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wormstacheangel · 4 years ago

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Almost: Ch7

Hello! This is the 2nd to last chapter. So tomorrow you will get the final chapter. So excited for all of you to read this and thank you for all the love I’ve been getting on it!

Summary: Dean was locked up in a room full of hot-headed Novak siblings while they read Chuck's last testimony out loud. Lucky for Dean, Cas doesn't mind being used as a pillow. Unlucky for Dean, Cas's siblings are assholes.

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The room was way too stuffy.

That was the feeling throughout the whole will reading. After the first half-hour, Dean was sure that Chuck just wanted them there to bore themselves to death. Cas was busy listening and even taking notes - that big nerd. Bobby was sitting on his own chair beside their shared couch. He looked like he was paying attention but Dean could already read the glossy far away look in his eyes. The old man was falling asleep with his eyes open again.

Not a bad idea. Dean tilted his head down to rest on Cas’s shoulder and crossed his arms over his chest as he made himself a little more comfortable. He thought for sure Cas was going to say something about it. About him being an idiot and he should sit straight and listen but nope. Instead, Cas moved his pen to his left hand and reached his right hand to gently pat Dean’s hair.

The involuntary shiver that ran down his body as he leaned into the soft touch was embarrassing but fuck did he really like this. Cas’s finger softly ran through his hair and scratch at his head. It felt like before. Like they were in a college lecture again and Cas would tell him to go to sleep. That he would take notes because he knew Dean had a long day at work and only had maybe 3 or 4 hours of sleep.

Then he felt Cas’s head tilt down to rest upon his and for fucks sake if this wasn’t the most relaxed he has felt all week.

Even in this room filled with boring words being spoken - Chuck never really was a great writer but he sure as hell writes a lot - and a tense Novak family, Dean could feel like he could fall asleep right here.

“Mr. Winchester?” Dean blinked open his eyes as Cas gently patted his face.

He sat up straighter as he looked up at the lawyer who was practically glaring at him. To be fair it felt like everyone was. “Um, yeah?”

He heard Raphael groan in annoyance and Dean tried hard not to glare at Cas’s brother.

“We’re ready to talk about what you are getting from Mr. Chuck Novak. So if you’ll kindly give me your attention.” The lawyer calmly stated, sounded like a creepy old man from a damn Scooby-Doo episode. Actually, he kinda looked like one too.

“Sure.” Dean nodded once. Feeling Cas squeeze his knee and then everything went to hell.

The words sounded almost far away when the lawyer guy said them and it wasn’t until Bobby was tugging at his arm to stand up that Dean got on his feet. His legs were shaky and he turned to look at his Uncle and Cas who told him to go.

All he had to do was walk up to the lawyer. To take the pen to accept the gift. Shit. He didn’t even accept those expensive headphones Charlie gave him last Christmas and he was supposed to accept this?

Fuck. He’s gonna throw up.

“Dean?” He heard Cas call out to him, the concern was clearly there but Dean didn’t turn to look at him.

Didn’t really look at anyone really - too busy looking down at the fucking pen he had to pick up. So maybe that’s why he never saw it coming. Saw Mike get up from his chair and land a punch on his jaw.

Everything after that was kind of a blur.

It wasn’t until the security came and everyone froze that he saw Cas standing over Dean. Cas’s fist was pulled back, ready to land another punch on Raphael, while his other hand was grabbing his brother up by the collar. Mike and Luci were still arguing with each other in a wrestling match about who was Chuck's actual favorite son - pathetic for these grown men to be fighting about.

Gabriel was sitting, rolling his eyes about all of this, while Bobby and Anna waited outside the office. Yelling at them to stop before the cops showed up.

“Now,” The lawyers spoke up after they all sat back down. “Will Mr. Winchester please sign the papers so we can continue?”

Cas shoved Raphel back and he fell back on his ass. He then turned around and held his hand out for Dean to take and help him up.

“Sign them.” Cas' voice was firm as he motioned towards the papers with his chin. Dean was just a little too distracted by his face. It was bloody and his hair was all ruffled. Fuck, bad timing to think Cas looked hot. “Dean.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Dean cleared his throat and quickly took the pen out of the lawyer’s hand to finally sign on the dotted line. The room went quiet again. “There.”

Half of the Novak fortune was now his and thankfully so was Bobby’s Garage. Yeah, he’s gonna throw up.

The drive to Cas’s hotel was a quiet one.

Cas was in the passenger seat with his head against the window. His eyes were closed with bloody tissue up his nostrils and an ice pack balancing on his cheek. Dean could see Cas’s foot still taping to the music, he probably didn’t even realize that they were parked outside the building now.

Dean took the chance to just look at him. Enjoying the view of Cas sitting passenger side. He looked so relaxed considering what they just went through and if it wasn’t for the foot taping Dean would think he has fallen asleep. His suit jacket was draped haphazardly on the back of the bench. Remembering Cas getting in the car with an angry huff, loosening his tie, and undoing the top few buttons of his shirt after he slammed the car door shut.

The bruised knuckles and blood speckled shirt didn’t stop Cas from doing his old car routine. Getting angry when his mixtape was not found inside the box but let out a little, “Oh.” when he realized it was already in the tape deck. He quickly rewinded the tape before slipping it back in.

“Dean. I need you to turn on the car.” He told him. Voice low and gravely more than usual because of his frustration.

Dean just did what he was told. Turning on the car and backing out of the parking space as Cas pressed play to let Tangerine fill the car.

Now Kashmir was playing its final beats and they both knew it was the last song on the tape. Dean drove slow - he even took the long way and tried to hit as many red lights as he could - but it was time for Cas to get out of the car and leave this calm. Leave this safe space.

“You sure Bobby isn’t mad for leaving him with Gabriel?” Cas didn’t look at him as he asked. His arms just wrapped tighter as he hugged himself. He was stalling and Dean really wished he didn’t have to leave the car at all.

Dean nodded even though Cas wasn’t looking at him. He relaxed against his seat with a heavy sigh and when he nervously licked his lips he could taste the dry blood on them. The split on his bottom lip was apparently much smaller than he imagined but still burned like a motherfucker.

“He likes Gabriel - surprisingly enough - so I’m sure he’s fine.” Dean reaches over to hover his fingertips over his throbbing cheek and he lets out a small chuckle. “Never imagined this is how today was gonna go.” He throws his head back to rest against the bench seat. “Fuck my face hurts.”

He sees movement out of the corner of his eye and then he feels an ice pack gently being pressed against his lip. Cas scooted closer to him on the bench, tucking his feet under himself so he could kneel beside Dean, and look down at him with such wide sad eyes. It was heartbreaking to see those baby blues look so broken. Almost empty.

The anger clearly faded and now Cas was left mourning not only his father but a life he just can’t afford anymore.

Dean covered Cas’s hand with his own and slowly lowered the ice pack just as Cas scrunched his lips together to hold back his cry.

“Cas,” Dean looked up at him and carefully reached to wipe the stray tear that escaped. “It’s okay.”

Cas nodded as he smiled through the tears he was now freely letting fall now. Landing down on Dean’s own cheeks. “I know.”

“Then why are you crying?” Dean didn’t move from where he was looking up at Cas. Letting his thumb make small circles against Cas’s bruised up cheek. “You know I wouldn’t ever leave you to fend for yourself. You’re too stupid for that.”

Cas laughed, it was mixed in with a sob but his eyes looked brighter. That was good. Dean can’t stand looking at those still icy eyes any longer. He wanted him warm cause that is what Cas is. He’s warmth.

“Are you mad at me for accepting?” Dean quietly asked as he took the ice pack from Cas and raised it up with his free hand to press against Cas’s eyebrow bone where a ring must have cut him. Dean’s other hand was still carefully tracing his cheek. If he could only have these touches for this short time then he is sure as fuck going to take advantage of them. Of these soft touches. Quiet whispered voices. This closeness.

Cas has to go back to Mick but right now Cas was his. In this car, Cas was his.

“Course not, Dean.” Cas closes his eyes with a wince. “I’m glad you accepted. Dad never really liked me so I was surprised I was even mentioned in the testament at all. I am fine with what I got. Then again,” Cas opened his eyes and raised his bad brow only to wince harder. “Fuck, that’s gonna be annoying.”

“Control your damn face.” Dean chuckled as Cas stuck his tongue at him. “Then again?”

“Ah, um, then again I didn’t expect you to get the big price.”

“You sound mad.” Dean looked back at him with a wary look and Cas reassured him with a smile.

“Confused is more accurate.” Cas took the melting ice pack from Dean and now it was Dean’s turn to get his bruised face iced. “I just wish we had more closure. Like what the hell does it mean that you were the only one doing what you were supposed to be doing?”

“Fuck if I know, man, but...I’m sorry, Cas.”

“Don’t be, dumbass.” Cas chuckled as he carefully dabbed at his lower lip. “I’m happy for you, Dean. Truly. I’m glad that you were there for him when none of us were. Even if he was difficult at times.” Cas sighed and leaned back on his legs. “I’m glad he was just as fond of you as I was. It’s nice to know I had that in common with my Dad.”

Dean made a face. “Dude, hopefully not the same way.”

Cas threw his head back to laugh. It was loud and his eyes crinkled on the side. His dumb nose scrunched up as he leaned forward to grin back at Dean. Eyes so bright and warm that Dean could feel his breath catching in his chest. It was such a beautiful sight that Dean sat up and stretched his neck until their noses were nuzzled together.

Dean could feel Cas’s gasp out in shock, his breathing coming out shaky and heavy against Dean’s lips. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What is he doing?

“Cas?” Dean watched as Cas slowly closed his eyes. He answered with a soft hum before swallowing hard.

Dean’s hand reached to cradle the back of Cas’s neck as his heart pounded in his chest. It felt so damn heavy and scary because Cas was so close. He could kiss him right now. Fuck, he can have those damn sweet bruised up lips against his own for another second. He can have him like this one final time.

Feel the burn of his mouth against his own and let that be enough. Let it be the only thing that had him floating above water or it could finally be the thing that drowns him. Be the thing that finally takes him under and he’ll have no choice but to fight for his life. Fight to finally have Cas.

“Dean.” Cas’s voice was shaky and desperate. It sounded like an agonizing plea while he felt Cas shuffle closer. Then Dean’s eyes dropped closed as he felt just the slight brush of their lips.

He felt Cas’s full-body shiver as he sighed and Dean wanted to see more.

A whimper escaped between Dean’s lips as he felt his whole body heat up and he knew - fuck he knows! - how stupid this is. How much this will hurt when he eventually ends up getting fucking pulverized but he can’t think of that right now. He can't think of the damn consequences when Cas is right here. When he is slowly crumbling against his touch.

Dean tilted his head forward again to brush their lips together to finally-

The loud knocking on the roof of the car made them jump back. Cas quickly crawled back to his side of the bench only to jump back when Mick was at the window. Clearly forcing a smile.

Clearly, he saw the whole thing.

“Cas.” Dean tried reaching for him but Cas was already opening the car door.

Mick looked like he was about to scream but his face froze as the anger faded to concern. “Castiel! What - what happened?!”

“Can we talk inside?” Cas closed the car door and Dean flinched in the driver's seat.

“Sure.” Mick took Cas’s hand and Dean couldn’t see their expressions anymore but he saw Cas stiff shoulders as they walked away from the car. Hand in hand they didn’t look back and Dean was left alone.

Again.

Cas didn’t pick him again. He knew it too and it still fucking hurt like a son of a bitch.

He hit the steering wheel in frustration a few times, letting out screams before he quickly turned on the car to start to drive.

He can’t go home. No. Home kind of walked away from him again. But he’ll stay at Bobby’s.

Just the idea of walking into his cold apartment shatters him. So he’ll go and bother his little brother. He’ll just...he’ll take the long way home.

Dean spent most of the next day bussing himself with work. If he wasn’t under a car then he was in his office - pulling his hair mostly - finishing paperwork that felt never-ending. He ignored his personal phone - putting it on do not disturb with the exception of Sam, Charlie, and Bobby - while he tried to think of anything but Cas.

He did it for five fucking years so why was it so hard now? Why can’t he just push him back and out of his mind again?

Dean let his head fall and bang against the desk. Maybe it’ll knock some sense back into him.

“Why is it that you’re always doing that when I walk in?” He heard Sam’s voice and Dean’s response was just to flip him off. He heard Sam laugh and then two chairs scrape against the floor. He looked up to see Charlie was also there.

“What do you two want? I told you I still don’t have the money.” He folded his arms on the desk and let his chin rest on them. “I promise I’ll call you so you can see the number.”

“It’s dinner time, stupid.” Charlie pushed the paper bags on the desk where Sam was cleaning up. Stacking papers on one side and making room so they wouldn’t dirty anything. She smiled down at him, it was sad again. “You didn’t eat breakfast and barely finished your lunch.”

“Not hungry.” He shrugged as if they would buy it.

They shared a look with each other and Dean rolled his eyes.

“Well, we are. So eat with us.” She said while she opened the paper bags to hand him the food they got him. “We even went across town to get those curly fries you like.”

“Yeah and look!” Sam gives him a black styrofoam take out container. “We got you that berry cobbler you like! With ice cream.”

Dean lifts his head up and accepts the cobbler. “Fine. But it better be warm.”

They were about to start eating when they heard a soft knock at the door. Dean sighed as he called out, “It’s open!”

The door slowly opened and then Cas popped his head in with an awkward smile. Those sad eyes front and center again.

Dean quickly stood up but then he noticed Mick was standing beside him with his arm around Cas’s waist.

“Um, hello everyone.” Cas smiled at them and there was a hard tug on his lips. He swallowed hard as he awkwardly shuffled his feet before stuffing his hands in his pockets. Then his eyes looked up to meet Dean’s. “Dean? Can we talk?”

No. No. It sounds broken. Sounds like he’s about to say...goodbye.

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border-spam · 4 years ago

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Leech Lord prompts: Hatred

Troy

He cannot fucking stand the makeup and costume team.

Can't.

He sits quietly with so much rage boiling in his abdomen as they scurry around him that he's started needing to remove the prosthetic for most pre-stream prep sessions

He told them it's so they could maneuverer easier, that he was sick of them catching on the sharp edges and jostling him as he'd wait in silence for an hour while they worked his face and body, but it's really because of how many times he's splintered an armrest or come far too close to just grabbing one of them when they won't.. shut.. up.

He hates himself for it more than anything because he knows damn well they aren't actually doing anything wrong. He used to do all his own makeup, all his own costume prep, but as years passed and his attention and time had to be stretched further across more responsibilities and daily tasks, Tyreen insisted they give up on running their own prep sessions and leave it to a group with more skill and far more efficiency than a man with one arm..

She was right. There is no argument, she was right, but God he wishes he'd never have to fucking see any of these people again instead of having to endure them daily, controlling his breathing while they swarm about like insects, applying accessories and fixing problems with how he looks.

They have to talk to each other, of course they do, how else can they do this job, but what they talk about? He hates it.

"No, go up a shade, his undereye is darker than yesterday."

"Need a green tone to cover the bruising, A-410m, no *dab* it on, don't smear, his skin's not great today"

"These need to come in another inch they're barely staying up, call in tailoring."

"Define the bridge harsher, yeah, makes him actually look masculine, stops the eyes looking as sunken too."

"This isn't working - it's just drawing attention to how flat this pec is, do we have any contouring shades we can lift the definition with? He's not balanced, right side’s smaller."

He loathes them, and they have no idea how close they come every day to finding out exactly how much.

Tyreen

There are exceptionally few in Tyreen's sphere of influence who can say no to her. Her followers absolutely do not. The sponsors, the business people, the grovelling off-planet mayors and politicians who travel to the Holy City to beg for her ear certainly don't either. Troy? Rarely, and she can usually muddle him enough afterwards with crocodile tears and gestures of care to get what she wants even when he denies her at first, but his Saints?

Some of his Saints... she wants to eat alive.

Ur-Aurum is the worst by far. He's impenetrable. Has been for near a decade, ever since they handed over their first $5k to him in his citrus scented dust-free luxury office on Promethea. She's not sure she's ever seen the little man look intimidated yet alone act it. A stony-faced, immaculately dressed and groomed business mogul who sacrificed any spark of joy he was born with for hard logic a long time ago, and who has no problem telling God Queen Calypso, Holy Mother of the Vault... no.

He's told her no more than any living person has, including her father. Threats don't work and never have, he's never so much raised an eyebrow at what she does to people in his presence. Manipulation doesn't work because for all her skill, he is so much smarter than she will ever be and he damn well knows it. He's untouchable, Solomon runs all of finance at her stupid fucking brother's decision, and reports to him, not her. He has no family, he has no friends, he's a self-contained fortress of a man she can only scream frustrations at when she's denied, when he shoots down a request for budgeting or vetos a new project she wants to push.

She's disarmed around him, powerless because of this horrible little gremlin, this weakling half her size and weight, and she hates him for it. Loathes him for being so strong without needing to hurt anyone, so dominating without saying a word. Solomon commands respect without a gun or threat or nightmarish cosmic power..

He's stronger than her. She hates him.

Seifa

-- Ur-Machina:// - Mechanica Dept - Internal Com --

U-M : Update immediately - why was 100Ur0B-na blocked with your sign off? That shipment was cleared through lead meetings, it was meant to touch dock 3 hours ago and we're only finding out it was cancelled now. No comms?-

U-C : No need for comms, Saint permission levels are equal, we don't need to send your side updates for every decision made here, remember? Calm down, from what I hear things are stressy enough down in your waste pit without you embarrassing yourself in front of your poor crew by throwing one of your little tantrums.-

U-M : Xan that's very interesting, really. So you without any warning whatsoever cancelled a high-security order that's going to end up causing a major project disruption, and you did this with who's authority? You need to go through Sol to redirect funding and you've left a hell of a messy paper trail here, very easy to follow... did he ok the budget for this new marketing venture?-

U-C : None of your concern, junker. The Holy Father clearly doesn't keep a tight enough grip on your kind's leashes if you don't know your place yet. Necessary channels and processes were followed. We're airtight, you can stop wringing your greasy hands together and put them to some use for once, do some actual work that doesn't involve spreading your legs for a change.-

U-M : Sorry Xan, some of that com text was garbled or something, shame! You should have your techs check out the connection on Marketing's side. Pinged Sol by the way! He's surprised, never heard of this request? I'd expect a call shortly. Honestly, considering who's shipment that was, I'm pretty shocked myself. Maybe I could send you some of my crew over some time, give your team a hand with double-checking data before you dig your own grave in the future!-

//File attached: 100Ur0B-na: Sec code GKT -Personal order- High prio

U-C : We'll have this resolved shortly, thank you for your time.-

U-M : Always got time for you, hun.-

Asks are Open!

(Amazing art from Sick Mick in source)

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 4 years ago

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Girl’s Night Out

Final Lisa Snart Appreciation Week fic, back when I was on the captaincanary train and thought the show could use some female friendships.

"We are going to rule this place!" Lisa whooped enthusiastically, running to the street and urging the blonde behind her to hurry up.

"Calm down, Party Princess. Don't want people to think you're already drunk and cut you off." Sara retorted at the woman's giddiness.

"Cut me off? Never. Who wouldn't give little ol me a drink" Lisa drawled, putting on the most angelic face she could muster, and twirled a strand around her pinkie. That got the men every time. The sweet, nice farm girl role was easy to play and so much fun to watch how they fall over themselves to carry her bags, and shoes, and comfort her when she threw up in the toilet, warning her not to go too fast yet always offering her a round of mimosas the second she perked up. It was Thursday night. Girl's night for Sara and Lisa.

It had started a couple of months ago when Leonard miraculously returned from the dead. Lisa had almost refused to believe it. After months of mourning she didn't want to be reminded of him or worse, see it was just some imposter. It would hurt too much. But Mick basically dragged her along to the mission and she had been thrilled to see it was the real Leonard. Leonard had been beaten, traumatized and depressed but slowly he got better with the help of the Legends and especially with the care of herself, Sara and Mick.

When Lisa had found out about Sara and Leonard's relationship, well to say that the Snart protective streak was all on Leonard's side, please. She stalked the Lance home and once Sara entered her room, Lisa asked her point blank what her intentions were with her brother and that if she ever broke his heart due to some stupid-You're evil, I can't be with you excuse, she was personally going to cut some body parts and feed it to her.

After Sara had calmed her down (i.e. kicked her ass), she assured her that she would in no one intentionally hurt her brother.

Lisa grudgingly had to apologize for shoving the knife to her throat. The next day, Sara decided to make up for the whole confrontation by hanging out together.

It had been a blast. Lisa didn't have many girl friends, even Shawna the only Rogue she hated out with voluntarily, hardly counted since she was gone as soon as the heist was over. Plus Sara was pretty cool, she didn't take crap from any man or woman, always was ready and willing to do some motorcycle races, drinking contests and even started teaching her how to knock a guy out with a boa stick. Nor did she sigh about how handsome Leonard was.

When Lisa had asked about their relationship, without weapons, Sara just explained how Leonard had helped her through a tough time and that he was very "cool" to say the least.

Bad puns aside, Thursday nights when Sara was home from traipsing around in the past the two would hit Central and sometimes Starling City and go clubbing.

Their first stop was Saints & Sinners. Lisa ran to the dance floor, grinding and shoving herself to the middle of the ground. Enjoying the heat and action and the strobe lights hitting her silver sequined mini dress, sending sparkles around.

She looked around for Sara and saw she was by the bar, glaring moodily out the window. Lisa shimmed to her side, "What'sup are you gonna go bust out the moves again?" "I'm okay. I'll just be here with the drinks" Sara answered, stirring the rim of her gin glass. "Are you sure? I mean the guys loved you last time. Remember the eunuch test?" Lisa tried to copy the move that Sara had done which involved some odd gymnastic bend with a machete.

"Yeah, I would like to see your moves" A guy with way too much cologne approached them, sleazy sliding his hand up and down Sara's arm. 'Whatever" Sara shoved him off, making him crash to the nearest table and walked out the doors, "Lisa let's go to Jitters I'm tired of this place." Lisa raced behind Sara, "Are you okay? You didn't give that creep the throw down you usually do." "Lisa, I'm not going to start a bar brawl every time someone hits on me." Sara muttered irritably.

When they reached Jitters, Lisa was pleased to see it was karaoke night. She cheerfully mocked and snarked about all the unfortunate singers who went up to sing and was thrilled when even Cisco Ramon and his friend, Barry something came on stage too to do a "The Ten Duel Commandments.”

She waved to Cisco but stood by Sara because it was Girl's Night and she could flirt all she wanted tomorrow. Plus she was a little concerned, Sara hardly cracked a smile or even replied to her sarcastic compliments. Something was bugging that girl, and Lisa wanted to know what.

"What's with you" Lisa hissed, pulling Sara to the nearest bathroom stall.

“Nothing, Lisa. I'm not in the mood okay. No what I'm sorry if I'm bringing down your night. I can go home, we can do this another time." Sara grumbled, starting to put on her coat.

"No way, you're getting off that easy. Talk to me" Lisa gripped her arm tightly. "Let me go" Sara snapped, kicking Lisa to the sinkLisa grabbed Sara hair in an effort to keep steady, and swiftly put her in a headlock.

Sara elbowed her in the chest, flipped her over and pinned her. Her knee eating on Lisa's chest with excrutiating pain. Damn assassin training!

Lisa felt a rising panic, why did she push the buttons of a bloodlust assassin? She had to snap her out of it. "Sara! Stop being a neandrathalic dumbass and talk to me!" Lisa cried, using one of Len's favorite insults.

Sara blinked slowly, realizing what she was doing and hastily got up, “I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me, I thought I had learned to get over it."

"Whatever, you can have a nice long soul searching talk with Lenny about that. Just tell me what's got you so shitty" Lisa said, dusting on off her dress.

Sara sighed and leaned against the wall, looking downcast. "Laurel."

Lisa suddenly understood Sara's whole attitude during this night. She moved beside her, and knocked her shoulder against hers in a silent solidarity.

“I’m sorry," Lisa whispered.

"I know this sounds selfish, but Mick got to say goodbye to Leonard when we thought he died, then it turned out he didn't. I'm thrilled, those few months without your brother hurt me too. But at least there was some closure there and we had a chance to go back in time and fix things. But I can never do that for Laurel. It was Darhk's doing not the Oculus or the Time Masters. There was so much I needed to apologize to her for." Sara hid her face with her hands and slid to the ground. Lisa made sure to lock the bathroom doors and slid down next to her. "I know how you feel.” Sara looked at her questioningly, "And it's not about Lenny's death. It's my mom's. I learned that for those who are dead and for sure are not returning, you've got to hope. Hope and think about them. It's incredible stupid but it works. Laurel loved you, I'm sure. Would she have really want to end things with grudges and stuff? No good sibling would. I bet she understands all the things you want to tell her."

Sara nodded solemnly and got up. “We can do this another time, I just need to be alone for a little bit" Sara said, managing to keep a steady voice despite her wet cheeks. "But thanks."

"It's what sisters do" Lisa shrugged, and Sara stared at her questioningly "You're going to be around Len for awhile so I just accepted the fact that we're sisters now. You should probably start too." Lisa said a matter of factly.

Sara nodded slowly, "I think I could get used to the idea." Lisa shrugged, "You better. I already started.. uh stealing some of your boots that you left at Lenny's but since we're sisters now, we can just call that borrowing."

Sara heaved a big sigh, and Lisa smiled to herself. It was going to be a pretty weird family relation but it was gonna be a hell of a fun one.

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lurking-umbra · 4 years ago

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Bad things happen bingo fill #8: time loop, as requested by @milesnsmiles and Ben and Juno, as requested by @geode-to-joy TWs: blood, death mention, vomit mention

"You took your sweet time getting here. What's the matter? Had something better to do?" Sarah Steel asks as soon as I approach the apartment. She's waiting outside of the front door, which strikes me as odd. Ma rarely went outside without a purpose, and the way she is leaning next to the door makes me worry that she was waiting for me. I have no idea what she means, but my stomach drops either way. She is angry at best, and furious at worst, and the best time to handle Sarah Steel is when she is out cold. It doesn't matter how long I've been out of this place, the fear of Sarah Steel that ran through my veins as a child doesn't go away easily. I don't see Ben anywhere in view and for some reason that sets off all of my internal alarms. The need to find Ben, to see him and know that he's alright pulls at everything in me. Ma lets me open the door to the apartment without a fight, but Ben isn't in immediate sight.

