#vamp crue

[graveyardbunnii]

[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

How would Dracula mick find a soulmate

Anon! I've been thinking about this for a while and it makes me think of a poly!Crue soulmate AU, something that I've always had mulling about in my head but never really wrote. I might have a short tidbit in my draft's somewhere but nothing substantial. 

Throwing in the vampire element however makes this far more interesting.

Warning poly!Crue below the cut, if your not comfortable with that then I'm so sorry then you can totally request I reanswer your qeustion to your liking :)

Like just spitballing here but Mick has been alive for generations and not once has he been given a soulmate.

He goes years and years thinking that he just isn't a creature meant to be loved and then one day in the 80s he wakes up to the most fantastic set of scents he's ever smelled in LA. It takes him a while to figure out what the smell is and where it came from but when he does he's in shock. This meant that he finally didn't have to be alone anymore. Somebody was going to love him.

And luckily for Mick being a vampire made his job of seeking out his soulmates a far easier job then it would make it for a human. Vampires can track down a human for miles with only a single whiff of their scent, unlike humans who couldn't smell their soulmates scent at all.

Being the hermit vampire he is however he doesn't really know what's considered socially acceptable anymore (he hasn't really been outside of the house in decades, except for when he goes to the music store or …to hunt) so when night falls he sniffs out where his mates are and it leads him to a shitty apartment in LA where he lays eyes on the people that the smell is leading him to and he turns into a bat and spies on them through the window through their (very dirty) balcony.

He's immediately inthraweld by the boy sitting behind the drums boundless energy that he could practically taste, by the base players gorgeously damaged aura and the blonds siren like vocals and deliously confidant energy. These were his mates.

And they where absolutely perfect.

The guitar player however is no good at all, and to top it all off his disgusting scent is mixing with the lovely scents of his mates, and he was lucky he was a bat right now otherwise the audible snarl that came out of him would have given him away.

So Mick desides to to remedy that. He couldn't have his talented mates playing with such a dud of a guitarist afterall. The band is confused as to why their guitarist has suddenly gone missing the next week and why nobody can get in touch with him.

Mick is convenientally there at the Roxy the next night, “desperately in need of a band”, and who has taken a very keen interest in Nikki Sixx’s new band project which everyone at the club finds...odd, as Nikki has a reputation for being a terrible bandmate.

Luckily his mates don't seem to find this strange at all and dig his weird, creepy vibe alot and after hearing him play they hire him on the spot. How wonderfully convenient, he's so glad their old guitarist just "suddenly disappeared", tragic what happened to him though, with the animal attack and all...

Oh well, the band is much better with Mick in the lineup and his bandmates seem to agree.

Now all he has to do is explain to them why he can't do daytime gigs without raising suspicion. He doesn't like to lie to his mates but until he can safely (and consequently) turn them, he can't tell them his deal quite yet. 

[unknownperson246]

Motley Crue fanfics/Headcanons:

Angst= 💔 Smut= 💋 Fluff= 🍄

Masterlists: 2 3

Tommy

Tommy Lee Headcanon NSFW

A Lovers Confession 💔💋

Dinner Argument 💔🍄 (this is from my other account)

Disapproval 💋💔

Slice Of Pie 🍄

Letters 🍄

Wild Boat 💋🍄

Soft Tattoo 🍄

Still In Love 💋

Bad Day 💔🍄

Vince

Vince Neil Headcanon NSFW

Dinner Fun 🍄💋

By the Bar 💋

Dog Love 🍄

Rockstar Stalker 💋

Vampire Baby 💔🍄

Silk 💋

Manhandling 💋

Back Again 🍄

Mick

Mick Mars HeadCanon NSFW

I’ll Prove It To You! (pt 1) 💋

I'll Prove It To You! (pt 2) 💋💔

Punishment 💋

Your Doing Great For Me 💋

Vamping Around 💔

A Real Smile 💔🍄

Nikki

Nikki Sixx head canon NSFW

Will You Marry Me? 🍄

She’s All Mine 💋

Why Didn’t You Tell Me Chapter 1 💔

Why Didn’t You Tell Me Chapter 2 💔🍄

Why Didn’t You Tell Me Chapter 3 💔🍄

Why Didn’t You Tell Me Chapter 4 💔 🍄

Why Didn’t You Tell Me Chapter 5 🍄💔

Why Didn't You Tell Me Chapter 6 💔🍄

Daddy Wants You Slut Chapter 1 💋🍄

Daddy Wants You Slut Chapter 2 🍄

Daddy Wants You Slut Chapter 3 🍄

Daddy Wants You Slut Chapter 4 💋🍄

Daddy Wants You Slut Chapter 5 🍄

Daddy Wants You Slut Chapter 6 💔

Daddy Wants You Slut Chapter 7 💔🍄

Daddy Wants You Slut Chapter 8 🍄

Daddy Wants You Slut Chapter 9 💋🍄

Pretty Lady 💔🍄

Morning Love 💋 (this is from my other account)

Can't Walk 💋

Vampire Bastard 💋

Backstage 💋

Looks Like A Stalker 💋

Looks Like A Stalker Pt 2 💋

Truck Fuck 💋🍄

Killer On the Loose 💔

Backstage Groupie 💋

The Unexpected Mafia 💔🍄

The Hotel 💋

Sir 💋

Teachers Pet 💋

Dorm Room 💋

Mötley x Roses 💋

Sex Drugs and Rock n Roll 💋💔🍄

John 5:

On The Stage 💋

Motley Crue Headcanons:

How motley takes care of you when your sick

Relationship Anniversary

Halloween Headcannons

John 5 x Nikki x Reader:

Your A Pretty Slut 💋

Vampire Fics:

Vampire Bastard 💋

Vamping Around 🍄💔

Vampire Baby 💔🍄

Triple Dip 💋

Mick x Nikki x Reader:

Triple Dip 💋

Mötley Crüe:

Breaking in 💔

Mötley x Guns:

All Night Long 💋

Motley x Roses 💋

[love-on-mars]

I know this is a silly request but I need a Mick Mars x reader where they pretend to be vampires! Please it would be so cute. And the reader can even do Mick’s makeup before one of his shows and they can just be so fun and lovey! Ahh I just need vampire Mick! (If you can can you make it Shout At The Devil era Mick) thank you!

