#I have other interests I swear it's just the crue is the band I have the most fun creating content about
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she is mine ~ mick mars
word count: 2044
request?: yes!
@midsummereve1993 “can you do a mick mars where reader and him are dateing but she pregnant by somebody else who didn't want to be a father. reader goes into labor and mick is there to help her when she gives birth to her daughter to which mick gives the baby his last name because reader wanted him to adopt her since the baby real father didn't anything to do with reader or the baby”
description: in which she worries that no one will want her or her unborn daughter, but he proves her wrong
pairing: mick mars x female!reader
warnings: swearing, pregnancy, rpf
masterlist (one, two, three)
Dating while pregnant felt like an impossible task. Not that I was trying to date or anything. Having the guy you thought was your endgame suddenly up and leave you because you’re having his child tends to destroy a person’s trust and confidence. But at the same time, I wasn’t going to turn away from someone who was flirting with me.
I was always up front with anyone who showed interest in me about my pregnancy. I wasn’t about to spring a baby fathered by another man on some poor, unsuspecting guy. But usually that honesty resulted in a swift end to a date, or if it was someone casually flirting with me, they would quickly move on to someone else. Once my bump became more visible, I was avoided like the plague.
I’ll be honest, it made me feel unlovable. Like carrying a child and becoming a mother suddenly made me undesirable. My hormones were already going crazy because of the pregnancy, so the undesired feeling was just heightened. I had come to terms with the fact that I was likely going to be a single mother, and there was nothing wrong with that. My first and most important concern was taking care of my baby and making sure she was happy and healthy. But on the other hand, it would’ve been nice to have someone to help me raise the baby.
And then my friend took me to an album release party.
I was about halfway through my pregnancy when we went, so the bump was very evident. I wasn’t too into parties anymore since I couldn’t drink, but she begged me to be her plus one and told me the band would be there. I knew vaguely of the band, but it wasn’t really my genre of music. I decided to go though, to spend time with my friend if nothing else. She promised we’d leave the second I wanted to.
I was stood off to the side, watching all the not pregnant people enjoying their time. I was sipping on some soda, wondering at what point I would go grab my friend so we could leave.
I was shocked when I was approached by a man.
“Are you doing okay?” he asked.
“I’m okay,” I confirmed. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, you are in a room full of drunk and drugged out people while being in a ...different predicament.”
I chuckled and put a hand on my bump. “What if I’m just fat?”
“Then that drink in your hand would’ve been all over me already.”
“Okay, fair point. I’m just here with my friend so she could have a plus one. I’m not...you know, partaking in the party.”
That’s when I happened to look back at the room and saw all the attention on the two of us. I awkwardly shuffled under their watchful eyes.
“Why are they staring?” I whispered.
He looked at me, confused. “Seriously?” I shrugged. “I’m Mick Mars. The drummer for Motley Crue?”
I gasped. At that moment, a loud announcement of the other band members’ arrival drew everyone’s attention away from the two of us. The party was suddenly dialed up a notch, and Mick lightly took my arm and guided me out of the loud room. We ended up going outside so it was less stuffy and there were less people.
“So, you really didn’t know who I was?” he asked, a playful smile on his face.
I shook my head. “I’ll be honest, I’ve only heard your stuff on the radio. I’m not, like, a big fan or anything. I’m sorry.”
“No! It’s actually refreshing to meet someone who isn’t falling over themselves when they meet me. The others like that, but not me. I’m too old for that shit.”
“You don’t seem that old.”
“My body definitely feels that old.”
I leaned against the wall behind us. My back was starting to ache. Or, I guess it was starting to ache worse than usual. Having to carry around this growing belly was doing a number on my back and legs. I leg out a sigh as I let the wall take the weight of me.
“Is the, uh, father okay with you going out to parties?” Mick asked.
I scoffed. “I’m sure he wouldn’t give a shit even if he knew. He left when I found out I was pregnant.”
“Oh, that’s terrible.”
I missed the slight look of happiness on his face.
It took Mick one day after we met to ask me out on a date, and then it took two weeks for him to make our relationship official. Suddenly, I went from feeling undesirable to being the girlfriend of a major rockstar.
Mick became very involved with my pregnancy, too. When he found out when my due date was, he made sure to tell the band he was taking the entire month off so he could be with me when I went into labor, and be with me and the baby after she was born. When he was on tour, he would constantly call me to see how I was doing, and when he wasn’t on tour he came to my appointments with me. He even came up with a couple baby names.
“Vince thinks you should name the kid after the band,” he told me one night while we were on the phone.
“God,” I groaned. “I hope no one ever procreates with him.”
“Too late. His girlfriend just found out she’s pregnant.”
“Oh, but now she and I can be the band moms! That’s exciting. Tell her to name the kid, though.”
It almost felt foreign to me, having someone care so deeply for me and my baby. I mean, of course my parents were a big help, and so was my friend, but this was different. This was someone who met me and decided they could love not only me, but also my unborn child. It was someone who wasn’t afraid to take up the responsibility of a child that wasn’t his. Not biologically, anyways. But with the way Mick was treating me and helping me with my pregnancy, this baby was more his than the prick who actually knocked me up.
I didn’t want to get too attached, though. Even though Mick was showing how committed he was to me and the baby, it was still only early on in our relationship. I hated to admit it, but I was insecure while he went on tour. Even though he assured me that he was not the type of guy who was into meaningless hookups with young groupies (”I’m too old for that shit,” he had said again), I couldn’t help but picture all the beautiful young woman who would likely be throwing themselves at him every night. All the women with slimmer bodies than mine, who weren’t wildly emotional because of pregnancy hormones and weren’t craving weird food combinations and getting emotional when they couldn’t eat those food cravings. I didn’t want to grow too attached to him, to think of him as a life partner and a father to my daughter, and then have him leave the same way my ex had.
But Mick proved to me every day that that wasn’t the case. With every call, every check in, every doctor’s appointment he attended, I felt those insecurities fading away.
And, like he promised, he was there when my water broke. He rushed me to the hospital, holding my hand the entire way and talking to me to calm me down. He was there as I was brought into the delivery room, and when the doctor’s tried to tell him he couldn’t stay, I screamed through the pain of another contraction that yes, he was staying.
I was afraid the birth would freak him out. It freaks out most people the first time they see it happen. But Mick held my hand through it, looking at me and telling me how good I was doing, until the first cries of my daughter brought his attention to her. He watched as the doctor’s cut the umbilical cord and took her to wash her and coddle her.
“She’s so tiny,” he told me as he squeezed my hand. “You did amazing, baby.”
I only held her for a short period of time, just enough to initiate some skin to skin contact with her and to lull her cries. I had a nurse take her so that I could rest after the exhaustion hit me so suddenly.
When I woke up, I was in my own private room. The door was closed to muffle any of the noise going on in the hallway. I turned my head to look over at the chair next to me, and I could’ve sobbed at the sight. Mick was sat there, cradling the new baby girl in his arms. He had a small smile on his face as he looked down at her, rocking her gently.
He looked up and noticed I was awake. “Hey. Good morning, sleepy head.”
“Shut up, I just gave birth,” I said, teasingly. “How long have I been asleep?”
“A few hours, I think. I’m kind of surprised she didn’t wake you with her crying, but maybe you were just too exhausted.”
“She cried?”
He nodded. “Yeah, very briefly. I didn’t want her to wake you, so I tried rocking her, and it seems that’s all she needed.”
I extended my arms to him. “Can I see her?”
He stood and slowly walked over to the bed. She handed her to me, making sure I was supporting her body and head before letting her go completely into my arms. He was right, she was so tiny. I didn’t think a person could be so tiny in my life. She had little cheeks already, a small whisps of hair already peaking out from under her pink hat.
