was dismissed, they dispersed quickly and quietly hardly making a sound.

“One of you is ready to graduate. But you must prove your worth. You must prove to ‘The Men of Letters’ that you are ready.” 

With that we were left on our own. We knew that only one would leave the room - That person would be me.

“Nicole… We don’t have to do this.” Maxwell whimpered, his eyes searching for a shred of hope.

“This is what they have trained us for.” I said bluntly looking at the few weapons that were left on a nearby table.

“But…”

“Maxwell you are weak. And weaknesses will not be tolerated!” I shouted as I picked up a throwing knife and launched it at him. I missed by an inch.

“You were chosen because you needed to be dealt with. Failure is not an option, you have failed the Men of Letters because you are weak.” I stated as I cornered him.

And right before I had him pinned up against a wall…

I shot back up but this time I wasn’t alone Dean had me cradled in his arms. I then broke down, tears streamed down my face once more, I buried myself in his jacket. From that moment the remnants of the person I used to be, came flooding back. I will hunt down this demon and nobody is going to stop me.

 “Nikki I’m so sorry.” Dean said, trying to shush me to try and calm me down.

“I need...I need to put her to rest.” I muttered trying to get out of Dean’s embrace. He wouldn't let me go at first.

Escaping Dean’s iron hold I clambered back up to my feet, bending down to pick up the knife. The silver blade being a welcomed cold feeling on my palms as I tightened my grip. Carefully making my way to Nia’s body I sliced through the blood soaked ropes. 

“I know she wasn’t a hunter but I think a hunter's funeral would be best.” Dean said softly. 

I nodded, finally through all of the ropes that held Nia. I closed her eyes and Dean walked over and carefully picked her up.  

“Please be careful with her.” I whispered. 

Dean never uttered a word but simply nodded. As he held Nia close to his chest, not caring that her blood stained his clothes, we made our way through the empty bar and back to the impala, opening the back seat door Dean slid Nia’s body onto the smooth yet worn leather. We drove towards the Las Vegas Ranger District as that was the closest place to give Nia a proper hunters funeral. The drive was silent, nothing but the odd glance at one another. By early morning we arrived, Dean immediately got out of the car and got the axe that lived in the trunk. I still sat in the car keeping Nia company, I turned to look at her.

“Ni, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I’m sorry that I haven’t been there for you when you needed me, I’m sorry I have been a crappy sister. But I promise you that I will find the bastard that did this to you and I will make them pay. I hope wherever you are, you’re happy and at peace.” I whispered to her, reaching out to hold her cold and lifeless hand one last time. 

Once Dean had cut down enough trees to make a base, he offered to get Nia out of the car but I declined, I had to be the one to do this. I opened that car door and picked up my sister. Even though she was slightly taller than me I was still able to lift her. I put her on a white sheet that Dean got out of the trunk and placed on the floor. Smoothing out her hair, I kissed my fore and middle fingers and planted them on her forehead.

“Sweet dreams sis.” I said softly and wrapped her up tying the sheet where necessary. 

I carried Nia to the base, I struggled to place her down and Dean with an act of kindness aided me, he didn’t take over he just helped and I was thankful for it. He then took a step back as I doused Nia’s body with salt and the gasoline. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver zippo style lighter - it was Nia’s lighter, the one I had bought for her on her birthday when she turned 21. I had it engraved with the words. ‘Smoking is bad for you. You're a pain in the ass. Try not to lick anymore window glass.’ I took the lighter. It seemed fitting to do it with this. As I flicked the lighter a flame appeared. I watched the mix of blue and amber dance together. 

“I promise I will avenge you Ni…” And with that I threw the lighter onto the wood and flames roared to life as they ate up her body. 

Dean pulled me close, both of our eyes were red…

“Has your past got something to do with Nia’s death?” Dean asked me to break the silence.

“Yes…”

We stayed with Nia for a good twenty minutes and then headed back to the car. My walking pace was faster than Deans.

“Actaeon as in the wind, we need to rethink how we are going to do this.” Dean suggested softly. 

“How I’m going to rethink this.” I said stopping and turning to face him.  

“Nik, you can’t do this one alone.” Dean replied, coming to a halt.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I can’t do this alone? You should know me better than anyone Dean, that if I’m told I can’t do something I will do the opposite.” I argued raising my voice.

“You’ll get yourself killed!” Dean snapped.

“Then so be it! I just had the last shred of normality ripped away from me.” I shouted back.

“You want to end up like Nia? You want it to be where it’s me and Sam burning your body? Is this what you're aiming for? You are the best thing that happened to me Nikki and I’m going to bloody make sure you're still around. If Nia’s death is connected to your past then you need to fill me in. Even if it's just the basics.” 

“You know the basics Dean. I was in a foster home when I was fourteen, I met you and Sam a couple years later.” I replied bringing my tone of voice back to its softer tone of voice.

“Why were you in that foster home though?” 

“Because I ran away from what I thought was my home. Because I wanted no connection with my past and coming to America was the best way to do that. Because I wanted to forget what I was being turned into, but when it’s drilled into you 24/7 for almost a decade you don’t know any different!” I ranted.

Every time I spoke Dean inched closer to me and by the time I had finished speaking we were face to face, I had told him too much. I let my emotions get the better of me. He pulled me closer and kissed me hard but full of love and passion, he held my face in his hands. But while he was doing that I had another idea in mind, I reached into my jacket pocket and held onto a set of handcuffs that I shoved in there earlier, and with a grip on the metal restraint I slowly pulled them out quietly so I wouldn’t be caught.  

“I am so sorry.” I whispered as I pulled away from Dean. 

I quickly attached one cuff to his wrist, maneuvering around so I stood behind him. I grabbed his other hand and cuffed that one as well. A look of disbelief was plastered over Dean's face. 

“Nik? What are you doing?” He asked cautiously, spinning back around to face me.

“I have to find him D…I have to send that son of a bitch to rot back in hell. He killed my sister…” I replied with tears falling down my features once more. I cried more times today then I had ever done in the past. 

“Revenge is a dangerous road to go down. You told me that.” Dean pleaded. 