I’m so sorry this took so long! I just finished my senior year of HS so I’ve been busy, but now I’ll have more time to write! I really hope I did this right, enjoy!

Warnings: none, just fluff

Alien? No, Vampire.

Halloween night, a usually chaotic one filled to the brim with skimpy outfits, copious amounts of fake blood, excessive drinking and constant sugar highs. Add all of that with a Motley Crue concert and you’ve got yourself one hell of a night.

You lived for Halloween, dressing up every year and having the time of your life. This year brought something new to add to it, your alien rockstar boyfriend Mick Mars.

Usually Mick always grumbled when you pulled him into things, but it just so happens he loves Halloween too…

“Soooo I had an idea…..” you walked up to Mick slowly as he prepared to go to the venue for the concert. “Oh no, you? Thinking? What an awful idea!” He snickered as you hit his arm playfully. “I was thinking, since you and I both love horror movies and tonight is Halloween…you and I could dress up for the concert? I have costumes already picked out!” You say while you grab the vampire costumes and hold them up excitedly.

Mick stared at them for a minute and smirked, “Vampire costumes?” He laughed. “Yes! You’ve always given off undead bloodsucker vibes!”

“Alright” he smiled, loving your enthusiasm towards not only the holiday, but also himself.

Sitting backstage, you sit in Micks lap doing his makeup. You almost finish when Doc McGee knocks and opens the door.

“Mick? Why are you wearing that? The show will start soon!” He questions, pointing towards the Shout at the devil attire. “It’s Halloween, Doc” he dryly replied in typical Mars fashion, making you giggle.

Doc sighed, “you’ll look out of place, but I can’t stop you. As long as you put on a great show I don’t care.” He says as he leaves. “You hear that? You’ll be the focus tonight instead of the others” you say as you dismount his lap, showing him the pale and bloody makeup you applied.

Mick didn’t respond to your comment, only stating “it looks great, love”. You take out a small case and glue on the fake fangs for him. He looks at you and gives a ‘Mars face’ while going for your neck.

“Don’t ruin the look before the show!” You laugh, lightly pushing him away. “But I want to suck your blood!” He exclaimed, doing an awful Dracula impression.

“Mars! You’re on in ten!” A voice boomed from outside. You look at him, “go get ‘em Marsman”. He nods and heads out, while you smile mischievously as you go to your bag to put on your costume and makeup.

After the show, Mick ran back to the dressing room. “Hey where we’re you? Everyone loved it! The guys thought it was hilarious, said it was the most ‘Mars’ thing they’ve seen in a while.” He looked around to a darkened room, he then felt two hands wrap around him. “Mwahaha!” You laugh out, “your mine now, Mars!”.

Mick spun around, marveling at your costume. It was more revealing as opposed to his, which was more traditional. “Mmm sexy vampire doll…” he cheekily mumbled out, placing his hands on your hips. Kissing your cheek he holds you close as he moves down to your neck, leaving little loves bites before sucking on it hard.

“Mick! You’re so silly!” You laugh as he pretends to suck your blood. He stops and looks up at you, smiling. “What can I say? Vamps gotta feed.” He smiles.

You both head home, and binge watch horrors movies whilst Intaking a very unhealthy amount of candy. Eventually you fall asleep against Mick, he picked you up and brought you into bed. Deciding against undressing you and removing your makeup for giggles, he lays down next to you after changing his clothes. He whispers softly, “Goodnight my sweet vampire, these nights will never get old.”

[howtobycvfuz]

How to dress like a rockstar girlfriend?

Hi there, it's vamp here, just your average fashion lunatic;)

Today I'm here to break down the rockstar girlfriend aesthetic that's been on trend recently. So let's get started!!

First things first wardrobe essentials:

The rockstar girlfriend aesthetics main colors are black, red(burgundy), and white. In this clothing style, there's a lot of lace, sheer materials, furs, leather, animal prints, layering, graphic tees(baby tees, crop tops), mini dresses or slip dresses, and lots of low-rise like jeans, mini or midi skirts. As I said leather is a must whether it's leather jackets, leather pants, leather tops, etc. As this lifestyle/aesthetic captures the 70s vibes of groupie life with a modern update. Accessorizing the outfit is one of the most important parts of the fashion world. Rings, layered necklaces, belts, fishnets, sunglasses. Shoes: Platforms, heels, combat boots, loafers, knee-high boots, converse, or some old-school sneakers. Pureses, small or big. Doesn't really matter, it just has to fit our cigarettes, lipstick, and digital cameras.

For makeup, we are gonna do a smokey eye look and burgundy lips. The messier the better. Metallic eyeshadow, glitter, matte makeup, mostly full glam. Because we wanna look sexy and mysterious to lure those rockstars. Big hair is a must. The bigger the better, lots of layers and Messines.

Rockstar girlies listen to rock, punk rock, alternative, and even metal like glam otherwise referred to as hair metal. Here are some great rock or metal bands you should try out:

Blondie

Nirvana

Hole

Ramones

The Clash

L7

Motley Crue (one of my favs!!)

Guns 'N Roses

So I guess this is pretty much all of it. I hope you enjoyed my first blog entry and please comment on what other styles do you want me to break down!