“She’s adorable,” I said. “Hey baby girl. Welcome to the world.”
“The doctor’s were in earlier asking about a name for her,” Mick explained. “I said it was best if they waited for you to wake up.”
“Oh yeah, I guess I didn’t get to give you a name before I passed out,” I said. “Well, lucky for you baby girl, I already have one picked out. And it’s a pretty name, too. Dahlia, after mommy’s favorite flower.”
Mick smiled. “I like that name.”
We were silent for a moment, just gazing at the sleeping baby together. I raised my legs a little to rest her against them. She stirred slightly, but just enough to shift a little then fall back to sleep.
“I was thinking,” Mick said, bringing my attention to him. “And if this is too forward or anything you can let me know. We’ve only been together a few months so I completely understand, but how would you feel about giving Dahlia my last name?”
For a moment, I thought I had hallucinated. The pain meds from the birth must not have worn off. There was no way he had actually asked that.
“What?”
“Again, it’s totally fine if you want to say no. I was just thinking...I don’t intend on going anywhere. I love you so much, and I already love Dahlia so much. I know I’m not biologically her dad, but to me, she is mine. I want her to have my last name. Eventually I could legally adopt her as mine, too, and maybe you’ll end up having my last name too.”
If I didn’t have a baby on my lap, I would’ve thrown my arms around Mick and kissed over every inch of his face. Instead, all I could do was nod my head as tears started to run down my face.
“Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, I’d love that.”
Mick’s smile was bright enough to light up a room. He leaned down to kiss me, gently and quickly as to not disturb Dahlia, then moved to kiss her gently on her forehead.
“Wait, isn’t your real last name Deal?” I asked. He nodded, which made me giggle. “Dahlia Deal. Double D.”
“Oh God, please do not tell the guys that. That’ll be her nickname for the rest of her life.”
#mick mars#mick mars imagine#mick mars x reader#Motley Crue#motley crue imagine#imagine#one shot#request#fanfiction#fanfic#fandom
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Me: I should make art about other bands I love/my other interests, making motley crue content is getting boring
My brain: hehe crue content ideas go brrrrrrrrrrr
#witchy.txt#sjsgjdfhdhkkfhf wELL THEN#I have other interests I swear it's just the crue is the band I have the most fun creating content about#like I have this sick ass megadeth drawing idea I've been willing to draw for the longest of time#or another couple of cob art ideas#IF ONLY MY BRAI. WAS CAPABLE TO COMMIT TO ONE (1) THING FOR ONCE#like please I want to be diverse#fuck's sake#like I know y'all enjoy it anyway and I'm glad for it#it's more a me thing y'know
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1993 interview in Blunt magazine, which was apparently a skating and snowboarding magazine and explains all the questions about skating.
Green Day Interview, by Damon Way and Mark Waters
Written November, 1993, published in Blunt Magazine, Spring, 1994.
(Editor's note, May 2000: Although a lot of this stands as a pretty remedial interview, stony and silly at times, there are also parts that are quite interesting and amusing when considering the context of the events that have happened since. This interview took place while the band was in San Diego on tour, and while they were in negotiations for their contract with Warner Brothers.)
Green Day is the kind of band that music listeners hold dear to their heart. A band that is so good, the lucky few who knew about them early on can't help but wonder "Why isn't this band blaring out of everyone's cars at full volume?" Yet while these people wonder this, they also take a certain pride in knowing that they listened to that band first. And hell, once the band becomes popular, it takes some of the charm away. It's happened a hundred times.
Green Day will be the next band to be popular enough to scare away a few fans. Mixing melody and energy with easy-to-sing tunes, Green Day has hit the winning combination. Damon Way interviewed Green Day earlier this year to find out more about this trio. The band is from Berkeley, and Mike plays bass, Tre plays drums, and Billie Joe plays guitar and sings.
Blunt: So, where do we start?
Mike: Let's start with a how-you-doing-I-haven't-seen you-in-a-while?
Tre:Yeah, man.
B: How did your tour go?
Mike: Good. I stuck Eight Ball and Droors stickers all over the U.S. Kids would ask me if I skate and I'd tell 'em 'Yeah, I'm sponsored.'
Tre: I would say 'I don't skate, man, I shred.'
B: What do you guys like best about skateboarding?
Tre: I like that high energy that makes you feel like you're fourteen again, fucking up your toenails.
Mike: I like the idea of knocking down old ladies as they're walking out with their groceries.
Tre: Most skaters steal things.
Mike: All skaters are theives.
Tre: Well, we could say most skaters steal things.
Billie: They have these big clothes so they can walk through a store and take anything they want and they'll never know. There is so much extra space that they can even frisk and not find anything.
Tre: I know a guy in Cleveland who does heroin and wears big clothes. He steals meat and sells it on the black market and gets money for heroin. I swear to God.
B: Do you guys like snowboarding?
All: Oh yeah, man we shred.
Tre: I'm the mogul master.
B: Once again, how did the tour go?
Mike: It was wonderful, we had a great time.
Tre: We're sorry Louisville. Who else are we sorry for?
Mike: We're sorry we were sick all over the place. We had bronchitis and walking pneumonia.
Billie: We're sorry Salt Lake City.
B: What was your best show?
Billie: Soma in San Diego.
Tre: I don't know, but we played plenty of places where skating was against the law.
B: What did you think of Soma?
Tre: The owner has a nice car and a cellular phone.
B: Are you into meeting girls on tour?
Mike: Yeah, I met my girlfriend.
Tre: Yeah, I met your mom.
B: What do you guys do on an average day up in Berkeley?
Mike: Wake up and do bong hits.
Tre and Billie: Burn bowls.
B: Do you still listen to Metallica?
Tre: Yeah, man, I still do.
Mike: I'm from the same town, I have to.
B: What other bands do you like?
Tre and Billie: Tilt.
Mike: Tilt is a great band but the Potato Men suck.
B: What bands did you play with on tour?
Tre: A band called Judge Nothing. They helped us dookie the pot.
Billie: I dookied in a girls' pot.
Mike: I pissed in her ice trays.
Tre: I put eggs behind her couch and rubbed them in.
B: What do you think of the hardcore scene?
Mike: I'm not really into pornos myself.
B: Do you think punk is coming back?
Billie: The thing is that punk has always been here it's just that MTV has monopolized the whole thing, inspiring the mainstream to look a little more punk than usual. Like how Motley Crue kicked out Vince Neil because they wanted a singer who was more punk. And Lars Ulrich shaved his head and grew a goatee.
B: So what's up with getting signed to a major label?
Billie: We're doing it man. We've been talking to Ian MacKaye and we're going to do a little thing on Dischord. We have to change our lyrics though. Make them address political issues.
B: What do you think a major will do to you guys?
Tre: Fuck us in the ass.
Billie: Probably ream us. I'm open for a rim job, though.
B: Do you think they'll try to clean you up and throw you on MTV?
Tre: I don 't think they'll clean us up because our next record is going to have swear words in every other song.
B: Do you think you will be promoted like Nirvana was?
Billie: I hope not man. It just seems like everyone was hoping to find the next Nirvana. I want to be completely separate from the whole grunge thing. I don't even think the whole so-called grunge people are even into being called grunge. We played in Florida and this guy with a TV camera, who was totally dressed up in a suit and was from the Fox Network was asking us, "So what is grunge and what does it mean to you?" We were like, "This sucks."
B: What do you think of Rocket From The Crypt?
Tre: I saw a guy with his whole back done up with tattoos, so I guess they must be pretty good. They got paid a lot of money so they've got to be the next Nirvana, or someones going to be really screwed because it was something like $750,000.