“I don’t want you to see the things I’m going to do.” I said plainly. 

“Please when this is over I hope you forgive me.” I added and punched him in the face with such force I knocked him clean out. 

As Dean fell backwards I fished my phone from my pocket. Dialling Crowley’s number he picked immediately.

“Fawn pleasant surprise.”

“Where can I find him?” I asked, looking back over my shoulder still seeing Dean passed out. 

“Like I said you don’t find Actaeon.”

“Then point me in the right direction Crowley…” I snapped.

“Fine, fine.” 

The phone line went dead but however he appeared at my side. Peering over my shoulder he saw Dean still unconscious; he pulled a sarcastic face. 

“Dean will wake up with a headache and nothing more.” I told him.

“If you say so.” 

“Anyway, so like I have mentioned time and time again, you don’t find Actaeon. But I can point you in the right direction. Head over to this address. You're looking for a sweet thing called Kandy. And by sweet I mean fickle and conniving."

“So just normal demon behaviour? So this Kandy she works for Actaeon?” I replied sarcastically raising an eyebrow.

“Your reputation precedes you Miss Callahan…”

“Nobody calls me that now…”

“You really think a change in last name and moving to another country would keep you safe?” Crowley asked.

“It worked well so far…”

“Do Moose and Squirrel know of your past?” 

“No and it stays that way. Do you hear me?” I almost shouted back.

Crowley put both of his hands up in surrender. “Alright Fawn I won’t say a word.”  

Still holding my phone I threw it on the ground making sure it smashed in the process, I couldn't have Sam nor Dean track me. This would be my fight. Satisfied that my phone no longer worked I walked over to Baby knowing that putting a knife in her tires would definitely end my relationship with the unconscious hunter so instead I took the dust caps off letting the air out. I needed that small head start before Dean came around. I took off the two thigh holsters and left one of my weapons on the ground near the impala. I wanted to use it as a sign to Dean that I would come back.

I turned to Crowley. “Let’s go.” Holding one of my guns, sliding out the magazine and checking the chamber, and then tucking it into the waistband of my jeans hiding it with my jacket.

Crowley got me to where I needed to be, Omaha Nebraska to be exact. I was currently looking at this small bar located down this alleyway, standing in a small puddle I turned to look at Crowley. “This is where this Kandy is?” I asked.

“Correct Fawn, this is the end of the line in where I shall be assisting you. Good luck.”

“I know you didn’t have to help me, but thank you.” I replied.

Holding my head high I entered the small bar, this time there were actual people inside which was a good sign, as I approached the counter I took note of the bartender cleaning glasses. She was around 5ft5, bubblegum pink hair with bright blue eyes. Her makeup was full and her false eyelashes were one of the most standout features, she stood out. “Hi Sugar, what can I get you.” She asked in a southern accent.

“Whiskey neat please.”   

The bartender picked up a clean glass and put it on the counter bending down to get a bottle of whiskey and poured a generous helping into the glass. She nudged it forward. Taking the glass I brought it to my lips and took a sip, pausing for a moment appreciating the taste I placed it back onto the counter. 

“What’s a sweet thing like you doing in a place like this?” The bartender asked me in her southern drawl.

“Could ask you the same question?” I countered.

“Well I work here sugar. What's your excuse?” 

I took another sip of my drink enjoying the burn. “I’m looking for someone.”

“I make it my business to know everything and everyone about this city.” 

“Do you know where I can find someone called Kandy?” I asked tracing the rim of the glass with my finger.

“Well you're looking at her. Now are you a friendly hunter or do I need to get my friends over there involved?” She asked pointing to some of the bar patrons as her eyes flickered to black and then back to the radiant blue.

I turned to look over my shoulder seeing the potential demons by the door.

“If you don’t give me a reason to shoot you then I’m a friendly hunter I shall be.” I replied, flashing her a smile. 

“I’m told you work for Actaeon, do you know where I can find him?”

Kandy let out a chuckle and leaned towards me. “I sure do. But why would I go against him? I mean Actaeon keeps me safe from the likes of your kind.”

“You know how I said before that I wouldn’t shoot you, you're now starting to give me a reason to.” I told the pink hair demon giving her a wink. 

I downed the rest of my drink and slammed it on the counter. “Unless you want a bullet in between your eyes. I know, I know it won’t kill you but I’m pretty sure I can get hold of an angel blade that will. Actaeon may have protected you from other hunters but he won’t be able to keep you safe from me…” I added in a sickly sweet voice. 

“And there is the person that I’ve heard so much about.” Kandy said with a chuckle.

After that moment a bag covered my head and I was restrained. I struggled in the grip that held onto my tight. Kicking my legs trying in any attempt to break free from my captors. “Let me go!” I attempted in a muffled shout. As I was moved into another part of the bar I was forced into a seated position, I then had my arms tied behind my back to the back of the chair. 

“Well, well, well” Said an unknown male voice. 

[fan-with-issues]

You're My Home Sweet Home. (Nikki x Tommy)

Requested by @saint-of-los-angeles 💖

(Sorry this took way longer then it should have)

Also shout out to @triplehaitches & @malibubarbievince for helping me and giving me ideas on this, I owe you guys one :)

(Warning: homophobic slurs)

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The 1980s, the worst fucking decade in human history. preppies and keyboards, stupid haircuts, jazzercise and “Just Say No”, it all fucking sucked. So what do you do when you’re born in the wrong timeline?

You make it yours.

And that’s what we did to the Sunset Strip. people flooded the streets trying to get in to the world's famous Whiskey a Go Go and inside was where the party was at. Strippers dancing around the pole some of them half naked, people making out with others they probably just met, and the rest drinking like it’s the end of the world. And that’s what I was doing at this very moment, chasing down the end of the bottle of my fourth Jack Daniels.  

Vince was nowhere to be seen, probably getting head by some random chick in the bathroom. Mick went home early, and Tommy was sitting at a booth with groupies surrounding him, and that’s what really ticked me off. One groupie kept caresing her fingers on his chest and I swear it took every fiber in me to not grab him and drag him out to an ally and make him scream like there’s no tomorrow.