"Where is he?" I snap as my heart thuds in fear, feeling like it might burst out of my chest at any moment.

"It's been months since you've seen old Ma, and I don't even get a hello?" She asks instead of answering my question as she follows me inside. The door closes behind us and a small part of me wonders if I just cut off my escape route.

"Tell me where..." I start, and she cuts me off so that she can rant instead. I'm not sure what she means by it, but the dread I'm feeling grows as she trails me throughout my search of the apartment.

"...'it's alive!' and it wishes it was dead. Just like you gave me," she finishes.

"What the hell are you--?" I start, whirling around to look at her. As she monologues about having control over life, about rowing and paddling and oars, the panic in my chest builds. Ben isn't in the main room, or the kitchen, and he hasn't come in to check on us at the sound of our voices. I try the door to our room... his room, now that I've moved out, and it's locked. This isn't exactly unheard of, but for some reason, this time makes my skin crawl. "Ben? Benten? Are you in there?" I call, banging on the door. Sarah continues speaking, but I'm too caught up in the feel of my heartbeat thudding in my throat in an attempt to choke me. "Benten!"

"Why are you shouting?"

"Give me the key," I demand.

"Why? You know what's in there. I smashed your oar like you smashed mine," Ma explains. She says more, but that's the part that sticks in my ears and echoes in my brain. "Why!" I ask, but don't bother listening for an answer. If she did what she claimed she did, her answer doesn't matter anyway. I bang on the door once more, hoping against hope that she's wrong, that she's just hallucinating, or maybe she missed and Benten is still alive behind that door.

"I couldn't even do this right. No control left. Nothing," she snorts and shakes her head, as if any part of this is funny or even amusing. "I've been thinking about it, though, and I think this is better. Much better. Go see him, then. And see how fast the current takes you." She tosses the keys in my direction, and I'm too focused on getting to the right one to argue with anything she said. Sarah Steel has never been as important to me as Benzaiten anyway.

It takes me a few tries to get the keys in the lock and turn it the right way with the tears that have started to stream down my face. I know what Ma said and what she meant, but I can't help but hold out hope that she's wrong somehow. When I finally get the door open and call out for Ben, the first thing I notice is the blood. It seems like there is far too much for one body, a metallic stench filling the air. My stomach flips just looking at it and I worry that I will make an even bigger mess by getting sick. A sob tears its way out of my throat as my knees decide that they are done holding my weight and collapse to the ground. I lean over Ben's body, my hands shaking as I try to feel for his pulse. Based on the amount of blood on the floor, it's a useless endeavor, but I can't bring myself to give up on Benten just yet.

When I wake up the next day, I remember what had happened the day before. My heart stalls in my chest as I remember that I am now half of a pair, and not even the better half. I'm not sure how long I spend in a panic, my breathing fast and shallow as I remember the pool of blood Benten had been laying in, the way his blank and lifeless eyes had seemed to bore into mine. I stay like that for a while, my brain caught in a loop, until I hear the chiming noise of a message on my comms. I almost don't check it, too caught up in my sorrow to care, but something else in me urges me to check. It's a message from Benten, and that is what gets me sitting up to stare at my comms.

It's the same message as the one he sent yesterday, and as I read it over and over, I realize that it's more familiar than even that. This is... this is the last message I have from Benzaiten, but he died twenty years ago, not yesterday, even if sometimes the pain was so intense it felt as though it had. So if Benzaiten had died twenty years ago, what was I doing here, staring at his last message to me? What was happening that made me remember everything that had happened that day like it was yesterday?

My eyes catch on the message again, even though I haven't stopped staring at it. If this really is that day, maybe I am meant to stop it, to change what happened. What other reason was there for living the worst day of my life over and over again?

I dial Benzaiten's comms number, hissing a curse when the call goes straight to an automated message. "Pick up your phone, Benzaiten," I growl as his recorded voice tells me to leave a message. "Benten, don't go back to Ma's tonight. I don't know why you're not picking up your comms, but please trust me. Nothing good will happen if you see mom tonight." With that I hang up in frustration. I spend a few seconds staring restlessly at my comms before I fling back the bed sheets and climb out of bed. Maybe if I hurry, I can catch Benten and stop him on his way home.

A few hours later, running out of places to look for Benzaiten, I wonder if I should admit defeat and go to Ma's apartment. The need for me to locate Benten wars with the utter revulsion I have at the thought of willingly entering that apartment. But I've already stopped by Benten's workplace and the dance studio where he practices and teaches lessons in his free time, and Mick hasn't seen him today either. So I get back in my car and drive over, worry building up in my stomach. There's no reason for it to have already happened if I'm meant to stop it. I'm not sure if that is what's going on, but a small part of me I thought I had buried a long time ago hopes so.

When I get to the apartment building and up to the right floor, Ma is already waiting outside. Whatever little hope I thought I had dies, and I am struck with the urge to turn away. Something stops me though, prevents me from turning away even though I don't want to watch this tragedy happen. I've already done this, and recently even, but this feels so much more real than when I had the Theia Spectrum removed. Ma greets me with the same words as yesterday, the same self-centered rant that is her justifying the murder of Benzaiten. Even knowing how this scene ends, the panic and fear come rushing back, every bit as real as the first time this happened, decades ago. I rush into the room to find my brother sprawled out on the floor dead, the blood that should be keeping him alive pooling beneath him. I live through the whole scene, unable to look away until I wake up in my bed again to the chime of my comms and that same damned message. I'm not sure how many times I go through it, doing my best to stop the tragedy that I know is coming and yet never managing to prevent it. Instead I live through my brother's death over and over again, feeling it all blend into one never-ending nightmare, no matter how hard I try.

When the time loop is finally broken, I find myself lying in one of the beds of the med bay, the sight of Benten as I saw him last still imprinted in my mind. Nausea roils in my stomach and up my throat and I do my best to swallow past it. I feel like someone had dragged me halfway across the desert of Mars and then stabbed me directly in the brain a couple hundred times just for fun.

"Are you with us now, Steel?" Vespa rasps from where she is sitting beside my bed, checking some of the equipment there as Buddy hovers close by. The red of Buddy's hair catches my eye and I am hit with a much stronger and clearer picture of Benten lying in a puddle of his own blood and I turn my head to the side to retch. Nothing comes up, and the movement only makes me more aware of the ache that was my whole body and ratchets up the pounding in my head.

"Does that answer your question?" I grind out.

"Not entirely, but your terrible personality sure does," Vespa snarks back. She leans over and shines a light into my eye, and that feels like she had decided to make friends with whoever had stabbed me in the brain.

"Oww," I groan as I slam my eye shut, dragging an arm up over my eye for good measure. I retch once more, which only serves to make me feel even worse. "Are you trying to finish the job of whoever tried to kill me?"

"They weren't trying to kill us, Juno," Buddy corrects.

"Then what the hell happened?"

"There was a light hallucogenic in the air of the scene of our last heist. It was only enough to affect someone gradually, which is why we were all able to get out before it hit."

"But why?" I ask.

"Apparently our target was very angry at one of their guests, and the rest of us were caught in the crossfire. They posted a public apology on some type of forum a few hours ago."

"And that's supposed to make it all better that we... what? Experienced the worst moments of our lives?"

"I never said it was a good apology," Buddy drawls, and I suddenly realize just how close she is hovering to Vespa, at least a hand kept in contact with her the whole time. I wasn't the only one affected by the hallucinogen, although when I look around, I note that I am the only one in the med bay.

"How is everyone else doing?" I ask.

"They're about as well as can be expected, darling, given the circumstances," Buddy replies.

"You're the last one to wake up," Vespa explains. "Everyone else has been out of their trance for at least a few hours."

I grimace. "And why am I so special?"

"We're not sure," Vespa replies, leaning over to look at a screen off to the side. "Which is why you're stuck in the med bay for the rest of the night." She rises from her chair and brushes her hands together. "Now that you're up and your vitals are fine, we're going to bed," she says, grabbing Buddy's hand and moving towards the door.

"Hey wait!" I call out. "What am I supposed to do if I need something?"

Vespa rolls her eyes at me, but Buddy beats her to an answer. "We'll send someone in for you, don't worry," she says before she whisks Vespa out of the door. I wonder who they would send in, and then I wonder if I even have a preference. I feel too exhausted and wrung out to fight it either way.

I am thankful when there is a gentle knock on the door and it opens to reveal Peter rather than Rita or Jet.

"Hello, dear," Peter calls as he makes his way across the room, a thermos and package of crackers in hand. I can feel my body relax slightly and for a moment any visions of Benten in my mind take a backseat to the wonder that is Peter Nureyev. I can tell that they are still there, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, but they're quieter at least.

"Hey," I replied, feeling a smile pulling at the corner of my lips.

"Everyone was very concerned about you," he adds as he settles into the chair Vespa had vacated. "Rita wanted to come check in on you, but Buddy suggested you might want a more delicate touch. Rita did tell me to say, and I quote, 'he can fire me if he wants, I don't mind'. I'll admit to not understanding entirely what she meant..."

"It's fine, Nureyev. I know what she means."

"That makes two of us, I suppose." Peter's hand reaches out for where mine is laying limply, hesitating slightly, as if he is waiting for me to startle."I hate to ask it dear, but... did you want to talk about your ordeal?"

Just thinking about that question makes me want to cry or vomit, and I'm not sure which one would be worse. "No," I reply flatly. Peter doesn't react to that much, but he does stop reaching for my hand. My stomach lurches at that and my hand chases after his instead. I remind myself that I am working at not snapping at people when I am hurting, and that Peter ought to know he had done nothing wrong. "I would rather not think about it," I say in a softer tone. "But I wouldn't mind spending time with you."

Peter's mouth pulls up into the slightest of smiles, the corner of a tooth glinting in the low light of the med bay. "Of course, my love."

My face heats up slightly at the endearment and I grumble halfheartedly as I search for something to say. "Yeah, well... what did you do while I was still out?" I ask, genuinely curious about what Peter and the rest of the crew had been up to.

Peter's facial expression doesn't change, exactly, but I can see the tension in his body, feel the way he tightens his hand in mine. "It was rather unexciting, I'm afraid. After I woke up..." Peter pauses and I wonder what scene he relived in his own time loop. "I'll admit that I wasn't very good company at the time."

"I'm sure no one would be," I comment when he doesn't seem inclined to speak any further. "I can't promise that I'll be good company myself." I pause and add, "But I appreciate you sticking around anyway."

"Of course, my dear detective."

"Not a detective," I grumble as I sit up and cross my arms over my chest. His mouth pulls into the first real smile I've seen from him since I woke up at the common disagreement between us. "How is everyone else taking this? I asked Buddy, but you know how she is. How are Rita and the big guy doing?"

"Well, your former secretary seemed to shake off the visions fairly quickly. I must admit that she was the one who dragged me out of my room," Peter says with a flash of a grimace. "Jet seems to be bothered more by the hallucinogenic than whatever vision he may have relived. Vespa and Captain Aurinko--"

"Yeah I think I can just about guess how the two of them are," I interrupt. "They've been sticking together pretty close, huh?"

"There go those detective skills, Juno," Peter says with a grin that shows off the points of his teeth. "I haven't seen one of them without the other since I woke up."

I nod. "That fits with what I've seen of them. Jet is probably worried about maintaining his sobriety. And Rita... well, I'll check in with her when I'm free of this bed."

"That sounds like a decent plan, I'm sure she looks forward to being able to see you."

"Yeah," I say softly. "Hey, Nureyev?"

"Yes, Juno?"

"Do you uh--" I cut myself off and swallow hard with embarrassment, feeling my cheeks heat up slightly. "Do you think both of us could fit up here?"

"We can certainly try," Peter says as he rises from his seat and I scoot over to the far edge of the bed. It takes us a few moments to find a position that doesn't end up with one or both of us nearly on the floor and we settle with Peter laying on his back as I curl into his side. He has an arm wrapped loosely around my waist, and I can't help but think about how pleasant this is, how relaxed I am now that he's here, even if our physical positions aren't the most comfortable. Lying like this, I can imagine telling Peter about what I saw, about Benten's death and how I wish I could change it. Maybe not right this second when it still feels so fresh, but some time. Soon maybe. As long as I'm being indulgent, I imagine him telling me about his own hallucinations and being able to listen and comfort him in return.

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A Little Bit of Attitude Ch. 12: Ten Times Worse

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MAY 28TH, 1983

The summer sun beat down on the open field, heating up the enormous crowds of people that walked the U.S Festival. San Bernardino had almost every sunset strip regular come to watch bands play for Heavy Metal Day on Memorial Day Weekend. The Bass Sisters alongside Amanda and Britney, strut down the fields aiming to find their sole reason for coming.

“You’re not hot in this black cape?” Athena asked, touching the loose black lace bell sleeve, curling her lip. Sammi smiled at her sister, raising her arms to show off her new kimono. “Clearly you haven’t paid attention to Stevie to know this is not a cape. Also, I’d rather not burn just wearing this leopard halter top. I’m still impressed Tommy actually got me something rather fashionable for Christmas.” said Sammi. Athena nodded, “Yeah yeah Stevie Nicks we get it.” Sammi gave a short giggled, putting on the black sunglasses.

Walking a bit ahead of the sisters, Amanda and Britney could not help but look at the festival with curiosity. “Man there are so many cute guys here,” Britney said, looking back at Sammi and Athena. “Yeah, rock concerts do have the best dudes sometimes. Or the grimiest depending on the show,” said Athena, tieing her long hair in a ponytail.

“Maybe you think all these random guys are cute due to Sammi’s influence,” Amanda said peeking through her sunglasses at Britney. Sammi tilted her head for a moment, looking at Athena.

“I don’t think Sammi has an influence on Britney for liking a different breed of guy than you, Amanda,” Athena said, swinging an arm around Sammi. Amanda turned back to see the girls, giving a sarcastic giggle.

“Well I mean Britney wanted Vince for a while and all of a sudden she stopped liking him,” Amanda said with a smile directly at Sammi.

“Because being horny goes away, Amanda.” said Britney, frowning at her roommate. Amanda only shrugged her, “Whatever you say,”. Sammi stayed silent, crossing her arms, staying close to Athena.

“Did the guys tell you where we’re even supposed to go?” Britney asked as her head slowly turned from catching eye contact with a long haired man.

Athena shakes her head looking around the field, Sammi mimicking her actions. The shows hadn’t started yet from the obvious lack of extremely loud instruments. Every fan prepared in front of the main stage, putting blankets on the ground as other’s got drinks for themselves. As the girls continued to walk aimlessly, Sammi soon noticed a crowd of photographers and reports near a small pond left of the field grounds.

The younger sister pulled away from Athena, trying to get a closer look as she squinted her eyes. From the outside, Sammi could only see a blonde and a brunette in the middle as they spoke to an older man.

“Holy shit is that Nikki and Vin?” Athena asked, walking next to Sammi.

“I wanna say yes. I can’t see for shit.” said Sammi, closing her eyes tight to then blink for some focus back in her vision.

Amanda and Britney walked beside Sammi and Athena, one with a scowl and the other with a happy smile. “How about you two go see if you can get their attention? Britney and I are gonna see what the hell you can eat in this place.” Amanda said, looking back at the festival. Sammi nodded looking back at Amanda and Britney, “Yeah you girls do that. Might take a while for them to notice us.”

Athena grabbed Sammi by the hand, playfully pulling her away from her friends trying to get closer to the crowd. “We’re definitely gonna need to push some people away,” Athena said squeezing past men, holding Sammi’s hand tighter. Sammi smiled as she passed the multiple men, remaining polite, unlike Athena. “Athena let's just stay here. We’re almost right in front of them.” Sammi said, holding Athena back slightly.

“So boys like we’ve been talking about, how do you want your image seen by the crowd and others today?” a man with a thick mustache asked Nikki and Vince as he wrote down on his small notepad.

Nikki took a sip of his drink as Vince only stared straight into oblivion, not bothering to answer. “Well you see, Man, we want everyone to know how much a couple of crazy delinquents who are ready to blow your mind.” Nikki said with a smirk on his lips as he took another sip from the solo cup. Sammi chuckled at Nikki’s response just as Athena rolled her eyes with a smile. “I swear this dude’s meant to own this shit,” Athena whispered to Sammi. “They all are. A good weird balance they all have.” Sammi said with a smile.

Vince pursed his lips out, toning out anything Nikki and the reporter were saying. It became boring for Vince to answer questions when he didn’t want to in the first place. This crew only caught him when he and Nikki walked around before their show. As Vince grabbed Nikki’s cup for a sip of whiskey, the blonde was able to notice a small girl off the left from the crowd. A smile grew on him, seeing Sammi and Athena happily whispering at each other.

“Is that smile from playing Heavy Metal Day?” the reporter asked Vince.

Vince blinked a few times as his attention got pulled back to the interview, “I-I’m sorry, what?”

“That smile you’ve got on. Is it because you’re happy to be playing your first festival on Heavy Metal Day?” the reporter asked again

Vince nodded, raising his eyebrows “Yea-Yeah I’m smiling because of that. Just happy to be here! Really excited!” Nikki looked at Vince from behind his sunglasses, studying his change in mood.

“I think it’s time for us to go, gentleman. Don’t want to be late at our own set,” Vince said patting the reporter on the shoulder as he walked into the crowd of men. He walked straight to Sammi and Athena, grabbing Sammi’s hand and hanging his arm on Athena’s shoulders. The threesome walked out of the crowd, Nikki following from a distance right as Vince engulfed Sammi in a tight hug.

“Finally you guys are here!” Vince yelled out into the sky, swinging side to side with Sammi still wrapped around him. “Tommy told us to look for you, but we got caught up,” Vince said pulling away, smiling down at Sammi.

“Well I mean you guys stand out all the time so it was easy to find you instead, Vinnie,” said Sammi, giving Vince a quick kiss on the cheek. From behind Sammi, Athena raised an eyebrow with a smirk at Vince who began to feel warmth in his cheeks. “Hi Vinnie,” said trying to withhold a laugh as she hugged Vince. “Shut up, Athena.” Vince whispered.

“You’re not gonna say hi, princess?” Nikki whispered behind Sammi causing her to jump slightly. Sammi turned on her heels with a smile on her face, hugging Nikki from the waist. “Hey, Nik! You looked like a natural talking to that reporter dude,” Sammi said looking up at him with her chin against his chest. Nikki smirked down fixing a piece of her hair. “Yeah have to get used to it, don’t I? By the way, hot outfit” pulling away from Sammi, holding her hand as he scanned her, “Been looking extra good every time we have a show.” Nikki said. Athena rolled eyes at Nikki, thankfully covered by sunglasses. “Thank you, Tommy got me everything for Christmas,” said Sammi.

“Correction, I got you that for Christmas.” said Vince, stepping closer to the youngest girl in the group. Sammi and Athena exchanged looks for confusion from the words of Vince.

“What? You really think Tommy would’ve remembered to send you out presenst?” Vince asked with a smile on his lips

“So the strap for my acoustic was from you?” Athena asked getting a nod in response from the blondie. “Damn, well thanks for the outfit then,” Sammi said, wrapping an arm around Vince’s waist. “Anytime,” said Vince, hanging his arm around Sammi’s neck.

Nikki looked away from the two, realizing Athena never gave him the time of day. “Hey Athena, you’re not gonna say hi?” Nikki asked smirking at the middle child.

Athena frowned, “Hi. Anyways, where the fuck is our brother?” asked Athena. Nikki chuckled dryly beginning to walk away from the group. “Follow me and I’ll take you to him,” Nikki says only to stop in his tracks at the sight of Amanda and Britney walking towards him.

“Hey girls! Nikki and Vince are gonna take us to Tommy and Mick.” said Sammi, peeling away from Vince as she took the pretzel Britney held out for her. “Nikki, Vince, you guys remember Amanda and Britney.” Nikki and Vince exchanged quick glances to each other, not knowing what to say.

“Hey boys, it’s really awesome to see you guys. Can’t wait for your guys' gig later on.” Amanda said with a broad white smile, making the boys cautious of the blonde.

“Sammi said you guys have been insanely good while on tour!” Britney said cheerfully with a giggle, Vince pressing his lips together, eyes growing as he heard the laugh. He took a quick glance at Sammi seeing her have a poker face.

“It’s great to see you girls,” Vince said smiling stiffly at the girls while Nikki only remained silent, averting eyes from everyone in front of him.

“So let’s go get your brother then girls,” Amanda said still keeping her smile on her face.

“Yes please, I’d like to ask why the fuck he doesn’t do shit on his own.” Athena said walking past everyone with Nikki following her. “Just follow us,” Nikki said, glancing back to the group to see Vince lace his hand around Sammi’s, making him groan silently as they walked towards the trailers and buses. Amanda took note at this as she walked behind the two, smirking to herself, readjusting her sunglasses.

Walking to the trailers showed the girls rockstar they’ve never thought they would see on a normal day. Athena grew a gigantic smile as she saw Ozzy Osbourne walk right past them, giving a quick high five to Nikki and Vince. Ozzy gave a nice smile to the girls behind the band members, ready to hit the stage.

“Oh my fucking god,” Athena gasped, stopping her tracks as she grabbed Sammi by the arm having her stumble slightly back.

“The fuck, A?” Sammi asked, scrunching her eyebrows together. “Look who’s talking to Tommy,” Athena said with a goofy smile. Sammi looked ahead of her, removing her sunglasses, to see her brother talking to a tall shaggy-haired blonde that resembled someone she’s seen on MTV. “Is that David Lee Roth?” Sammi asked straining her vision.

“You are correct sweet Sammi. Van Halen are the last act for today, another blondie lead singer,” Vince said, smoothing out the wrinkle lines between Sammi’s eyebrows.

“He isn’t jealous of the new cute blondie that’s going on before him,” Sammi asked raising an eyebrow to Vince.

“You think I’m cute?” Vince asked with a smirk on his face as he looked at Sammi. She rolled her eyes, linking her arm with Athena, walking to their brother.

“Tommy! Gotta surprise for you!” Nikki shouted, grabbing Tommy by his bare stomach, making the skinny drummer laugh. Tommy looked to see his favorite people smile up at him, “Athena! Sammi! Finally! I’m so sorry for missing the holidays!” Tommy said, engulfing both of them in a group hug. The girls patted Tommy’s back before pulling away from him, “It’s okay, Vince made up for it with the nice presents with your name on them,” Athena said with a bright white smile. Tommy shot a dagger to Vince, raising his arms in a questionable shrug. Vince only blew a kiss to the drummer.

Amanda and Britney stood in between Sammi, like the devil and the angel on her shoulders who smiled at him. Tommy returned the smile, “Hi Amanda. Hi Britney. Good to see y’all came as well. Everyone, meet our buddy David. He sings for Van Halen.” Tommy said, swinging an arm around David and patting him on the chest. David smirked at the girls soon noticing the sisters beauty.

“These are my sisters, Athena and Sammi.”

“Well aren’t you a cutie, Athena. You’re not bad either Sammi but I rather not touch,” David said, seeing Vince put an arm around Sammi as she smiled up at him. Athena giggled shyly, running her fingers through her hair as she looked at David. “Hey man careful with the sisters. You can look but no touching, unless ya ask.” Tommy said, pointing a finger at David’s face, making the singer laugh.

“Come on T-Bone we have to get ready, Mick’s already at the trailer. You girls are gonna finally see our updated era of Motley Crue,” Nikki said with a smirking, walking backward to the white trailer behind him labeled MOTLEY CRUE

“Hey can you and Athena help us get ready? Our asses are gonna need it,” Tommy asked his sisters, as Vince followed Nikki to the trailer. The sisters look at each other than to their guests, answering with a shrug. “Sure!” they said in unison. Tommy punched the air with a smile on his face, jumping on the balls of his feet. “Fuck yes! Amanda and Brit, you two can have a beer from the cooler right there by the door!” Tommy said to the blondes, bringing Athena and Sammi to the trailer.

Inside the cramped narrow trailer, the Bass sisters at first hand saw the mind of Nikki come to life for the band. The four men each had studded leather pants, ones with red stripes while Mick had a dark blue. The girls raised a smile at the new aesthetic. “Nice heels, Sixx,” Athena said, walking towards Tommy as he looped the buckles around him. Nikki glared at Athena as he buckled the front of the leather straps. Sammi stood in between Nikki and Vince, taking off her sunglasses as she looked at the costumes carefully.

“These outfits look sick. Reminds me of something off of Mad Max,” Sammi said, lightly gliding her hand over the studs from Nikki’s straps. Nikki smiled in the mirror, “Glad someone gets it. Help me buckle up?” Sammi nodded as she tightens all of the back and adjusted the spiky shoulder pads Nikki had on.

Patting Nikki on the back, Sammi turned her attention to Mick, giving him a thumbs up with a smile. “Hey Vin, you don’t need help?” Sammi asked, peeking over the shoulder of Vince, looking at him in the mirror. Vince smirked at the brunette, passing a bottle of hairspray to her, “Make sure the back looks good, Doll.”

With a quick fix of the hair, Vince thanked Sammi with a kiss on the cheek before walking out of the trailer. “Sam! Please help me with my makeup! Please!” Tommy yelled at Sammi, placing a stool right in front of her, looking up with a smile. “Red lipstick?” Sammi asked with a raised eyebrow. Tommy nodded with puppy dog eyes, “Nik said it looks cool!” Sammi only shrugged her shoulders, carefully playing with the black eyeliner and red lipstick she was given. Black smudged eyes and red lips on her brother’s face, Sammi never was an artist but didn’t want to make Tommy look bad. “Done!” Sammi said smiling proudly at her work.

A knock on the trailer came out of nowhere, walking in a younger man with a clipboard and lanyard around his neck. “Uh Motley Crue, you guys are going on in 30 minutes!” the young man said. He glanced at Athena and Sammi for a moment, “Are these special guests?”