B: What kind of equipment do you guys have?
Mike: I've got a bunch of broken down basses. I just got a Gibson Les Paul and the neck twisted on me five days later because of the humidity in Florida. I also have a Gibson G-3 that's broken. I have the one I was playing tonight that broke during the show.
Billie: I have one guitar (a Stratocaster) and it's the one that I use all the time and it's fucked up.
B: Have you ever broken any equipment on stage?
Tre: I just kicked my cymbal stand and broke my high hat.
Mike: On this tour I've broken four basses, four straps, and my speaker cabinet. I've also blown two heads before.
B: What other stuff are you into besides the band?
Mike: Camping and living life to the fullest.
Billie: Legalization of marijuana or anything productive. People should just do what the fuck they want.
B: Are you vegetarians?
All: Yes.
B: Any last words?
Billie: Live hard, die young.
#plot twist: MIKE is the one with the piss kink here#lmao @ Billie for being like 'i have one guitar and it's fucked up'#also Billie: 'I'm open for a rim job'#hmmmmmm#we know you are#article#interview#articles
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PLAYLIST SHUFFLE TAG!
Okay, so @viterbofangirl tagged me in this and I need to start learning to post my own shit, so what the hell, why not?
Rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 15 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping!
(I couldn’t stop at 10 so I added 5 more, sue me)
I have very random music taste and I listen to my music on shuffle alot, so I made a playlist of the ones I like the most (that way I don’t hafta skip 150 songs to get to the one I feel like) so I’m gonna use that one.
1) History of Violence - Theory of a Deadman
Hoo boy starting off light huh?.... Yeah so, I was in the drive thru at Sonic when I first heard this on the radio and was immediately like “holy shit”. Instead of like metaphors and poetic subtlety, it’s just straight up like “here’s a poor abused woman who resorted to murdering her shitty boyfriend/husband cuz she couldn’t take it dum dum dum”. Even though the actual situation is not the same, this song is perfect for getting across the internal issues and turmoil of my character Mikey. Its so perfect I’m even planning to animate something for it...... if I ever get around to learning animation that is.....
2) The Vengeful One - Disturbed
Two songs in and I look kinda emo.... But hey this song is soooooo cathartic! I love me a good heavy rock song, and the drums and electric guitar are perfect for my ears to absorb. This song gives off a feeling of overwhelming power mixed with a coldness and disdain for the bad in the world. Obviously, thats not my usual temperment, but its an interesting one to explore! Especially when I’m trying to get into the head of characters that exude that like my OCs Spark or Ryu. Plus its fun to sing in the car X)
3) Enter Sandman - Metallica
Okay this one is just a classic! Same thing with the drums and guitar they both slap SOOOOO GOOD. I don’t really associate this song with any of my characters or fandom favorites, but it DOES give me a super strong urge to learn the drums. EXXXXXXXXIT LIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! OFF TO NEVER NEVERLAND!!
4) We Are Giants - Lindsey Stirling ft. Dia Frampton
I don’t really to listen to music by band or artist, but I LOVE Lindsey Stirling!!! She’s probably my favorite musician! This is such a good song, especially for someone like me. Its a positive song that talks about feeling alone in a crowd and unimportant to the world, but how you really do matter and shouldn’t be afraid to dream big and shoot for the stars. It really speaks to me and the vocalization is so good (especially for singing), not to mention the official music video is animated and AMAZING!
5) Cetus - Lensko NCS
I dunno if anyone knows this song, but damn its good. Its one of those Royalty-Free songs that people look up for their channels, which is how I found it in the first place, but I loved it immediately. Its a peppy 8-bit electronic bop that turns a little Irish jig at the end and honestly I think if I ever start an animation channel I’m totally gonna use it! (Also go support Lensko he make good beats!)
6) Sanctuary - Utada Hikaru
I did not grow up with Kingdom Hearts, and only played KH2 within the past year n’ a half. But good God, the moment that Cinematic Opening came on and this song started playing I swear I astral projected into a daze of feelings without names. I know that “Simple and Clean” is the quintessential Kingdom Heart song that gives everyone feelings, but IMHO Sanctuary blows it out of the water. As beautiful as the animation was, or how curious the occasional backwards lyrics are, or how weird it is having high-res Goofy and Donald in what is essentially an anime opening, I really can’t be distracted from this song when I play.
7) Chemical Plant Zone (Rock Remix) - Zerobadniks
Chemical Plant Song is like, one of the TOP Sonic songs by popular vote (and we know how awesome the Sonic series is musically so thats saying something!), but I could never quite vibe with the normal 8-bit version. I think I first heard this as someone’s ringtone and was immediately like “THATS PERFECT THATS EXACTLY HOW I NEED IT!”. The rock makes the song soooo much better and honestly gives the song the perfect vibe. Unfortunately, it took FOREVER to find cuz none of the Rock Covers of this song were the right one. In fact, tbh, I’m not even sure whether Zerobadniks is the correct artist..... that’s just who everybody was crediting when I found it.
(imma include the link i found since its a little hard to find: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fqJiZEM6aPI )
8) The Wolf - SIAMES
YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT ANIMATED MUSIC VIDEOS???? THIS IS A GOD-TIER ANIMATED MUSIC VIDEO. I found the video first, and seriously, if you haven’t seen it YOU NEED TO!!! The beat works perfectly with the images on screen and the story being portrayed is really intriguing, with the lyrics adding to atmosphere without necessarily describing the visuals shown. Even without the animation, the song itself is a banger. It bring to mind the feeling of intense motion forward, but unable to decide whether its movement TOWARD something or AWAY from something. I love listening to this on a nighttime drive.
9) Burn the House Down - AJR
If you ask me, the best way to make a pop song better is to add either violins or trumpets. For this song, it was definitely the trumpets that first caught my attention, and the rest of the song kept me listening. I don’t really know how to describe the vibe of this song, and I don’t have a specific character or story in mind when I listen to it, so its a little hard for me to talk about it. I think the best way I can describe this song and what draws me to it is a feeling of nonchalant go-with-the-flow attitude to shenaniganry. Almost an undertone of “We’re hooligans in a situation that we probably should get out of, but hey we’ve got life and each other so why worry?” At least that’s the closest I can get to a verbal description heh...
10) Slim Pickens Does the Right Thing and Rides the Bomb to Hell - The Offspring
DANCE, FUCKER, DANCE, LET THE MOTHERFUCKER BURN!!!
So this also has a KICKASS animated music video, but its technically combined with the song “Dividing by Zero”. Now the video works SO well with both, and the shifting artstyles reflect the differing tones of the songs PERFECTLY. However, I have a preference for both the animation and the song on the Slim Pickens half. Its fun to listen to and sing at the top of your lungs and its SO CATHARTIC. Again I cant really describe what my head does when I hear it, but I think you can probably feel a similar vibe if you watch the music video.
11) No Heaven - DJ Champion
The first time I finished the original Borderlands, I had been playing for days on end, had just finished a long battle with the Destroyer, and sitting back relieved to have beaten it and reflecting on how much I had enjoyed the adventure. Then this song started playing. For what I believe was forty minutes this song looped on my TV while the credits rolled. By the time the credits finished I was pulling up the song to listen to again! What an absolutely PERFECT cherry to add to this experience. This song perfectly encapsulated the chaotic, trigger-happy, morally ambiguous craziness that I had enjoyed and absorbed in this game. Every time I hear it now, I imagine myself in the wastelands of Pandora, driving haphazardly across the sandy dunes as my companions and I shoot and blow up everything in sight. You know, living the dream.......