But here I am, drinking my feelings I have for him away like I do with the rest of my problems. I have no idea when I started having feelings for him but I know it was when we started going big. the way he was so enthusiastic about random things, how easily he fell in love, the way he played the drums with such passion. Everyday I was falling for him, he was just so irresistible and perfect in every aspect in my eyes. But I could never have him for the fact that he was straight.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard a loud noise coming from the other end of the bar. When I looked over to see what the loud noise was I saw Tommy getting cornered by three big guys.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Anger boiled inside of me and before you know it, I was in front of Tommy putting my arm in front of him. “Well look what we have here boys, this faggot here has himself a boyfriend.” one of the guys said with a smirk.

“Look what we have here, a guy whose brain is smaller than their dick.” I said back, now smirking at the guy.

I could see the anger building up inside of him but I didn't care, all I cared about was protecting Tommy and him only.

"Listen why don't you fuck off before things get nasty." I said, ready to punch the daylights out of these fuckers.

"Or what? What are you and your little sex toy faggot behind you gonna do? Your slut gonna suck us off while you fuck him from behind?" The guy said, laughter coming from two of the others.

And that's what did it for me.

I punched him square in the face and everything was hell loose from there. Bottles were thrown around, people screaming, and bruises were made. It got so bad to the point where 5 police cars showed up, which is how it got me to being handcuffed along with Tommy. You're probably wondering why he got arrested as well, let's just say once you piss one off, you piss of another. I mean, they don't call us Terror Twins for nothing.

The car ride to the police station was filled with nothing but silence and with the occasion of me and Tommy receiving secret glances and smiles from eachother.

As we entered into the police station they booked us in, took our mugshot, than got changed into their shitty ass clothes. After that we got put in the same cell, I think the police woman said something but I didn't pay attention to a damn word she said.

Me and Tommy both sat down on a metal bench, neither of us saying nothing to one another, silence being the only thing around us until Tommy broke it.

"Why'd you do that?" He asked, still not looking at me.

"Do what?" I asked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Protect me, back there. You didn't have to." He said, looking down at his lap.

"Just instincts I guess," I said shrugging my shoulders, "I guess when I saw you were in trouble I sorta just felt this thing or rather something telling me to protect you, sounds cliche I know but it's true." I told him sheepishly.

He finally looks at me, his dark brown eyes meeting my green ones. I felt him sneak his hand at the bottom of mine and lace them together, never daring to keep his eyes off me.

"Yeah but still, I could've defended myself, it wouldn't be the first." He says the last part to himself, I have to ask him about that later.

"I know that. It's just that," I hesitate.

"It's just what? Nikki you can tell me anything, whatever it is I'm here for you,"  he looks down at our intertwined hands, "I'm here for you for as long as you need me to." He said.

"It's just that- fuck Tommy," I took a deep breath, "I love you." I said finally.

He looks at my blankly before smiling at me sweetly.

"Well I love you too, bro" He said.

…

I mentally slap myself.

Tommy for Jesus fuck sake.

"No- I mean- fuck Tommy why do you gotta make this so difficult." I said, pulling away from our intertwined hands and heding my face with both of my hands.

Seconds pass before I feel him pull my hands away from my face. I look at him, and before I can register anything.

He kisses me.

His soft lips meeting my slightly chapped ones. His kiss doesn't feel like the ones I usually receive, no, this one is filled with love, care, and passion.

Something I haven't truly received from anyone in a long time.

We pull away from each other, both of us breathless.

"You taste like whiskey."

"Oh fuck you."

"Maybe once we get out of here you can."

We both laugh. He pulls me against his chest, running his hands through my hair while rubbing my back gently.

We stay like this for the rest of the night, police look at us weirdly while walking past our cell but we both didn't care.

I felt safe in his arms.

I felt at home in his arms.

He was my home sweet home.

Something I thought I can never achieve or have until now.

[writing-wolf]

The Day He Loved Red

Summary: Mac meets someone from his old high school. Turns out that's also his high school crush. Kinda. Yeah.

Words: 1,658.

Warning(s): Nah. It's maybe excessively fluffy, but uh, yeah, you know me.

Angus MacGyver was Blue. No, not in a melodramatic way. Mac was Blue. Just Blue. He was a refreshing cool spring day, the sloshing sound of water in a glass, and the feeling of piercing, icy eyes staring into your soul. 

Angus MacGyver hated red. The colour red symbolised pain, fire, and most of all, it resembled Nikki. It symbolised the thick cloud of lust and emotion he used to feel for her, the dark sheets they used to make love under. It symbolised the burning sensation of his breaking heart when she betrayed him. Red used to be the colour of love, now it only brought Mac pain. 

The first time MacGyver meets you is in high school. You’re red. A small, bright red streak in a world of dark greys and browns. Yet Mac, as naive as a young, scrawny boy can be (yes, apparently even people with an IQ over 140 can be naive, when presented with the appropriate dose of hormones and the lack of understanding of the opposite sex), barely spares you a second glance. He walks away from the beautifully unique, intelligent girl with her large glasses and her remarkably large forest of bright red hair. Mac goes on with his life. So do you. 

In the same year, both you and Mac graduate. Mac is 17, you are 16. You’re not a lot smarter than Mac, and probably not nearly as ‘creative’ when it comes to old metal scraps and machinery, but your intelligence leans more to the 'socially acceptable’ side of the wackiness that is the school system. Because while Mac is a 'homo universalis’, you assume his lack of interest in literature and theory explain why he graduates only a year earlier than the common student (not that you love theory, you’ve just been a little more subtle in your endeavours to obtain knowledge. Incinerating mopeds has never really fit in the school’s curriculum). 

While you’re giving your graduation speech, Mac can’t help but notice the way the wispy strands of your hair sway with the wind, like flames dancing in the dark night sky. With the confidence of a young, scrawny boy on hormones, Angus MacGyver represses this short moment of infatuation. It’s the last time he’ll see you anyway. 