“Yeah we’re his sisters. We also came with the two blondes outside” Athena said. The man nodded, “Alright then, come with me. I can show you to the stage while the talent finishes getting ready.” He said walking out. “Good luck guys,” Athena said, kissing Tommy on the cheek. “Good luck,” Sammi said, hugging Tommy.

Stepping out of the trailer, Sammi stood at the top of the three steps, attention immediately gravitating to Amanda. In front of her, Amanda suddenly turned on another side to her in front of Vince. The two stood in front of each other, closer than ever with Amanda’s tank top a tad bit lowered before. Athena looked between the tension, walking down the steps trying to not intervene. Britney paid no attention as she had another random guy talk to her. Sammi rested a hand against the railing, pursing her lips out. “Ahem” Sammi cleared her throat loudly, gaining a look from Amanda. “It’s time to wait by the stage, come on.” Sammi said giving daggers to Vince before putting on her sunglasses, walking straight to Athena only.

“Vince looks really hot in his new outfit,” Amanda said, popping her gum to the other girls, eyes glued on Vince. By the side of the stage where the girls stood, they saw the boys seconds away from performing their set. Sammi scrunched her eyebrows with a frown, looking back and forth at the two blondes, thankful Vince had his back to them. “They all look good in their new outfits. They look like villains,” Britney said, eyeing Sammi’s reaction seeing her cross her arms in discomfort.

“Well, I don’t think you’d be Vince’s type, to be honest, Amanda.” Athena said, swinging a protective arm around Sammi. Amanda looked at Athena straight ahead, “Why not? I’m blonde and hot. What more is needed to be his type?” Athena only shot daggers to Amanda, right as Tommy began beating his drums

The crowd was the biggest Motley Crue had ever had since being on tour. It was amazing how in the time of not seeing the boys for months, they changed again as they were able to take over the giant crowd. Vince’s voice echoed all across the field, getting even people who weren’t in the crowd look his way from a distance. Nikki and Mick were able to be in sync throughout every song. The new songs added made Athena excited for their album, “I’m so proud of Tommy,” Athena whispered to Sammi who only nodded. She cracked a smile when Tommy stood on his drum set, yelling with adrenaline. Sammi saw Vince for a moment not noticing Amanda’s smirk on her face as she also saw the singer.

After close to 40 minutes, the boys ran off stage covered in sweat to the girls. Tommy gave a hug to his sisters, even with their protests from his grossness. “Hey Van Halen is gonna go on in like an hour! Wanna all hang out by the trailers?” Tommy said, goofy smiling at everyone around him. The girls at each other for a moment, Amanda stepping aside. “I do have a question though? Where the hell can I find a decent restroom? I’m not going in a gross porta-potty.” Amanda said with a grim face at the band.

“Yeah, I could take you to the buses. Ours isn’t far from the trailers.” Vince said walking to Amanda. “I was gonna go change anyway,” Amanda raised an eyebrow to Vince. “Perfect let us go. I’ll see you girls later” said Amanda, smiling back at Sammi. The younger girl didn’t make a face or say anything, she only turned on her heels to the trailers. Britney and Athena exchanged a look as everyone scattered to their own thing.

“After you, Ms. Amanda” Vince said, holding the bus door open wide with a gestured arm. Walking in, Amanda couldn’t see anything out of place on the bus. Everything looked somewhat clean even if she could smell the stench of smoke in the air. “Toilet's all the way to the end over here. I’m gonna change in here.” Vince said, walking into the spare bedroom. “Thanks,” said Amanda as she disappeared.

Vince changed quickly out of the leather and into loose jeans with a vest, going to the front of the bus on a mission to find his baggie. Walking out of the restroom, Amanda leaned against the walkway from the bunks seeing Vince search for drugs. “You looked really good out there,” Amanda said, Vince slowly looking to her with a proud smirk.

“Why thank you. Glad to know you can give out compliments. Want a beer?” Vince asked, pointing to the small fridge. Amanda nodded, sitting down on one side of the miniature booth. Before Vince could get a beer, he opened a drawer next to the fridge, finding the hidden baggie that he aimed for. Grabbing the drugs with joy, Vince got two beers out of the fridge for his guest, sitting down in front of her. Amanda only smiled flatly as a thank you, eyeing the bag Vince held in his hands.

“Do you mind if I snort in front of you?” Vince asked, pointing at the pile of white powder on the table. “No, just don’t offer any to me,” Amanda said taking a sip of her beer. Vince cut up three thick lines for himself with a random thin card from his wallet, dipping down to snort fast, wincing at the feeling as he wiped his nose clean. Amanda only drank her beer in silence, seeing and thinking about Vince snorting. He looked happy snorting but Amanda was curious.

“Why exactly do you do coke?” Amanda asked, raising an eyebrow to Vince. Vince leaned back into his seat, pursing his lips out as he gave thought into the question. “I don’t know. I just like feeling looser faster, it makes me feel like superman.” Vince said with a shrug.

“Is that how you get all the girls? By feeling like superman?” asked Amanda with a mischievous smirk.

Vince narrowed his eyes at Amanda, “Wouldn’t you like to find out?”

Amanda shrugged with a coy smile, “I’ve always thought you were pretty hot.” Vince tilted his head slightly, smirk still remained.

“Even though you’ve been pretty much cold to me from the few times I’ve seen you.”

“It’s how I flirt. Like to see who’s brave enough to actually make a move,” Amanda said, finishing her beer.

“Well I’m flattered that you’re on the list of girls that find me attractive but I wouldn’t wanna mess around. For Sammi’s sake.” Amanda raised an eyebrow from the sound of Sammi’s name, extending her leg to rest on the lap of Vince. Vince looked down for a second, not knowing what was next.

“And why do you care what Sammi thinks? It’s your life,”

Vince cleared his throat as he shifted in his seat, “Because, I mean, you’re her best friend. I didn’t get with Britney and I’m glad because she’s Sammi’s other best friend. I just wouldn’t want to disrespect her.”

Amanda nodded, “I see. Oh, by the way, it was really sweet of you to get her flowers for her birthday,” Amanda said, leaning on the table smiling, “I think the only times Sammi’s gotten flowers were from guys who really liked her.” Vince shrugged, averting his eyes to the window next to them.

“And then buying her clothes that she loves, it’s really nice…. It’s too bad she likes Nikki.” Vince whipped his attention back to Amanda who smiled at him.

“What? What do you mean she likes Nikki?” Vince said in an almost whisper.

Amanda nodded, “She told us how they kissed when visiting and the flowers. Sammi even pressed the roses in a book to keep them. Brit and I could tell she was really into him when she came home. We just waited for her to tell us.”

Vince bit the inside of his cheek, taking big sips of his beer. “Damn, didn’t think she’d actually fall for his ass. You sure she said this?”

“100% sure. Why? Did the playboy catch feelings?” Amanda asked

Vince only shook his head, looking down at the table. Amanda slid out of the booth on her side, switching right next to Vince. He looked down at her chest first by accident for a moment, making close eye contact with her. “I know you said you don’t want to disrespect Sammi, but she wouldn’t care. Trust me I can take your mind off of it, Vince.” Amanda said, grazing her hand over Vince’s hair. He inhaled deeply and swallowing hard, “Okay,”

Sammi sat down on the steps of a random trailer, anxiously bouncing her leg and tapping at the neck her beer bottle. She looked up to see Athena flirting with David, Tommy talking to Ozzy, and Nikki leaving with other people. Sammi could only run her fingers through her hair as she then took a long sip. She didn’t need a watch to know it was taking long for Amanda to come back. Her mind ran wild, trying to calm down with the power of alcohol and not drugs even if she was offered twice already.

From afar, Britney could tell Sammi had been bothered by the actions of Amanda and it was getting worse. She grabbed herself another beer by the steps and sat next to Sammi. She turned to Britney giving a short forced smile. “Hey, having fun?” Sammi asked.

“No. I’m not. Something is going on with you. You’ve been looking nervous since the show ended and I think I know why.” Britney said taking a sip of beer, eyeing Sammi

Sammi’s smile began to crack, looking away. “I’m fine-,”

“Don’t lie. If you think something is going on, go find Amanda” Britney said looking straight ahead of her. Sammi looked at Britney, “What if I find something I don’t like?”

“It’s better than imagining something 10 times worse, and not fully knowing.”

“If A or Tom asks where I went, just make up a lie,” Sammi said, finishing her beer and getting up from the steps.

The walk to the bus felt like a slow descent to Sammi’s fear. She could feel her stomach twist and her chest grow heavy as she saw the Motley bus grow closer. As she stood in front of the door, Sammi inhaled deeply to calm her nerves slowly reaching out for the handle. She quietly opened the door, and took silent steps up onto the bus. At first, she didn’t see anything from the front. Only two bottles of beer along with a baggie were on the table, Sammi soon began to hear faint noises towards the end of the bus.

With even more silent steps reaching the spare bedroom door, Sammi pressed her ear against the wood. The muffled sound of moans echoed in the room with the sound of the bedframe hitting against the wall. Sammi was able to hear everything especially in the way Amanda moaned out Vince’s man. She wanted to pull away but was frozen as her chin began to tremble and eyes turned red. Sammi covered her mouth trying not to wipe loud, closing her eyes tight from the burning of tears almost escaping her eyes. She peeled herself off the door, walking fast out of the bus not caring about Vince and Amanda knowing someone caught them.

Sammi sunk to her knees on the grass, back against the industrial tire letting the built up tears leave her eyes slowly. The heaviness from her chest spread all over her body, trying her best to calm her breathing as she looked up at the sky. Sammi swallowed away the lump in her throat, wiping the makeup tear stains from her cheeks, picking herself up. She sped walk to the trailers aiming straight to Britney.

When Sammi got to the trailers, she found Britney talking to the same guy from before. Without saying anything, Sammi grabbed Britney by the arm, pulling her into the corner away from everyone else. She clung onto her best friend, hiding her face into her neck. Britney only wrapped her arms around Sammi, cursing in her mind.

“Amanda and Vince are having sex on the bus. It was 10 times worse,” Sammi whispered to Britney. Britney hugged Sammi tighter, rubbing small circles on her back.

“Sammi, I’m so sorry. I really didn’t think she was going to be like that.” Britney whispered into Sammi’s ear.

“I wanna go home.” Sammi said pulling away as more tears rolled down on her splotchy face. Britney frowned, wiping away Sammi’s tears with her thumb. “Sam we can’t your sister brought us here. Do you really wanna explain why you want to leave?” Britney asked, Sammi shaking her head as she sniffed. Sammi only fell back into Britney’s arms, burying her head in her shoulder. “It’s gonna okay, I promise.” Britney whispered.

All of a sudden, Sammi felt a hand on the small of her back, almost scaring her. She pulled away from Britney, seeing Nikki smile softly at Sammi. Nikki first noticed the black smudges around Sammi’s eyes, growing concerned.

“Everything okay, Sammi?” Nikki asked. Sammi wiped away any dried tears from her face, “Yeah I’m fine. I just really needed a hug.”

Nikki nodded slowly, “Maybe I can help with that,” Nikki said opening his arms up with a smirk. To his surprise, Sammi wrapped her arms around his waist making him hug her. Britney looked at the two for a moment, “I’m gonna go get a beer. I’ll leave you to it,” Britney said walking away. Sammi rested her chin on Nikki’s chest looking up at him with big brown eyes. “You sure you’re okay?” Nikki asked again as he wiped away smudged mascara, Sammi nodding with a small smile. He looked behind his shoulder, checking if the older Bass siblings were looking anywhere near them.

“Will a kiss make you feel better?” Nikki asked with a smirk. Sammi shrugged with a dopey smile on her face, “At this point, anything’s better.”

Sammi stood on her tiptoes, closing the space between her and Nikki. Truly it didn’t help Sammi, but feeling Nikki’s lips pressed softly against hers numbed the pain for a moment. Nikki deepened the kiss further, slipping his tongue past her lips. Sammi only accepted it with no hesitation, kissing him back. She relaxed around him, hoping memories would fade.

“Hey is Sammi mad at me?” Amanda asked looking over at Britney, sitting on the sofa together watching anything that was on tv. After the U.S Festival, the car ride back from San Bernardino was quiet. Athena was able to see a shift in her sister's demeanor but only put it in the back of her mind for later. Sammi fell asleep from the long ride home while Britney only looked out the window with no desire to speak either. Night had already fallen by the time Athena dropped the girls off at their condo.

“Ask her yourself,” Britney said, avoiding Amanda with coldness in her breath. Amanda scrunched her eyebrows together, “Are you mad at me too? Neither one of you has talked since getting home.” Britney bit the inside of her cheek, sinking into the sofa. As if her ears were burning, Sammi walked down the stairs fresh out of the shower. She didn’t bother to say a word to her roommates, only aiming for the kitchen.

“Samantha! Come in here and sit down,” Amanda ordered. Sammi stepped back into the living room, scowling at Amanda.

“Excuse me?” Sammi said, narrowing her eyes.

“Sit down. We need to talk,” Amanda ordered once again, pointing to the sofa seat from the far right of her.

“First off, don’t call me Samantha. You are not my parents. And secondly, don’t give me orders you are also not the boss of me.” Sammi said crossing her arms.

“Well, you’re not talking to me so I have to get your attention somehow!” Amanda said standing up to Sammi.

“I don’t have to talk to you if I don’t want to, Amanda! Sometimes I rather stay quiet with you,” Sammi shouted, turning to the kitchen with Amanda and Britney along her trail.

“And why don’t you want to talk to me? You and Britney have been giving me the silent treatment almost all day!” Amanda said to Sammi who grabbed a soda from the fridge.

Sammi rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her drink. “Amanda use your fucking head for once. Maybe you’ll figure out why we’re giving you the silent treatment.” Sammi said pointing to Britney by the dining table.

Amanda looked at the two for a moment, blinking rapidly “I still have no idea why you’re mad at me,”

“Oh my fucking god, Amanda! Really?! You’re not gonna admit it?” Sammi shouted, banging the bottle of coke onto the counter.

“Admit what?!” Amanda yelled, her ears easily showing a red tint.

“That you fucked Vince! You fucked Vince at the show!” Sammi yelled, breathing becoming heavy.

“Sam,” Britney said with caution, looking with pleading eyes.

“Why did you have sex with Vince?” asked Sammi, pressing her lips together.

Amanda pursed her lips out as she tilted her head to one side, “Why do you care if we fucked? Huh, Sammi?”

Sammi swallowed away the forming lump her throat. “I mean, if it’s because you like him then you really are dumb,” Amanda said smirking at Sammi. “Vince, or even Nikki, is never going to go for goodie good like you.”

“You don’t know that…” Sammi mumbled, eyes glossing over.

“Yeah, I do. He’s only nice to you because he feels like he has to be. Told me himself before he took me to the backroom. It was actually a pretty comfy bed.” Amanda said smiling. Britney grinds her teeth, shooting daggers at Amanda.

“And what do you have to say about Nikki, huh?” Sammi asked

“Sweetheart, he’s just a future druggie that wants attention. Nothing else.” Sammi nodded, looking down at the ground

“Sammi it’s better you found this out with me instead of finding him in a bed with a random. In the end, I’m helping you.” Amanda shrugged.

“Yeah well thanks for the help,” Sammi mumbled, bumping shoulders with Amanda as she raced upstairs to her room.

She fell on her bed, tears running down her face nonstop, weeping out any emotion. Sammi covered her face, turning on her side as she faced her wall of photos. Opening her eyes, she immediately saw the one photo of Vince pinned right by her head. Sammi ripped off the photo from the wall, throwing it on the floor.

She knew everything was too good to be true.

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Part 12 of the Cherry Stem Knots saga. I know it’s been forever since I updated this, but I hope this chapter delivers. Thanks for sticking around. The title comes from Taylor Swift’s song of the same title, and is inspired by a phrase in the chorus:

“This ain’t for the best. My reputation’s never been worse, so he must like me for me.”

CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, female reader, Mick Davies, Jo Harvelle, Jess Moore, Ash, Cassie Robinson WARNINGS: ANGST (as usual), emotional crap, low self-esteem WORD COUNT: 10,505

MASTERLIST Read this story on Ao3 HERE.

“Damn it.”

Dean slid out from under the car, standing to his feet and huffing out a breath. He walked over and grabbed a red rag, trying to wipe some of the grease off his fingers.

“She giving you trouble?”

Dean huffed out a laugh, glancing over his shoulder.

“Is that why we always refer to cars as women? Because they’re nothing but trouble?”

Bobby Singer, closest thing Dean ever had to an uncle, laughed, and Dean smiled. He shook his head.

“Carburetor’s shot. Radiator’s heading that same way. We might can get away with just replacing some of the wiring, but…”

Bobby nodded.

“I figured as much.”

Dean tossed the rag onto the top of the rolling tool box, amongst the tools scattered there. He shrugged his shoulders.

“I can work on it for a while. See what I can do.”

Bobby lifted his eyebrows, but nodded.

“Friend of mine’s bringing her cruiser in for an oil change.” “Yeah, I can grab it after lunch, if that’s okay.” “She didn’t have a time frame. That should be fine.”

Dean smiled as he walked into the garage, sighing as the cool air conditioning washed over him.

“This friend of yours … isn’t she the sheriff?” “Don’t start with me, boy.”

Dean laughed, going to a sink and washing his hands. Bobby walked in behind him, shaking his head as he crossed his arms over his chest. He watched Dean for a moment, waiting until Dean turned back and raised an eyebrow at him.

“What?”

Bobby shook his head.

“Come on. Let’s see what we can wrangle up for lunch.”

The sheriff’s cruiser was no problem for Dean to change the oil. It was almost mindless work, just something for him to do with his hands. The rest of the day went pretty much the same way, until Bobby decided it was time for them to close. When he did, they went inside and Dean went up to take a shower and wash the day’s grime away. After that, he came downstairs to help Bobby fix dinner, and once they’d eaten, he took a beer to Bobby’s back porch and sat on the steps, looking into the woods.

It was a routine that he’d settled into. One that he expected when he came to Sioux Falls, one he’d witnessed many times before in his life. Bobby was a creature of habit, something Dean took solace in, along with the fact that Bobby never locked his doors to a Winchester boy.

Bobby didn’t ask questions. He never did. He just walked onto the front porch when he heard the car drive up, eyebrows lifting towards the ever-present cap on his head when Dean climbed out and lumbered up the steps.

“Can I crash here for a while?” “You know you never have to ask, ya idjit.”

Bobby just wrapped him in a hug, ushering him inside and plying him with the good whiskey.

Dean didn’t offer to help in the salvage yard. He just showed up the next morning, grabbing a case of tools and getting started on one of the hundreds of junkers Bobby seemed to collect. He’d work all day, nose to the grindstone, and when the day was through, he’d come and sit on the back porch and watch the sun go down. He’d stare up at the stars, and then—and only then—would he let his mind wander.

It always went to the same place. Y/N. He knew he should feel bad for not thinking of Cassie, but he was all but certain they were done for, anyway.

Of course, the way he’d left things, he was all but certain Y/N would be done with him, too.

Dean lifted the beer to his lips and watched the sun sink lower through the trees. He heard the back door squeak open, then bang shut before he heard the footsteps slowly make their way towards him. After a few moments of silence, Bobby spoke.

“You ready to talk about it yet?”

Dean sighed.

“Not really.” “You been here almost three months, Dean. Not that I ain’t grateful. It’s not every day I get an extended visit from a Winchester.”

Dean winced.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” “Don’t be. You got a life you got to live.”

Dean stared down at the bottle in his hands.

“What if I’ve fucked that life up royally?”

Bobby walked over, giving a quiet groan as he sat on the steps beside Dean. He was quiet for a moment, and Dean continued to study the bottle he held. Dean swallowed when Bobby laid a hand on his arm, closing his eyes at the gruff words that left his mouth.

“You know what to do, son. You gotta fix it.”

Dean shook his head, voice hoarse when he managed to choke out the words.

“I don’t know how.” “Sure you do. Is it a woman?”

Dean just nodded, and Bobby gave a gruff chuckle.

“It’s always a woman.”

One side of Dean’s mouth quirked up before he gave a sigh.

“I said some … really shitty things, Bobby. I hurt her.” “Why?” “‘Cause I’m a fucking idiot.”

Bobby didn’t say anything and Dean sighed again, turning his beer up and draining it. He sucked his lips over his teeth after he swallowed, then spoke.

“I told her I loved her.” “Do you?”

Dean closed his eyes.

“Yeah, I do.” “She love you back?”

Dean couldn’t stop the smile.

“Yeah, she does.” “Then what’s the problem?” “I told her I didn’t mean it. That it was a mistake.”

Bobby smacked the back of Dean’s head and he jolted forward.

“Ow!” “You are a bonafide idjit. All you damn Winchesters, nothing but stubborn asses, I swear.”

Dean rubbed a hand over the back of his head and Bobby exhaled in a huff.

“Why would you do a thing like that? If you love her and she loves you, why would you fuck it up?” “Because that’s what I do!”

Dean stood up, bottle dangling from his fingertips.

“I know that if I let her get too close, sooner or later—most likely sooner—I’ll fuck it up somehow. And she’s so beautiful and so bright. I … I don’t want to dull that.” “So you’ll break her heart instead?”

Dean tossed out his arms.

“Better to do it now, right?” “God damn, son. You are your daddy made over.”

Dean blinked, shaking his head.

“I’m not.” “You are. John ran from a good thing more than once.” “He did the best—“ “Yeah, yeah, ‘he did the best he could.’ Can you pretend for one minute I’m not a natural-born idjit and tell me the truth? I was there, Dean. I know what kind of man your daddy was.”

Dean swallowed, going still as Bobby stood up, groaning as his knees popped.

“John was a good man. Hard on you boys, but it made y’all better. And he loved your mama. But when she died, he made sure to punish himself for it and he wouldn’t let himself love again. Did he do the best he could? Maybe. But I sure think he could have done better.”

Dean blinked, staring at Bobby as he walked forward, putting his hands on Dean’s shoulders.

“Don’t be like him, Dean. Don’t let love pass you by because you’re afraid you might fuck something up. You’re going to fuck shit up. More than once. But if she’s as good as I think she is, she’ll love you anyway. That’s how Mary was with your daddy. How Karen was with me. Don’t get stuck talking in past tense like me, okay?”

Dean blinked again, and Bobby gave his shoulder a squeeze before he turned and walked away, calling over his shoulder as he walked up the steps.

“Call your brother. He was asking for you today.”

Dean gave a shaky breath, walking back to the steps and running a hand through his hair. He licked his lips, setting the beer bottle aside and pulling his phone from his pocket. He took in a deep breath, clicking buttons until the phone began to ring.

“Hello?”

Dean swallowed, pushing a smile onto his face.

“Hey, Sammy.”

Sam let out a rush of breath, and Dean heard some commotion before he spoke again.

“What the hell, Dean? Where are you? Are you okay?” “I’m at Bobby’s, and I know you know that.”

Sam sighed.

“Yeah, I figured that’s where you’d go.” “Putting those brains to good use, college boy.” “Don’t change the subject. Are you okay?” “I’m fine, Sam. Just … needed to get away.” “Well, you picked a hell of a time to do it.” “What?”

Sam sighed again.

“Nothing.” “No, what … what’s that supposed to mean?” “Dean … stuff has happened since you’ve been gone.” “What kind of stuff?” “You need to call Y/N.”

Dean let out a harsh laugh.

“I don’t think she’ll take my call, Sammy.” “Then you need to come home and talk to her.” “Why? You’re making me nervous, Sam.” “Dean—“

Dean’s heart thumped in his chest.

“She’s not pregnant, is she?”

Sam blew out his breath and Dean could hear the bitchface Sam was giving him.

“No, asshole. She’s not pregnant.” “Then what could—“ “Dean, you’re going to lose her.”

Dean went still, blinking a few times.

“What … what are you talking about?” “You need to get back here and apologize. Make things right. Before you don’t have the chance anymore.” “Why wouldn’t I have a chance?”

Sam was quiet, and Dean stood up, pacing a bit as he spoke.

“Sam, why wouldn’t I have a chance with her?” “Because sometimes, old things become new again.” “Stop with the Dalai-freakin-Yoda cryptic bullshit. What’s going on?”

Sam sighed.

“Just come home already and make things right.” “Sam. What is it? Is she okay?” “She’s fine, Dean. Better than fine.”

Dean’s heart gave another thud in his chest.

“Why?” “I don’t want to tell you over the phone.” “Why not?” “Because I’m afraid you won’t come back at all.”

Dean stared out at the woods, the moonlight illuminating the trees.

“Tell me.”

Sam was quiet, but the words he finally spoke cut Dean like a knife.

“Mick’s home.”

Dean froze where he was, blinking, feeling his lungs inflate and deflate without any action on his behalf.

“M-Mick?” “And he’s still in love with her, just like he used to be. If not more.” “What’s he … what’s he doing there?” “I haven’t found that out yet, but I think it’s safe to say he came back for her.”

Dean swallowed, coughing as his throat was suddenly dry. He moved a hand to rub at his chest, shaking his head.

“I … Sam.” “I know, Dean. Come home.” “I can’t compete with him.”

Sam blew out a breath.

“Who says you have to? Just come and talk to her.” “If she’s happy with him—“ “If you start with that self-sacrificing bullshit, I swear to God, I will reach through this phone and beat the shit out of you.”

Dean stared out over the salvage yard, and how he got there, he didn’t know.

“Just get your ass home, alright? Hurry.”

Sam hung up the phone and Dean stood there, just staring over the cars. He turned and walked back to the porch steps where he’d been sitting. He set the phone on the porch and picked up his beer bottle, throwing it at the tree closest to the porch, feeling his breath come quicker as he stared at the shattered glass still sprinkling down from the tree.

The next morning, Dean watched the sun come up from Bobby’s back porch. He hadn’t been able to sleep at all, so he’d finally given up and watched the stars twinkle before they went out. Bobby found him there, arms draped over his knees, and offered him a cup of coffee. Dean nodded his thanks, taking a sip of the warm, bitter liquid.

“You sleep any?”

Dean shook his head, staring into his coffee mug. Bobby took a sip from his mug, then spoke again.