12) Hit & Run (Wolfgang Lohr Remix) - The Electric Swing Circus
I fucking LOVE electro-swing! The electronic beats and rhythm blend so well with the wild and energetic freedom of swing. A lot of electro-swing gives me a vibe of wild movement, reckless abandon, and freedom from constraint. I think this song melds all of these feelings the best! As the last song might have indicated, despite my general nice and sweet temperament, there is a part of me deep down that is an absolute gremlin secretly enamored with chaos, insanity, and a general disdain for law and authority X). But whereas anything Borderlands related has a more “morality is an illusion blowing shit up is real” air about it, this song is far more peppy. More of a “good-hearted but insane” type of chaos, like an 100mph car chase where you end up sailing over the train tracks JUST as the train passes.
.... I may have gotten a bit off track lol
13) Kickstart my Heart - Motley Crue
I love this song, but I have to be VERY careful when and where I listen to this. I love songs that make me feel like I’m going a million miles per hour, like I’m gotdam Sonic the Hedgehog. Unfortunately, I may or may not have had multiple instances of listening to this song in the car and abruptly realizing that I’m going like 15mph above the speed limit...... So yeah, regardless of absolutely perfect it feels to play this song while speeding down a nearly empty highway, please be careful and drive responsibly!!!
14) I’m Born to Run - American Authors
Imma just up and say it. This song is a Sonic song; like not like actually from the series but a song for the character. This song encapsulates Sonic as a character better than some of his ACTUAL THEMES (and remember Sonic music are bangers!). Its a song about freedom, living life as it comes, and not letting anything slow you down. Frankly I’m surprised they didn’t make this song FOR the Sonic series, or even the movie! Speaking of which, ironically I heard this song right after watching the Sonic movie in theaters, so yeah there’s no way I can associate it with anything else.
15) Opa Opa - Antique
Oh, what a PERFECT way to end this list! This may be one of my absolute favorite songs of all time! I don’t remember exactly how I found this song... I think I had just relistened to Dalar Mehndi’s “Tunak Tunak Tun” and was looking for other catchy non-english songs and BOY HOWDY I found one! I know nothing about the band or what the song’s about (its in greek and i dont speak it), but this song is just a masterpiece of retro, pop, and dance sounds. This song feels like the musical and lyrical manifestation of dance and movement. I really REALLY wish I could dance JUST so I can express how happy and free this song makes me feel! This is the BEST song for me to end this list with!
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JESUS, this got long..... Sorry about that XD. It was fun though, and hopefully somebody was vaguely interested in my ramblings.
Guess I need to tag people now? How about @tharkflark1, @rockmilkshake, @neonbuck, @drawingsdrawingseverywhere, @birthgiverofbirds, @puccafangirl, @kalcat, @biblestudybussybopsbabey, @monstrous-milktea, and @memecage! I think there are a couple of people here I haven’t talked to though soooooo..... hi, I hope you don’t mind the tag X)
Anyway hope you enjoyed and/or want to do this too! This took for-fucking-EVER to type, so imma go fuck off and watch youtube or something now...
#music and remixes#viterbo i was gonna add you to the bottom list and then i was like SHIT SHE TAGGED ME XD so oh well#i may or may not have cheated just a bit but shut up these are the songs i had something to say about#moonstar wont shut up
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Animal in Me//Chapter 19
Author’s note: My Love for Saul Hudson aka Slash will always peak through. And he’ll be playing an important role in Aria’s life down the line.
Tag list: @SCARECROWMAX @KINGNIAZX @LEATHERANDHEELS @IJUSTWANTTOKISS70SROGERTAYLOR @TAMRARAE
MASTERPOST
Come On Pretty Baby Kiss Me Deadly
“Lena!” I whine as I allow the tiny redhead to guide me through the house she shares with Mick. “You and Mick are going to be the only ones that will be happy to see me.”
“I’m sure Nikki will be happy to see you.” She points out. “He’s been asking about you, you know. Mick says he’s been moping around much like when you left the tour.”
“I find the very hard to believe.” I roll my eyes just as we stop at the bar where all the members of Motley Crue are standing. Mick shoots me a smile, or what he considers a smile. Tommy and Nikki shoot me a glare. But Vince? He walks up to me and pulls me into a hug. At first I’m taken back, but I quickly return it. “Has hell frozen over?” I ask him right before we part.
“Can’t a guy miss his favorite Ice Queen?” He smirks.
“You should hate me.” I point out before nodding to his friend since high school. “He does.”
“You’re doing your job.” He shrugs. “And it’s not like the shit you were writing about was slander. It was the truth. And I’m sure this won’t be the last time I’m the subject of one of your articles.” A smile appears on my lips before I walk over and kiss Vince on the cheek. “Has hell frozen over?” He asks, mocking me.
“Can’t a girl kiss her favorite pig?” I smirk, mocking him. “Who is going to make me a drink? I can only stay for two before I have to leave.”
“You actually have plans?” Nikki questions.
“Yea, a concert.” I reply, shrug. “I am friends with other bands, not just you guys. Besides, it’ not like any of you have been friendly with me as of late.” Tommy looks away in shame. Nikki shows no emotion.
“Hanging out with Guns N Roses again?” Lena questions. “I can’t believe you’re hanging out with Axl Rose again.”
“You’re hanging out with your ex?” Nikki questions. “I thought it would be a cold day in hell before you hang out with him and whatever band he manages to form.”
“He formed the band with Tracii Guns, who I’m friends with. And his bandmates are Izzy and Slash from Hollywood Rose, who I was great friends with. And don’t get me started on Steve and Duff. I swear they are the cutest fucking blonds in the world and at this moment are my favorite drummer and bass player duo. So yea, maybe hell has frozen over but I’m in great company.”
“Hanging out with an ex isn’t healthy.” Nikki points out.
“Neither is half the shit you do to yourself.” I retort. “Tommy, pour shots of Jack. I’m about to make a quick toast before leaving.”
“I thought you were staying for a couple drinks?” Lena questions me. “What changed?”
“I didn’t come here to be lectured by a man that’s not my father.” I shoot a look at Nikki, reminding him of his last words to me before we stopped talking. “Plus, like I said, I have a prior engagement to get to.”
“So who is it?” Nikki questions. “Who are you fucking?”
“Everyone and anyone; just not you. Ever again!” I shoot him a glare before holding up the shot glass Tommy hands me. “To Entertainment or Death...or whatever Nikki decided to change the CD title to at the last second like a fucking douchebag!” I toss back the shot before hugging Lena and Mick as I walk away from the group.
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“RIA!” Steven announces my arrival as I make it backstage. I just chuckle at the drummer as he pulls me into a hug. “What took you so fucking long? You missed our set.”
“I’m sorry.” I pull away from one blond to only be pulled into the embrace of another. Duff gives me a squeeze and a kiss on the head before releasing me just as quick. “My friend Lena drug me to the release party of Motley Crue’s new cd.”
“And you chose to hang out with us instead of Motley fucking Crue!?” Izzy questions, fake swooning. “I knew you loved us more.”
“You guys have been there for me more than they have in the short time I started hanging out with you.” I state as I wide an arm around Slash’s naked torso.. “Plus Sixx kinda fucked up my partying mood.”
“How?” Axl questions me, semi interested in the answer.
“He pulled at you.” I reply. “He asked me who I’m fucking in this band. Funny thing is, we never dated. At all. He has no right to ask that kind of question.”
“So what was your answer?” Slash questions me, as he wraps his arms around me.
“Everyone and anyone but him.” I laugh. “Now come on, let’s have fun. I kinda need a distraction after tonight…”
**
I’m leaning up against the brick wall of the building in the back alley. Slash lights up a cigarette and takes a single drag before turning to me.
“You okay?” He questions me. “You’re unusually quiet this evening.”