Fate never works as one thinks it will, and in true fashion, you and Mac have the chance to meet again. This time, by the hands of Patricia Thornton (she swears your recruitment has nothing to do with your history with Mac, but fooling a not-so naive, not-so scrawny young man has proven to be a little trickier than necessary). When Jack and his younger partner arrive at the Phoenix Foundation a little more injured than usual, Patricia announces the need for a medical expert (because although Mac is a genius, he also has the annoying urge to protect everyone, but himself). Even though Mac tries to argue that his method of 'first aid’ works fine until they get to the hospital, both Patty and Riley are fed up with trying not to blow their cover after each mission. 

Mac reluctantly agrees. Reluctantly. Maybe less reluctantly after seeing your picture. Maybe, just maybe, his heart skips a beat. 

The following Monday, you seem to already be setting up your little doctor’s office when Mac arrives. He doesn’t say it, but you’ve definitely grown more beautiful, more red. One might even say you’re Red now. The youngest member of the Phoenix Foundation would agree. Yet, upon seeing you so Red, Mac’s afraid. It has barely been six months since Nikki’s betrayal, and hurt enters his barely healed heart again. 

It takes a moment for you to notice him standing in the doorway, and it takes another moment for you to recognise him as the lanky salutatorian. There’s no doubt Mac has grown to be really handsome, but you hope he still has those nerdy qualities that made him stand out in high school. You also hope Bozer’s still around (it was hard not to notice the bubbly persona standing next to your high school crush). 

It feels weird. You've missed years of each other's life, but one shy look in his eyes guarantees you that it's not going to be long before you're falling head over heels in love with him again.

“Hi, I'm Jamie. You're Angus MacGyver, right?” you ask, but it's only out of courtesy. Of course you remember Mac. He's the scrawny kid who incinerated a moped, and that's just something you can't forget. However, you're not sure he remembers you (but oh boy, does he).

“Yeah. Call me Mac though, never liked the name Angus. You're the valedictorian with the bright red hair?”

“I am,” you admit, smiling coyly. You're somehow glad he still remembers you. 

“Graduated at 16, five years at med school, worked in UCLA for four years?” 

“Nope, UCSF for three, UCLA for one. You graduated at 17, MIT for three—no two years, EOD for three, then DXS?” you shoot back.

“Yup. You looked into my file, didn't you?”

“No comment.”

Turns out, your services are very much required, to Mac's spite. During a particularly hectic mission, in which they have to improvise an operation on Ralph, the so-called accountant of an organisation named D-77, you're called in a hurry.

“Mac. Please tell me you're calling because you want to say hello, and not because there's currently an unconscious accountant lying in the trunk after he got shot?”

“I'm so sorry Doc, but we need you. Now.” 

A normal person in a normal situation would probably panic, but, since this isn't a normal situation, and you are, by all means, not just a normal person, you try to quickly compose yourself, before giving Mac the necessary instructions. 

Mac thanks you afterwards, when he gets back home. More specifically, with a hug (both of you will, if asked, deny that the hug lasts a little too long, that Mac's hand is a little too low on your back to be strictly platonic, and that the sexual tension is suffocating in such a small room).

For safety reasons, Bozer decides that, after finally obtaining Riley's entire phone number, Mac should have yours. Obviously, just in case something happens. 

Over the next couple of weeks, the both of you share cute anecdotes, discuss 'sciencey things (as Jack calls it)', and of course you ask him about his physical health after tough missions. Mac spends a lot more time talking to you, and although Jack tends to complain a little about him not living in the present, the older man is secretly a little happy to see Mac having a stable relationship with a woman again, after Nikki. 

Nikki however, in her glorious red glow, re-enters everyone's lives rather quickly. Only this time, she's one of the good guys again. As expected, Mac's inclined to believe Nikki, and give her a second chance. Jack shakes his head in disappointment when she returns; yes, he'd be happy for Mac in any other given situation, but this is Nikki. Even if she's working for the CIA, she's betrayed and confused his teammate more than he really needs to be confused and betrayed. He just hoped she'd be gone for longer than this.

Mac lets Nikki kiss him again, whilst patching up her wound. He really wants to believe her words, love her like he used to. He just can't. Not anymore. So he kisses her back, thinking that maybe, maybe, he can learn to love her shade of red again.

Nikki gets framed and arrested by Patricia, and for a brief moment, she looks back. She wants to scream at Mac, wants to tell him none of this is true. He'll figure it out on his own though, but she shivers at the look of betrayal in his eyes. Again. So when Patricia Thornton's lies are discovered, she smiles, almost laughs. No more lies.

She kisses Mac again, when it's all over. Her lust and the heat of the moment made her forget back then, but she feels it now. Through his kiss, she knows she's lost him. 

Nikki promises Mac that they'll take it one step at a time. They both know they won't. 

She steps out of the room and her eyes meet yours. As Nikki walks down the corridor, she pats your shoulder.

“He's all yours,” she murmurs, ignoring the slight blush on your cheeks. She's a fighter, but a fight against Eros is a fight long lost. 

It takes another two years, 78 missions, 1502 text messages and seven experimental dates (and by experimental, I mean experimenting in the love department, as well as blowing things up in the name of science, because, well, nerds), but you get there eventually. 

On the night of the fourth of January, 2018, you two lie on Mac's DIY self-heating mat, watching the meteor shower. Mac's arm is wrapped around you while you're cuddling, head on his chest. 

“You know, Nikki told me something, back when Thornton was arrested. She said: ‘He's all yours.’ I wonder if she knew that this would happen,” you say.

“I think everyone knew, at least before we did.”

“We're stupid, aren't we? We've known each other since high school, and yet we don't realise we love each other until we're both adults!” you laugh. Mac turns to look at you for a moment, before capturing the moment, and you, in a sweet, breathtaking kiss. His soft lips touch yours gently as he goes in for another one, and then another one. He moves slowly, as if you were the most fragile, precious thing in the entire world. As if you were his world. You are.

“What was that for?” you ask him, still panting slightly. Mac only smiles. Oh, how he loves the Red of your lips, your hair, your cheeks. Oh, how he loves you. 

“Making up for lost time, sweetheart.”

Aight people! 