“Talk to Sam?”

Dean nodded, lifting his head to stare out over the yard. Bobby was quiet and Dean licked his lips before he spoke.

“Had to be almost ten years ago, we met this guy from England. Mick Davies. He’s a good guy, and he … he loved Y/N.”

Bobby’s voice was soft when he spoke.

“She love him?”

Dean nodded, his lips quirking up in a half-smile.

“My only competition when it came to her.” “How long’ve you loved this girl, Dean?” “Long enough.” “Dean…”

Dean sighed, running a hand over his face.

“Pretty much since the first time I laid eyes on her.” “Are you kidding me?”

Dean shook his head and Bobby bent his knee, nudging Dean’s shoulder.

“I know, Bobby.” “You’ve loved this girl for almost a decade and you’ve never told her? Wait, I take that back. You have told her, but then you lied and said you didn’t.”

Bobby gave a harsh laugh.

“You’re giving John a run for his money and he ain’t even here to see it.” “I know, okay?”

Dean pushed himself into a standing position, shaking his head.

“I fucked up and now Mick’s back. He’s a good guy, nice and stable and she deserves something like that. She needs some guy she can count on, not … not me.”

Bobby pursed his lips, then nodded.

“Yeah, you’re right. Guess it’s time for you to just piss around and die now, huh?”

Dean turned back, eyes narrowed and a frown on his face.

“What?”

Bobby shrugged his shoulders.

“This guy’s better than you … probably prettier than you.”

Dean rolled his eyes and Bobby kept on.

“Only makes sense that you’d roll over like a damn dog and let him take whatever he wants.” “I’m not just rolling over—“ “Well, you’re sure as hell not putting up a fight.”

Dean blinked, and Bobby sighed.

“Son, I get it. Girl’s got you messed up. But if you love her like you say you do, you’re going to have to fight for her.” “You don’t get it. Bobby, the things I said to her…” “I ain’t saying it’s going to come easy. It’s going to be a damn lot of work and you’re probably going to have to work double hard to make up for your Winchester side.”

Dean smiled and Bobby laid a hand on his shoulder.

“A love like you’re talkin’ about don’t come around often. And even if you fuck it up, it’s worth trying to make it right. Don’t let her go just ‘cause some English guy’s stepped in.”

Bobby gave Dean’s shoulder a pat, turning around and walking back in the house. Dean watched him go, then turned forward, letting his mind drift back.

“Hey, you’re up early.”

Dean smiled as he walked into the kitchen, yawning as he made his way to the coffee pot.

“It’s fresh. I made it about ten minutes ago.” “You’re a goddess.”

You smiled, turning the bacon you were frying. Dean walked up and peeked over your shoulder.

“And you’re making bacon? Girl of my dreams.”

You laughed, then sighed.

“I just figured it was time to get back on my bullshit.”

Dean stopped, licking his lips and watching your back.

“How are you?” “Fine.” “Don’t give me that. Come on. Look at me.”

You did, and he sighed at the tears in your eyes. He set his mug aside and took you into his arms, and you shook your head, trying to hide the sob on a laugh.

“I don’t know why I’m acting like this.” “I do.”

You laid your head on his shoulder and Dean gently rubbed your back.

“You loved him, pretty girl.”

You shook your head.

“I really thought he’d stay.” “I know.” “Will you do me a favor?” “Absolutely.”

You sniffed as you lifted your head, eyes boring into his green ones.

“Don’t ever leave me, okay?”

Dean smiled, lifting a hand and thumbing away one of your tears from your cheek.

“You don’t ever have to worry about that, pretty girl. You’re stuck with me.”

He leaned in and kissed your cheek, and you sighed as you laid your head on his shoulder again.

“Babe?” “Yeah.” “The bacon’s burning.”

You gasped as you turned away from him, and Dean smiled as he stepped up behind you, kneading your shoulders.

“To hell with Mick. Let this breakfast be the last time we speak of him.”

You nodded, then smiled as you glanced back at him.

“Thanks, Dean.” “It’s what I’m here for.”

Dean chewed on his bottom lip, then pulled his phone from his pocket. He tapped it against his hand for a moment, then dialed a number.

The phone was ringing when you walked back into the bar from the storage room. You set the box you were carrying down on the bar and brushed your hands together before grabbing the phone.

“Hello?”

Silence filled the line and you raised an eyebrow.

“Hello? Is anybody there?”

You could hear breathing, which caused the hair on the back of your neck to stand up.

“Come on, say something.”

The dial tone filled your ear and you pulled the phone away, staring at it before hanging it up. You shook your head, wrinkling your nose before you realized the strange sensation you were feeling was your cell phone vibrating in your pocket.

“Hello?” “Tell me you’re not busy and you fancy a chat.”

You smiled, walking over and leaning over the bar.

“I would very much fancy a chat, sir.”

Mick laughed at the accent you put on.

“Well, good. I’ve had the day from hell and it’s good to talk to you.” “Oh, what happened?”

Mick sighed.

“Nothing, really. I just haven’t had a moment to think until right now. And then, all I could think about was hearing your voice.”

You swallowed, licking your lips.

“Really?” “Cross my heart. Now, tell me about your day.” “Oh, I’ve been super busy, too. I slept until about 9:40, then I took a shower and watched one of those cooking shows on the Food Network. Then, I decided I better come check on the bar and I just grabbed a box out of the storage room and I’m going to unload it while I watch another cooking show.” “You are living your best life, aren’t you?”

You giggled, and he sighed again.

“What time do you get off?” “Hopefully no later than six this evening. If it is later, I’m debating on quitting and letting someone else handle this shit.”

You laughed.

“Don’t quit. It’ll all be worth it someday, right?”

Mick was quiet for a moment.

“R-right. Do you work tonight?” “I may could finagle a few things around.” “Have dinner with me?” “Do you really have to ask?”

He chuckled.

“I don’t want to overstep.”

You swallowed, voice dropping lower.

“You’re not. Trust me.”

He made a soft humming noise, before speaking again, his voice pitched low like yours.

“I miss you.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm.

“I miss you too, Mick.” “I’ll see you soon.” “Have a good rest of your day.” “I have a feeling things may have just picked up.”

You hung up the phone and stood there, biting your lip and closing your eyes. After a few heartbeats, you opened your eyes again and tapped your phone against your hand before sliding it into your pocket.

As the bell over the door rang, you glanced up from behind the bar, a smile coming over your face when you saw him. Mick smiled as he made his way to one of the barstools, slipping his jacket off and draping it over the stool beside the one he sat down on. He sighed and you leaned over the bar.

“Can I get you something, kind sir? You look as though you’ve had a rough day.”

He reached out a hand for you, and you slid your hand into his.

“‘Rough’ doesn’t even begin to describe it, my darling. You know what I like.”

He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss just below your knuckles. You gave his hand a squeeze, taking your hand from his grasp and turning to fix his drink. You glanced up into the mirror, watching as he loosened the tie around his neck, and you swallowed. You turned back to him, setting the glass on a napkin in front of him.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day.” “Eh, it wasn’t all bad. Just busy. Monotonous, though.”

You smiled, reaching over and scratching your nails through his dark hair. He groaned and leaned towards you, and you laughed as you continued with your ministrations. He finally picked his head up, looking into your eyes.

“Where do you want to go tonight?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“I’m up for an adventure.” “We could fly to Paris. Eat escargot atop the Eiffel Tower.”

You snorted.

“Not that much of an adventure. And I don’t think I like snails. Wait … nope. I know I don’t.”

Mick laughed.

“You’ve never tried them!” “There are some things you just know.”

Mick shook his head, reaching out for you again.

“One day, I will convince you to try it.” “Atop the Eiffel Tower?” “If that’s what you want, yes.”

You felt a tickle in the pit of your stomach, but set your hand in his.

“I’ve never been to Paris.” “I’d hoped you hadn’t come all the way to Europe and didn’t even seek me out.”

You smiled, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Of course not. But I have been to Paris, Texas.” “Really now?”

You nodded, swallowing hard.

“Dean and I went there on our cross-country road trip.” “The one you took before we ever met?”

You smiled and nodded.

“There’s an Eiffel Tower there. It’s got a big ol’ cowboy hat on top of it.”

Mick laughed.

“Maybe you can take me to see it one day.”

You gave a soft laugh, shaking your head.

“You got big plans for the future.” “What can I say? I’ve got big hopes.”

You looked down at the bar and Mick leaned forward.

“What is it?”

You looked back to him, shaking your head and making yourself smile.

“Nothing. Let me grab Jo and we can get out of here.” “Y/N, wait.”

You pushed open the door to the kitchen and walked inside, putting your face in your hands. Ash turned back from the flat-top and after a moment, you met his worried gaze. You shook your head.

“Have you seen Jo?”

He pointed towards the back door and you walked that way, smoothing your hands over the small apron tied around your waist. You pushed open the door and found Jo on the other side, hand lifted towards the door. She yelped as she jumped back and you laughed, lifting an eyebrow as you set your hands on your hips.

“Are you sexting Charlie?”

Jo rolled her eyes, putting her hands on her hips.

“What’s it to you?”

You gave a soft laugh, then stepped away from the door, letting out a long breath. Jo watched you, then crossed her arms over her chest at the slight chill in the air.

“You okay?”

You nodded, looking at your feet as you slowly walked in the dirt patch. Jo raised one eyebrow.

“Liar.”

You lifted your head, and she raised both of her eyebrows.

“What’s up?”

You exhaled, shaking your head.

“I really don’t know. Mick’s here and we’re going to dinner, but …” “But what?”

You shook your head and Jo sighed, dropping her hands as she walked to you. She took hold of your elbows and gave you a gentle shake.

“You’ve got to stop waiting for the other shoe to drop.” “I’m not—“ “Yes, you are. You’re still punishing yourself for everything with Dean and you’re holding back from … whatever this might be with Mick.”

You blinked and Jo tilted her head to the side.

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

You blinked again and Jo sighed.

“Honey, this … you’ve got to stop. Stop holding your breath and just live.”

Tears came to your eyes and Jo gave you a smile as she took you into her arms. You spoke softly as you leaned your head against hers.

“When did you get to be so wise?” “It’s all the sex I’ve been having lately.”

You laughed, moving your arms around her and holding her tightly. You sighed, closing your eyes.

“I just don’t want to mess this up.” “I know. But having that mindset is a guaranteed way to mess things up. Stop trying to be perfect and just … be.” “I haven’t even told him everything.” “Why not?”

You shrugged, stepping out of Jo’s hold and dabbing your fingers under your eyes.

“Because I don’t want him to look at me the way everyone else does, maybe?” “I think you’re good on that aspect. It would be pretty hard to knock those stars out of his eyes.”

You rolled your eyes and Jo snorted as she pointed at you.

“Don’t even try and play it off. He is so gone for you and you know it just as well as I do.” “He doesn’t even know me. He knows the me I was nearly a decade ago.” “So let him get to know you now.”

You looked to Jo and she shrugged her shoulders.

“What would it hurt?” “Oh, I don’t know, maybe when he leaves again?”

Jo closed her eyes, speaking softly while her eyes were closed.

“Why are you so sure he’s going to leave?”

You blew out a breath.

“Because that seems to be my track record here lately.”

Jo sighed, walking over to you.

“Look at me.”

You did, and she gave you a smile.

“Things are different this time. Don’t you think so?”

You nodded, and she took your hands again.

“I don’t know what he’s doing here, but I can almost guarantee you that I know the reason why.” “Why he’s here?”

She nodded.

“Why?” “For you.” “Jo, come on.” “I’m serious!”

You broke away from her and she immediately put her hands on her hips.

“Do you have a better reason?” “It’s for work. He told us that’s he’s here on business.” “And he couldn’t do that ‘business’ anywhere else in the world? It had to be done here in Bumfuck, Nowhere? Surely you’re not that dumb.” “Jo…”

You looked back to her and she raised her eyebrows. You shook your head and she rolled her eyes.

“He’s here for you. And there’s no rule that says the two of you have to fall back into being together now just because you used to date. Get to know him.” “I do know him.” “No, you know the him of ten years ago. You keep saying he doesn’t know you now. Well, you don’t know him either. Date him like you’ve been doing. Get to know him again.”

You nodded, blinking as you sighed. Jo walked up to you and put her hands on your arms.

“Start with dinner tonight. Talk to him. You don’t have to drop any bombshells or give any huge revelations. Just talk.”

You nodded again, and she kissed your cheek before she started walking back to the bar.

“And text Jess, would you? She’s driving me crazy.”

You smiled, letting out a breath, pressing a hand just under your heart before turning and walking back into the bar.

“There is honestly nothing like a good American burger.”

You rolled your eyes, a soft smile on your face.

“And you don’t have burgers in England?” “Of course we do. It’s just not the same. Here, the burgers taste like …” “Freedom?”

Mick laughed, meeting your eyes across the table and shaking his head.

“I missed that.” “What?” “How funny you can be. Just out of the clear blue, you say something hilarious that catches me off-guard.”

You took a bite of your French fries.

“Well, thank you.” “Anytime, love.”

Mick gently knocked his foot against yours and you ran the toe of your shoe along his ankle. He met your eyes, and you could swear you saw the stars Jo had mentioned. You licked your lips, then spoke softly.

“Tell me something.” “What?” “Anything. It’s been a long time since we got to sit down and have a meal like this.” “We had lunch yesterday.” “That’s not what I mean.”

Mick smiled, using a napkin to wipe his mouth.

“What do you want to know, darling?” “Everything.”

Mick smiled as he held your gaze for a moment, laying the napkin aside as he spoke.

“Well, I started my own company.”

Your eyes widened as he went on.

“Worked my ass off for it. Made some great business decisions, some not so great. But it’s all paid off in the end.” “What kind of company is it?”

Mick shook his head.

“No, I want to keep having conversation, not put you to sleep.”

You laughed, and he smiled.

“Tell me about you.”

You sighed.

“Not much to tell. I work at the bar, live above it. Thought about leaving, but I can never bring myself to do it.” “You’ve built a family here.”

You smiled, thinking about Jo and Ellen, Jess and Sam. Your heart gave a throb when you thought of Dean and you gave a slight shake of your head, meeting Mick’s eyes again.

“Yeah, I have.”

Mick nodded, licking his lips before glancing at the table and speaking in a soft voice.

“Think you’ve got room for one more?”

You blinked, staring at his dark hair before he lifted his head. You reached your hand across the table and he laced his fingers through yours. You looked down at your hands, then met his eyes again, voice barely a whisper, but the words brought a bright smile to his face.

“I think we can make room.”

“So … how's it going?”

You smiled as Jess sat down across from you. She had called and demanded you meet her for lunch in between her classes and before your shift at the bar, and you were more than happy to oblige her. She pushed her menu aside and leaned over the table, the smile on her face sparkling almost as brightly as the ring on her finger. You couldn’t help but laugh as you nodded.

“It’s good. It’s all very … very good.”

She gave a soft squeal and you laughed again.

“Details, boo. Give me details!” “There’s nothing juicy.” “I haven’t seen you for nearly two weeks, and there’s nothing juicy to tell me?”

Your cheeks went red and Jess sucked in a breath.

“You little liar. Tell me!”

You covered your face with your hands, then pushed a hand through your hair.

“You’re blowing it out of proportion. Really. There’s nothing juicy to tell, other than Mick and I have been hanging out a lot.” “‘A lot.’ Ha. I had to practically beg you for a text back for fourteen days, missy.”

You sighed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you, I just … I don’t know.” “What?”

You sighed, leaning back in your seat.

“It’s just … it’s different with him. But then, it’s really not. Does that make any sense?”

Jess pursed her lips.

“Kind of. I mean, I felt like I’d known Sam for ages when we first met. It was so easy to talk to him and I felt like he really got me.” “Yes! That’s how it is with Mick. I mean, it was incredible a long time ago, but with him now … it’s different, but a good different.”

Jess nodded, a smile on her face.

“So you have been able to talk to him without trying to rip his clothes off?”

You raised an eyebrow and she narrowed her eyes at you, the smile still on her face.

“I heard about the popped buttons.” “How did you—“ “I have my sources.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Jo’s got a big mouth.”

Jess laughed as you crossed your arms over your chest. Your cheeks warmed and you shook your head.

“That was an accident.” “Oh, sure. I mean, I’ve seen the guy. I’d ‘accidentally’ try to tear his shirt off, too.” “Jessica!”

She laughed, and you couldn’t hide your smile.

“We try very hard to just talk and catch up, but there’s this …” “Sexual tension?” “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

Jess squealed through her teeth, ducking her head when the tables around you looked your way. You and Jess started laughing, pausing only to order your food when the waiter came to your table. Once your drinks had been delivered, Jess twirled her straw through her water and looked at you from under her lashes.

“Why don’t you … break said tension?”

You purposefully didn’t take your eyes from your own glass as she went on.

“I mean … it’s not like it would be the first time. You’ve slept with him before.” “Not like this.”

Jess raised an eyebrow and you sighed.

“We've always been comfortable with each other. That hasn’t changed. I feel safe with him, just like I always have. But …”

You sighed.

“When he left, he was … I mean, skin and bones. The bastard could eat whatever he wanted and never gain a pound. I hated him for it.” “He sounds a lot like Sam.”

Jess rolled her eyes and you smiled, biting your lip before you went on.

“But now, he’s … solid.”

Jess sputtered the sip of water she’d just taken, grabbing napkins and dabbing at her mouth. You tried not to laugh, but it was a losing fight. Jess shook her head as she narrowed her eyes at you.

“Don’t do that when I’m trying to take a drink!”

You giggled some more and she set her napkins down in a ball.

“So let me see if I’m getting this. You’ve got crazy sexual tension with the guy you almost married like a decade ago, but you don’t want to give into it because … what, he’s thick now?” “Well, it sounds stupid when you put like that.” “It sounds stupid anyway. Why?”

You lifted your eyes to hers.

“Why what?” “Why are you making it sound stupid?” “I’m not.” “We’ve already established you’re a liar.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile on your lips. The waiter brought your food to the table and the two of you started to eat. Jess, however, had never been known to leave well enough alone.

“So answer my question.” “Which one?”

Jess closed one eye and you smiled as you took another bite.

“Mick has been in town for nearly three months now and I’ve seen you a total of like three days. When I do see you, Mick is all over you and vice versa. You’re telling me the tension is through the roof, but you haven’t slept with him because …?” “We’re trying to take it slow.” “Honey. We’re going on month three here. You’ve all but bought a house in Slow.” It’s different—” “Yeah. See, you say that, but it’s really not. It’s just like old times, says you and Sam and Jo and Ellen and I could go on, but I won’t.”

You blew out a breath, dropping your fork onto your plate.

“He's gorgeous, alright? He’s always been gorgeous, but now he’s a gorgeous man. A man, Jessie. He’s built and confident and handsome and I go weak in the knees whenever I see him, and then I remember that I’m … me.”

Jess was quiet, until her eyes widened.

“Are you shitting me right now?”

The tables around you turned to look at you again and you reached over and slapped Jess’ arm. She shook her head as she leaned down, whispering her next words.

“Are you trying to tell me that you’ve been taking it at a snail’s pace because you don’t think you look as good as he does?” “I can’t tell you the last time I worked out. But I sure as hell can tell you the last thing I ate.”

You pushed your plate away and huffed out a breath. Jess blinked, then shook her head.

“You … seriously?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, glancing out the window. Jess shook her head again.

“You haven’t taken the next logical step because you’re self-conscious?” “Just drop it.” “No, I … Y/N. Have you seen the way Mick looks at you?”

You stubbornly continued to stare out the window, and Jess smiled as she sat back in her seat.

“He watches you the way I catch Sam looking at me when he thinks I don’t see him. The way that makes my stomach drop and my head all dizzy.”

You blinked, shifting your eyes as she continued to talk.

“He adores you. I’ve heard him when we’re at the bar. When you come towards us or walk away, he … almost gasps. It’s like he can’t breathe when he sees you. He always rubs at his chest like there’s an ache there. Y/N.”

She reached a hand across the table and you turned to face her, unlooping your arms and laying a hand in hers. She smiled at you, giving your hand a squeeze.

“He loves you. He is head-over-heels gone for you, and I guarantee you that he could not give two shits what you think you look like. You’re everything he’s ever wanted.”

Tears sparkled in your eyes when she finished speaking. You shook your head, taking your hand from hers.

“I don’t deserve that.” “Y/N.” “I don’t. I haven’t … I haven’t even told him about Dean. That is a huge part of the last few years of my life and I can’t even tell him.” “Why not?”

You sniffled.

“Because I’m ashamed of it.”

Jess tilted her head as her brows furrowed. You shook your head and pushed a hand through your hair.

“And how am I supposed to be so in love with Dean and not even be able to speak his name around Mick? When did I get caught in the middle of this love triangle?” “What are you ashamed of?”

You sighed.

“Everything. How I fell in love with my best friend and set fire to everything we ever shared. How I slept with a guy in a committed relationship and set fire to my reputation. How I deserve everything Cassie wants to dish out, and let me tell you, she can dish out some shit.”

Jess clenched her jaw at the mention of Cassie’s name. She took in a breath, then let it out slowly.

“First of all, you don’t deserve the punishment you think you do. You didn’t do it all by your lonesome. It takes two to tango, on the dance floor or horizontally.”

Your eyes widened, and a laugh bubbled from your lips before you could help it. Jess smiled, then went serious again.

“I mean it. Cassie’s all for lambasting you any way she can, but you don’t deserve it. Especially not since Dean isn’t around to take his fair share of it.”

You smiled, reaching across the table again. Jess put her hand in yours and you sighed.

“Thank you for always taking my side.” “You’re my best friend. My maid of honor. I’m always on your side.”

She sighed, giving your hand a squeeze.

“But maybe you should bite the bullet and tell him.”

You nodded.

“I know. But I … I’ve thought about it. I’ve geared myself up for it. And then when I see him, I just …”

You sighed.

“I don’t know. I guess …”

You licked your lips, looking back to her.

“I have seen the way he looks at me. And I don’t want that to stop. I don’t want to make him see what I see and dull the shine in his eyes.” “Honey.”

You took your hand from hers, lifting your fingers to brush away the tears that were suddenly in your eyes.

“I will come across this table.”

You gave a watery laugh, and Jess stood up from her seat, walking over to sit beside you and looping an arm over your shoulders. You gave a shaky sigh and leaned your head on her shoulder.

“If he feels the way I think he feels, you won’t dull the shine in his eyes. He loves you, and whatever you do won’t make that go away.” “But what if it does?” “Then he’s a lowlife piece of shit that doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you.”

You gave a shaky laugh and Jess brushed a hand over your hair.

“But give him the benefit of the doubt.”

You nodded, giving a shaky sigh. After a moment, Jess spoke again.

“Can I go back to my seat?” “No, cuddle me a little while longer.” “Okay. But I think people are staring.” “Let them stare. Hey, maybe we can talk Sam into letting us be sister wives. Or! What if I spoke up at your wedding whenever the preacher asks for the ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ part?” “And what the hell would you say?” “That Sam could never love you as much as I do. Imagine the scandal.”

Jess laughed, which made you laugh, lightening the heavy moments you’d walked into. Jess shook her head, standing up and going back to her seat.

“Now don’t get me wrong. I love you with all my heart.”

Jess glanced around, then leaned forward and whispered across the table.

“But this girl’s got to get that D every so often.” “Jessica!”

She dissolved into giggles as the waiter came back to your table.

You were working the afternoon shift at the bar, so that you could have the night off to go out with Mick. You’d decided that Jess was right; it was time to tell him everything. You’d had butterflies in your stomach all day, unable to eat due to the nerves that were almost driving you insane.

“Where are you?” “Hmm?”

You glanced over to see Jo staring at you with an eyebrow raised.

“What?”

Jo pursed her lips.

“You’ve been out of sorts all day. What’s up? Are you pregnant?” “What?! No!”

She crossed her arms over her chest.

“You might be here, but your mind is all over the map. What’s weighing on you?”

You huffed out a breath and she stepped towards you.

“Are you sure you’re not pregnant?”

You rolled your eyes.

“I’m sure.” “How sure?” “I just started a new pack of pills because I finished my period last week. Happy?”

Jo made a face and you rolled your eyes again.

“Plus, you have to have sex to get pregnant, and that’s not an issue for me.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Throw it in reverse for a second. What now?”

You met her eyes.

“What?” “You and Mick haven’t …?”

She made a motion with her head and you couldn’t stop the smile.

“Haven’t what, Joanna?” “What I know about sex with a dude is what we learned in high school A&P, so unless you want me to get technical…”

You laughed.

“No, we haven’t. And why does that shock everyone? Am I … more hoe-like than I thought?”

Jo laughed.

“No! Honey, you are the least hoe-like of all the girls I know. And I—“ “Know a lot of girls, I know.”

Jo narrowed her eyes at you and you giggled. Jo rolled her eyes, then sighed.

“You and Mick were so close back then. I guess we’re just … surprised you haven’t picked up where you left off.”

She shrugged her shoulders and you sighed.

“It’s different this time.” “So you keep shoving down our throats.”

You narrowed your eyes at her.

“Do you give Jess weekly updates or something?” “Or something.”

You rolled your eyes again, then lifted your shoulders as you took in a breath, letting them drop when you exhaled.

“I … I don’t know.” “Want to know what I think?” “If I say no, are you going to tell me anyway?”

You yelped and dissolved into giggles when Jo smacked her hand hard against your ass. When the two of you had calmed down, she sighed, then hopped up to sit on the bar.

“I think you’re scared.”

You met her dark eyes and shook your head.

“Scared of what?” “Letting him get too close. Of him leaving you again. Of Dean coming back and deciding he wants to be with you and you having to break one of their hearts.”

Your heart flip-flopped in your chest and Jo gave you a gentle smile.

“You can’t live your life scared, Y/N. Trust me. I know.”

You stared into her eyes for a moment and she shrugged her shoulders. You swallowed and spoke softly.

“I haven’t told him about Dean.” “Why not?” “I don’t want to.”

Jo tilted her head and you sighed.

“I’m ashamed of it. Not all of it, just the … accessory to the adultery part.” “Okay, one, it wasn’t adultery. He’s not married to that whore.”