“You’ve known me for awhile…” I sigh. “Am I really that much of a slut that I get asked by two different guys who I’m fucking in a band?”
“Look at the guys that asked those questions,” He tells me. “What do they have in common?”
“I dated Axl and I was sleeping with Nikki.” I reply. “So I’m the thing they have in common.”
“They’re jealous that you’re giving another guy attention and it’s not them.” He informs me. “It has nothing to do with you being a slut. Which you aren’t, by the way. You’re nothing like the girls that throw themselves at us because we are in a band. You just so happen to have been involved with guys in a band.”
“No offense, but men suck.” I mutter before stealing the cigarette from Slash, taking a drag of it. But when I hand it back to him, he already has a new one lit. Shake my head, I just take another drag.
“Trust me, we do suck.” He chuckles. “But you girls aren���t exactly easier to understand either.”
I snort. “I barely understand my own gender. So I feel you on that one.”
“I really did miss you.” He admits after a silence has fallen upon us. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again after you and Axl called it quits.”
“I missed you too.” I tell him. “Near the end of the relationship, you were probably the only thing I actually liked about Axl.” He throws his cigarette away from himself before walking over to me. Before I know it his arms are wrapped around my waist and I’m being pulled towards him. My arms find themselves around his neck. His already dark eyes grow dark before his lips crash onto mine...
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Baby, You're a Firework!
Title: Baby, You're a Firework!
Author: tiddly-winx
Fandom: Motley Crue
Summary: You and Mick are in the midst of an intense sex session when you're interrupted by sulfur, potassium nitrate and charcoal.
Warnings: smut, swearing, light drinking
18+ Readers
Just after the show, you were waiting back at the hotel while Mick went partying with the guys. That kind of thing wasn't your scene, preferring quiet and calm over loud, rude and aggressive. Which surprised your friends and family when you started seriously dating Mick Mars, the guitarist of Motley Crue. On his end, the bad was surprised that he'd be interested in you as well. You were working at the library when you met him-he was looking for books regarding Do It Yourself guitar repair and you suggested a magazine that ended up helping him a lot. He returned a few days later telling you that he'd fixed the problems he was having and started chatting you up, though it seemed a little awkward for him to do so.
All this happened two years ago, right when Motley made it big. Since he was touring most of the time, you didn't get to see much of each other and you felt that loneliness that comes with being the lady of a musician. But this time you wanted to surprise him in his room. Doc had picked you up from the airport earlier and gave you a key to his room. He smirked, knowing exactly what you'd be doing and ordered a bottle of champagne that was waiting on ice in the room.
The other items you'd ordered were still in the boxes- rose petals, candles and that very sheer negligee that you hoped looked enticing on you. It was black lace with pink faux feather trim, the fabric sheer enough to leave little to the imagination. When you slipped it on, your nipples forming peaks in the material. You delicately laid out the rose petals on the bed and floor, lit the candles and as soon as you heard the door open, you put your glasses on and laid in the most sultry pose you could. Mick took a moment to survey the scene and smiled widely "Y/N! What are you doing here?" you gave him an innocent peck on the cheek and he continued "and why're you dressed like that?"
You couldn't help but blush a little-this WAS out of character for you, but you wanted to be a little more adventurous. "Just wanted to surprise you" you kissed him more passionately now, his hands moving around your waist and wandering to your ass and tits. You broke off the kiss to say "I call this look The Lusty Librarian"
"I LOVE The Lusty Librarian" he had a hungry look in his eyes, pushing you against the bed, peppering your skin with kisses and licking. When he got to your breasts, he suckled them through the fabric, with one hand playing with the other nipple and eventually squeezing them together and kissing your cleavage. You let out soft squeaks, which he found both adorable and sexy. He grunted, his dick waking up and pressing a little painfully against his pants.
You looked down at him and said "You can jerk yourself while you're pleasuring me..."
He shook his head and answered "Not yet...you came all this way to be with me and I'm gonna make this last..." his head was in between your legs, you gasping at the sudden feeling of his tongue licking your folds. You heard him grunt again, knowing that he was getting harder by the second. He reached up to fondle your tits as he was eating your out, causing you to slowly rock your hips.
"Just like that baby" you reached down and tangled your fingers in his dark hair. He looked up at you, his icy blue eyes glazed over with the drug of desire. This prompted him to shift so he could get his arm free, and inserted two fingers inside you, changing it up to sucking on your clit. You had inadvertently tugged a little too hard on his hair, him making a slightly annoyed expression with his eyes.
"Sorry, Mick" you softly said "You're so good at that" you arched your back and bit your lip. He stopped and dropped his pants, his cock throbbing for you. You gazed at it, lightly touching the tip. "Want me to suck it, babe?
He only nodded and sat down on the bed, legs open to accommodate you. First, you kissed the head while stroking the shaft, then licked it. He let out a few grunts as he got even harder in your mouth. He usually wasn't vocal or demanding, but the way your glasses amplified your eyes while you were looking up at him made him feel a little bolder. "Oh fuck yes, Y/N..." he reached down and pinched your nipple, making you wince in pain a little. But it was pleasurable "Those glasses make your eyes look big and needy...look up at me" he guided your chin up so you could lock eyes with him as you sucked him off.
You had to stop to catch your breath, and asked "You like 'em baby?" while jerking him off.
He took a more authoritative tone "Who told you you could fuckin' talk?" he pressed the head to your mouth and you began again. This more dominating behavior was a turn on for you, your cunt dripping just from sucking him off. You hollowed out your cheeks and slurped around him, making him buck his hips a bit and hold your head down so you could get his dick deeper down your throat. About a minute of that and you heard him say "Shit, I'm about to fuckin' cum..." you pulled back, letting his seed splash your chest.
The both of you were breathing heavily and you wiped his semen from your breasts with a wash rag. You saw that he was still hard, so you crawled into bed with him, exploring each other with your mouths and tongues. "How do you want me?" you asked, the both of you rubbing each other's nether regions.
"On top of me" he grunted into your mouth "I need you to ride me..." he slipped the negligee off and you were now completely exposed to him.
"Will it be okay for your back?" you asked seriously.
"It's been fine for a couple of days" he looked down at you "it'll be fine now..." he laid back on the bed and you helped him out of his pants, the both of you laughing when there was some difficulty. You had lined up his cock with your sheath and teased the tip a little. He whimpered in need and you decided it was enough and slowly slid yourself on him. "Oh god damn..." he groaned as he felt your warmth swallow him up.
"I've missed this dick, Mars" you slowly started riding him "I've missed you even more..." his hands stroked your thighs lovingly. You were so touch deprived that even that sensation was pleasurable for you.
"I missed this tight pussy" he added, slapping your ass in a playful manner "I missed you too, Y/N" he caressed your cheek gently, like a light breeze. You leaned forward with your hands on his shoulders, your tits dangling a few centimeters from his face. He took this prompt and tickled your nipples with his tongue, and taking one into his mouth and sucking on it. "I'm gonna fuck you baby..." you stayed still and he hugged you to him, his hips making circular motions. You loved this feeling, you getting louder with your moans. You tried to bite your lip to keep it down out of courtesy for the other guests at the hotel but he reprimanded you.
"Don't you fucking dare quiet yourself" he gave a hard, quick thrust into you. This was a new sensation, you gave a yelp of surprise. "You let everyone hear who's fucking you like a goddamn porn star" he gave another hard thrust. You did feel a little pain, but it wasn't unpleasurable.
"M-Mick Mars" you whimpered into his shoulder.
"Louder" he commanded, his thrusts getting rougher and quicker. You sat up and threw your head back, his hand holding you firmly at the waist.