It took me a while, but I finished it! I think MacGyver isn't the most popular TV show out there, but I like it. So, if you do read it, tell me what you think of it! Send me comments, asks, requests, shtuff...

Have a lovely day!

[karma2u]

just a lil’ story I wrote

I wrote like?? a story??? based on how Tygr and Charles met n stuff... I wrote it pretty late at night but I Cant be bothered to proofread rn. . .

A pub sat in the heart of the town. the black and blue colours both inside and outside of the worn down place gave the building a clam mood, yet anyone who had been inside knew most left with the same colours. someone approached the building, her hood covered her face, but the iconic jacket was easy to recognise at this point in her life. she wore black boots to her knees, which were covered with dark red knee pads- metal. she had grey trousers tucked into her boots, which has blue arrows either side of them. she wore a dark red crop top, despite the cold, snowy weather that would have told her to wrap up. there was a choker around her neck that had a blue bead at her throat, normally an uncomfortable accessory for others, but she had worn it so long she no longer felt it there. her hair was messy and only just went past her chin, and had been styled to cover her eyes. the colour was dark red, then faded down to light pink by the bottom, and her hidden eyes were green with black sclera. the black hood over her head was lead by black bars with gold hoops are the end, and a purple piece of cloth between each of them gave the look of wings. the sleeves ended with straps at her elbows, and on her left arm three gold bangles rested on her wrists. as she walked closer to the pub, she seemed to murmur to a black shape as it poked it's green-eyed head from her coat, orange horns glowing in the night. it floated out of the jacket, wrapping itself around her neck snugly, closing it's eyes to feign sleep. this was Tygr, and the shape was Kagayaku, her brother-like daemon. she walked into the pub, and took her seat on a stool by the bar. the bartender was a young man with long black hair. his bangs were neatly center parted, and the rest was tied in a ponytail with a white ribbon. his eyes were brown, and despite the rugged look of the bar, his face was friendly, cleanly shaved, but not quite handsome. his outfit consisted of a white shirt, neatly buttoned up, and a black tailcoat, the torn off sleeves contrasting the well-pressed look, and should someone look behind the bar his trousers were black, as were his shoes. he leaned against the shelves of bottles, cleaning a glass that was kept just to clean when no customers were being served. "oi. joss. i' here." Tygr said, her voice resembling a laugh. the bartender smiled, standing up straight only to lean on the counter, careful to keep his elbows off of the beer mats, swirling the clean glass like it has a liquid inside. "ID?" he asked, glancing to the side. Tygr reached into her jacket, only to flash her empty palm. Joss nodded, his eyes scanning as if reading, then stood up and reached behind the bar, taking out a clear bottle, pouring out a glass and handing it over. "back in town then? Aug' giving you a bad time?" he asked, rolling up his sleeves. "marc wanted ta see him. can't stand sight of 'is face, so here's forgetting where i am." she answered, raising the glass and brushing back her messy short hair while she sipped it, scuffing it up again when she put the glass down. she ran her fingertip around the rim of the glass, biting her tongue. "so do you know why he wants to see Aug'?" "never. marc knows i hate 'im too. but i guess it's nice bein' here again." Tygr shrugged, leaning back on her stool, holding the side of the bar to stabilise herself. "always a treat seeing you here as well. the regulars get boring." Joss smirked. "oh, speaking of which. Carl's been bailed out if you want a fight." he clicked his fingers, eyes flicking over to look at a rugged looking man in the back of the pub. Tygr played with the piercings in her lips, staring at the man. his eyes darted around, but nodded when he made eye contact. Tygr rolled her shoulders but turned back around to look at Joss, shaking her head "yeah, well. not in the mood for that." she sighed, taking a chug from her glass. Joss shrugged, and put his cleaning glass behind the counter, taking out a shot glass and pouring some of the bottled drink in it, sipping it lightly. a man at the end of the bar watched as he did so, standing up and pulling his stool to sit at Tygr's right hand side. he glanced at him, taking in his appearance- she'd come to recognise all of the regulars in the pub, and he certainly wasn't one. he wore a brown hat over his head, with a grey ribbon around the base. his hair was a dirty blond- the left side was cut short, and the right side of his bangs were shoulder-length and wrapped around his chin naturally. he had an eyepatch on his left eye- in fact, the left side of his face had a darker skin tone to th rest of his face- a burn scar, Tygr guessed. the eye she could see was dark green, and despite his youth seemed aged. he wore a double-breasted coat- the main body was blue, but the piece on the front was light blue, as were the sleeves and the rim of the coat. the sleeves were folded up to his elbows, and two gold shoulder pads rested at his sides. his forearms had what looked like brown guards on them, and his right hand had a bracelet with brown wooden beads on it. through the middle of his coat there were three card houses- diamond, spade, and at the bottom, club. between the spade and club was a brown belt at his waist, with a heart buckle. he had two necklaces- a long one with wooden beats in a similar style to his bracelet, and a shorter necklace decorated with a single yellow bead. his trousers were dark grey with a white circle on each of the knees, and two white smaller circles beneath it. his shoes were simple brown ones. Tygr looked back up to his face, and he was smirking... Tygr had the sudden urge to punch a wall. "done?" he asked with an accent she couldn't recognise. she reached back her fist and went in to punch him before she'd even realise what she was doing, but he quickly caught her fist before it could make contact with his face, still smirking "careful sweetie." 'great. he really is another Marcus.' Tygr thought, quickly pulling back her fist, making the man fall on the floor. he stood up and brushed himself off, sitting on his stood again. "I'll have a whisky." the man waved, turning back to Tygr as joss went to pour his drink "look, i dont want you to get the wrong idea. ah, restart. hi, I'm Charles, I'm new around here if you can't tell. and you are?" he asked, holding out a hand "Tygr. tie-gur. got it?" Tygr nodded, shaking his hand, then pulling him off his stool again "law one of Sochanara, shaking hands isn't a thing." "Sochanara? August just calls this place wales." Charles chuckled, sitting back down. "wow. ok, you never read a textbook. wales became Sochanara when the four rebirthed the land, just like how the rest of the land changed it's name." tygr explained. "you from Baurenku? Kalthurpa?" Tger asked, swirling her glass "Kalthurpa's the closest place. I'm American." Charles shrugged. Tygr jolted, crushing the glass in her fist, staring at Charles. he only laughed "what, you didn't hear?" "a-mer-ican..." she said slowly, then turned to joss as he put a glass of whisky in front of Charles, who nodded in thanks, taking a sip "yeah, i know right? 