Xoxo bbyvamp

[swervdcity-arc]

yeah i'm getting a wanted plots / dynamics page up for my carrd. yes i'm going to dump some of my ideas on the dash while i work on that.

my god i would kill a man for some gay enemies to lovers shit with gunner. the baby janes being picked up to open for a bigger band for a month or two long tour, and she's already complaining because she feels sellouty, and she thinks the band they're opening for are a bunch of sellouts. she butts heads with one of the members specifically, but then hear me out. drunken hook up and maybe they're not that bad after all.

vivienne helping your muse cross over into living as some supernatural creature. she's a very wild yet motherly character and cares for people very strongly. she'll let your muse stay in her home while they adjust, take them on walks in her garden, etc.

josey being a roadie. that's it. i barely write josey anymore but the thought of a dumbass white boy who eats baggies of raw meat and scales scaffolding to rig up lights makes me giggle. also he tells wild stories of touring with like. motley crue and shit so i think it's funny as fuck.

frida having a crime bestie, someone they trust and can turn to when the going REALLY gets rough.

darcy taking a young vamp under her wing <3

ANYTHING WITH OLIVER. oliver my sweet darling <3 but mostly besties she goes out for drinks with, someone she can call after particularly bad cases, someone who understands what it's like to be an agent or something like that.

maeve becoming a linecook at a fancy dining restaurant and she's actually way better than she should be. but she's still cranky and sometimes hard to deal with. idk. coworker bonding.

NEED threads with atticus. i know st isn't big rn but if any of u guys have st verses PLASEEE.

MELINDA AND UR MUSE HUNTING DOWN THEIR SIRES SO THEY CAN CHANGE BACK. begrudging partners in crime!

victoria also enemies to begrudging partners ... HATING a new recruit on her team and constantly butting heads with them because of some past shit (maybe used to be a goon on their rival team or smthn idk) but then they work together to DESTROY a new rivalry and they earn her respect <3

PR RELATIONSHIPS. GIVE.

[classic-rock-roller]

Some Awesome Crüe fanart from SavanasArt over on DeviantArt 

Check her out!!

[riverfetus]

Nikki Sixx and Hyde ♡♡♡

[lostinsantacarla]

If you’ve never heard of, listened to, loved, rocked out and appreciated the band that is Motley Crue, then you’ve never met Paul a night in your life!!! Hands down they are one of his favorite bands. Not only that but one of his nicknames is Dr Feelgood.

[lunahydeist]

HYDE at the premiere of 'The Dirt', Motley Crue's biopic.

Source: Getty Images

[graveyardbunnii]

[guns-n-crue]

Inbox me your favourite band, artist, album, song or just anything 💕

[wallie-lester-worthington]

English Alternative-Rock Group “Zodiac Mindwarp”

#zodiac Mindwarp #motley crue #spear of destiny #the cult #kiss #poison

[uncannyfantastic]

In Stores Now: Issue 278, the Music Special! 11-Page Preview

[flamencodiva]

Who Do You Think You Are? - Enemies to Lovers

Description: Y/N Y/L/N and Dean Winchester seem to bump into each other quite frequently. What happens when these two hunters rub each other the wrong way?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Bingo Square: Free Space

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Mentions of Child Neglect, Mentions of Drug Abuse.

Border by: @talesmaniac89​

“You have got to be kidding me,” Dean growled as they pulled up the barn only to see it up in flames and a familiar figure staring at it. Dean glared at the familiar Pontiac and the figure sitting atop the hood staring at the blaze. “She is not going to get away with this.” 

“Dean,” Sam rubbed at his forehead, “hunts are fair game last we checked.” 

“That is a likely story,” Dean huffed. “Come on, let’s go tell her what’s what!” 

Dean parked the Impala and walked over to the Pontiac. He froze as the wind blew and Y/N’s hair flowed with it. Something about the moonlight capturing it made his heart pound in his chest. He liked her, but he couldn’t tell her that, he couldn’t tell her that even though he hated her, there was something that drew him to her. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he cracked his neck and walked over to face her. 

“Hey Winchester,” she threw back her head as she took a large chug from the beer bottle she was holding, “Did you bring marshmallows for the roast?” 

“Y/L/N,” Dean growled, “you took over our hunt… AGAIN!” 

“Wow,” Y/N snorted taking another chug of her beer, “you really think you are hot shit. I wonder when was the last time you got laid because you seem grouchy,” she smiled. 

“I like her,” Sam laughed, taking a drink of beer that Y/N gave him. “She’s sassy.”

“Trust me Y/L/N, if I wanted some I could get it,” he licked his lips before giving her a once over. “Yeah… no hunter in their right mind would ever touch you,” Dean sneered as he walked away. “Let’s go, Sam.” 

"Wow, someone really needs to get some," Y/N finished her beer before walking to the driver's side of her car. "It's a good thing I can beat you at pool!" She called to him before revving up the engine and driving off. 

Dean looked at Sam who was still drinking the beer Y/N had given him. “Do you have to drink that?” 

“It was a gift and she’s nice,” Sam shrugged.

“Are you serious?” Dean turned to Sam. “She is annoying! For the past six months, she’s been one-upping us on every hunt Garth has found us. I mean how is she ahead of us on all these hunts?” 

“Maybe she’s got someone on the inside?” Sam asked with a shrug. “Or Garth calls her, doesn’t get her then calls us?”

“Well next time we are going to take one hunt away from her,” He grumbled. 

One week later…

“Thanks, Garth,” Y/N hung up her phone. Cranking the radio to Black Sabbath’s war pigs, she pressed on the gas pedal and raced to her destination. As she drove in she noticed the familiar Chevy Impala. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her guns filled with silver bullets and made her way inside when she heard voices. 

Dean’s gruff voice echoed in the building, “Good thing I got that shot in when I did.”

“What, the kill shot? No, I had the kill shot.” Sam argued. 

Y/N walk in as she looked around the corner to see Dean kicking the dead thing’s body so that the kill shot is facing out. She saw the hole on the body

“See that? That’s obviously one of mine.” Dean gave his brother a cocky smile.

“No way, How do you figure?” Sam placed his gun back on his waistband. 

“‘Cause it’s actually dead.” Dean kicked the body a few more timed. 

Sam scoffed, “My aim is just as good as yours.”