"M-Mick....Mother fuckin'...Mars!" you were so turned on by this new side of him, your pussy was overflowing with your juices. You had cum once already from his rapid trusts, and another orgasm was riding on the back of the last one.
"Again!" he grunted, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he was nearing his own release.
"Mick Mars! Mick Mars!" he sat up and hugged you close to him as he came inside you, him letting out an animal like roar as he did so. He came so much that it was spilling out of you, and you had left scratches on his back as you came for a third time as you felt him filling you up..
When you both calmed down, you rested on each other's foreheads and shared a tender kiss. You were about to share "I love you" when it happened.
Nikki, Tommy and Vince had kicked the door open, all of them sweaty, drunk and high on something when they saw you right after the deed. They hooted and hollered with "Yeah Micky! Get it!" you grabbed the sheet and covered yourself with it, humiliated that people other than your boyfriend had seen you naked.
"Get out assholes!" Mick threw the unopened champagne bottle in their general direction, smashing the thing on the wall. The three fools laughed and Nikki pointed a firecracker at the window while Vince lit the fuse. The thing whizzed past the open window and into the night, the sparks setting the hotel curtains ablaze. You and Mick detangled from each other to get out of the burning room. You dropped the sheet and were stark naked in the hallway, people coming out of their rooms to see what the commotion was about.
Mick was now glaring at his band mates in rage, he too being naked and letting you use him as a shield so people wouldn't see your body. "You fuckin' dicks! You just set my room on fire!"
"And from the sounds coming from in there, you did too in your own way!" Vince laughed, while Nikki and Tommy were mocking your moans of 'Mick Mars'.
"You assholes were listening to us?!" you shrieked, your face red hot with embarrassment.
"Kinda hard not to" Nikki retorted "you were so loud we heard you all the way downstairs!"
You hid your face in your hands with shame "Please just kill me now..." you groaned.
It got worse when the fire department got there to put out the blaze before it spread, one of them having the common decency to give you and Mick both a blanket to cover up with. The police taking your statement couldn't stop snickering at you as you were talking. Then the hotel management told you all in not so kind words that you needed to leave. The staff tossed all your belongings out in the street and told you all to never come back.
You stayed around for two days, making sure Mick's back was okay and silently plotting your revenge on those three fucks. You could call the authorities in the next tour stop and inform them of all the illegal substances in their bus, or call their mothers and tell them that their sons were being hooligans, but you decided on the best (or worst) punishment. When you got home, you picked up the phone and said to the operator "I'd like to make and international collect call please."
"Certainly ma'am" the operator said cheerfully "Where to?"
"London, England" you were grinning from ear to ear at this point.
"Who is it you're trying to reach?" the sounds of clacking could be heard in the background.
"Sharon Osborn. Tell her its Y/N L/N and that its an emergency that Doc needs help wrangling Motley Crue into behaving" the older lady accepted the charges and was on the phone in a few seconds.
"Hello?" a cheery British accent came on the line "Y/N?"
"Yes Mrs. Osborne I'm here" you said "How are you?"
"I'm doing just fine dearie, but how are you? The operator said this was an urgent call" she sounded concerned.
"I'm okay but Doc needs some extra help keeping the boys in line and from what Mick told me that you laid down the law back when they were touring with Ozzy. Those dingbats set the hotel on fire a few nights ago and we were kicked out" you heard her gasp on the other end.
"Well I never!" she snorted "tell Doc that I'll be there tomorrow at LAX in the afternoon! I'll call him with an exact time later!"
"Yes ma'am!" you hung up the phone and called Doc to relay the message. You could practically hear his smile forming on his face and he assured you he'd be there to pick her up.
If only Motley Crue knew that the devil incarnate was coming, they'd run for the hills. You smiled at your handiwork and went back to alphabetizing the shelves at work.
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Bad Influence, Chapter Seven
Authors Note: Sorry I’m so bad at trying to get these out quickly, I’m working on it, I swear! This is a pretty long one for me & it’s deep so sorry if it’s a little bit boring! Once again, I’ve finished this at 5am so if there are mistakes/it’s incoherent I’m sorry, I’ll proof read it when I wake up 😂 Feedback always welcome!
Warnings: Language, super duper angsty, bit of childhood trauma, Beth & Nikki up to their usual shit
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(There’s like no appropriate gif for this I swear so just enjoy one of Nikki looking cute)
(P.s as much as I love Douglas Booth & I will use The Dirt gifs, I fully picture actual Nikki when I write this, just for a little context 👏🏼)
*Nikkis POV*
“So what do you say?”
Beth looked hesisitant, but she couldn’t hide the excitement that danced in her eyes as my question lingered in the fraction of a space between our lips. I couldn’t stop the smirk from creeping across my face as I sensed her self control slip for just a moment, her eyes darting to my lips. I could see her wrestling with that darker side of herself that wanted to give in & surrender herself to me
She bit her lip in a poor attempt at self-discipline & her doey brown eyes fixed back on mine with a look of delicious purity that made my leather pants a little tighter.
Fuck, I wanted to kiss her so badly.
But I wouldn’t give in, that was the point. It had to be all her.
Beth knew I was bad for her. As she stood there in front of me, I could tell that every logical part of her brain was screaming at her to walk away, to slap me, to yell at me, to do something to keep me away. She knew I was a bad guy, she’d witnessed it firsthand when I fucked that delectably naive little sister of hers & yet, here she stood, visibly battling with her temptation, a breath away from relinquishing her self control & throwing herself at me. She wanted to do something bad for the first time in her life, just to see how good it felt. And damn, I’d make her feel good.
I wanted to prove that I was right, all those many months ago when I first laid eyes upon her elitist, yet enticing self in that diner; that even good, smart girls like Beth could fall from Grace if they were tempted with the right promises. And she was so close to falling, balancing so delicately on the edge I’d lead her up to. But I wasn’t going to push her, I wanted to watch her jump.
But she took a step back; both from the edge & from me. A dark, confident smirk, not too dissimilar from my own, spread across her dainty features, as she found her self-control firmly back in her grasp. She ran her tongue over her lower lip before pulling it back in between her teeth & biting down on it, knowing full well how good she looked doing it & her voice when she spoke was calm & sultry, velvety smooth with a slight edge. In that moment, she had emulated everything that she hated about me & I couldn’t help but smile.
“I say thank you, but no.” She smirked, raidiating arrogance. “I know what you’re trying to do Nikki.”
“And what is it I’m trying to do, little Angel?” I asked, feigning innocence as best I could.
“I know you’re being the devil on my shoulder, trying to tempt me. And damn, your promises make me wanna sin Nikki,” she paused as she took a second to look me up & down, a gleam of desire in those eyes, “Fuck, they really do.” She confessed. “But I’m sorry, I’m just not one of those girls.”
I let a low chuckle. “Beth, I just watched you cum in the bathroom of your work whilst being fucked by the lead singer of my band not 10 minutes ago.”
She scowled at me, her eyebrows furrowed together in annoyance. “I can have casual sex without being one of those girls,” she nodded behind me & I turned to see a a couple of giggling girls at the bar, sipping drinks & trying to catch my attention, flashing flirty smiles my way as they caught me eye. I’d definitely fucked the one. Maybe both. I couldn’t quite recall. “I’m allowed to enjoy sex Nikki, just because it’s with Vince doesn’t make me a groupie. I’m not sleeping with him because he’s in your precious band, I’m sleeping with him because it’s fun & a girl has needs.” She shrugged, defensively.
“So how come you won’t let me satisfy those needs for you, if it doesn’t mean anything?” I grinned.
“Because Sixx, you’re not a good guy & nothing with you could ever just be simple. Look at how you hurt my sister, for Christ sake.” Beth sighed, completely in control once again, shutting off to my deviant corruption. “You’re trying to play a game with me that I’m just not interested in playing, ok?”