'guilds doing this whole program right now, apparently The One's heir is American, so they've sent potential heirs over to find out who The One's chosen." joss explained "i would have thought The Second would have told you." he laughed, getting a second glass from behind the counter, putting it on the counter "two doesn't tell me anything nowadays." Tygr sighed, grabbing the bottle itself and drinking straight from it, ignoring the glass and downing half of what was left "maybe he really has changed his heir to 'Aug." joss laughed, but Tygr seemed to ignore his comment. Charles just watched the two, finishing off his glass, then standing up "well, I'll be off." Charles smiled "put it on August's tab." he said, turning around, before Tygr snatched his hat, puling her hood down and putting it on her head instead "if it's Tin's tab, you're buying me drinks." Tygr smiled. Charles stared in shock for a moment, then smiled and sat back down again, ruffling his hair a little. "whatever you say sweetie." Charles smiled, resting his head in his hand, elbow on the bar "you got a partner?" "open relation. we're together, but we do what we want, with who we want. consenting, of course." Tygr explained "why?" "just saying, you're pretty hot." Charles smiled. Tygr laughed, then kicked his stool over. Charles stood up again and brushed himself off "say that again and you want be saying anything." Tygr growled. "sorry, sorry. just messing with you, i wanted to know how you'd react. knowing how people react to that is a good indication as to what kind of person they are." "and i am?" "stubborn, don't take anything from nobody, probably had a violent background. owns a high-maintenance pet. bi?" "pan." "close." the two were quiet for a minute, finishing their drinks. "so, you wanted to talk to me?" Charles murmured "yeah. how do you know augustine?" "how do you?" "i asked first." "fine. the guild, i believe you call it? they said we could stay with him, and he agreed. nice guy." Charles explained "and by we, i mean me, Winstone, and his daughter KT. adopted, she is." "alright then. I've known him a while. I'm a big deal in Sonekama and he want's my, place, so we're somewhat rivals." Tygr shrugged "... don't tell him this, but yeah, outside of his ego he's not a bad guy. he's helped Nikky a lot." Tygr whispered. "Nikky? you mean Niko, the inventor?" "yeah. used to have a thing for him, but i like Ari and i didn't want to get in their way. ever met Ari?" "she's been mentioned. what about bass?" "bass? she's sweet. spends a lot of time with some guy from the guild." Tygr shrugged, then glared at Charles "there seem to be a lot of questions coming from you right now." "throw on at me." "what's it like? where you live? what did you do?" Tygr asked "i wouldn't usually care, but in this case, you seem interesting." "not any better than here really, 'cept instead of trying to fight to survive, you earn to survive. i own a casino." Charles shrugged "you know what a casino is? you gamble there. huge building, just for that. you meet a lot of people, and those who you don't like you can make them lose. makes one feel in control." he explained, turning to look down at the counter. he shook his head, looking up again. Tygr stared at him a moment, somewhat confused at his expression, but shrugged it off. "joss! shots?" Tygr demanded. joss laughed "wondered how long it'll take you to ask." he said, taking out two glasses and two bottles from being the counter. he opened the bottles, then bowed "I'm going to the back. start a fight, i need the bet money." he smiled, taking out two boxes, one labelled 'Tygr' and another 'x' and putting them on the side, then followed his word and walked through a door in the back of the bar. Charles looked at the boxes and laughed "you have your own box?" "told you I'm a big deal." Tygr smiled, pouring herself a shot, and Charles did the same. "alright, shot one." Charles clapped his hands, then undid a button on his coat and reached inside, pulling out a pouch. he took out a few coins, putting them in the 'x' box "oh, I'm flattered. take me now." Tygr said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. Charles laughed "well, maybe when  I've seen you fight I'll put more money on you." he responded, blowing a kiss. Tygr leaned away from it's direction. "ok, so with every shot you're putting a quan in a box, then we each ask a question. sound fair?" Tygr asked "yeah, sure. sounds like a drinker's way of knowing each other, that's for sure. alright, what's with the bracelets?" Charles asked "not even Marcus knows that, let alone you. what's with the guards?" Tygr responded. "you've already asked if it sounded fair, sweetie." Charles smirked, before the two took their second shot. Charles put another quan in the 'x' box, then slammed the glass down. "alright. are you a human, mystic, or hybrid?" "mystic. Kagayaku’s my daemon." she answered, gesturing at the creature still wrapped around her neck. "and you?" "human. we dont have anything else in America. didn't even know people like that existed." shot three. box 'x'. "so do you know about the four? about madam death?" Tygr asked "now that I'm in Sonakama. have you met any of them?" "I'm two's heir, and my metaphorical sibling is madam death's kid." four 'x' "metaphorical?" Charles was the first to ask "Two and Madam death were together when they were human. and as Two's heir, I'm his adopted daughter. alright, here's my question. why did you stick around for drinks with me?" "you seem interesting. most girls are scared of a face like this in my town. and the men aren't interested." ... empty bottle. 'Tygr'. "you want another drink?" the two asked at once. "heck yeah." they answered, them sighed when the realised joss was already in the back. behind them, a man stood up, tapping Tygr on the shoulder. Tygr turned around, then smiled. "Charles! move the tables, get the bets." Tygr clapped, standing up. Kagayaku uncurled himself from her neck, saying something quietly, then floating and lying on the bar counter. Charles laughed and followed Tygr’s instructions as she took off her jacket, putting it onto the stool and stretching, Carl doing the same. ... with everything organised, Charles sat in his stool, folding his arms and smirking, then raised a hand "alright you two, UN DEUX TROIS go!" he shouted, and instantly Carl was knocked to the floor with a punch to the eye from Tygr. he kicked at Tygr's ankles, knocking at one of them but she hopped away on her other foot. Carl stood up and aimed a punch at her, but she easily leaned out of the way, so he tried another, and once again she dodged it, repeating several times, until out of frustration Tygr head-butted with carl. he staggered, the tried for one more punch. Tygr caught it, squeezing and crushing his hand. he yelled, then pulled back his fist before she could let go, kneeing her in the stomach when she was close enough. she yelped at the sudden pain, then wrapped her other arm around his waist and let herself fall on the floor, dragging him with her. she pushed him off, making sure to stand on him as she stood up. "given up yet?" Tygr asked, but in response carl tried to stand, making Tygr jump off so he could. this time, he tried to swing a kick. Tygr jumped back, and he lost his balance before Tygr grabbed his ankle. "oh. ok... you know what I'm bored now." Tygr sighed. she took a step to the side, then, holding onto his ankle with both hands, swung Carl around to slam him to the ground "one, two three, four, five!" she smiled, holding a hand out to Charles "... that was it?" he laughed, taking her hand, but she pulled it away "not your hand, the box." "... wha?" "the box. money in my box is for me, the 'x' for joss." Tygr smirked "oh." Charles laughed "anyways, we'd better go. I'm still pretty sober but i wanna surprise tin by bringing you back." she smirked.