You snorted and she went on.

“Two, it was a mistake. You think Mick hasn’t made mistakes in the years he’s been gone?” “I don’t want to hear about them. Especially if they involve him sleeping with someone else.” “Y/N. You don’t think he’s been celibate all these years, do you?”

You glanced down at the bar and Jo tapped her fingers on it.

“Fuck that double standard. You can’t expect him to imagine you as the virgin princess up in her tower, pining away and waiting for him to come and rescue her. You’re human, just like he is. Talk to him. Give him more credit than that.”

You pushed a lock of hair behind your ears, letting out a sigh. Jo hopped off of the bar and walked to stand in front of you.

“We’ve all got ugly stuff we don’t want anyone to know about. The thing is, keeping it locked up inside doesn’t do anything but mess you up. Laying it out in the open takes a huge weight off. Whether it ends up the way you want it to or not.”

She tapped a finger to the end of your nose and you blinked, ducking your head and making her laugh. She whistled as she walked into the kitchen and you narrowed your eyes in her direction.

“When did she become my Jiminy Cricket? What the hell is this world coming to?” “I heard that!”

You giggled and turned towards the door as the bell above it jingled when the door opened. Your face broke into a smile when you saw Mick, that smile quickly evaporating when you saw the woman following close behind him.

Cassie.

Mick led her to a booth and you turned to face the bottles on the wall. Your heart was pounding in your ears, an ache spreading through your chest. You lifted your head and let out a shaky sigh, then stepped around the bar, putting your hands in your apron to keep hidden how badly they were shaking. You made your way to the booth and Mick’s face lit up when he saw you.

“Hello, love. This is—“ “We’ve met.”

There was no warmth in Cassie’s voice, and one of Mick’s eyebrows lifted. He blinked, then smiled at you again.

“Cassie, what would you like to drink?”

She didn’t bother to look at you as she ordered.

“I’ll have a rum and Diet Coke with light ice.”

You nodded and Mick leaned close to you.

“Your dirtiest martini, as filthy as you can make it.”

You smiled, it quickly disappearing and your cheeks flushing as Cassie snorted.

“She’s good at that.”

Mick’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I beg your pardon?”

Cassie lifted her eyes to you then.

“Dirty, filthy things. Right, Y/N?” “Cassie, please.”

She blinked her long lashes at you, a look of feigned innocence on her face.

“Please what? Oh, do you not want him to know?” “Know what?”

You shook your head at Mick, lips trembling as you opened your mouth, only to close it and your eyes when Cassie spoke again.

“That she’s known in these parts for sleeping with other girls’ boyfriends. Mine, in particular.”

You opened your eyes again and met Mick’s confused gaze. You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes as you turned away, blurring your vision. You tried to blink them away as you made your way to the bar, grasping hold of it, stumbling behind it and going into the kitchen.

Ash turned from the flat-top concern filling his eyes. Jo leaned around the corner, eyes widening when she saw you.

“What? What happened?”

You shook your head, giving a gasping sob as the tears fell from your eyes. Jo hurried over and grabbed your arms and you shook your head as you cried.

“Come on, honey. Talk to me. Breathe, Y/N.”

You shook your head again, finally lifting it and meeting Jo’s eyes.

“Cassie.”

Jo’s face fell.

“What about her?” “Mick.” “Cassie and Mick? What?”

Jo shook her head.

“You’re not making any sense.”

Ash cleared his throat, speaking from his place at the window that looks out into the bar.

“Seems like Mr. Davies is escorting Miss Robinson out the front door.” “What the fuck?!”

Jo dropped your arms and went to the window, pushing Ash out of the way and going up on her tiptoes. Ash sighed and lifted her by her hips, giving her a better view.

“What in the holy hell are they doing together?”

You shook your head, sniffling.

“She told him.” “She what?”

You nodded, stepping backwards until you were leaning against the cabinets. Ash set Jo back on her feet and she walked to you.

“Tell me you’re kidding.”

You shook your head, tears dripping down to the floor and Jo pushed her hands through her hair.

“Why are they together?” “Why not?” “Y/N. Come on.”

You sniffled, looking down at your hands as you shrugged your shoulders. Jo watched you, then widened her eyes.

“Oh my god. Do you think you deserve this?” “Why not?”

Jo gave an incredulous laugh and you shook your head as you sniffled. Ash gave a whistle and the three of you turned to look as the kitchen door swung open.

Mick stepped inside the kitchen and slid his suit jacket off his shoulders, hanging it from one of the apron hooks on the wall. He took his time untying his tie, loosening it from around his neck and looping it around his hand, then slipping it into the pocket of his jacket. He lifted his stubbled chin and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, shaking his head and yawning before moving to unbutton his cufflinks and roll up his sleeves almost to his elbows.

He slid his hands into the pockets of his pants, moving to stand across the room from you, leaning against the cabinets there. Jo and Ash slowly stepped into the background, close enough that they could still hear, while trying to make themselves look busy. Mick held your gaze for a while, then lifted his chin.

“You want to tell me what that was about?” “Not really.”

He nodded, shrugging his wide shoulders.

“Tell me anyway.”

You sighed, looking down at your hands.

“I messed up. I did something I shouldn’t have and it was a huge mistake and I’m an awful person and—“ “Whoa, whoa. Hey.”

He stepped forward, gently touching your arm and you flinched away from him. You sniffled and shook your head, looking up and letting out a laugh.

“Don’t. I can’t … I won’t make it through this if you touch me.”

Jo made a quiet, wounded noise from her spot in the shadows and Mick swallowed. He stepped back, holding his hands up before putting them back in his pockets. You turned your back to him and laid your hands on the counter. Ash motioned to Mick, who nodded, and Ash and Jo made their way out the back of the kitchen. You closed your eyes and took in a breath, blowing it out slowly. You did it again, until you lifted your head and stared at the wall.

“After you left … I don’t know how it happened. I think it’s always been there. Started as a high school crush, definitely, then grew into something more.”

You sighed.

“I fell … or else I’ve just always been in love with Dean. I tried to ignore it as best I could. He had various girlfriends. I had you. When you left … I guess it got shifted to the forefront again.”

You shook your head and took in another breath.

“It was almost a year ago when he told me that they wanted to move in together. Dean and Cassie. And that would mean that in our apartment, it would be Sam and Jess, Dean and Cassie, and me. So instead of getting voted off the island, I left.”

You closed your eyes.

“It all went to shit then. Dean … I don’t know. Maybe he thought he loved me? But he said he didn’t. He didn’t love me, but he wouldn’t let me go. I tried to date, but it fell apart. We were all miserable.”

You shook your head, trying your best to fight back the tears that were threatening.

“I thought we’d finally ended it. He said that I meant nothing to him, and I was done. But then they … god, it sounds so stupid now.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. You sniffled again, straightening your shoulders.

“They played ‘Tiny Dancer’ at Sam and Jess’ engagement party. I’d always thought of that as mine and Dean’s song. I saw him dancing with Cassie and … I lost it.”

You shook your head, crossing your arms over your stomach.

“I went outside and Dean followed and … god. I’ve never understood people who say ‘it just happened,’ but it did.”

You turned then, the tears spilling over when you saw the sympathy in Mick’s clear green eyes.

“I slept with him. In his car, while the party was happening in here. And when we … After we … he said it was a mistake. The worst mistake.”

You shook your head, taking a step back as Mick stepped towards you.

“Cassie found out somehow and humiliated me here in front of almost the entire town. Everyone knows. Dean’s gone, but I’ve got to wear a scarlet A on my chest for the rest of my life. It doesn’t matter how often I say it, or what I do. None of it it matters. I’m so sorry for it, but I can’t take it back. I can’t change it, no matter what I do.”

Tears were pouring down your face, the babbled words leaving your lips with you barely understanding them. You sucked in a breath when your back hit the wall and you shook your head, gasping when Mick stopped in front of you and took your wet face between his warm hands. His eyes met yours and he pursed his lips, gently blowing on your face until you sucked in another breath.

“Breathe.”

You closed your eyes and shook your head, dropping it as best you could with it still in Mick’s hold. You gave a pitiful sob, but Mick didn’t move. You blinked your eyes open, taking in a breath at the sight of tears in Mick’s eyes. You shook your head and he gave a shaky sigh, moving one hand to brush your hair away from your face.

“I am so sorry you had to go through that. It’s not right. You shouldn’t be … persecuted like this.” “I messed up.” “Maybe so. But you didn’t do it alone.”

You sniffed, shaking your head again.

“Dean left.” “Where’s he gone?”

You shrugged your shoulders. Mick gave a sigh, letting go of your face, only to take you into his arms. You shook your head, trying to push him away, but he held you tightly.

“I’ve told you once already, and I’ll keep saying it until you hear me. It doesn’t matter to me. It doesn’t matter how bad you think it is. There is nothing—not one single thing on God’s green Earth—that you could do that would make me …”

His voice trailed off, and you blinked open your eyes when he whispered into your ear, voice thick with emotion.

“Nothing you could ever do would make me stop loving you.”

You sobbed at that, shaking your head, clinging to him before finally breaking free of his hold.

“I don’t deserve it.” “What?”

You laid your hands on the counter, closing your eyes and letting out a shaking breath. You lifted your head when Mick all but spit out the words.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

You turned and met his gaze, saw the fire in his eyes. He shook his head, pointing a finger at nothing.

“You deserve everything.”

You shook your head.

“I’m not who you think I am.” “You’re right.”

You blinked, and he shook his head.

“Who you are is more than I could ever imagine.” “You don’t know me! You’re … it’s a fairytale! The—the girl you think you remember. Not the woman I am.” “So, what? You’re not even going to give me a chance to get to know that woman?” “I don’t want to!” “Why?” “Because you deserve better than me!”

Mick gave a yell that made you stop in your tracks. He turned to you, hair messed up from his hands raking through it, eyes flashing the anger he couldn’t hold back.

“There is nothing better than you.”

You opened your mouth, closing it quickly as your back hit the wall, cushioned by his arm wrapping around you. He was holding you close even as he pushed you against the wall, lips finding yours in an all-out frenzy. Your hands slid into his hair of their own accord, and he moaned as his hands fixed on your hips, sliding under the hem of your shorts, fingers flexing on your thighs.

“Mick.” “Shh.”

His lips never left yours, and his hands slid to your ass, grabbing handfuls and making you gasp. He did his best to pull you closer, and the stubble on his jaw bit into your palms as your hands moved to hold his face. He lifted you to sit you on the counter and you shot a hand out, feeling Mick tighten his grip on you, both of you glancing over to where a stack of baking pans had just hit the floor. You were breathing as hard as he was, staring at the pans until his nose pressed against your jaw, your eyes closing as the feel of his breath against your skin.

“Let’s get out of here.” “I … I …”

Mick lifted his head and smiled, moving a hand to brush it over your face.

“It’s alright, darling. You can go upstairs and I’ll leave. We don’t have to—“

You took his face in your hands, bringing his lips to yours again. He groaned, clutching your arms almost painfully before stepping away and turning his back to you. The kitchen door swung open as you touched fingertips to your tingling lips and Jo stepped in, eyebrows almost reaching her hairline as she took in the sight of the two of you, shoulders heaving, appearances in disarray.

“I heard the, uh … ahem.”

You blushed as you slid off the counter, pushing your hands over your hair, trying to fix your now-ruined ponytail. You gasped when Mick reached over and yanked the ponytail holder from your hair, causing it to fall unruly around your shoulders. You met his eyes, seeing the fire there, and Jo gasped, shaking her head.

“Oh—oh no. Uh-uh. I know what that means and I do not need to be here to witness… nope.”

She rushed back out the door and you couldn’t help but laugh. You looked to Mick, who grinned as he dangled your ponytail holder between his fingers. You couldn��t help but smile as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Give it back.” “Come and make me.”

You swallowed, stepping closer to him, giving a soft laugh as he took a step back. He bit his lip and watched you as you made your way to him, stopping in front of him and staring into his clear green eyes. You blinked and moved your hands to his shoulders, gently pressing your palms against the muscles he had. He closed his eyes as you went on your toes, pressing your lips to his nose, each of his cheekbones, brushing your lips over the stubble shadowing his cheeks. He gave a soft grunt before you laid your lips on his and he kissed you back, laying his hands on your hips and holding as though you were the only thing keeping him anchored to the ground.

His hands, without you even realizing, slid into your hair and you groaned, letting your head fall back, giving him space to kiss and suck at your neck. His fingers massaged your scalp and you grabbed his hips, trying to find a way to keep yourself upright. His lips danced over your jaw and he cleared his throat, voice low and hoarse.

“At the risk of repeating myself … let’s get out of here.”

You could only nod, shaking fingers taking back the band Mick held towards you. You scooped your hair up as best you could, more messy than anything else, untying your apron and laying it on the counter as Mick took your hand and led you from the kitchen. You rounded the corner and yelped, giggling as he pulled you close to him. He rubbed his nose on yours and you sighed, looping your arms around his neck as his lips found yours again.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

You pulled away from Mick, both of you having heard Jo, sharing a confused look with him before the two of you untangled yourselves from each other, Mick taking your hand as he led you into the bar. You stopped short, Mick stopping when he almost dropped your hand, looking back to see all the color had drained from your face. Mick shook his head, looking to where your wide eyes were focused, past Jo, to the man standing in the middle of the bar, the pain evident in his eyes. Mick straightened, giving your hand a squeeze, his voice cutting through the sudden silence.

“Hello, Dean.”

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xtrashmammalstefx · 5 years ago

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Asshole (A Nikki Sixx x Reader Smut)

Requested by: @xcazzax

Warnings: Smut, cussing, honestly it’s Motley Crue what did you expect?

If there’s one universal fact I’ve learned since agreeing to be a personal assistant to my older brother’s band it’s this: Nikki Sixx is a fucking asshole!

I swear the dick had had it out for me since day one, and for no fucking reason too. Mick had just introduced us when he first came at me like a fucking nut job.

“Get out,” he said. We were gathered at his place, the guys needing to work on new music. I was ready to help out in any way that I could but, um, well…

“Why?” I asked.

“Because you’re fucking distracting everybody,” Nikki snapped at me. “In case you haven’t noticed sweetheart we’re a rock band and your employers. We’re not your friends, free dicks that you can fuck, and we’re no fucking babysitters. So do us all a favor and let the door hit you on the ass on the way out.”

“Do you get off on being such an asshole?”

“Almost as much as you get off on being a bitch!” He said lighting a cigarette.

“EXCUSE ME?!”

“You’re excused,” he said blowing smoke in my direction.

I balled up my fists fuming, but before I could start throwing punches Mick was pulling me towards the kitchen. “NOT FUCKING COOL MAN!” He snapped at Nikki. Once in the kitchen, he let me go and turned to me. “Look, Y/N, I can bullshit you and say he’s an absolute fucking peach when you get to know him. But since you’re my little sister and I love you and all that I’m gonna tell you the truth. Being an asshole comes easy to Nikki. It’s the only way he really knows how to be.”

“And that’s supposed to make it okay?”

“Fuck no! We have a hard time trying not to kill the son of a bitch on most days,” Mick laughed. “The trick is not letting him get to you.”

“You know we’re talking about Nikki right?” I said, “How the fuck am I supposed to NOT let him get to me when he’s proven himself able to press my fucking buttons?!”

“By not losing your head for one,” he said. “Keep in mind, Y/N, just because his shell is tougher than a fucking turtle’s don’t mean it won’t crack.”

“When did you get all wise old man?” I teased.

“Ha ha,” he rolled his eyes. “By the way, you can stick around today fuck what Nikki says.”

We then stepped back into the living room. “The hell are you still doing here?”

“Earning a paycheck shithead,” I said. “By the way the fact that you thought you could scare me off is adorable.”

He let out what sounded like a hushed angry growl. “You could’ve at least gotten me a beer.” I threw a pillow at his head. “Bitch.”

“Asshole,” I muttered.

Time passed as they continued to work on their album. During that time I started to realize that if Nikki did have a shell it was going to take a moment with the power of a fucking nuke to crack it. He was ruthless but I persisted.

Every now and then I would give the guys my input on their songs (which Nikki took with a grain of salt). One song, in particular, hit me really fucking hard. It was called ‘Home Sweet Home’ and it was a fucking masterpiece.

“Guys that was fucking beautiful!” I exclaimed one day after they finished recording it.

“Yeah?!” Tommy said smiling from ear to ear. Aside from my brother he was my favorite member of the band; mostly because he never failed to make me laugh with his stupidity.

“Yeah,” I said. “It has a lot of heart and just fucks you up in all the right ways. Which one of you wrote it?”

“I did,” Tommy said proudly. “With, uh, a little help.”

“Who from?” I asked noticing how nervous he got. In fact, Tommy, Mick, and Vince all had a look of ‘oh shit’ on their faces.

Vince was the one who lifted his hand and pointed his thumb in Nikki’s direction.

“You’re shitting me!” I said stunned. “You mean to tell me that this son of a bitch has a fucking heart?!”

“When convenient,” he huffed. “Otherwise it’s a big fucking black hole like yours sugar.”

“Don’t call me that,” I cringed. He just laughed and walked out to have a smoke.

After the recording came the tour and fuck did things get worse.

According to the bunk assignments I was situated in the middle between my brother and Vince. Nikki had the bunk across from me beneath Tommy, and he damn well knew that.

I lost count on how many times I came back onto the bus to find Nikki fucking some groupie on my bunk. “FOR FUCKS SAKE NIKKI!” I snapped on one occasion after the millionth time I caught him.

“FUCK OFF Y/N!” He snapped on me.

“IT’S MY FUCKING BUNK ASSHOLE! YOURS IS THE ONE THAT SMELLS LIKE ASS!”

“Actually that smell might be from mine,” Tommy laughed.

From behind my curtain, I could hear Nikki growl in frustration. “WILL YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP?!”

“GOD NIKKI JUST HURRY THE FUCK UP ALREADY!” said the female voice joining him.

“Oh, I see,” I laughed. “You have a limp dick and that’s why you’re so bitchy all the time!”

“FUCK YOU!”

“No thanks,” I walked away laughing my ass off.

Finally, after months on the road, the time came when we were able to crash at a hotel. Being a lady I got my own room and could only pray Nikki would keep his fucking groupies out of it.

One night after Mick and I had gotten back from dinner their manager approached me claiming there was a change in the setlist (thanks to Vince who thought the original order wasn’t as fantastic as it could have been) and that he wanted me to deliver copies of them to Tommy and Nikki.

I could hear noises from the other side of Tommy’s door so I slipped the setlist in the crack underneath and moved on to the rat. I didn’t hear much from his room so I let myself in. He was in the process of stripping a bottle blond from her clothes. “What the fuck Y/N?!”

“Sorry to intrude but Vince changed the setlist,” I said tossing him the paper. “Good damn night.”

“Fucking knock next time!”

“I don’t use manners on assholes!” I said making my way out the door.

“BITCH!”

“DAMN PROUD OF IT!” I snapped back closing the door.

I went back to my room, took a long hot shower, and changed into my pajamas; an Iron Maiden t-shirt and plaid shorts. I’d been tossing and turning for what felt like a long time when…

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Nikki burst into my room slamming the door behind him.

“What the fuck?!” I nearly jumped. “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!”

“YEAH! YEAH, I AM! THANKS TO FUCKING YOU!”

“What the fuck did I do?!”

“YOU FUCKED ME UP!” he snapped at me. “I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO BANG A SINGLE PIECE OF ASS THANKS TO YOU!”

“Are you serious blaming me for your limp dick?!”

“YOU’RE THE REASON IT’S FUCKING LIMP!” he shouted. “AND KRISTA JUST FUCKING LEFT AND YOU KNOW WHY SHE FUCKING LEFT?!”

“‘Cause you couldn’t get it up?” I teased.

“Because she said I changed when you entered my fucking room!” Nikki said glaring at me. “She said I looked at you differently than I did her. I told her she was fucking nuts!”

“Charming,” I said my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Then she told me why I looked at you differently,” he said gritting his teeth. “You wanna know what she said before she walked out on me?! WHY I FUCKING LOOKED AT YOU DIFFERENTLY?!”

He was on my bed crashing his lips to mine before I had a chance to say anything. And to my great surprise, I fucking liked it. Nikki pulled back when I didn’t kiss him back. “Fuck!” He started walking away but I caught his hand before he could get too far. He looked back on me confused.

I reached up and pulled him by his shirt bringing his mouth back down to mine. He kissed me hungrily; his body trembling. I inched my hands up his shirt until he got the hint and took it off. He then lifted mine off over my head. “Fuck I love Iron Maiden...but I think I love you more.”

Nikki became an entirely different man then. He was sweet and vulnerable and not the tough asshole he always appeared to be.

“Asshole,” I muttered.

“Bitch,” he smiled.

We continued to kiss and rid each other of clothing until there was nothing left. Nikki kissed me sensually as his limp dick finally became harder than the neck of his guitar. He pulled back. “God I fucking love you,” he whispered before pushing himself in. We both moaned at the thrust as though getting a release we both desperately needed.

Nikki moved in me differently than he had with the groupies. With them, he was wild (and that’s just based on the sounds) but with me, he was gentle...passionate.

I would run my hand up his back only to feel him tremble at my touch. “Fuck, you drive me crazy.”

After a while, he began thrusting faster and harder. “Nikki,” I moaned. “Fuck baby…” He then found my sweet spot and started using it to his advantage. “OH FUCK!” I clung to him as he continued to hit that spot with his length. A familiar tension began to build within me. “NIKKI!”

My toes curled up and my spine arched as I came. Nikki’s thrusts grew sloppy after that until��

“FUCK!” he growled painting the inside of me with his seed. He held onto me until he was completely empty. Breathing heavily he pulled himself out and laid down beside me. I turned and placed my head on his chest.

“H-How long?” I asked.

“How long what?” he asked.

“How long have you loved me?”

He sighed. “Since the second you walked into my door.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Then why act like I was the worst person you knew?”

“Because love is the most foreign emotion I have ever felt. Hate I was used to; I got plenty of it from my parents and vice versa. But love..?” he shook his head. “I’ve never felt that before or had anyone feel that for me. So when I felt it for you I freaked out. I thought… fuck here we go again another person for me to care about only to have her break me into a million pieces. I didn’t want to go through that so I avoided it and tried to get you to be as distant as possible. You’re perfect Y/N. Too perfect to have an asshole like me fuck everything up.”

“Nikki shut up,” I said shaking my head. “You’re not the only one who tried to avoid the inevitable. I’ve had my heart broken so many times by assholes I thought I loved that I didn’t know if I could go through it again. I didn’t know you would be so different.”

“So will you be mine?” Nikki said brushing my cheek with his hand.

I smiled up at him and nodded. “So does this mean you’ll stop being an asshole?”

“To you yeah. The other’s are still fucked.”

“Really?” I laughed.

He laughed with me. “Babe the day I stop being an asshole is the day you stop being a bitch.”

“So never?”

“Exactly.”

Nikki and I were together for a long time after that and eventually, he asked one big fucking question.

“Y/N will you be Mrs. Asshole?”

#nikki sixx #The Dirt #Douglas Booth #Smut

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napoleoninrags · 5 years ago

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President Barabbas

The mob chose a mobster. Elections have consequences.

by Greg Olear

"Easter is a very special day for me ... Easter Sunday, and you'll have packed churches all over our country.” —Donald John Trump, 24 March 2020

I WAS RAISED Catholic, which meant that every Sunday, come hell or high water, we went to church. The Catholic Mass is extremely rote. There’s a lot of call-and-response, a lot of standing up and sitting down, a lot of the same material, repeated over and over and over again. The Apostles’ Creed, for example, has been recited at Mass, in much the same way, since it was codified at the Council of Nicaea during the reign of Constantine the Great, a mere 17 centuries ago.

The best day of the liturgical year, in my recollection, was Palm Sunday. The priest always shared the same story: Pontius Pilate, the Roman prefect, appeared before his subjects in Jerusalem on the occasion of Passover, and agreed to free a single Jewish prisoner. The mob had to choose: should Pilate free Jesus, the alleged “King of the Jews,” or Barabbas, a notorious criminal? Whereupon we, role-playing in the pews, would cry, WE WANT BARABBAS! My brother and I shouted with gusto, to my mother’s extreme annoyance: WE WANT BARABBAS! And so the killer was set free, and Christ condemned to die.

I didn’t know at the time that this passage, perpetuating as it does the “Jews killed Jesus” myth, was used for centuries by anti-Semites to justify their despicable deeds. I never interpreted it that way. To me, the story is about how mobs, led as they are by riled-up morons, can easily be fooled and manipulated into voting against their best interests.

The 2016 election is a recent example of how the angry masses, presented with a clear choice of good guy versus bad guy, chose unwisely. It’s not fair to either party to compare Hillary Clinton with Jesus Christ, and Pontius Pilate did not use the Electoral College system in determining whom to pardon, but notorious criminal Donald John Trump is absolutely President Barabbas. The mob went with the mobster.

Three years into the Trump Administration, and a shocking number of the president’s associates are either in prison, about to head to prison, under indictment, or under investigation. There is Paul Manafort, Trump’s campaign chair, currently incarcerated. There is Michael Cohen, Trump’s longtime personal attorney, fixer, and bagman: ditto. There is the treacherous Michael Flynn, awaiting his sentence (or, perhaps, his pardon). There is Trump’s longtime buddy and shadow campaign advisor Roger Stone, soon to toddle off to the hoosegow. There’s also those who have not yet been indicted because of the nefarious machinations of the corrupt Attorney General, William Barr: Rudy Giuliani, Jared Kushner, Mike Pompeo, Mike Pence, Mick Mulvaney, Erik Prince, and Trump’s lousy kids Ivanka, Eric, and Don Junior.

What is remarkable here, aside from the obvious fact that Trump cavorts with an uncanny number of crooks, is that none of these people has flipped. Manafort pretended to, only to ratfuck the FBI. Flynn, too, lied to investigators. Only Cohen gave up some dirt—but how much did he really surrender? The thing is, the rest of these people aren’t nearly as hard. Trump wants to pardon Roger Stone because he knows him well enough to know that he will sing to stay out of the Big House. Jared Kushner, aka Boy Plunder, has done so many illicit things that he will keep FBI agents busy for years; is Mr. Ivanka really not going to flip to avoid prison? And I can’t imagine Don Junior exhibiting the same trollish swagger around Cellblock D.