“I mean, your aim’s okay. Serviceable.” Dean put his gun away as he shrugged at Sam. Neither brother noticed Y/N behind them crossing her arms. 

“Serviceable?!” Sam huffed, “My aim is not serviceable Dean.” 

“See those inconsequential shots to the left arm and shoulder?” Dean pointed to all the bullet wounds on the body, “Those are all you.” 

“Ok seriously? Some of those are yours, Dean,” Sam let out a chuckle as he looked at his brother. 

“Wow,” Y/N spoke up making the boys point their guns at her as she placed her hands in the air, “It’s just me cowboys,” she laughed. “Hey Sam, is he this cocky all the time?” 

“Pretty much,” Sam smiled as he pulled her in for a hug. “How have you been?” 

“Sam… don’t feed the troll!” Dean rolled his eyes at the way Sam was friendly with Y/N. 

“Hey Sam how about you and I go celebrate how good an aim you got,” she looked over at Dean, “I’m sure you can find a bar skank to keep you busy short stack,” she smiled. “You can ride with me, Sam.” 

“He is not going anywhere with you she-beast,” Dean growled. 

“Don’t worry, Sam is safe with me short stack!” she called back as she climbed into her Pontiac with Sam. 

At a nearby bar…

Dean walked in and glared at the sight he saw. Y/N was hanging off of Sam laughing at something he was saying. Dean didn’t want Sam anywhere near Y/N. Not because he was jealous, no never that. He just didn't want her bad habits to rub off on his brother. He sauntered towards them as Y/N downed a shot of what looked like Jack Daniels.  

“So you mean to tell me that he is full of mud and gunk while you guys are hunting a woman in white?” she snorted. 

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled as he sipped his beer, “I mean, the Impala is possessed by the Woman in White and he just dives into the ravine and gets caked in mud.” 

“Well, it seems that your brother isn’t the big bad hunter he thinks he is,” Y/N downed another shot as she grabbed a dart and shot it at the dartboard hitting the bullseye. 

“You are a really good shot,” Sam smiled as he drank his beer. “Where did you learn to play?” 

“Deadbeat dad,” she scoffed. “Mom was a hunter, she would drop me off with him when they split.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Sam told her. “I understand how hard it can all be.” 

“So, you and Sam are a thing now? I mean Sam could do better,” Dean crossed his arms as he looked at Y/N. 

“Well Sam is the cuter, sexier, taller brother,” Y/N smiled as she winked at Sam who blushed. “Hey short stack, how about you and I play a game of darts? Loser has to stay away from the other for a good month?” she smiled wondering if he could up the ante on their bet.   

“Loser has to kiss Sam?” Dean asked, causing Sam to give him his best bitch face. “Good thing I never lose, right Sammy?”

“You are so on,” she laughed, “I’m on my…” she looked at her phone as it rang. Dean could make out the familiar strums of Motley Crue’s ‘Shout At The Devil. “You got Y/L/N,” she turned around to answer the phone. 

Dean found himself leaning in to try and catch the conversation. 

“I don’t care, Nick,” she grumbled, “I’m busy ok I’m working and it’s keeping me busy.” she placed her hand on her hip as she listened to ‘Nick’. “Does it sound like I care that they want me to be there? They terrorized me all my life, Nick. No, I will not be attending, you can bet your ass I will not make an appearance.” she hung up the phone and turned back with a smile. 

Dean could tell she was lying about something. He didn’t like liars. In fact, there was something about her that rubbed him the wrong way. She may be hot, but she had secrets.   

“Who was that?” Dean took a sip of his beer as she downed another shot. 

“No one important,”  she shrugged, “now are we going to play or not?” 

Dean glared at her as she got bullseye after bullseye. He was losing to her AGAIN! And this severely pissed him off. He was supposed to be suave, cool, and most of all impressive. But with Y/N, she outdid him left and right. There was nothing he could do that would be better than her. He watched as Y/N downed another shot and looked to Dean with a smile. 

“What were the terms of that bet again?” she walked up to him and let her fingers dance on his chest before she tapped his nose. She frowned slightly when Dean swatted her hand away. “What is your problem, Winchester?” 

“I don’t have to sit here and deal with a terrible shot orphan that no one wants,” Dean growled.

Before Dean knew what had happened, his cheek stung from the hard slap he received from Y/N. 

“You can go to hell Winchester, I see you again I will shoot you,” she growled before turning on her heel and storming out of the bar. 

“Dean, what did you do?” Sam asked. Dean just sighed and went to the bar to get himself a whiskey.

Make it a double. 

Three weeks later…

"Garth," Y/N sighed as she looked at her information. "Are there any hunters in the area that can help me with this? I mean there are Vamps left and this was too much for just me." 

"I think Sam and Dean are--" 

"NO!" she growled. "I want nothing to do with them. I want them far away from this Garth." 

"But, Y/N, they can help you if there are--"

"I said no Garth," she sighed. "I'll handle it myself." She hung up the phone before Garth could argue.

Grabbing her sword she called a familiar number. 

"You've reached T-bone," the voice said. 

Y/N took in a deep shaky breath, "Uncle T?" 

"Y/N, what's wrong? Where are you?"

She could hear him grab his keys. Closing her eyes she took another breath, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"I um… I just wanted to see how you're doing. I'm...I might be MIA for a bit. I just wanted to thank you … for being there when Dad couldn't." She could feel her tears trickling down her cheeks. 

“Y/N, just… just tell me where you are hun,” she could hear him reaching for the door. His breathing sounded heavy, he was most likely rushing to his car. “Tell me where you are and I can help you out. Whatever it is hun, you know I got you. I can call your dad, he loves you Y/N. I know it wasn’t easy but he does.”

"I gotta go, Uncle T., I wanted to… to let you know that you might not hear from me for a while that's all." She sniffled, "just tell Nick that he can focus on his better kids… Okay?" 