[the--blackdahlia]

Too Young to Fall in Love Chapter 28 (Dirt!Nikki x Reader)

Title: Too Young to Fall in Love 28

Summary: Nikki Sixx was a hard partying musician on the strip. He never expected to fall in love with anyone, until a girl knocked on his dressing room door looking for a ride home and took his breath away. Just like everything else Nikki did; the drugs, the money, the music; Nikki went hard with love. (Y/n) Bass never expected the bassist of Motley Crue to be the one to shake her calm and calculated life up. She had a plan. Graduate school, become an epic producer, and watch from behind the scenes as her brother’s band rose to fame. Nikki and (Y/n) were perfect for each other, too bad her brother, Tommy, didn’t think so.

Series warnings:  Smut (18+ Please), drug use, language, referenced miscarriage, drug overdose, mentioned attempted suicide, out of character moments for everyone in the band, the timeline might be a little screwy but it’s fanfiction! I know nothing of music production and my medical knowledge is really screwy, so it won’t be accurate.

Special shout out to @flamencodiva

AN: Play this song for this chapter: If I Close My Eyes Forever by Lita Ford & Ozzy Osbourne

Tommy, Heather and (Y/n) were sitting at the dinner table, eating some food Heather had picked up on her way home. (Y/n) tried to put on a brave smile, but she was missing Nikki. She would look at Tommy and wondered if the other terror twin was doing alright, if he missed her. The conversations flowed slowly and painfully. There was a slight strain to Tommy and Heathers relationship. Mostly from the drugs and alcohol abuse, Heather working and Tommy on tour. Plus (Y/n) knew what usually went on on those tours, she remembered the stories. (Y/n) was about to say something when something caught her attention to the TV.

“This is a sad day in heavy metal. We have unconfirmed reports that Motley Crue bassist Nikki Sixx has died.” The woman on the TV said. (Y/n) dropped the fork she was holding and took deep breaths, trying to calm herself. Heather’s hand went to her mouth as she gasped and Tommy scooted away from the TV.

“No!” Tommy breathed. “No, no, no, no….” he ran his hands through his hair and looked at (Y/n). All the things he said to Nikki, all the times he remembered how happy Nikki was over the girl that he would find out was his sister. The way Nikki would stay clean sometimes for his dates. He ruined it all, and now it was too late.

Before Tommy or Heather could react, (Y/n) was up, running towards the door. Tommy jumped up and grabbed his sisters arms, holding her in place. She thrashed, trying to get out of his arms, working herself up as tears tumbled down her cheeks.

“Let me go! Let me go!” She cried. “Thomas Lee Bass you let me go!” Her knees started to give way and Tommy helped her get to the ground safely.

“(Y/n) he wouldn't be home, you know that,” Tommy whispered as he held her close. “Let's just wait and see it could be a mistake just like the report about you and Bret.” he tried to make her see reason even though his own mind was racing with the worst thoughts.

“He died thinking I didn’t love him anymore!” She cried, holding on to Tommy. “I love him so much Tommy. I love him so much…”

Tommy said nothing. He wasn't sure if he should tell her that Nikki never stopped loving her too. That he saw the women that came in and out of his room all looking like her. How he kept calling them her name. How sometimes Nikki would pick up the phone to call her, but would hang up and reach for the Jack instead.

“He knows, (Y/n) I’m sure he knows.” he hoped it was true. The phone was ringing. Tommy knew it was Vince or Mick, but right then, they could just fuck off. His sister was in the middle of his living room having a nervous breakdown over Nikki. He couldn’t give two shits about Vince or Mick right then. Heather knew this and decided to answer the phone and talk to them herself. Tommy just held onto his sister while she sobbed.

“Nikki…” (Y/n) cried into her brothers chest. “Please come back…”

*******

Pulling off the IV Nikki got dressed and stormed out of the hospital.

“Sir!” a nurse called. “Sir, please you need to get back into bed.”

“I’m checking myself out, I’m fine.” he grumbled as he made his way out of the hospital. The nurse wanted to make him stay, but she couldn’t. He wanted to check himself out and they couldn’t force him to stay. He looked like a zombie, making his way back home, to the place he had once shared with her. He locked the door behind him and went to his answering machine.

“Hey this is Nikki. I can’t come to the phone because I’m dead.” He grumbled into it. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He needed to shoot up again. As he got ready to, the doorbell rang. Nikki wasn’t going to answer it, but something kept telling him to. Putting the needle down, he made his way to the door.

Opening it, there stood (Y/n).

“Oh my god!” She cried. “You’re alive!” She wrapped her arms around him.

Nikki closed his eyes, he was sure he was hallucinating, but she felt so real. “I think I am.” he muttered. “But you’re here, so I’m not sure.”

“I’m here.” She told him. “My brother is probably freaking out looking for me. I just left his house without a notice. But I had to come...I had to make sure you were still alive...” She cupped his face gently, watching him relax into the touch before he knew what he was doing.