Trump’s partners in crime are all selfish assholes. They have no real loyalty. Giuliani, for example, loathes Trump with every fiber of his noxious being. He’s only protecting him out of his own self-interest. At some point, to preserve themselves, these fuckers will all turn on each other, and it will be the end of Reservoir Dogs all up in here: a bunch of petty crooks threatening to take each other down.

So why haven’t they?

A big queen sits in the middle of the stalemated chessboard, preventing all movement. The queen’s name is William Barr. He is the titular Attorney General of the United States, but his actual function is to slow-roll the Department of Justice from its takedown of Trump and his co-conspirators. To that end, he holds up witnesses. He stymies evidence from being sent to prosecutors. He cock-blocks US Attorneys, sure as he cock-blocked Mueller. He kicks the can and kicks it again and again and again, hoping to run out the clock. Barr has been so successful that the GOP is not even remotely worried about the bad stuff coming out. He’s gummed up the works so badly that we couldn’t even get witnesses at the fucking impeachment trial.

With a big, fat cork in the bottle of evidence, Trump and his fellow criminals do not have to fear retribution from law enforcement for as long as he stays in office. The only danger now is if they turn on each other. If they respect omertà, they are golden. Thus it is in all of their interests—Trump’s, but also Pence’s, McConnell’s, Pompeo’s, Kushner’s, and so on—to stay the course. These people will do anything, including exacerbate a global health crisis, to not get caught. They don’t care if we die. Repeat: they don’t care if we die. As Mr. White says in Reservoir Dogs: “The choice between doing ten years and taking out some stupid motherfucker, ain’t no choice at all.”

What are they hiding?

In Trump’s case, generations of criminal involvement with the mob—first La Cosa Nostra, later the Russian mafiya. His grandfather was a minor pimp at the dawn of the organized crime era, but Donald’s father, Fred Trump, was, as Lincoln’s Bible tells us, “a businessman front for the Genovese crime family.”

To best understand Fred, just track his rise from single-family home construction to big residential developments. From Shore Haven (1947) to Beach Haven to Trump Village, all were done with known mafia partners, in Genovese-controlled territory, and eventually with a fully Genovese-owned construction company (HRH Construction).

When the Russian mafiya began rolling in, they landed in Fred’s properties and partnered with the Genovese on some big ticket scams. This was also during the time that Fred and his attorney Roy Cohn set up S&A concrete (via Nick Auletta)—a joint venture between Tony Salerno (Genovese boss) and Paul Castellano (Gambino boss), so that donald could build in Manhattan. Remember donald’s quote, “Even my father, he said, you don’t want to go to Manhattan. That’s not our territory?” That’s because Manhattan, for construction, was Gambino territory. They controlled the concrete and unions. And Fred was a very loyal, shrewd front for the Genovese. To get his idiot, greedy kid into Manhattan, Fred and Roy Cohn had to get those two mob bosses to agree on a joint venture.

When the Russian mafiya pushed out the Italian mob after the fall of the Soviet Union, Donald Trump began laundering money for unseemly Vor associates of Semion Mogilevich. The Russians extended him credit when no US bank would touch him, and he remains in their debt—a fact the Mazars and Deutsche Bank documents will reveal, which is why Trump has moved heaven and earth to keep said documents secret.

Because the Russian mafiya works hand in glove with the Russian government, Trump is also, as Hillary Clinton correctly told us four years ago, Putin’s puppet. His ties to Russian intelligence (Putin, remember, is ex-KGB) go back decades. Recruitment of Trump by the KGB began in the Reagan Administration; for all we know, his succession of ex-Soviet-bloc wives better reflect his allegiance to the Soviets than his taste in women. He is also connected to the Russian organized crime via his friend Jeffrey Epstein, a collector of kompromat and money launderer for arms dealers; Epstein’s longtime partner was Ghislaine Maxwell, daughter of Robert Maxwell, the spy and former business partner of, yes, Semion Mogilevich.

Trump’s underworld ties were all there in 2016, barely below the surface, for all the world to see. Wayne Barrett wrote about them for the Village Voice. Robert Friedman alluded to them in Red Mafiya. Craig Unger covers them closely in House of Trump, House of Putin. The mainstream media knew damned well what the guy really was, but chose to equate Trump’s years of actual mobbed-up crimes with HRC’s email server. The result? Every half-wit Fox News watcher proclaims, with a straight face, that Hillary, not Donald, is the crook!

Truth: Trump is a notorious criminal, a serial rapist and sexual assailant, wholly owned by the mob, controlled by the underworld and the Kremlin. He is a latter-day Barabbas—and because of the whims of a riled-up mob, he’s now, somehow, the President of the United States. Make no mistake: If he thinks it will help him avoid prosecution, he will order the churches open for Easter without qualm or hesitation. In his calculus, Jesus gave up His life for us, so we should give up our lives for Trump. He will happily pervert the holiest of Christian holy days to get what he wants. To this monster, nothing is sacred..

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mickmarstookmyheart · 4 years ago

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Family Tour

Trust Universe!

Pairing: Mick Mars X Reader

Summary: The whole Crüe family goes on tour along with Guns N Roses. (Y/N) has been hiding some secret and is about to explode.

"Babe, have you already packed the medicines in the bag?" Mick yelled from the bedroom.

"Yeah, it's in the side of the green one!" You yelled back from the kitchen.

"Mommy, when can I already eat?" Zoe asked sitting on the counter. She was licking the remaining chocolate from the bowl. She had chocolate all over her face but she didn't notice it.

"Hey, don't waste chocolate!" You said cleaning her cheeks and mouth with a wet towel. "Anyway, do you want to bring some cake for Neil and Elizabeth, too?"

"Yes, I will show them how good I can bake!" Zoe had a proud smile on her little face.

"Hmmm. What smells so good?" Mick asked approaching you and your daughter. He leaned on the counter with his back beside Zoe.

"Chocolate cake!" She yelled putting her hands in the air.

"Really? I love chocolate cake." Mick said. You smirked and looked in the oven to check it.

"Okay, it still needs some time so we can go back and finish packing some clothes for the tour if you want." You said while trying to take down your apron. Mick turned you around and helped you untie the knot. When he was ready he pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

"Ewww," Zoe said covering her eyes with her hands. Mick chuckled and you couldn't help but smile, too.

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"Neil, look!" Elizabeth yelled to his brother on the swing when you and Zoe arrived at the playground. When you let her hand go she ran to her friends while you took a seat beside Vince on the bench.

"How many times has Mick already complaint that he doesn't want to go on tour?" He asked smirking.

"Umm, one complain per hour normally. If he feels bad, two or three."

"That's quite good."

"Could be worse." You laughed.

"Mommy, mommy, can we have that cake?" Zoe asked running towards you and Vince along with Elizabeth and Neil.

"What kind of cake?" Vince raised an eyebrow.

"Chocolate!" Zoe yelled rubbing her belly.

"Zoe did it by herself so if you don't like it I wouldn't say it out loud." You said opening the box and handing one slice for everyone. The children went back to their usual spot while you and Vince just watched them play and live their lives.

"Can I have one, too?" John asked standing right behind your bench making you jump.

"Man, you scared the shit out of me! You could at least cough before you speak, damn." Vince snapped turning back to the man and glaring at him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." He held his hands up in defense.

"I think I should go." Vince standing up from the bench. "If you need anything, I will be nearby." He winked and left while John sat down beside you.

"She has grown so much." John sighed looking at his daughter with pure love in his eyes. That was the only thing that made you sure he wasn't a monster. He was capable of love.

"Yeah." You admitted smiling at Zoe who was fighting with a stick with Neil.

"Anyway, why did you wanted to meet? What can't wait until Saturday?" He asked turning to you. You bit down your lip, you knew he would be mad. To be honest, you would be, too. You hated him, though he was the father of your daughter so he needed to know about this.

"You know, their new album came out a few months ago..."

"I know about that. So what?"

"They need to promote it. And Doc and I have already planned a whole tour for the guys. And not just in the US but overseas, too." You played with the box of the cake. You looked at John, who still didn't understand what this affect him.

"So this means, that I had to follow the band since I'm the co-manager."

"Got it. So that means Zoe will stay with me the whole time?" John asked with high hopes. You took a deep breath and shook your head. The smile from John's face disappeared. "No. No way you are taking her with you! She is barely 5 years old!" Vince lift his head and glanced at you. He put Neil down from his shoulders and headed towards you fearing John might be do something he shouldn't.

"I know. And I completely understand that. But I need her. I am her mother and the full custody is mine."

"You don't need to remind me, I'm aware of that." He growled but he didn't shout. Luckily, those treatments were successful in some way.

"Is there a problem?" Vinnie asked crossing his arms, looking at John then at you.

"There is. She wants to take away my daughter." He spit.

"But not for the long-term! Just a tour." You murmured realizing the tour will last at least six months.

"How long?" John was desperate. The only positive thing in his life was Zoe and he didn't want to lose her.

"Six months." You admitted fearing his reaction. "The USA, Canada, and some in Japan."

"Japan? What the hell?" He placed his head in his palms.

"Look, man..." Vinnie said fully knowing the situation. He didn't see his children for half a year either. "If you really want to see her you can anytime. (Y/N) didn't prohibit for you to see her, just told you the situation." Vince surprised you. He was never fond of John but treating him like this was a new thing.

"Really?" John had tears in his eyes. You felt a bit of sympathy for him.

"Yes. And I think I can arrange a backstage pass, too so you can meet her there until Doc and I take care of things."

"That would be great. Thank you. And don't worry, I won't be present on the whole just once a week or less." John smiled.

"Luckily," Vince said making you chuckle.

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Now that you discussed everything with John, you didn't have to worry about him. Though, there were a few things that bothered you. First of all, Nikki and his new girlfriend, Vanity. You met her a few times during these get-togethers but you didn't like her face and her attitude. Not to mention the drugs. Nikki already had some problems and, bringing it back to his life made you angry. You didn't want her to ruin his life and the tour also.

There were some positive things. Heather also came along with Tommy so you would have some company. You and she had many things in common and she adored your daughter. Beth hesitated to let Neil and Elizabeth go with him, but you made sure nothing bad will happen and that you will treat them as Zoe so finally she gave in. This way, Zoe wouldn't be alone either.

You were sitting in the living room already with your luggage and were waiting for the tour bus to come.

"They said they will come at 9." Mick murmured looking at the clock which showed 10:30.

"I know. And I will give them a piece of my mind." You said cuddling closer to Mick sitting on the couch. You barely slept at night so you were quite exhausted.

"Babe. Babe, (Y/N). The bus is here." Mick said softly. You didn't even realize you drifted into sleep. You rubbed your eyes and sat up from Mick's lap.

"Daddy, daddy, Uncle Tommy, and Nikki are here!" Zoe said running towards Mick. She took the guitarist's hand and pulled him up from the couch. "Let's go and say hi to them. This bus looks so big."

"Alright, let's greet them, angel."

When you became aware of your existence you started to gather all the luggage and bring them closer to the door. Mick had some problems with his back recently and you didn't want him to struggle.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Why didn't you come to the bus and say hello? You are rude." Tommy said when he entered the house.

"Can you just shut up and help me?" You snapped trying to lift one of the bags.

"Good morning, (Y/N). Sorry for being late. We just had some issues with the bus but we are here and everything is okay." Doc appeared, too, and took the bag from your shoulder.

"No problem and thank you." You looked into every room in the house to check if everything was okay before locking the door and giving one last look at the house. Mick stepped behind you and placed his hands on your waist.

"Are you ready?" He asked kissing your shoulder.

"Yeah."

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"I can't believe they still aren't ready!" You sighed waiting in front of Vince's house. It was arranged two hours earlier.

"At least the kids have fun," Mick said looking at Neil, Elizabeth, and Zoe playing around in the garden with Tommy and Nikki. They played hide and seek, and Tommy was the one who needed to find the others. Well, he didn't manage to. You can see everything from the bus and occasionally laughed when he failed.

"Finally!" Doc sighed when Vince and Sharise appeared. When they got on the bus Vinnie waved at you.

"Hey!" He smirked when he placed himself on the one remaining place next to you on the couch.

"Trouble in paradise?" Mick asked noticing Sharise's facial expression who went to the back of the bus without saying hello to you. You hoped she will leave the tour within a week.

"You know, you didn't have to waste time having sex when you will be together on the whole fucking tour!" You ranted.

"Woah, someone needs to get laid," Vince added smiling, earning a hit from Mick after you got up and gathered the children.

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The route to the hotel was a bit calmer than you thought. Zoe and Mick were sleeping on the couch next to each other which melted your heart seeing them like this. Tommy and Nikki with Heather and Sharise were talking about Tommy's spinning cage, Vince and Sharise were in the back.

"I don't think they will be happy about this interview. Are you sure about it?" You asked Doc when you were discussing things about the tour.

"They don't like interviews at all. So this will be no different."

"Maybe Whitesnake could do that interview, no?" You asked Doc. "Or Guns N Roses?"

"Why not all the three of them?"

"Cause World War III would break out." You said with an odd look.

"Alright. Then GNR will give the interview and the boys will decide if they want it or not." Doc offered which you agreed with totally. "Now, enough of work. What's up?" Doc asked putting aside his papers and leaning back on the seat.

"Well, not much, Doc. Life goes on. The boys have a lot of fans so I don't think we will have a problem."

"I was asking about you, (Y/N). Not the boys." Doc said tilting his head.

"What should I say? Zoe, Mick and I are okay, we have a pretty good and adventurous life. I love my family and I love my job."

"Good to hear." You somehow relieved that Doc didn't ask more. "But I see something is bothering you. What is it? Is it John?" Damn, this man.

"You can be as annoying as the band sometimes, you know that, right? Hell yes. I can't get that man out of my head." You said. Mick woke up a couple of minutes ago and he heard every word you changed with Doc. He smiled when you mentioned him and your life but the slight smile faded when John was in the picture again. He hated that man with his whole heart for hurting you like this. "I-I keep seeing this picture in my head that whenever I'm not around Zoe he somehow tries to steal her from me." You were rubbing your arm with your other hand to comfort yourself. That man gave you a headache whenever you met him and all the bad memories came up. You tried to avoid him as you could but it was still hard to be around him.

"I see. Well, I could arrange someone, a guard to keep an eye on her and I'm sure the others willingly help you monitor her. Everyone loves her and they wouldn't let anything bad to happen to her." He placed his hand on your thigh and squeezed it. "I and I think everyone admires you, especially Mick, to let that bastard see your daughter frequently. Not many mothers would let that."

"Thanks, Doc. It means me a lot."

Maybe you were just going crazy for thinking that. He wouldn't kidnap Zoe, would he? If he did that, he would go to jail for a very long time so he wouldn't be able to see his daughter.

"Anytime, kid. Now, go and rest a bit until this madness begins."

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When you arrived at the hotel you and Doc headed to the receptionist to discuss the details and got the keys.

"Alright, Everyone!" You yelled when no one listened to you. You were beside the bus and everybody was dealing with their luggage. "Hey, listen! I have already told you that certain people will bring up the baggage, damn. Tommy, put that down!" You threatened the drummer who immediately dropped the bag down. "Thanks. So Heather this is yours, and Vinnie room 10 is yours with Sharise. Nikki, your room is just beside Heather's..."

"Yeah, man!" Nikki high-fived with his Terror Twin. Maybe it wasn't the best idea. After you handed out the keys and everyone went inside Mick approached you. Zoe went along with Neil and Elizabeth to look around. He stood in front of you and cupped your face.

"You are doing great." He pecked your lips and pulled you in a hug. He was rubbing your back while you rested your chin on his shoulder. "You are the best co-manager we could get." You can't help but smile.

"I'm trying my best, but I'm afraid Tommy, Vince, and Nikki won't be so helpful." Mick chuckled.

"I will help you make them listen to you," Mick promised, taking your hand and walking in the hotel. It wasn't a five-star hotel but it was decent and nice. Decent until Mötley Crüe arrived. At the reception, you already apologized for the trouble so you hoped they will handle things easier.

"Mommy, look there are a playground and a pool, too." Zoe cheered. She ran to you and you picked her up and let her show you the mentioned places.

"Oh, wow. Now you can play as much as you want, honey."

"I want to play with you, mommy!" She hugged you tightly.

"I know, Zoe but there are a few other things I need to take care of. I need to give the keys to Axl, Slash, Steven, Duff, and Izzy, too. As I heard they have just arrived." You sighed seeing your daughter pouting.

"Alright, but be sure they will be around soon so I could play with Steven!" She said while you put down her.

"I promise." You places a soft kiss on her cheek and headed back to the entrance of the hotel. Mick hummed watching you go before taking Zoe's hand and letting her pull him closer to the playground.

When you arrived at the bus the band were already talking next to the bus. They were much quieter than the Crüe and immediately looked at you when you greeted them.

"Sorry, (Y/N) for being behind a bit. Steven had some problems with the journey and we had to stop a lot." Izzy apologized.

"We arrived not too long ago so no problem. And are you okay now, Steven?" You looked at the drummer who was still pale.

"Yeah. Well, better than before." Slash patter his back to lighten him up. "This isn't helping, Slash."

"You still have two days before the concerts so you can recover until then. There are many possibilities to leisure here, I have already looked around."

"It's quite a big hotel. What if I get lost?" Steven asked.

"Don't worry, Popcorn. We will keep an eye on you." Duff said with a smirk.

"Anyway, (Y/N), would you be so kind and give us a tour of the hotel?" Axl asked. You weren't used to this kind manner with the other band. Alright, sometimes they could be knights, too.

"Of course. Oh, and Zoe wanted to make sure that you will greet and play with her. She mentioned that she wants to play with you, Steven but don't worry I will tell her that you aren't feeling well." You winked and handed out the keys to their rooms.

"Steven!" Zoe rushed to the drummer but you stopped her before she could jump on him.

"Zoe, not so fast. He isn't too well so be gentle, alright? Don't play Slave and Queen with him. The Slave can be played by anyone else, except Mick and him." You smirked glancing at the band.

"Alright, then I will escort him into his room and take care of him." She took the drummer's hand and headed to Steven's room.

"I can wait until she will be 18," Axl said. You hit him in the arm glaring at him. "Just kidding. No need to kill me."

"You deserved it, man," Slash said making you laugh. Mick was watching you with a jealous look. You always looked so happy with them and rarely with the Crüe. He stood up from the bench and approached you.

"Hey, Mick." Duff greeted the guitarist.

"Hey, man." He muttered. Slash and Axl nodded to him as a greeting while Mick shook hands with Izzy. Izzy was the only one who he kinda liked. "Sorry guys, but I need to steal (Y/N)." You made a face not understanding his problem. After you said goodbye, Mick was literally dragging you towards the lift.

"What is wrong with you?" You asked freeing your arm from his grip. "Mick, why are you acting like this?"

"Not here." He could only say this. You huffed but stepped in the elevator next to him but tried to stand as far as possible. You didn't like him when he was this angry and overwhelming. You opened the door and happily saw your luggage has already been brought up.

"So, what is it?" You asked crossing your arms. Mick counted to ten not to say something he might regret.

"Why can't you just relax? And be with us? Zoe and me?"

"I'm sorry?"

"At the moment you heard the guys arrived you dropped down Zoe and rushed to them. Whereas they could wait a bit and I can't see why Doc couldn't greet them."

"Are you jealous or what? Cause I don't see your reason for that."

"What? No! I'm just angry that why aren't you honest with me. Why are you locking up things in yourself whereas I'm your husband, no?"

"I don't understand a word." Why can't he and Doc leave you alone and let you do your job?

"I heard your talk with Doc on the bus." He stepped closer and took your hand into his. "Why didn't you tell me that John is bothering you? I could've talked to him not to come or I don't know."

"You don't understand it. I can't reject him seeing his daughter. I don't have the right."

"But you have it, (Y/N)! You have the full custody for fuck's sake!" He was gripping your hand way too harsh now. "Why can't you let that person just disappear from your life? He hurt you so much and you still let him do that. I think we could discuss it with Zoe. She is so smart and I'm sure she would understand it." Mick said softly. He rested his forehead on yours while rubbing your arms. You felt the tears running down your cheek which Mick noticed and wiped them away with his thumb. You closed your eyes and took a shaky breath.

"I know. It's just so hard." You whimpered.

"But I'm here for you, (Y/N)! You are my wife and I would do anything for you. Even it includes killing."

"Mick!"

"Alrighty, no killing. But I support you in everything and you can tell me whatever is going on in your pretty head. Sometimes I wish I could just go back in time and do things from the beginning. From the very beginning."To be continued...

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crue-sixx · 5 years ago

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The Lady In The Water

Title: The Lady In The Water

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt

Summary: The tortured soul of a murdered woman lingers above her watery tomb. Her spirit resides in the apartment she once called home, her power growing stronger on rainy days. You are a medium-you can see hear and talk to ghosts. You must help them find the light.

Note: Based on the Haunted Apartment HC. The character of John Rimbauer and his house Rose Red are of the mind of Stephen King.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, paranormal and scary shit, implied rape murder and drowning, ghost sex. If you are squeamish please don't read.

Late 1880's

Amelia Grace was a low level worker, who had joined the labor union in the strikes for better working conditions. She soon went up the latter in the Union ranks and became the spokesperson for the cause. Across the continent in New York, a horrible fire broke out in a textile factory that burned over 100 poor souls of women and girls alive. The owners had locked the doors with heavy chains during working hours, so that their employees would be forced to work their entire shifts with no breaks. One of the machines had caught fire and in a matter of minutes and only a handful of workers jumped to safety, though not entirely safe. They sustained broken bones and horrible burns-scarring them for life.

She was now speaking at a rally against a Seattle based businessman John Rimbauer. He had built a factory in the city where he employed the cruelest of men to be his overseers. She had been speaking with some of the women and girls in his employ and from what they relayed to her, John Rimbauer had an insatiable sexual appetite. When he'd come and inspect the books, he'd call some ladies into his office and spend extended periods of time with them. afterward the ladies having expressions on their faces that looked as if they'd made a pact with the devil.

She was nabbed by his men that night at her residence and taken to a sewer. She had been chained to the floor with little room for movement. Before her, John Rimbauer himself stood before her and clucked his tongue "Little hens should know that it's the rooster who calls the world to arms" he reached down and brushed a thumb against her chin delicately.

Amelia spat in his face, to which he calmly wiped off the saliva. With a wicked grin on his face, he took from her what all people value most-consent. Over many weeks, he deprived her of nourishment and forced her into debauchery previously unknown to her. When the flood waters came and filled the sewers, she met her fate, but not before she cursed his name, his family and wherever he'd reside. But her spirit remains to this day tethered to her apartment unit, where the very thing that was her death became the source of her power-water.

Death was only the beginning.

Early 1980's

You had heard rumors of the missing woman named Amelia Grace, that she was still alive somewhere in a bog in Ireland for some shit like that. You didn't believe a word of it, so you decided that she was long since dead and buried in an unmarked grave somewhere in the city.

You see, you were a hunter of all things paranormal and your brother Mick had given you a hot tip that something was going down in his friends' apartment. He said he'd hear a woman's whisper softly in his ear, then a cold chill would wash over him like he'd been splashed with ice water. You didn't bother with all the high-tech equipment, you had a knack at attracting weird shit to you, which is why you were always secretly Mick's favorite sibling, from the day he found you playing with an imaginary friend.

You were rolling a ball and he thought it was hitting the wall and rolling back to you with momentum, but when he saw the ball stop in the middle of the room and roll back to you, he shit his pants. He made sure to watch you so you didn't say anything to your parents and wind up in the loony bin, instructing you to shut the Hell up if you saw or heard anything out of the ordinary.

You had moved up here in his place with him to help him with his medical condition, paying him back for all the childhood memories he had shared with you. He made you feel normal, while all the other kids (including your own brothers and sisters) called you a freak and rubbed your face in the mud. He had warned you about his band mates, that they'd try to get in your pants. You teased your brother "I might just need someone in my pants, my hand does get lonely down there".

He chocked on his coffee and said "You're disgusting" with a furrowed brow.

You met his friends, they seemed really cool. You knew better than to admit you could see, hear and communicate with ghosts right off the bat, but this place felt more powerful than others. To your ears, a leaky faucet was the scream of a person in pure agony. It sounded like someone dragging a rusty fork across a chalkboard.

You only stayed five minutes until you had to leave. You quickly apologized and told Mick to explain it to them later. You knew they'd scoff in your face-just like everyone else did. You elected to stay away a few days and do some research and you were giddy with glee when you saw Amelia Grace's name on the records of tenants, you had to go back almost 100 years worth of documents at the library, the building had changed hands so many times it was almost impossible to track the original owner.

While you were away, things started getting more noticeable around the unit, then going downright dangerous. The landlord had said that nobody lived in this unit longer than a year, especially males, and they would soon see why.

On the rare occasion that Vince actually did the dishes, something in the dishwater caught his eye. Where should have been his reflection, the visage of a pretty woman took it's place. She was smiling at him and laughing, then she raised her finger and curled it towards her. He was completely captivated, him not knowing he was leaning over the sink and putting his face in the soapy water. Her touch was like a ray of warmth, her hands caressing his face with the softness of a feather pillow.

When he opened his eyes, the woman had turned into a rotting shell of her former self. She let out a shrill scream and her leather, bony fingers clasped his head tightly and tried to drag him deeper. He panicked and tried to pull away from her, but this only strengthened her resolve and almost had drowned him in the sink when Tommy pulled him up with "What the Hell Vinny?! Why're trying to drown yourself dude?!"

Vince looked back to the dishwater, where the majority of it was splashed about the countertop and floor. His eyes were wild like he'd taken a hit of a drug, but he hadn't even touched anything like that yet today. "Th-the girl..." was all he could stammer while Tommy tried to console him. the drummer telling the singer that he was probably still either drunk or high from last night. It took more convincing on Tommy's part to calm his friend down, but it was done.