"Y/N… you know he--" 

"I got to go. I'll call you when it's all good." She hung up before he could say anything more.

Climbing into her Pontiac, she drove towards the barn. She knew it was going to be rough. She was prepared to die hunting, just like her mother. Swinging the sword in her hand she kicked the door open and went to town, chopping head after head, until her world went dark. 

“She smells delicious,” the voice whispered. 

Y/N groaned as she struggled against the bindings. Two Vampires were circling around her like sharks at feeding time. She could feel their fingers grazing her skin. Y/N could feel the bile rise up as they inched closer and sniffed at her skin. One of them ran their tongue along her cheek. 

“If you’re going to kill me do it now,” she spat. 

“Patience,” one of the vamps said. “I think you would make a fine addition to the nest.” 

Y/N watched as the female slit her wrist and the male tried to open her mouth. Her eyes widened at the realization of what was happening. She tried to keep her mouth closed, tried to keep from having to drink the vamp's blood. But it was too much. The male laughed when he successfully opened her mouth. The bitter iron taste reached her taste buds, she tried to spit it out but it was too late. It was in her system. She could feel it pulsing through her veins.  Before she could finally release herself from the restraints, the familiar sounds of bodies dropping echoed. Taking a shaky breath she knew she was done for. She was going to get beheaded by the hunters clearing the nest. 

“I’ll see you in hell,” Y/N smiled at the vamps as they waited for the hunters to approach. 

“You hunters are too late,” the female yelled. “She’s one of us now… she’s going to tear you apart and drink you dry.” 

Y/N used her strength to break from her restraints and grab her sword. “Hey bloodsuckers,” she called out to them.  

As the male turned around, Y/N swung her sword slicing his head off. The female growled at Y/N and tried to charge at her only to have her head roll-off. Y/N hissed as a bright light shone in her eyes. When the light moved away she could make out the two figures. Once she adjusted, she could recognize Sam and Dean. 

“Great,” she muttered. Looking to Sam, she tossed him her motel key before handing him her sword, “before you off me, in my motel room there are some letters that I carry around with me for occasions like this.” She looked up at him avoiding Dean’s gaze. “Just make sure they’re sent out. Burn my body and if anyone shows up for it… don’t tell them how I died just make up some story and that my wishes were to be burned.” She pushed the handle into Sam’s hand. “Thanks for being a good friend Sam… sorry I wasn’t a better one.” 

“Y/N, I can’t do this,” Sam shook his head, “We don’t have to do this.” 

“Sam, just… please… my uncles need to know… and… the sperm donor who I share DNA with… well, he can read what I wrote and go to hell.” She took his hand and force him to wrap his fingers around the handle as she aligned the blade with her neck. “Just let the sword do the work and go with the momentum.” 

“Y/N listen to me, which vamp gave you their blood?” Sam looked to the two Dead vampires on the floor. 

“The female... but I don’t see how--” 

“There’s a cure,” Sam looked at her. “Our grandfather Samuel, he taught us how to make it. We can cure you. It’s not too late!” 

“There is no cure Sam! It doesn’t exist! It’s a myth!” she hissed. “Now fucking gank me before I feed on some innocent bystander!” 

Dean grabbed the blood off the female vampire and watched Sam and Y/N. 

“Y/N,” Sam put the sword down as he looked at her, “I’m not going to kill you when I can cure you.” 

“I’m a worthless hunter who got caught and turned so… can we stop fucking dragging this out, grab the sword like a man and fucking KILL ME SAM!” she grabbed his hand and pressed the sword to her neck. A small drop of blood trickled down her neck, “Fucking do it already!”  

“Hey!” Dean pulled Sam away, “ Calm the fuck down sweetheart. No one is going to kill you,” 

“What do you care,” Y/N sneered, “pretty sure I’m a worthless hunter in your eyes. So you can get rid of me in one swing. I’m a monster… hunters kill monsters so do your fucking job and kill me!” she growled as she bared her teeth. The sound of Dean’s pulse echoed in her head. Her eyes seemed to zero in on his neck. 

“I am doing my job,” Dean glared at her, “I’m saving someone that CAN be saved.”  

“Oh Screw--” 

Dean didn’t let Y/N finish as he knocked her out and looked to Sam. 

“I’ll drive her to the motel you drive her car,” he placed Y/N in the back seat and drove off towards the motel. 

It didn’t take long for Sam to mix the ingredients they needed for the cure. Y/N looked at the brothers and gave a low animalistic growl. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she looked at the mixture Sam was handing her, “What is this?”   

"Just drink it… please," Sam pleaded.

"If this doesn't work are you going to do what I asked?" She looked at Sam. She could feel Dean staring at her. But she avoided his haze like the plague. “Sam? Promise me you’ll do what I ask if this doesn’t work!” 

“Trust me it’s going to work Y/N. We are not losing a damn good hunter… not today.” he glared at Dean, who was standing behind her. 

Y/N closed her eyes, she placed her lips on the rim of the glass before drinking down the horrible concoction. It was vile, and it burned going down her throat. It hit her with the force of a wrecking ball, the urge to throw up strong as she dived for the small trash can by the bed. It was awful, she could feel her stomach empty but what came out was blood. 

Once she got it all out of her system, she looked to Sam, “am I cured?” she grumbled. “That had to be the most disgusting thing that has ever happened to me besides meeting your brother.” she gave Sam a soft smile not caring that Dean was in the room. 

“You aren’t a picnic either sweetheart,” Dean scoffed. 

“I’m going to go, Sam,” She offered him a smile, “I need to call my Uncle and let him know everything is…” the sound of  Ozzy Osbournes ‘Crazy Train’, came from her phone. “Uncle T… I’m fine it was touch and go for a bit, but things are okay. No, I'm not in any hospital or anything,” she rolled her eyes. “You didn’t need to--” 

Dean watched as her back straightened and she clenched her fist. 