“You’re only not interested in my game because you’re shutting yourself off from the side of you that would enjoy playing with me.” I pushed, flashing her a wicked smile, hoping I could pull her back into our little sexually charged exchange, but I could sense from the look that she gave me that the moment was over.
Beth sighed deeply, a look of exhaustion & confliction mixed into her delicate features. Her eyes, full of pain I didn’t understand, met mine one last time before she turned away.
“Goodnight Sixx.”
*Beths POV*
I knocked on the large oak front door & tapped my foot nervously as I waited for an answer, a large sponge cake balanced on top of 2 boxes, wrapped in bright blue wrapping paper that had “happy birthday!” garishly printed all over it.
My heart skipped a beat as I saw my little sisters face emerge from behind the door. Between me moving out & Maddie starting college, we hardly saw anything of each other & I’d missed her more than I’d realised. A wide grin spread across her face as she flung out her arms & ran to me, throwing them around my neck as she hugged me tightly, causing the precariously balanced cake to wobble dangerously.
“Watch it!” I chuckled, pulling away from her grip to catch the cake before it fell. I looked at Maddie, her eyes bright & brimming with tears. “Are you crying?!” I exclaimed.
“I’ve just really fucking missed you Beth!” She laughed, wiping the tears away.
“Madeline, language.” Came the gruff, sharp voice of my father who appeared in the doorway.
“Happy birthday Daddy!” I grinned at the sight of him & walked through the door & putting down the boxes to give him a hug. He pulled me in warmly & I suddenly felt like a kid again, wrapped up safely in the arms of my father & my nerves melted away. He stepped back & looked me up & down, frowning slightly. I blushed, pulling at the hem of my tshirt, my nerves flaring up once again. I’d dressed as conservatively as possible, knowing dad would have something to say if he caught on to my current lifestyle of rockstars, whiskey & the occasional line of cocaine.
“What?” I asked, flustered.
My dad shook his head, his frown disappearing & replaced with a friendly, but cautious smile. “Nothing, nothing. I just thought something just seemed a little different about you, but its nothing.” He finished, sounding unsure before gesturing for us to move into the living room.
I sat down awkwardly on the same beat up sofa that me & Maddie used to build forts on when we were kids & looked around the room. My eyes scanned all the knick knacks & framed photographs that I’d seen a million times over the years & yet, the time away made it feel like I was seeing them through the eyes of an outsider, taking in every detail for the first time. The fireplace was littered with old photos of us as kids, at the beach or playing in the backyard; the faded smiles of a happy childhood. Dust was gathering on the out dated ornaments that were scattered on the various cabinets and coffee tables around the room & the floral wallpaper was looking washed out & old. I glanced across at the table that sat next to me & saw a familiar, heart-wrenching smile that immediately gave me a lump in my throat, too big to swallow.
My mothers kind eyes looked up at me from the ornate framed picture whilst my own instinctively filled with tears. I picked up the photo & gently rubbed my thumb over her face, only wishing I could feel her skin underneath my touch, rather than the cold glass, reminding me that I never would again. I blinked away the tears as I returned the photo back to its prized place on the table, looking back around the living room in search of a distraction. The decor hadn’t changed once in the 10 years since my mom died, almost as if my father was trying to honour her memory by keeping her furniture & trinkets in the same place she had once carefully picked for them. He was treasuring her belongings as she once had, rather than letting them, & her, go.
He tried to do something similar with me & Mads, I thought to myself.
“How’re you doing Daddy?” I asked, suddenly painfully aware of my father now living alone in this unintentional shrine of a house.
“Oh you know, its quiet since you pair left, but I’m coping.” He said, giving us a forced smile. “What about you, are you still working in that hellish bar?”
I rolled my eyes at his judgement & disapproval, it never took long. “Yes Daddy, it pays the rent, remember?”
“I know, I know, I just hate the thought of you working in that sort of environment, surrounded by those kinds of people.” He huffed, shaking his head at the idea of me in the exact situation I was currently in. But I was the sensible one, there’s no way in his worst, most invasive thought, my dad could imagine me heading down the path I was currently on. Hell, I couldn’t believe it sometimes.
But I was still in control & that was the important thing. I knew my limits. No more than a couple of drinks & no getting drunk. No more than a couple of lines of coke & definitely nothing harder than that. No letting the party interfere with my studies or my work. And, my most important rule, no matter how tempted I might be or no matter how fun he might seem, absolutely no Nikki Sixx.
“Dad, I promise, I’m always careful & besides, it’s not as bad as you think.” I shrugged, attempting to downplay his concern. “Anyway,” I said standing up & retrieving his presents & cake from the hall, “let’s stop focusing on me, open up, birthday boy!”
Later
Me & Maddie stood around the block from our childhood home, well out of sight of our fathers overbearing eyes, as we both took a break from his constant paranoid questions about our lives away from home & took long, well-needed drags on our cigarettes. We’d bought ourselves 10 minutes, under the guise that we were walking to the convenience store for some milk, which bought us enough time to burn down our cigarettes & cover the smell by dousing ourselves in cheap but powerful body spray.
“I still can’t believe you’re smoking!” Maddie giggled. “It’s like watching a nun flashing or something!”
I choked slightly as I exhaled, the laugh catching in my throat as her comparison took me by surprise. “Gee, thanks!” I chuckled sarcastically.
“You know what I mean! It’s just you, my smart, goody-two-shoes big sister, is breaking one of Daddy’s golden rules, it bizarre.”
I scoffed at her. “I’m not that bad. I’m not as clean cut as everyone thinks I am.”
“Yeah right! Don’t you remember that night a couple years back when we went to see Mötley Crüe & you saw me smoking for the first time & went crazy at me?” Maddie cackled at the memory. “Oh god & then how you reacted when I went over to speak to them in that diner? You nearly had a heart attack! Fuck, I can’t believe how fast that time has gone!” She sighed contently, breathing out smoke into the brisk evening air. “Do you still see them occasionally at work?”
I took a long drag on my cigerette, drawing it out purposely as I tried to think of a way to answer. I hadn’t told Mads about my partying, or my 6 month on/off fling with Vince or even the fact that I hung around with Mötley at all. I told myself it was partly because I barely saw her & I hadn’t had chance & partly because I didn’t want to upset her, thinking that she’d feel betrayed by her sister socialising with the guy that screwed her over & embarrassed her in front of his band mates. But, if I was being honest with myself, it was more to do with the fact that I wanted to keep this part of my life separate from my messy homelife.
I settled on a simple, vague answer. “Every now & then, they play shows sometimes & say hi.” I shrugged, avoiding eye contact as I brought my cigerette back up to my lips.
“They talk to you?” Maddie quizzed, her eyes bulging with intrigue. “What do they say? Do you speak to Nikki?!”
Fuck, why did I say that last bit?!
I mentally cursed myself for not being vague enough as I searched for a response that could end the conversation. “Erm, they don’t really say much, just a polite hi & bye sort of thing. I haven’t spoke to Nikki though & I wouldn’t want to either, not after everything.” I babbled, flushing red as I attempted to lie, praying that Maddie wouldn’t probe anymore.
“Oh ok..” She sounded almost disappointed. But her eyes caught sight of my burning face. “Why are you blushing? What are you not telling me?!”
“N-nothing.” I stammered, smiling weakly, knowing just how bad I was at lying.
“Oh my god, you’re fucking him, aren’t you?!” Maddie yelled, a mixture of shock & annoyance in her voice. I blushed harder.
Fuck. She knew me too well. “What are you talking about?!”
“You! You’re sleeping with Nikki fucking Sixx, aren’t you?!”