A week later, Tommy was in the shower when he heard a bubbly voice from the drain calling his name. I also sounded distant, like it was far away. He bent down to listen, and as he was eye level with the drain, a thick clump of hair sprang up and wrapped itself around his neck. It was slimy and stringy, and way too strong to be just normal hair. He stumbled and fell, dragging up even more hair with him.

He watched in utter terror as he saw decaying flesh drag itself from the drain and assemble before him. He looked into the dead eyes of the female, her hair wrapping him in a cocoon of mold, debris and the unholiest of foul smelling filth that not even the devil himself could concoct. Tommy was so horrified that he didn't even notice the temperature of the water was rising substantially-beyond what was normal or bearable to a human to withstand.

His skin began to sizzle, and chemical burns began to appear on the surface. It was then the pain overtook his fear and began yowling for help. Nikki was in the kitchen when he heard Tommy fall in the shower. He got up to see if he was okay, but knew it was quite the opposite when he was screaming for assistance. Nikki kicked down the door and had to look away only for a moment before helping his friend.

He grabbed up a towel to wrap around Tommy, who was shaking from shock and fear. Nikki then got on the phone for an ambulance and did as the dispatcher instructed him to. Normally he would have told whoever was giving him orders to fuck off but he didn't want to hurt Tommy any further. Vince came home to see Tommy be wheeled away on a stretcher and he looked to Nikki for answers. "What the fuck happened?!"

"I don't know" Nikki was so mad he was shaking "Maybe the landlord fucked with the boiler or the damn thing's broken!" he went and cussed out the landlord over the issue and the landlord insisted that he didn't touch the boiler, even going as far as to show them that the boiler was up to code, in working order and at a reasonable temperature for bathing.

Vince remembered what happened to him and relayed it to Nikki "Dude, there's something off about our unit man! I saw some bloated chick in the water while I was washing dishes last week!"

"You're so full of shit Vince!" Nikki laughed sarcastically "I don't know what to believe, you saying we have a ghost or you saying you did the fuckin' dishes!"

"I'm serious!" he actually started bawling "Remember when Mick's sister Y/N could only stay a few minutes before she looked like she was gonna be sick?"

Nikki DID remember you, only because you were hot and he wanted to fuck you. He did think it was strange that you focused on the water pipes in the unit, but he was naturally attracted to people who were somewhat odd. "Vince, get it out of your head that our place is haunted! If you don't like it you can move the fuck out! I'm staying right here!"

The blonde stared in disbelief and said "You know what? Fuck you, Sixx! There's something wrong with this place!" he walked backward while flipping Nikki the bird with both hands "I'm staying with Mick and Y/N!"

With all the events of the day, Nikki opted to drink alone in the apartment and shoot up. He was alone in his bed, in a drug induced sleep when he felt the soft wetness of your kisses on his cheek. He jolted awake to see you naked straddling his hips. He smirked as you gave a playful wave. and said "Surprise!"

"How'd you get in?" he asked in his slurred speech.

"The window" you giggled "Just like everyone else!" you leaned forward so your nipples grazed his and said "You know, I wanted you to fuck me since the day I saw you..." the rain outside made the light distort your features so he couldn't see what you actually were-the ghost taking your form, the thing he truly desired.

Now Nikki Sixx wasn't one to turn down sex when it was freely offered so he leaned forward and kissed your lips, then moving down to your breasts. He was getting hard just by touching and kissing you. He reached down to play with your pussy but you stopped him "I'm already so wet for you, baby" you groaned into his mouth "Just fuck me already" you pulled his cock up and you slid him into you with ease.

He moaned loudly, you being wetter for him than any other bitch before you. "Jesus Fuckin' Christ Y/N you're so hot..." he slowly began thrusting into you, but you leaned forward and pinned his arms to the bed.

"No, no, no Nikki" you chastised "I'm callin' the shots tonight" he chuckled, him secretly liking a woman dominating him. "You just stay still and I'll ride your cock like the Lone Ranger rides Silver..." he laid back, with your still pinning him down.

Soon, he was at his limit "Oh my god Y/N you're gonna melt my dick off!" he then shot his load into you and after a moment of bliss, he stared in silence as you began rotting right in front of him. You were decaying rapidly, the stink of human waste oozed from the walls, dripping slowly like molasses.

He knew that Vince was right- their place was haunted. He tried to get the ghost off of him, but her frame became heavier with each thrash. He got some relief when she stopped only to be horrified when she began dry heaving. He knew what was next, but he couldn't stop it. She vomited sewer water onto him, the putrid potion going in his mouth and up his nose. Thankfully he closed his eyes as the torrent of dirty water hit him.

When he was finally able to get up, he noticed what felt like to be soft wet kisses was actually a dripping faucet right above his bed. He looked around to try and find the mess the ghost had made of his room, but the only mess he could find was of his own doing in the crotch area of his sheets. He cleaned himself up a little, got dressed and went over to Mick's where he told you all that he believed what Vince said was true.

"Told you, asshole!" the singer retorted.

"So what do you want to do now?" you asked both of them "With Tommy in the hospital and you two here, the unit's empty right?"

Mick looked at you and said "Oh no Missy! You're not going over there alone!"

"Mick I HAVE to" you told him sincerely "I've been doing research on the building and I think I know who she is...all I have to do is speak her name and she'll be gone" you put a hand on his shoulder "I am not that scared little girl anymore Bobby" you called him by his real name, him reluctantly letting you go.

The unit definitely smelled like a sewer that was for sure. You turned on all the faucets and opened the windows to let the rain in. The howling wind and the metallic scream from the pipes became one-you seeing the ghost in front of your very eyes. She was looking at you not in hatred but curiosity, like she was reading an interesting book. You locked eyes with her and dared not break the stare. "Amelia Grace!" you shouted.

The ghost hollered in pain, a look of surprise overtaking her. You said her name again and she screamed louder. You shouted her name a few more times, bringing her to her knees. You knelt in front of her and grabbed both sides of her head, sending her images of the newspaper clippings you found in various libraries. She stopped screaming, and tears of joy began rolling down her face. Her skin was healing itself so she looked more alive than dead. "John Rimbauer has paid dearly for his misdeeds" you gently told her.

"His house was cursed, claiming his beloved daughter" you went on "his family in ruin. You have been avenged, Amelia. You don't need to linger here anymore..." you gave a soft kiss on her forehead "Go in peace..." she smiled, a heavenly glow engulfed her as she made peace with her death.

The rain stopped, the whole unit soaked but it was warm again. When you came back to Mick's place, you were exhausted and plopped down on your bed without a word. While you were asleep, Mick took the time to tell them about you and your gifts. They believed every word-even Tommy when he came back from the hospital.

They quickly moved their stuff from the unit to Mick's place and you all slept in the living room where there was more area to accommodate more bodies. They didn't want to go back, and you didn't blame them. You kept in touch over the years and you deepened your research to locate Amelia Grace's remains in the sewers. You eventually did and arranged for a proper burial, her epitaph reading "A revolutionary, murdered before her time. May she find comfort knowing her death was not in vain" you felt a warm hand touch yours, you looked up to see Amelia Grace.

"Thank you" she said as she handed you an antique necklace "If I ever had any daughters, I'd want them to be as courageous as you..." she kissed your hand and vanished for the final time.

"Who you talkin' to babe?" your husband Nikki asked, your twin girls Amelia and Grace not far behind him.

"Just an old friend" you assured them, looking back at the grave and closing the book on the case of Amelia Grace for good.

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Almost: Ch9 Epilogue

Summary: Castiel was moving on with his life. He is engaged to a man who loves him and has a semi-relationship with his family. Then his father dies and Cas has to go back to his hometown. It's fine. It's not like he would bump into the man he loved on his first day back and realize that - oh shit! He still loves him! Now what?

Note: This is all in Cas's POV so you will read some Cas/Mick stuff but don't worry it's still the happy ending we all wanted :)

Read the completed story on AO3 link (maybe leave a nice comment)

Word Count: 6063 More Under the Cut

Cas kicks the front door of his childhood home closed and drops back against it with a huff. He drops his head back and bangs his head against the hardwood for a few seconds before he hears steps walking towards him. He opens his eyes and sees it was Michael who was striding forward, a curious glare fixed upon him before he raised his eyebrows.

“Was that the hick’s car, Castiel?” Cas rolled his eyes as he pushed off the door and walked to shove the bags into Michael’s chest. He only laughed in response as he took the bags and ignored Cas’s shoulder shove. “You’ve only been here for one day and you’re already crawling back to those Winchester’s again.”

“I don’t see how that concerns you, Mike.” Cas didn’t look behind him as he walked up the stairs to his old bedroom. He needed to lie down.

“Well, Mick went out with Gabriel to go pick you up. Do you know Mick? The man you agreed to marry?”

Cas sighed as he gripped the stair banister before he turned to glare back at his older brother. “I know very well who I am engaged to. Thank you.”

Michael shrugged, a smirk on his face as he started to walk away. Cas tightens his hold on the banister as he fights his instinct to at least throw his shoe at his cocky brother. “Just didn’t want you to forget. Mick is a good man.”

“You mean because he comes from a good family?” Cas caught himself making air quotes again and quickly put his hands deep in his pockets.

“Exactly.” Michael disappeared around the corner and into the kitchen.

“You’re an ass! You know that!” The only response was a laugh and Cas stomped his way back up the stairs.

He’s almost 30! He should not be bullied by his older brothers but here he was. Slamming his bedroom door shut and quickly jumping into his old bed like good ol’ days. He laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling as he hugged a pillow to his chest.

Dean kissed him. He kissed Dean.

Cas’s fingers hovered over his lips as he sucked in a breath before he screamed into his pillow.

What the hell was he thinking kissing him? Fuck, it was good. It was so good. His heart hasn’t stopped racing since getting out of the car.

How many times has he just imagined being back in that car since he left? He hasn’t thought about it in a while but all those feelings just rushed him as soon as he saw Dean. In his stupid cute work overalls too! Messy hair and...No!

“Nope.” Cas sat up and patted his chest as if that would calm his heart up. “Stop. Stop.”

‘He’s already married, Castiel’ He thinks to himself before he pulls off his gloves to look upon his engagement ring.

They both moved on. Yeah. Yeah, so what if Dean says he loved him way back when? So what if Dean fucking Winchester just made out with him? Cas wasn’t going to break up a family just because he wants to kiss the guy.

‘Yeah! That’s it. It’s just the sexual tension.’ Cas tells himself as he lets out a shaky breath.

“Castiel?” Cas looks up as his door begins to open and Mick poked his head in. “Hey, sweetheart, did you actually walk all the way home?”

He closed the door behind him and walked to sit on the bed with Cas. His gentle fingers started to run through his hair and calm Cas’s mind. Yeah. he’s moved on. He shouldn't worry about it anymore. He has Mick now.

“Are you okay?” He hears Mick quietly ask before he leaves a small kiss on his temple. Cas melts into it.

“Yeah.” Cas sighed as he smiled at him. Thankfully Mick wasn’t the best at reading him so the guilt was easily hidden away. “I’m just tired.”

“You wanna head back to the hotel? You can nap there while I finish some work.”

Cas nodded a few times. Yeah, he shouldn't stay in his old room where most of the things in here were Dean’s. But there was something he had to do first.

Cas grabbed Mick’s face and kissed him. His fiance was shocked by the sudden kiss because that’s not who they are. Mick was so gentle with him. He was patient and waited for him even after two years of just being friends because Cas didn’t want to date anyone who was friends with his older brothers but Mick wasn’t anything like them. He was nice. He was kind.

And Cas hates himself for making excuses about why Dean’s kiss was better. It was because there was desperation. There was tension there. They haven't seen each other in years, of course, it’ll be hot but...this - with Mick - was nice .

When he pulled away Mick blinked at him a couple of times with blushed cheeks. “Wow. What was that for?”

Cas just shrugged. “I just missed you today. You’ve been with Gabriel all day.”

Mick nuzzled his nose against Cas’s own as he left a small peck on his lips. “Then I promise to be gone more often.”

“You better not.” Cas smiled and kissed the side of his mouth before he stood. “Come on. I wanna leave before Mike sends me another errand run.”

Mick wraps his arms around Cas’s waist as they start to walk out the door, his lips leaving little kisses at the back of his neck that did make his heart race. Cas loves him. There is no doubt about that or about Mick’s love for him so he shouldn’t think about Dean again.

He hasn’t done so in years! So it should be easy to push him deep into his mind again.

It’s not like those green eyes and cute little smirk has any effect on him. Nope.

They walked down the stairs and to the kitchen where all the noise was coming from. He walked in to see - with no surprise - Mike and Luci arguing about something that Raphael probably said. Judging by that sly leer he had across his face. Gabriel was in the middle trying to calm them down while Anna was nowhere to be found again.

“We’re leaving!” Castiel calls out over their screams. As soon as he had their attention he cleared his throat as he lowered his voice. “We will see you at the funeral tomorrow.”

“Wait. Castiel?” Cas froze - a damn chill went up his spine - when Michael called out for him. “Are you going to need a ride?”

Oh. He was being nice. “Um, no. Mick rented a car.”

“Oh good!” Michael walked over to him and there was a flash of something malicious on his face. Fuck, he fell into a trap. “I could have called Dean for you.”

Cas could feel his ears heat up. “That won’t be necessary.” He hissed between his teeth.

“You sure, Cassie?” Luci - of course piggybacking from Michael - walked to tower over him.

Cas turned towards Mick. “How about you go and warm up the car and I’ll be out in a few?”

Mick squeezed his hand but nodded. He wished everyone goodnight and it wasn’t until they all heard the front door slam closed that were all screaming at each other.

“I said mind your own fucking business, Michael! Just because you are divorced that does not mean you have to make all of us sad and single!” Castiel shoves at his brother.

Gabriel was quick to step between them when Mike lifted his arm to lay a punch on him. He instantly calmed down when Gabe pushed him back. “Okay! We’re stopping this! Do you think Dad would want us to show up to a public event bruised up?”

No. It wasn’t ‘Do you think Dad would want us fighting?’ because they were all always fighting. It was all his family did. It was all his father did. As long as their image to the outside world is fine then they can cut each other’s throat all they want.

They all immediately backed away from each other.

“Fine.” Mike fixed his tie. “It’s not like we’re going to see that Winchester again.”

“He’s going to the funeral.” Cas turned to walk away not caring enough to see their expressions. “And you better not fucking bother him or his family tomorrow!” Cas opened the front door. “Goodbye!”

‘So we’re not going to be adults about this.’ Cas thought as he watched Dean and his family walk away.

He felt Mick kiss his cheek as he squeezed him closer. “So that’s Dean. He seems... nice .”

Cas heard something off in his voice and he felt that annoyance bubble in him but he cleared his throat, shaking his head, before letting it rest down on Mick’s shoulder. He knows he was just getting too protective of Dean, the same feeling he has always felt since meeting him at 14 years old.

“He is.” Cas can hear the stiffness in his voice. “Um, you go sit down. I’m gonna go look for Gabriel.”

“You sure?” Mick gently tilts his head so Cas had to look at him. “You look a little shaken up.”

Mick leans in to give him a kiss but Cas ducks his head. His lips pressing against his hair. “I’m fine. Nobody here really misses my Dad.” Cas chuckles, it was cold and that only made Mick look at him with rounder eyes. “Save me a seat, okay?”

Mick’s only response was a stiff nod while Cas leaves the entrance to walk to the back offices where his siblings have been hiding the whole time. None of them wanted to go speak to their extended family but instead, they found it more important to practice their speeches for when they had to go up and pretend to be a perfect child to the perfect father. Cas was quick to deny making a speech along with Gabriel.

“The place is as full as it could be.” Cas announced as he walked in, dropping a kiss on Anna’s cheek when he saw her. “Where have you been?”

“The further I am from all of you the more I feel like I keep my brain cells.” She quickly and easily answered.

“Fair enough.” Cas smiled back at her before he went to sit beside Gabriel.

“Not a dry eye in the house I assume.” Raphael comments and they all chuckled. It was dry and humorless. The air was still calm around them. Nobody has raised their voice all day. Maybe their father’s death hitting them differently. They weren’t sad. No. It almost felt like they were all disappointed.

Maybe all for different reasons.

Cas was sure disappointed that the man decided to die before they could work things out. But of course, Chuck’s anger would take a hold of his heart and end up killing him. Kinda left Cas feeling stupid for even caring about him but tears have not shed.

Not from the guest. Not from his siblings. Not from him.

Cas spent the rest of the funeral sitting beside Mick trying not to roll his eyes at the melodramatic way his siblings were all acting.

When the whole thing was over Cas sent Mick to their house because he wasn’t allowed to the burial per their father’s request. His siblings were already gone to wait in their cars but Cas stayed behind to make sure everything was running smoothly.

“We’re ready to take your father to the car.” A funeral service worker told him and Cas was ready to just nod and let him get on with it but something stopped him.

“Um, can you give me a few minutes?” Castiel asked him but didn’t wait for a response, not wanting to see the pity in his eyes cause that’s not what he deserved.

Cas walked over to the casket knowing he didn’t miss his father. No. He missed the father who he wished he had. A father who rarely showed himself to him. In birthday letters with money inside, even after he moved away and was cut off. In random books being delivered to his door all year round by someone unknown but knowing it was his father because the book was used with little notes written on the margins and the bookmark was still between the pages. A leaf or another piece of trash stuck between them.

He didn’t understand his father but he… but he really fucking wished he had more time to do so.

“Cas?” He heard his name being called and he turned just slightly to see who the faraway voice belonged to. Oh. Dean.

Next thing Cas knew, his face was being gently cradled in Dean’s big rough hands. Eyes soft and warm as he stared back at him. Cas thought that he was okay but then he heard Dean ask, “Hey. Hey, Cas, it’s okay.”

And that’s when Cas realized that it wasn’t. No. He wasn’t okay. This whole situation wasn’t okay.

And Dean let him cry. He let him cry and didn’t mock him for feeling anything but anger towards his father. Dean held him and heard him. He understood. Like he always has.

And he’s gonna see him later.

Before going back to face his siblings Cas quickly goes to the bathroom to splash water on his face. He can’t look like he was crying. His brothers will give him no mercy.

The house was filled to the brim but Sam was easy enough to spot. He was with Charlie and Balthazar in the backyard. There was a big group of them laughing over something but Cas didn’t see Dean in the crowd.

He didn’t know what switched in his head but as soon as the burial was over and Cas got in his car he couldn’t wait to go home. To see Dean. To be in his arms and just be held. He knows it’s wrong. He knows but a hug is nothing but innocent.

“Sam,” Cas pulls at Sam’s arm. “Where’s your brother?”

“Oh, um,” Sam looked over the crowd and was about to shrug with a small pout when Charlie grabbed his attention.

“He went upstairs. Said he wanted some peace and quiet.” She tells him and Cas smiles a thank you to them before quickly walking over.

He took the steps two at a time knowing where Dean would be. The only place Dean would feel comfortable in this entire house.

As soon as he opened his bedroom door and saw Dean - looking beautiful and bright - he felt relief crash over him like a beach wave.

“Dean.” He wasn’t sure if he said his name out loud but he could feel the tremble on his lower lip when he spoke it.

Cas could feel the heavyweight on his shoulders lift away just by the sight of his old best friend. He knew these were all dangerous feelings but if he made enough excuses for them then it was okay. It was okay if he felt like he was floating when he finally made his way to Dean and then their bodies were pressed against each other.

Cas clung to his warmth, breathing in his scent of motor oil and cologne that lingered on his skin. He heard a giggle that shook through his chest and realized it was his.

Wow. He really wanted this. Needed this. Dean.

“I didn’t think you were going to come.” He heard himself admit. And the truth hits him as well. He figured Dean would be angry with him. For him to be as dead to Dean as his father was but no. No, Dean was kind.

He said he loved Cas way back then. He kissed him back. Held him as he has always dreamt of being held by Dean but...but-

“Wow! Am I getting one of those hugs too, sweetheart?”

Mick .

Cas can feel his body stiffen and go cold because he has been caught. Oh, it’s gonna become a talk. He already knew it.

What can he say this time?

That he couldn’t feel like he could breathe until he was in Dean’s arms? Wait - Cas turned to look at his fiance smiling at him. Yeah, he was a little mad. The strain in his eyes was clearly visible. Then Cas turned to look at Dean and before he could ask Dean answered his silent question.

Of course, he would understand.

Then before he said goodbye to Dean he had to give him his number. He dug through his drawers and ripped a piece from an old notebook to write his number. Then he drew a happy face to reassure Dean that he can call him. Text him. Just talk to him.

The kiss he left on Dean’s cheek was just as unexpected to him as it was to Dean. But his lips tingle the whole night.

Even when Mick lectured him about getting close with Dean again. He started to feel guilt eat at him when he kissed Mick to reassure him but his mind flew to Dean. And he knew - fuck he knew- he was screwed.

Dean sent a heart. A heart!

Cas's own heart threatened to leap out of his chest but before he could respond Mick walked back into the room. In nothing more than pajama bottoms and a towel over his head.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Mick crawled over to him and pressed a kiss at the base of his neck.

“Well, now I’m looking at just you.” Cas turned his phone off and wrapped his arms around his fiance. “You had a good shower?”

“Would have been better with you.” He kissed him and Cas laughed before kissing him back.

“Too tired.” Cas told him as he nuzzled his nose against Mick’s skin. “Distract me? A lot...a lot happened today.”

“Sure, sweetheart.”

And they got comfortable and talked all through the night. Passing out over the covers.

Cas’s last words before he fell asleep were, “You know I love you, right?”

“I know.” He kissed the top of Cas’s head.

Cas decided he’ll delete the conversation in the morning. That his dumb crush on Dean was not worth losing this. Losing Mick.

Cas didn’t think he would end up bruised and beaten by the hands of his brothers again. No. He figured the will reading will be as calm as the funeral and the burial but as soon as the lawyer told them that Dean was getting most of the money he should have known. He should have protected him better.

Dean dragged Cas to the bathroom after everything was over. Throughout the whole reading he kept fussing over him and as much as he loved Dean’s gentle touches - and he kept burning him with them - he was getting annoyed because his brothers kept glaring at them.

“You’re so stupid. You shouldn't have hit him back. You dumb fucking hothead.” Cas was leaning against the sink as Dean wiped his eye where it stung with blood. “Stand still!”

“No! It hurts, asshole!”

“Don’t be a baby.”

Cas rolled his eyes but tried not to twitch his face as Dean cleans him up.

“There you two are!” They heard Bobby call out to them and walk into the bathroom to give them a few bandaids and one ice pack. “You two head out. I’m gonna get a ride with Gabriel. Still got a few things to get through here and I don’t want your dramatic dumbasses getting me kicked out.”

So they left and Cas was too frustrated to do anything but listen to the familiar music. Feel the familiar vibration of the engine underneath him and just feel at peace once again. Feeling like finally - fucking finally - he was where he belonged.

So when the music started to end he got nervous. He didn’t want to leave this car just yet. He can’t handle the real world right now. Everything is different now. He had no money now. His siblings were mad at him for once again picking Dean over them. Because he always had.

Fuck, he was glad Mick wasn’t making him choose because he was afraid he'd know the answer.

If he can just have Dean next to him. Like this. As a friend and nothing more. Then he can live like that.

But now, one second he was laughing and the next Dean's face was practically on his. Heavy breaths mixing and their body heat warming the car even more.

He was gonna kiss him! Dean was going to kiss him again! No. No. He’s married! He has someone and Cas has someone! No. Fuck his stomach hurts but his eyes were closing.

Cas hummed in response to Dean calling his name. His head couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted Dean to just call his name from now on. Wanted Dean to be his. Wanted Dean.

But Dean won’t kiss him. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me!

He was holding him so desperately but Dean was still hesitant. And Cas wasn’t willing to close the gap because Dean kissing him was different than Cas kissing him. But he wanted him again.

“Dean.” Gosh, he sounded so pathetic. Like he was praying to him.

He moved a little closer and accidentally brushed their lips together and Cas knew he couldn’t wait any longer. His whole body heated up at the slight brush. Then Dean made a whimpering noise and Cas’s whole mind went blank.

Did...Did Dean sound like that? He wanted to hear more.

Cas couldn’t think of the damn consequences anymore. He didn’t care when he could have Dean right now. He was pathetic and crumbling right in front of Dean.

Then a loud bang flipped the switch back on in his head and made Cas jump away from Dean’s touch.

No. No. No.

Cas turned to see Mick standing outside the door and he didn’t think of Dean as he scrambled out of the car to see his fiance’s heartbroken expression. Anger was already there but then it faded to concern.

“Can we talk inside?” Cas could hear his shaking voice but Mick took his hand to lead him away from the car.

Away from the closest he has ever felt to home. Where he felt like he belonged. In that car. Sitting passenger side with Dean Winchester beside him.

Now Cas was sitting at the edge of his bed watching his fiance pace in front of him. Quietly fuming because Mick was nothing like Castiel.

Mick doesn’t yell. Mick doesn’t throw punches. Mick doesn’t fight. He’s patient and kind and that’s why Cas fell in love with him in the first place.

But right now Cas wished he would yell at him. Fight for them.

“So, what? Are you just going to...what?” Mick asked because of course, he wanted to know what Cas wanted. “Do you want to break up?”

Cas let the tears burn his eyes as he looked down at the ground with a heavy shrug. “I don’t deserve you, Mick. I always knew that.”

“That’s not what I’m asking.” Mick took Cas’s face in his hands and it was soft. “I’m asking you what you want. Do you want me?”

Cas nodded as he reached to grip Mick’s shirt with his bruised hands.

Then Mick sucked in a shaky breath before he said the most surprising thing. “Then that’s all I need to know.”

Cas blinked up at him. “But...but-”

“If you still want me then I’m here for you, Castiel.”

“Why? Why are you...Why are you being nice to me? You should be mad! Fuck, I’m mad!” Cas gripped at him and pulled him forward until Mick was sitting practically on Cas’s lap. “I almost kissed - I kissed someone else!”

“I knew it would be hard for you to see Dean again. You loved him. He’s the reason why you kept breaking up with me in the beginning. He was...he was your first love.”