“Nick,” she said dryly, “It was nothing you needed to worry… I… look asshole! You were nothing but a sperm donor okay. Most of my childhood you were drugged up and out of it so no I don’t have to respect you. So just know that the mistake you made is safe, no one knows anything about our ties so your reputation is good.” she pulled the phone away from her ear and hung up the phone.

“Y/N?” Sam placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You okay?” 

Y/N shrugged his hand off her shoulder and glared at the brothers, “You should have just killed me when I told you to.” she grabbed her things and marched to the door. 

“Way to say thanks bitch,” Dean barked. 

“What do you care?!” she growled at Dean, “I’m nothing but a terrible shot orphan no one wants, right?”  

Dean and Sam watched as she stormed out of the room. Dean winced when she regurgitated the words he last said to her before this hunt. Sam just glared at Dean, his chest heaved with anger. This was the first time in a long time that Dean had seen Sam angry at him. Without a word, Dean walked past Sam just in time to see Y/N turn her car to head towards the local watering hole a few miles west of the motel. Grabbing his keys, he followed in the Impala. 

Reaching the bar, Y/N ordered her usual shot of Jack. she was on her seventh shot by the time Dean found her. Dean cleared his throat as he sat by her and ordered his own shot of whiskey. They sat in silence, Y/N downing her shots as Dean nursed his. 

"Listen, Y/N. I think we…" Dean began but she cut him off.

“Go away,” she slurred. Downing her latest shot. “I’m going to stay out of your way… you stay out of my way and you can have all the pussy you want without my interference,” she hissed. “Should have just killed me yourself,” she downed her last shot before climbing off the stool and making her way out.

Dean slapped some money on the bar top, paying for both their drinks before following behind her and out of the bar, "Y/N… Y/N wait."

“Fuck, take the god damn hint! You don’t like me I get it… hell right now I loathe you,” she snorted, “I… don’t get me wrong you are an ass… but you are skilled, and your reputation precedes you… but let’s face it… we are never going to get along.” she laughed at the statement. “I… I thought you would be impressed that I was a strong hunter… that I can beat you at your game… but I guess you like easy,” she found the dirt on the ground to be interesting. 

"You're right. I am impressed but…"

“Oh please,” she shook her head, “I know my worth… I know I’ll end up dead on my next hunt… the orphan who won’t be missed. The one whose father was forced to care for her in her teens when he had a new family.”  stumbling as she walked to her Pontiac, she placed her hands on the hood to balance herself. “Nobody wants me… so… I guess I’ll --” 

Dean closed the gap between them as he listened to her self-pity. Licking his lips as he found himself close to her.  grabbing her by the shoulders, he caused Y/N to jerk her gaze up. "You're so fucking wrong!" he whispered and bright his lips to hers. 

“What was that?” Y/N’s head was swimming. Dean Winchester just planted one on her. 

“That was me making you shut up,” he growled as he kissed her again. Breaking the kiss he looked around before pulling her back behind the bar.  “You have people who want you Y/N. Your phone was ringing and buzzing with messages from people. A lot from ‘Uncle T’ some from someone you named 'Alien', then you had a 'Malibu Barbie'?” he shook his head, “whoever they are… they care about you. I had no right to say what I said… you are badass Y/N.” 

“We do this… it’s only one time…” she pulled his jacket and flannel off him as he pressed her between his body and the wall in the alley.  Her lips grazed his stubble jaw. “I don’t do long term… I don’t do commitment.”  she pulled his shirt over his head. Her fingers caressing his skin. 

“We are outside, sweetheart,” He let out a grunt as her hand slipped into his pants, “unless you’re into exhibitionism?” he gave her a bruising kiss, his fingers finding their way up her shit caressing every inch of her skin. 

“I can be very adventurous, Winchester,” she gasped as his hands found their way into her own pants. His fingers slipping through her folds, “Fuck.” 

Dean chuckled against her lips as he pushed her pants down to her ankles.Y/N was thankful for having her wide-leg jeans on. It allowed her to remove them from one leg so she could open wide for Dean. Her shirt hiked up to her neck as he pushed the cups of her bra down and suckled on her nipple. Y/N let out a soft moan as his fingers teased her entrance. It had been a very long while since she had sex with anyone.   

Dean’s fingers pumped into her, moaning at the feel of her pussy dripping with anticipation. He grunted when her fingers wrapped around his already painfully hard cock, pumping his length. Dean moaned as she worked him, his cock twitching in her hands. He could feel her walls clench around his fingers as he pumped them good and fast. He pressed on her g-spot as his palm lay flat against her clit.  

“Oh, fuck,” she breathed as the hand bracing his shoulder squeezed. Dean could feel his fingers being squeezed by her clenching walls. 

“You going to cum for me Y/N?” he breathed in her ear, “going to get your cum dripping all over my fingers?” he added more pressure to her clit with his palm making her buck into him. 

The coil snapped as she pressed her mouth onto his opposite shoulder muffling her scream as she came onto his fingers. Panting, she lifted her head and looked into his eyes, pupils lust blown as he brought his lips to hers kissing her hungrily. Tongue and teeth everywhere in a sloppy kiss. 

With a soft chuckle, Dean lifted her up and guided himself into her entrance. He moaned at the feel of her. It was tight and warm and slicked up just enough to let him enter with ease. He could feel her fingers digging into his skin as he pushed in inch by inch. When he bottomed out she ground her hips, giving it the right angle for him to let out a very soft ‘fuck’ in her ear. 

There were no words as they found a rhythm, Dean swallowing her moans in a hungry kiss. His hands cupping her ass as he thrust into her. His pace was fast as he could feel her walls clenching around his cock. Her fingers moved from his shoulders to his hair. She tugged on his short strands, driving him wild. His hips sputtered as he felt her cum around him and he filled her up. His lips on hers giving her a bruising kiss emptying inside her before pulling out and putting her on the ground gently.   

Breathing heavily, Y/N and Dean got dressed. Dean cleared his throat as they walked towards Y/N’s Pontiac. 