Nikki pushed her away some, “You should go. Your fiance is probably worried about you too.” he muttered and turned away from her. His heart broke at the words.

“My fian...Nikki, I’m not getting married.” She told him. “My necklace, the one you got me, it broke and he took it to be fixed for me.” She showed him the necklace. Bret had brought it back home when she got home from work, good as new. She had put it on immediately, feeling weird without it. “I don’t love him. I…” She looked away.

“It’s ok, I know he makes you happy,” Nikki gave her a sad smiled before grazing his thumb across her cheek. “You should go… I’ll be ok… promise.”

“He doesn’t make me happy okay!” She called out, finally letting her emotions out. “I keep seeing you wherever I go! I’m sure I’ve called him your name a few times. I don’t want to marry him! I don’t love him! I love you Nikki!” She didn’t realize the tears were falling down her face until they hit bare skin. “I love you…” She whispered.

Closing his eyes he pulled her in and kissed her. His lips on hers sending a jolt of electricity through him. If he had needed something to live for, this was it. Her fingers raked through her hair as his arm pulled her close. A soft moan escaped her lips as he held her close.

“Nikki…” She whispered when they broke apart.

“I’m sorry,” he pushed back. “You’re with Bret… I shouldn’t have… you should go.” he muttered and turned away from her, his own tears flowing.

“I’m breaking up with him.” She finally admitted. “I don’t want to be with him anymore Nikki. I’ve been wanting to do it for awhile, I just never found a reason to...” She looked down. “But, I’ll go if that’s what you want…” She was about to leave and Nikki started to panic.

“No,” he rasped. “I don’t… I never wanted you to leave.” he turned and got on his knees holding her.  

“I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t think you needed me around.” She admitted. “I should’ve stayed.”

Without another word he got off his knees, lifted her up and took her to his room. He kicked the door close with his foot and lay her on the bed kissing her.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” She asked with a moan. “You did just leave the hospital. You did just have an overdose...”

“I’m always ready for you sweet girl,” he muttered against her skin as he peeled off her clothes kissing every inch of her exposed skin until he reached between her legs. Slowly sliding off her panties he sighed against her inner thigh. “Missed you.”

He liked a long stripe against her folds moaning at the sweet taste of her. He missed it, he missed tasting her and making her feel good. His fingers found their way into her, she was just as tight as he remembered.

“Oh!” She gasped, bucking her hips. “Nikki!”

He was in heaven, he curled his fingers pressing on her g-spot. He licked and sucked until he could feel her close to her release.

“Nikki.” She moaned, running her fingers through his hair. “I’m close baby.”

He continued his motions until he felt her cum moaning as he lapped up her juices. Peeling off his clothes he slowly moved up her body. His erection pressing up against her bare skin. “I  missed you (Y/n), I missed you so damn much.”

“God, I missed you too.” She kissed him deeply. “Take me.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice sweet girl,” he kissed her deeply before lining up at her entrance. He pushed in, the feeling of her making him shudder.

‘Fuck.” She moaned into his shoulder. It felt like the first time all over again, minus the pain. But all the pleasure of having him the first time was coming back to her. “Nikki.”

He took slowly and deeply, no rush, no worries. He had his sweet girl in his arms and her sounds were music to his ears. If he could stay in this moment forever, he would. He only sped up just a bit as he placed his hand between then pressing circles against her clit sending them both over the edge.

“(Y/n)!” He called out as he came inside her. His thrust never wavering as he wanted to keep feeling her.  She held onto him, clawing at his back. She wanted to stay in this moment with him. She didn’t want to be away from him again.

“Nikki!” She cried out as she came around him. He kissed her deeply holding on to her, never wanting to let go.  

After awhile though, (Y/n) became over sensitive and Nikki slowly pulled out, frowning a bit. He laid behind her, tracing the new tattoo on her side. She sighed contently, finally feeling at peace after all these months.

“What’s the new tat mean?” he whispered after a few moments of his fingers gently tracing over it. He loved the design, it fit her perfectly. It was a wilting flower with a banner wrapped around it that said Life is Beautiful.

“I’ve been depressed for awhile now,” She admitted. “I just thought it fit at the time.”

“I’ve been so lost, been lost for a long time now. There was a time that… before getting big I think you were pulling me out a little… but I let the pressure get to me.” he breathed. But he could feel the need creeping up again. He needed his fix, but he didn't want her to see.

“Let’s get some sleep.” She said, cupping his cheek. “I’ll be here when you wake up silly boy.”

“OK, sweet girl,” he whispered as he let his eyes drift close. She fell asleep in his arms.

But that’s not how she woke up.

“Nikki?” She called out, sitting up. His side of the bed was cold. “Nikki?” She got out of bed and left his room, looking for him. The house was dark and dirty. It reminded her of the party house, the few times she had been there. She noticed a closet door slightly ajar, and she heard muttering from inside. She carefully pushed the door open. He sat there the needle in his arm the liquid being injected into him. He closed his eyes the euphoria of it filling him. Who ever was in his bed was long gone. He knew it wasn't her. It couldn’ t be, she was gone. That’s what his mind kept telling him.  

“Nikki, why?” (Y/n) asked, backing away from the closet. It took him a second, but through his drug filled mind, he knew it was her.

“(Y/n)?” his haze clouded him. It was her, he wasn't dreaming. But he couldn't help it he needed his fix. His fix made him happy? Or he thought he was happy. But the hurt look in her eyes, that took away any of the happiness that he was feeling.

“I can’t believe you.” She said, going back to his room to put her clothes on.

“Wait,” he tried to steady himself but he stumbled to get up. “Don’t go,” he begged.  

“You can’t even stand up Nikki! This is going to kill you!” (Y/n) told him. “And I can’t be here to watch you do that. I can’t watch you die.” She looked down at him. “Call me when you’re sober.” She started to leave.

NIkki tried to stop her but found himself falling over his own feet. He lay on his floor as the echo of the door closing filled the silence. She was there, she was with him. She still loved him. And he had fucked it all up again.

He let the drugs take effect as he fell asleep.

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