“Stop being so nice.”

“No. You deserve nice.” Mick wrapped him in a hug as Cas hid his face into Mick’s shoulder. “I love you, Castiel. And I know you love me. Maybe...maybe tomorrow we can finish the paperwork and head home.”

Home . No, he’s not going home but it’s as close as he’ll get.

Cas doesn’t say another word. He only cries while Mick holds him.

“We can just leave. You don’t have to say goodbye to him, Castiel.” Mick brushed his fingers on Cas’s cheek to reassure him.

“I can’t do that to him again, Mick. But you’re right. I’m just gonna say goodbye and it’s gonna be a fresh start for us. No more Dean. He has a life and family to think about and I have mine.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t want to be a homewrecker.” Cas laughed, it was cold again.

“Castiel.”

“I’m fine. Let’s go.”

“Castiel,” Mick huffed as Sam finally dropped his arm around him. “Your friend wasn’t letting me through. Are you ready to go home?”

Home .

Cas twirled his engagement ring in his finger and he let out a shaky laugh because he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life. Again.

“I am home, Mick.” Cas sighed as he finally felt like he could say what he wanted. He was free, to be honest with himself and with everyone else. “I’m sorry.”

Mick’s face drops and Cas wants to take him in his arms but he stops himself.

“So,” Mick cleared his throat. Eyes watering as he looked Cas over. “You’re staying?”

Cas nodded before he slipped the ring off his finger and gave it back to him. Closing Mick’s palm over the beautiful metal ring.

“I love you.” Mick tells him, so quietly and broken that Cas's own heart calls out to him.

“Me too.”

“But it’s not enough?”

“I’m sorry. I just… I love him more. I always have.”

“I know.” He says it so quietly while he stuffs the ring in his pocket. He sniffles just a little and then Sam was patting Mick’s back.

“Um, Sam?” Sam turns to awkwardly look at Cas. “Take care of him? I’m just gonna go-”

“Sure, man.” Sam smiled with his lips pressed together.

“Don’t worry, McDreamy, we’ll take care of your um...Mick here!” Charlie winked at him and Cas thanked them before he quickly went back to Dean.

Went back home.

Cas knew this morning was different. He could feel it in his bones and by the way, his skin warmed against the rising sunbeams that shined through the window. Today was a new day. A new start.

Starting with the new person - old friend but new future - who was heavily draped on top of him. And not to mention drooling on his chest.

Cas rubbed his eyes, slowly moving as to not wake up the sleeping Dean, to admire his new - they haven’t gone through specifics but Cas would like to say - boyfriend. He won’t say it out loud. Not until Dean mentions it but he would think it.

Mick was never much of a cuddler. They slept on their side of the bed and that was always okay with Cas. Especially when he got a whole blanket to himself but with Dean, he really didn’t need a blanket. His body heat was enough to keep him warm through the night.

They must have fallen asleep talking last night - well they were doing more than talking but talking took priority - as they were still in their clothes from the day before. Cas just realized that he’ll have to face Mick to get his stuff from their apartment in California. He starts to make a list of things he wanted and if it was even worth the hassle or he could let Mick just throw it away.

But he wanted his books.

“A little higher.” Dean hummed in his sleep, nuzzling his face into Cas’s chest with a sleepy grin, and Cas looked down to realize that he absentmindedly started to rake his fingers through Dean’s hair. Cas did what he was told with a happy grin and watched as Dean threw a leg in between Cas’s own to cling tighter around him. “That’s the stuff.”

Cas couldn’t help the silent chuckle that shook through him and the blush that rose when Dean pressed a kiss to his chest.

“Are you awake now?” Cas used his free hand to run down Dean’s back. “I kinda wanna shower and change out of-”

“No.” Dean clung to him more. Like a stubborn child and man, how could Cas ever believe he could live without him. “Sleep still.”

“Dean, you have a meeting to go to. And I would like to pick up my inheritance as well.”

Dean sighed and pushed himself a little higher so he could look down at Cas with a grumpy pout. “Do you only want me for my money now?”

“Of course. I’m poor now and I need you to take care of me.” Cas grinned up at him as Dean rolled his eyes but slowly leaned down for a kiss. Almost as if checking to see if it was still okay. If it was the right thing to do but Cas stretched his neck up to close the gap between them.

Kissing Dean first thing in the morning is in Cas’s to-do list for the rest of his existence.

A few sleepy kisses, a lot of soft laughter, and an awkward toy left in the shower later they were finally dressed and ready for the day. Luckily, Charlie was kind enough to bring Cas’s suitcase back to him so he had some of his clothes at least.

“You look too nice, too fucking proper, to walk around with me.” Dean commented as they walked down to the car hand in hand. Maybe they were both blushing too but Cas is trying to ignore that part.

“I don’t even know what that means.” Cas rolled his eyes as he leaned into Dean’s shoulder. “I like what you’re wearing. You look...um shit - nice.”

“I look shit nice?” Dean raised an eyebrow at him as Cas cleared his throat.

“Well, if you must know I was thinking that you look hot as fuck, like a dumb lumberjack but I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to say that shit yet.” Cas didn’t dare turn to meet Dean’s grinning - stupidly teasing - expression.

“You think I’m dumb?” Dean teased and Cas had to fight back a groan because he knew what was coming out of his mouth next. “Cause If I remember correctly-”

“Dean.”

“I’m pretty sure I got the higher grades between the both of us.”

“Dean.”

“And the higher GPA!”

“I can’t believe I chose to deal with this for the rest of my life.” Dean stopped short and Cas looked at him confused. “What? Did you forget your keys?”

Dean’s expression softened as he carefully reached to cradle the back of Cas’s neck and leave a soft kiss. “I can’t wait to deal with you for the rest of my life too.”

“Oh.” Cas felt himself grin as his body shivered in anticipation for the next kiss Dean gave him. Yeah, he loved this man so much it ached.

Of course, dealing with his siblings wasn’t going to be easy. Especially when they were all pro-Mick and anti-Dean. Now more than ever. But Dean went with him to pick up his inheritance from the family house and even pack up his room because Michael got the house and he was sure he wanted everyone out.

“You sure you want to do this right now while everyone is home?” Dean asked as he followed behind Cas. “We couldn’t wait until like a week later?”

“No. I’m afraid they will destroy my books.” It’s all he had of his fucked up father and he wasn’t going to lose them.

Cas didn’t even bother knocking as he unlocked the door and marched right in. He was going to go straight to the study when he heard his name being called.

“Gabriel.” Cas sighed in relief. “I’m...I’m just here-”

“Mick called.” Gabriel started as he stopped a few steps away from them. Cas couldn’t read his brother's expression besides confusion but Cas was ready for whatever screaming match was about to happen. “He told us you ended things. What...What happened?”

Gabriel knew the answer already. Dean was standing right beside him, probably awkwardly scratching the back of his neck or twitching.

“I did.” Cas answered not saying anymore as he saw Gabriel’s anger slowly rise.

“Castiel! You can’t just-!”

“Gabriel, I didn’t come here to fight!”

“We are not fighting! We are discussing!” Gabriel turns his glare on Dean. “And what the hell is wrong with you?”

“Gabriel,” Cas warned.

“No! Tell me! Why does a married man want to ruin my little brother's life?! What the-the wife not doing it for you anymore?”

Dean shakes his head. “I’m not married.”

“What?” Gabriel blinks at him before looking at Cas for confirmation.

“Yeah, turns out he’s not actually married and Dad lied to me.”

“Shocker.” Dean and Cas both say at the same time.

Explaining to Gabriel was easy enough. Explaining it again when the rest of his siblings kept pouring in was...harder. Considering they are looking at the guy that took most of their Dad’s money. But in an odd turn of events, there was no yelling.

They talked. They asked questions and Cas learned that it wasn’t just him that lied to.

“Ah, there you are.” Cas looked up from where he was sitting in his father’s - nope now it was Michael’s - office and was greeted with a kiss. “You’re supposed to be packing.”

Cas held the book up at him. “I found another book where Dad left me notes to read.”

He closed the book with the same dried up lavender flowers that Chuck used.

“Can’t believe the books are all the old man left you.” Dean sat on Cas’s lap as soon as Cas put his book down. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean and pressed his nose against Dean’s cheek before he kissed it.

“It’s the only thing we had in common. I’m not surprised.”

“Babe, you didn’t get the house. Didn’t get any money. Or the damn business. What did you get?”

“I got a rich boyfriend.” Cas grins at him and that makes his boyfriend laugh. Cas loves that laugh and relaxes at the sound of it. “And I get to read words my Dad never said out loud to me.”

“What did he say in this one?”

Cas spent a few minutes reading passages of his book to Dean with his father’s comments. Yes, they were both angry that his father lied to them and kept them apart but sometimes they just have to let the anger go. Chuck was gone. They were free now. They were together and they weren’t gonna waste another second with that ugly feeling.

Especially when he could make out with his boyfriend in his old office like a couple of sneaky teenagers.

“Hey!” They both quickly turned to the doorway to see Gabriel with Sam and Charlie grinning behind him. “I’m paying you to work! Not kiss!”

Sam looks down at Gabriel. “You’re paying them? What the hell, Gabriel?”

They walk away arguing while Cas turned to give Dean another kiss. “We should get back to work before Michael comes back. Just cause he likes you now doesn’t mean he will be any nicer.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Dean got off of Cas’s lap and quickly helps him stand to pull Cas into his arms. “I love you.”

Cas holds him just as close. A smile on his lips as he stares at his beautiful boyfriend’s freckled face. In disbelief that he can finally say this. Finally, have this. Have him. “I love you.”

Dean kisses him softly before patting Cas’s ass - making Cas open his eyes mid-kiss and roll them - and pulling away. “Okay! Now let’s get your pretty books packed so we can head home!”

Yeah, Cas made the right decision.

#im sleepy so i won't edit thing...maybe read it on ao3 instead #thank you all for reading!#Destiel #Deancas #Supernatural #SPN #A More Profound OTP #My Writing #WormstacheWrites

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sunnyie-eve · 5 years ago

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11 | Close Friend

Series: Need You (Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OFC)

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Language, Angst

Part 10

"Shit, we got to get back to the bus. Mick is going to be so mad at me. He knows I never drink as much as I did last night." I jump up out of the bed picking up my clothes. "I told Doc." Tommy groans not wanting to get up. "Doesn't matter, Mick is still my big brother." I get dressed and throw Tommy his clothes. "Last night was fun." He smiles while getting dressed. "And it will never happen again, nor will you ever speak about it." I smile back before we get going.

"Where the hell were you two last night?" Vince asked as me and Tommy entered the bus. "I expected Mick to start questioning us, not you." I laugh eyeing him. "I called Doc last night, Mel here got shit faced so I got us a room. Don't worry Mick, I didn't sleep with her. Even when she's fucked up she's still smart not to make that mistake." Tommy slightly lies to my brother but also tells the truth. "I believe you drummer and I trust my sister not to be that dumb like you groupies." Mick says nodding his head walking off the bus while Nikki glares at Tommy.

"I call bullshit on that." Nikki walks up to me moving my hair away from my neck. "So he didn't give you this?" He touches the hickey on my neck. "He didn't do that." I slap his hand away causing Nikki to glare at Tommy. "When I found her at a bar she was all over some guy and he was all up on her. Like I said she was shit faced dude." Tommy walked past him going to his bunk. "If she's smart enough not to sleep with you then she's smart enough not to sleep with me." Tommy turns around eyeing Nikki before shutting the back door.

Nikki turns to face me with this look on his face that shows the emotion of being let down. "What Nikki? I sigh, putting my hands on my hips shaking my head. "Why do you do this to me?" I take a step back from him and see Vince watching us like he was watching a damn movie. "I don't know what you're talking about." I say not wanting to talk about anything with Vince watching us. "Yes, you do." He says hurt so I walk up to him. "Not here in front of Vince." I say in his ear walking outside the bus with him following.

"Why do you keep playing with my heart?" Nikki asks, making me giggle. "I'm not! Not once have I played with it Nikki." I say trying to calm down. "Okay, I said that wrong. Why are you hurting my heart? I tell you I basically like you and you sleep with Tommy." I shake my head at him. "I didn't have sex him Nikki. Like he just told you if I'm smart enough not to sleep with you then I'm smart enough not to sleep with him. I'm just trying to protect my heart from you breaking it." I run my hands through my hair. "What do you mean?" Does this dude not listen. "I ALREADY TOLD YOU! You are a Rockstar that fucks random girls and I'm not trying to be one. I know you said I'm different but I'm not risking it because you aren't different." I hit the bus hurting my hand but I try not to pay attention to it.

"Yeah, I'm a Rockstar that sleeps with many women, who I don't know their names, but you are so much more special to me." I shake my head at him as he walks up to me cupping my face. "Why can't you just believe me?" He asks, staring into my eyes. "Why can't you just let me be? Let me find someone who's a normal boring person who doesn't fuck every girl he sees. Who doesn't only drink alcohol everyday. Who doesn't spend thousands of dollars on drugs." I start to cry trying to back away.

"Because I-I- L-... Please Melissa." He cries and I'm still shocked by it because he's not one to cry in front of people. "I'm sorry Nikki but you can't even say what you feel." I look down and he pulls my face close to his kissing me gently. I don't kiss back even though I wanted to kiss him back so badly.

"You better let go of my little sister now or you're dead." Mick says walking up to us rather quickly. I move away from Nikki wiping my eyes making Mick more mad. "What the hell is going on?" He asked, pushing me behind him. "Mick, Mel makes me feel some way and-." Mick cuts him off. "Go find some slut that can satisfy your needs because my sister will not do it for you. Mel go sit in the bus, we're leaving, and Nikki stay away from my sister." Mick pushes me onto the bus and I see Vince at the window watching.

"Did you listen and watch everything?" I ask and he rushes back to his seat. "Umm..." He looks out the window. "Tell Mick I'll be in my bunk and to leave me alone." I walk back to my buck and crawl into it softly crying. I hear my curtain open and I turn around to see Tommy. "I want to be alone, Tommy." I wipe my eyes and he pushes me over crawling into my bunk. "You need someone to comfort you Mel." He pulls me into his chest rubbing my back. "What would I do without you Tommy boy?" I giggle looking up at him. "Umm cry into a pillow instead of you bestie." He kisses the top of my head.

"Don't freak out like you did with Nikki. I was just comforting her, Mick. She's like one of my best friends besides Nikki." I hear Tommy talking to someone still holding me in his arms. "It's okay drummer, you both are at the same age I understand. I'll leave you two be." I hear Mick close the door behind him. "I laugh at how we say friends even though we've done shit." I laugh, making Tommy laugh too. "I gotta go to the bathroom, be back babe." He jumps out of my bunk rushing out.

"I hope you find someone who's totally different from us. So they can give you all the love you deserve." Nikki's voice scares me for a minute and I look over at his bunk curtains closed. I hop out of my bunk and open his curtains to see him lying on his back. "I'm sorry, I really am." He turns his head to look at me. "Nikki, only if you were a little different just maybe." I laugh, laying my head down on my arms on his bunk. "I just want you to be with someone who can make you happy." He turns his body to face me.

"I know, and you will too someday." I smile at him and he starts to slide out of his bunk and I look up at him. "I just wish that person was you but that's not happening." He holds my hands as I take a step closer to him. "You're right there Rockstar." He leans down resting his forehead on mine smiling. "At least I can still have you as a close friend while you're around." I smile at his words nodding my head a little. "You got that right, as long as I'm with my brother I'm not going anywhere buddy." I pushed him away and we high five.

"How long is that going to be? You said so yourself you want to move on from the band." He leans back against the bunks. "And like I said, I have no money to do any of that." I do the same. "I'll talk to some people so you can get paid for taking care of us and for being our makeup artist." I lean up to wrap my arms around him to hug him.

Part 12

#motley crue #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #the dirt #douglas booth #colson baker #daniel webber #iwan rheon #mgk!tommy lee #douglas!nikki

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rydenstories · 6 years ago

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We should have never played in the junkyard.

Trash could've been my first name growing up.

It wasn't the way I carried myself and it wasn't the way my family was. Sure, we were poor, but we weren't dirty or anything. It was just that stupid town we lived in. Rural, but rich. If your parents didn't either own a farm or work on one, you were considered one of the poor kids. The trash.

Of course, there are choices that didn't help my reputation. Call it teen rebellion I guess, but sometimes I think I tried to out-trash people's opinions once I got older.

That's how I, along with my best friend Mick, started hanging out at the junk yard.

Now it wasn't really a junk yard, not officially. The woman who owned the land was a hoarder and that's putting it generously. I mean acres upon acres of land with just.... stuff on it. Rusted down cars by the dozen, broken appliances, and other piles upon piles of junk.

Delia, a wispy haired woman with a thick southern accent, owned the land. Growing up, we heard all kinds of stories about her. Mostly that she was some kind of witch, though the adults just said she was crazy. I'd overheard my mother talking about her many times after crossing paths at the market or whatever. "Such a nice lady. It's sad she's so nuts. All that money and all that land, but she's too focused on crap!"

And she really was. Hell, most people in town stopped throwing certain stuff out because they knew she'd just come pick it up before the trash men could come. Instead, they opted to drop things off. That's actually how our fascination got sparked.

Let me point out that Mick's parents were never around. Dad was a trucker, mom worked double shifts. Me being an only child, and my mom almost always being home to care for me, Mick was essentially my brother and was always with me, from kindergarten on. That's why he was with me that day, when my dad was dropping off our old fridge. The coils that kept the freezer cold had finally crapped out for the last time.

Delia came out from a trail of trashy treasures poking out of overgrown grass. She gave my father a smile that was magnetic and I was completely enamored with her life, as was Mick. I mean, from everything I'd learned so far, I'd assumed that she'd be wild and unhappy. At least embarrassed by her situation. This woman radiated positivity. I mean, I'd seen her before in town and she LOOKED happy, but she truly had this energy that was hard to hate.

Later that same week, Mick and I hopped some fences until we got onto Delia's property. You didn't need a map to know, you could see the pile-up from a mile away. Exploring her land was something we'd talked about from the minute Dad took us back home. We were both 14 and a little too old to be playing pretend, but we couldn't stop coming up with ideas for how we could make the junk yard our battlegrounds.

We went a few times without being caught. We sneaked around and there was a definitive thrill we both derived from the fear. However, when Delia found the two of us, using garbage piles as barricades for an imaginary war, she was still bright and positive. We both quickly stopped our play and did as kids often do; lined up to be reprimanded. Instead, she put a hand on Mick's shoulder. "Ain't much to do 'round here, eh?" We both shook our heads.

"Ayup. Always been like this. If you kids are really lookin' to have some fun, you might wanna walk about five minutes that-a way." She pointed further into her land. "Cars'n stuff are a little less rusted. Don't want you kids getting some kind of infection on my watch." She smiled and turned away, starting off in a different direction. Mick spoke up. "Wait, we can play here?"

Delia turned, same smile still on her face. "Well sure! Just be careful and respectful of my things, y'understand?" We both nodded and she set off again, stopping every so often to check out a discarded item before gently placing it back down and continuing on her winding but meticulous path.

She'd been right, just heading a couple minutes into the junkyard provided with newer garbage, and other landscapes that seemed almost like something out of fantasy. Our imaginations ran wild. We hung out there almost every day. Most, we wouldn't even see Delia. I mean, there was just so much land and so much to do there. Our paths rarely crossed.

Still, we'd see other people around sometimes. We weren't the only cast-offs to find a refuge there. Sometimes, you'd find homeless people sleeping in abandoned cars and campers. People would also look for junk parts. It wasn't that abnormal to have your play be interrupted by someone wandering.

We found a huge expanse of field that was nothing but refrigerators and other appliances. Newer, older, and in various stages of rust. We'd imagine that they were trees and that we were chasing one another through the forest, a bounty hunter and an escaped convict. I was getting ready to turn the corner around an old Frigidaire and "arrest" Mick when the creaking, moaning sound of rust broke the both of us out of our imaginative story-line.

Mick stood up from his knelt position and came up next to me as I turned myself around to search for the source of the sound. My eyes searched between rusted husks until they landed one one of those old 60's models, the ones that look like a spaceship. The door had open just a crack before stopping.

I started to turn away when the groaning noise returned again. Sure enough, the door was opening.

The door creaked a little further and I could see fingers curled around, holding on and cautiously opening from inside. Fear had turned my body heavy as stone, but the sight made Mick yelp. The fingers quickly pulled back into the fridge and the door slammed closed again.

We stayed like statues in place for a while, waiting for the door to open again, but it didn't. Arming ourselves with nearby scrap metal, the both of us crept over to the fridge and pulled on the door. It didn't want to give way until the two of us pulled with both hands. It was stuck shut good and creaked much, much louder when we opened it.

The inside was bare, nothing, no person. Just rust.

Neither of us wanted to admit to how frightened we were, but we weren't exactly ready to just resume play either, so we quietly backed off of the area and ran home.

It was probably the longest time we'd spent away from Delia's land. Being away didn't stop us from constantly speculating, once we knew we were safe, of course. There were moments where we rationalized to the best of our ability, but it didn't take long for that to descend into stranger explanations when rationality clearly couldn't apply anymore. We had to go back.

It's strange. Delia's land is so expansive, that it's kind of hard to find the same place two days in a row. We found other fields of fridges and other appliances, but not that field with that refrigerator. It took two weeks and almost forgetting about it entirely for us to stumble upon it once again.

We both went straight to that same old fridge. It looked like it could have been blue in it's heyday, but years of rust and sunshine had faded it away. The door had been closed again. It wasn't nearly as hard for the two of us to get open this time and we found it unsurprisingly empty.

The two of us stood there in silence for a moment before it seemed like Mick got an idea. "Close me inside!" He climbed in before I could protest and started trying to pull the door closed on himself, which clearly wasn't working. I didn't immediately step forward to help and instead protested. "What if the door gets stuck? How am I gonna explain that to my mom?"

He laughed as he continued to try to pull the door closed, rocking the fridge and nearly knocking it over. "I can hold my breath a real real long time, you'll figure out the rest."

Sighing, I resigned myself to closing the door on him, though not all the way initially. I could hear him from inside. "All the way! All the way!" The door touched the frame and settled there. I stepped back and stood again in silence.

A few seconds passed.

"Hey? What's it like?" No answer, not even a muffled one. I rolled my eyes and stepped back towards the fridge, grabbing and yanking the door back open with surprising ease. "Yeah, you're not gonna scare me-"

Empty.

For a moment, it was like my brain just stopped functioning. I stared dumbly at the rusted back of the old fridge. Before my thoughts arranged themselves, I already felt myself stepping forward and touching the inside, pushing hard against the back. Smacking it. Punching it in a frightened panic.

I started yelling for Mick. Yelling into the empty fridge until rationality started to pull me back again. I backed off and began searching the other appliances, tearing doors open and frantically yelling for my friend. I opened every single damn door on every fridge, deep freeze unit, and oven with no luck. He wasn't behind them, or among the outlying piles of trash. He was just gone.

As if on cue, or maybe even her own instinct, Delia approached from somewhere unseen. "What's goin' on here? Y'all gotta find somewhere else to play." She stopped and looked around at all the open doors, concerned. "Hey.... where's that other kid?"

I started to break down. I could barely explain through the sudden burbles of sobs that were coming from somewhere inside my gut. My mind couldn't make sense of what was happening, but Delia didn't seem particularly shocked and just sighed before going around and closing all the doors, shaking her head as she got to her work. She kept repeating "This is bad. This is real bad for us, kid."

Once all the doors were closed again, she came back over to me. "Show me which unit he went into." I lead her over to the spacey 60's fridge. She closed and opened the door a few times with no change. She backed off and sat down on an old toaster oven. At first, I thought she was deep in worried thought, but after fifteen minutes or so, it became clear that she was waiting for something.

Then, there it was again. The creak and groan of a rusted hinge, trying desperately to open against time's toll. Only this time, it was one of those meat storage freezers that open from the top. Whatever was crouched inside had pushed the lid open just a sliver. Glossy, silver bauble-like eyes peered out from the darkness inside. They were round and wide, with no iris or pupils to the cascaded swirl of chrome color that made them up.

Just as the lid started to close again, Delia leap't to her feet and barreled towards the freezer. It noticed, tried to retreat faster, but couldn't disappear before the surprisingly spry old woman had yanked the door open entirely and peered inside. Her face was painted with both fear and fury as she shouted inside. "Don't you dare run, you coward bitch!"

A scream erupted from somewhere deep inside the freezer, high pitched and almost metallic sounding. A black, disgustingly contorted hand reached up toward Delia and gripped her hard on her arm. It yanked her a little, but she wasn't budging. Instead, she reached her other arm down with it. "You give that kid back, god damn it!"

It was clear that she was trying to pull the thing out.

Every instinct told me to run, but I couldn't move. My legs had become jelly beneath me and I'd knelt down moments before without noticing.

She'd gotten some good pull on the thing and I was starting to become overwhelming frightened that I would have to see those disgusting chrome eyeballs again, but it seemed it had also started to realize that she had the upper hand. It let go of her arm and she let it go in turn. Then, she was holding onto something heavy, pulling it up to the surface.

He'd come up headfirst, Delia pulling him under the shoulders with all of her might. Mick was unconscious and dirty, looking as if he'd been gone for days, although it hadn't been more than an hour. As the last of his legs came up, she collapsed backwards and barely dodged his body toppling onto her. My own body was finally responding to my brain again and I sprinted over to them. She was already trying to shake him awake with no response.

It was only when I knelt down and began begging him to wake up did his eyes start to flutter. Then, his entire face scrunched up in pain as blood began to pool from his tear ducts and run down his face. Pain overwhelmed his body and he screamed.

"My eyes! My fucking eyes!"

Delia quickly rose to her feet and began to leave.

"Stay with him. I'm calling 911. You better come up with a good story by the time they get here, kid."

I tried to comfort him through his wails and pain, but I was overwhelmed and terribly frightened. I could stop my eyes from darting between each and every appliance in the field, terrified of seeing those swirly, sickly baubles peeking out again.

#my story #mine #creepypasta #nosleep

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