“So…” Dean rubbed the back of his neck. 

“It’s a one-time thing… it means nothing… like I said earlier, I don’t do commitment,” she licked her lips. “How about this… I scratch your itch… you scratch mine… friends with benefits... No strings attached.” 

“Friends?” Dean smiled at her. “Just a second ago you hated my guts.” 

“What can I say,” she shrugged, “you were very… persuasive.” 

“Ok, Y/L/N… Friends,” he pulled her body to his before giving her a searing kiss, “with benefits.” 

“Deal,” she smiled. Turning from him she climbed in her car, “I have to head to California for a bit… I need to calm down my Uncles… they don’t know that I’m a hunter so the call I made to them….” 

“I’ll see you around,” Dean reassured her. 

With a small wave, she closed the door, turned the ignition and drove off towards the horizon. Dean could only stand there and watch as the taillights disappeared.  

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God Bless the Children of the Beast - Part 10

Previous // Masterlist

Pairing: The Dirt!Tommy Lee x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Notes: Okay, shorter update sandwiched between two updates that are literally going to kill me. Last update ripped my heart out. Next update is going to inject it with so much heroin I’m gonna OD. (And by me I mean Nikki…) 🙃

But before that we’re going to a wedding! I really debated putting Heather in this story, but I think it really adds to that slow-burn, angsty zest, yah know? (Really enjoyed writing the reader as a completely clueless dumbass in this chapter 👍)

Warnings: Drug Use, Depression, Mention of Panic Attack

1984

Razzle’s funeral was the hardest thing you’d ever gone through in your life. Fuck growing up with a shit mom, fuck all her abusive boyfriend’s, fuck living on the streets: nothing could ever come close to comparing to the mess that surrounded your time in London.

To begin with, you were a wreck; emotionally you teetered from totally numb to absolute hysterics, which were only amplified by the drugs and alcohol. Then, you had to try and keep it together while you traveled to the other side of the world–somewhere you were supposed to go with Razzle–just so you could watch them put him in the ground. As if that weren’t bad enough, you had to meet his family for this first time; feeling like an outsider and a fraud while they all tried their best to welcome you with open arms.

Didn’t they know this was all your fault?

Apparently some people did. You were met with paparazzi as soon as you landed–not something you personally dealt with often. You did have some minor celebrity status at this point: You were Nikki Sixx’s sister, you partied with Motley Crue a lot, you were supposedly a budding ‘video vamp’ after staring in their last music video that had blown up on MTV, and since you were already somewhat known, being tied to another rockstar gave you some weight. Still, you were not expecting to be met with a swarm of cameras as soon as you touched down.

Then came the questions.

'Ms. Sixx any thoughts on Mr. Neil’s hearing?’

'Will the accident effect the future of Motely Crue?’

'Ms. Sixx; do you blame Vince Neil for the death of your boyfriend?’

'Do you think Mr. Neil got off too easy with his sentencing?’

'Ms. Sixx, how does it feel knowing one of your closest friends killed your boyfriend?’

'Y/N, was Razzle the one?’

You pushed your way through the crowd of reporters, running into the first taxi you could find, shaking and crying as you laid down on the back seat. It had been so long since you’d had a panic attack–the drugs keeping them at bay–but you had one there, alone in the back of a strange car, in a strange country, the rain beating lightly in the windows. You thought about Razzle, then Tommy, then Nikki–you thought about all your friends, and how you wished you weren’t so alone.

The paparazzi had hounded you through most of your short visit. They kept their questions the same; always asking about Vince and Razzle and how you felt about it all–like they actually gave a shit. You tried to ignore them, focused on getting through the funeral and getting home as fast as possible. You called Nikki some, but he had apparently started doing smack some time after you’d left, and seemed to be more interested in shooting up than anything else. A few weeks ago you would have tried to stop him from using heroin, but now you had no right to tell anyone not to chase a high.

You couldn’t even remember who it was that first gave them to you. Someone at the wake maybe? Or the reception after? Someone trying to help you at least–seeing the pain in your eyes, the lack of sleep, the hopelessness. Someone who wanted to make you feel better.

And you felt so much better.

The pills were easy to get–they were legal after all. Doctors were practically handing them out like Halloween candy. And they made all the pain melt away. It’s like you’d never hurt in the first place. You took the pills–or even better, snorted them–and slipped into a euphoric state you could only describe as pure bliss. In those moments, you found happiness again, and you weren’t planning to let them go without a fight.

—

1985

You were tripping out on the couch in the studio, laying with your head in Mick’s lap as he drank straight from a bottle of Vodka. Nikki was drinking Jack as he sat with his bass–also high–and Tommy, drunk off his ass, smashed his head straight into his drumset, making you laugh and roll your face into Mick’s abs. Nothing was getting done, but you hadn’t really expected it to; work on the new album had been going at a snail’s pace ever sense Vince got out three months ago. No one wanted to talk about it, but everyone was a wreck.

Not like you were any better.

Tommy moves over to the piano and starts playing the melody to their new song.

“That’s real pretty Tommy.” You say, smiling as you close your eyes. He stops, moving over to the couch as Vince walks in.

“Thanks.” He replies, lifting up you legs so he can sit under them.

“Yo.” Vince says, standing awkwardly in front of everyone.

“Hey Vinny.” You say, trying your best to smile at him. The tension the room was obvious. It had been this way ever sense…well, it had been this way for awhile.

“I got the lyrics.” Nikki says, handing Vince a sheet of paper. “I made a couple of adjustments. I think you may like them.”

“Home Sweet Home?” Vince asks, looking at the lyrics in his hand.

“It’s been too long buddy.” Nikki replies. “Here, have a bump with me.” You sit up straight and look over at your brother.

“I just got out of fucking jail.” Vince replies, looking grim. Nikki looks at the three of you sitting on the couch. Mick and Tommy look away, but you glare back at him. Vince, not wanting to look like an ass, goes over and does the line while Nikki asks Mick to show him the melody.

It’s clear right away that something’s wrong. Vince runs to the trashcan and starts throwing up.

“The fuck was that?” Vince says as he retches.

“That was smack.” Nikki replies, completely unbothered by what he’s just done. Tommy laughs as Vince continues to vomit. Mick scowls and shacks his head in disapproval.

“You really think that’s funny Nikki?” You ask, glaring at your brother. He just rolls his eyes at you.

“You guys slip me smack and I’m the fucking problem?” Vince asks when he’s finished throwing up. He comes over and kicks the table, causing you all to jump as beer bottles spill onto the floor.

“Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. I’m a monster. I killed Razzle–it could have happened to any one of you!” He yells, looking over at them with anger and pain in his eyes.

They hadn’t brought it up since he’d gotten out, and you knew it was eating away at the group. But you didn’t want them to talk about it like this. You feel tears slide down your cheeks and take in a shaky breath as you look away.

“I’m sorry y/n.” Vince says, before running out.

“Nice job Nikki.” Mick comments tartly. You throw your hand over your mouth as you begin to sob.

—

1985

You were back on tour, and all you could say was it was a mixed bag.

It felt good to be back on the road with the boys. It felt like a homecoming–like it was exactly where you belonged. Things were different this time, but at least the five of you were all back together again, right where you should be.

It also felt good to have something to focus on that wasn’t Razzle. The tour and the partying was all the more reason to drown yourself in booze and pills. You tried every night to forget how much pain you were in, and it worked–until you woke up the next morning, hung over and needing another hit. It felt worth it for those few precious hours of happiness.

You told yourself it was worth it.

Then, there were the shitty parts of the tour.

Vince was drifting away from the band. You could feel it. He was there, but not like he had been before. It scared you to think something might happen one day and Vince might decide to leave. You’d already lost Razzle–you didn’t want to lose anyone else. The band was all you had, you couldn’t lose them too.

Then there was Nikki–his heroin addiction getting worse every day. You had the good sense to hid your drug use from the boys; none of them having any idea you were even doing Oxi’s. But Nikki was sinking deeper into the pit with his heroin use. You were starting to worry about how much he was using, but you weren’t sure how to approach him; afraid confronting him might reveal more about your own drug use than you wanted them to know.

Last on the list of things that were pissing you off to know end was Tommy and his new girlfriend–no sorry, Fianceé–Heather. Every time he talked about her you wanted to vomit, which was unfortunate because he talked about her constantly. You hated feeling this way, but you absolutely could not stand her or their relationship. And initially you couldn’t figure out way.

By all accounts it didn’t make sense. For years you had watched Tommy get with shitty girl after shitty girl, knowing none of them would ever work out. All that time you had wanted nothing more than for Tommy to find someone that was actually worthy of his love and affection, who actually loved him back.

So now that he actually had that, why did it bother you so much? Why did you hate her with every fiber of your being? You should be grateful to her for being a good girlfriend to your best friend. You should be happy that Tommy’s finally found the true love he’s always wanted.

But you weren’t.

You knew you should be a supportive and caring friend, just like Tommy always had been for you. But you couldn’t. You thought about sitting there and watching Tommy marry that girl, and felt like your heart was being crushed into a million pieces.

And that’s when you realized it must be because you couldn’t have that for yourself–because you had missed out on your own chance at happiness, with Razzle.

That had to be why you felt this way. There was no other explanation. You knew that it was awful. You knew you were being selfish and bitter. So you tried to play it off–acted like you were happy for him, acted like you liked Heather and you were excited for the wedding. You wanted nothing to do with any of it, but what could you do? Tell you best friend you didn’t want to go to his wedding because watching him marry the love of his life just reminded you of everything you’d lost? No, you couldn’t do that to Tommy–even if watching him with that girl did make your heart ache with every beat.

—

Christmas, 1985

You and Nikki stand in an elevator with Doc, heading down to meet this visitor of his. Nikki takes a drink from the bottle of Jack in his hand before he offers it to you. You’re hungover, so you grab it and take a quick swig. Hair of the dog, you think, hoping you don’t puke. You silently hand him the bottle back and wipe your mouth on your sleeve.

The three of you step out of the elevator and Doc leads you forward.

“Your mother called and asked to come to a show. So, I thought with it being the holidays and all…” Doc says, gesturing his arm out into the lobby. You and Nikki both look and see Dianna–your mother–stand and smile at you. You both freeze as she puts her arms out, coming over to embrace Nikki.

“Merry Christmas Frank.” She says, holding Nikki in her arms.

“That’s not my name.” Nikki says as he goes stiff as a board. You stand there, staring at them wide-eyed. Nikki doesn’t know what to do; you can tell he’s conflicted. He hates her, he always has, but you know part of him wants to hug her back–he wants to believe she really loves him. Of course he does. Part of you has always wanted that too.

“Oh, that song–the one about looks that kill?” She starts, pulling away from him. “It’s about me, isn’t it Frankie?” He steps away from her, the spell broken. “Frankie?”

“That’s not my fucking name!” He shouts, throwing the bottle of Jack on the floor before storming off. Doc following right on his heels. You watch them walk away, but stay were you are.

“He stopped being your son the day we left.” You say, she looks back at you–the first time she’s even acknowledged you were there.

“I just wanted him back in my life.” She says, her eyes welling up with tears. Yeah, you wanted him. You think bitterly.

“Bullshit. You just want him now that he’s rich and famous.” You reply, venom in every word. “But Nikki doesn’t need you, Dianna–we’ve never needed you. So why don’t you fuck off back to whatever hole you crawled out of, because Nikki doesn’t owe you a goddamn thing.”

“Y/B/N, I’m your mother–how can you be so cruel to me?” She asks, looking at you like she’s genuinely hurt.

“Because last time Nikki had to protect me–now it’s my turn to protect him.” You reply, turning your back on her. “And that’s not my fucking name.”