I almost laughed out loud as relief & amusement fell over me like a comforting blanket, the prickling hot panic dying down as I realised sleeping with Vince wouldn’t be half as shocking to Maddie if she already thought I was having sex with that egotistical jackass.
“Oh god no! Maddie, I would never sleep with Nikki!” I laughed. Her face softened as she heard the sincerity in my voice, knowing I could never lie that convincingly.
“So what’s going on?!” She demanded.
“Oh, well um..” I stammered once again, suddenly nervous & awkward to admit the truth to her. “Me & Soph yanno, we hang out with them every now & then. Sophia has slept with Tommy a few times, but nothing major.”
Maddie looked suspicious & concerned. “Just be careful Beth, they’re not good guys, you & I both know this.”
“They’re not all bad. I mean, they’ve got a bad reputation but they’re not really bad guys-”
She cut me off, angrily. “Are you seriously defending them? After what Nikki did to me?!”
“No, of course not- I mean Nikki is, well yanno, he’s Nikki, he’s not the best.. But the rest of them, they’re nice guys- Vince is..” I stumbled, desperately wishing I could just go back 5 minutes & answer Maddies original question with a simple ‘no, I never see Mötley Crüe at work’.
“Oh, so it’s Vince that you’re fucking?!” She asked, cuttingly, raising her perfectly arched eyebrow judgingly.
“Yes” I answered instinctively, before realising. “No. Well, I mean- I have, but that’s got nothing to do with it!” I shouted, flustered & suddenly angry. “What are you getting so annoyed at me for?!” I deflected.
“Why?! Because you’re hanging out with the guys that humiliated me & you’re clearly acting like it never happened!”
“That’s not true! And it wasn’t the guys that humiliated you, it was Nikki & I can’t stand the guy! I even said to him the other night about how much he hurt you-“ But Maddie cut me off once again, shooting me a filthy look.
“How dare you?! How dare you speak to him about how he made me feel!” She began screaming. “That asshole doesn’t deserve to know that he took up one single second of my headspace after I stormed out of that gig, let alone know that he hurt me! I cannot believe that you would share something like that with him, you had no fucking right Beth.” She flicked her cigerette angrily on the floor as she turned & marched in the direction of home.
“Mads, come on, wait up!” I shouted as I ran after her.
“You keep my fucking name out of your goddamn mouth when you’re around that band, do you hear me, you fucking groupie?!” She hissed as she stomped away.
I stood still, shocked, wounded by her words. She’d never spoken to me like that before. I slowed my pace, not bothering to try & catch up as I followed her back home.
•••
I heard shouting as I walked up to the slightly ajar front door. My dads deep, sharp voice cutting though Maddies angry, whiny one.
“You’re in my house, you follow my rules, you know this by now!” He bellowed.
“I don’t live at home anymore, I’m 20 for Christ sake Dad, when are you going to loosen the fucking reigns?!” I winced at the sound of Maddie swearing at our father, knowing he would not take kindly to it.
“You do not speak to me like that, young lady! I am your father, you show me some respect!” He roared, angrier than I’d ever heard him.
I timidly walked through the door, hoping to calm the situation, whatever it was.
“Well you best start screaming at Elizabeth too, because she was doing it as well!” Maddie yelled, pointing at me as I pushed the front door to behind me, hoping to keep from peaking the neighbours interest.
My father let out a short, sharp laugh. “That’s typical of you Madeline, trying to shift the blame on to your sister. She’s the responsible one, you really expect me to believe she was smoking too?!”
Shit. We forgot to cover our tracks.
“You’re fucking kidding me with this Miss Perfect shit, right?” Maddie said, laughing without amusement. “Do you know what your precious daughter has been up to recently?!” I held my breathe, my eyes pleading with her to stop. Through all of our sisterly fights, through our our difficult teenage years, we’d never once had a real fight & we’d never once turned on each other.
“She’s been smoking, drinking, fucking a rock band & no doubt doing their drugs too!” Maddie spat smugly, turning to smirk at me with eyes full of anger.
I felt a rage burn inside me as my father gave me a look of disbelief, which soon changed to disappointment & then pure anger. Maddies disloyalty & smug face pushed me over the edge & I snapped. “Well you’d fucking know!” I shot back snidely. “You fucked one of them first. That probably explains how you know they’re quite fond of sharing their drugs, huh Mads?”
“Enough!” My father thundered. “Drugs?! Did you lean nothing from your mothers death?! How could you be so goddamn irresponsible, knowing what you know?! Have I taught you nothing?!”
My fury had been released & there was no keeping it in now. I glared at my dad, my anger spilling over in his direction. “Maybe if you hadn’t spent 10 years treating us like prisoners, never letting us out, never letting us experience anything, we wouldn’t be so desperate to try & figure the world out for ourselves the second we left your damn tyranny.”
My father looked taken aback, hurt. I felt regret almost instantaneously.
“You know that everything I did was to protect you.”
“Yes dad, we know, but you can’t protect us from real life.” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. I didn’t mean to say it, but it was out there now, the truth I’d always felt but refused to acknowledge. It was out & I couldn’t take it back.
His face hardened, like I’d never seen before & it struck fear into my soul.
“If you want real life experiences, go & have them, but know that whilst you act this way, whilst you blatantly disrespect my wishes & insult your mothers memory, you are no daughters of mine.” He said, coldly. “Now get out, both of you.”
Later
I slammed the door to our one bed apartment shut behind me, relieved to be back in my own home though m still shaking with unspent emotion.
I headed towards the room I shared with Sophia, praying she was out so I didn’t have to deal with her questions & I could just climb into bed & sleep off the negativity of this whole day.
As my hand reached for the door handle of the closed bedroom door, I heard the unmistakable sounds of Sophia & Tommy, going at it &, knowing them, it wasn’t going to be a quick thing either. I groaned out loud, hoping they’d hear my annoyance, before I turned & headed back towards the living room. Flopping down on the sofa, I spotted one of my psych books lying on the coffee table with a hot pink sticky note attached to it:
The theory of human motivation, get to it babe, it’s due Monday. - S ♡
“Fuck.” I whispered, realising it was now 10pm on Sunday & I hadn’t even started.
“Could this day get any fucking worse?” I complained aloud to myself as I picked up the textbook & note pad Soph had thoughtfully left beside it.
“What an apt moment to make my entrance.” Nikki chuckled darkly, causing me to jump a mile & let out a girlish squeal, as he emerged from the kitchen.
“You fucking idiot, Sixx!” I screamed, throwing a pillow in his direction, ducking just in time for it to miss his amused expression. “You scared the shit outta me, dick!” I panted, holding my heart. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”
“Well, apparently Tommy needed to pick something up from Sophia, so I came here with him & he went into the bedroom to get it. That was half an hour ago & he’s yet to come back out, so I made myself at home.” He smiled, taking a bite out of the sandwich I hadn’t noticed him holding. “You only had wholemeal bread though.” He said, pulling a face of disgust between bites.
I scowled at him, shaking my head, not having the energy to rise to his bait tonight. He was obviously disappointed.
“What’s wrong Princess?” He smirked, “Still not ready to play with me?”
“Nikki, please. It’s been a hard day & I’ve got a paper to write by 9am tomorrow morning. Just please, please not tonight, I can’t deal with your games right now.” I pleaded, feeling the tears involuntarily fill my eyes as the true level of my metal & physical exhaustion hit me like a train. I wiped them away quickly, praying Nikki hadn’t noticed.
“Are- Um, are you, yanno, ok?” He mumbled awkwardly, moving towards the sofa, trying to judge whether or not it was safe to sit down next to me.
“I’m fine,” I sniffed, turning my face away from him as he made the decision to sit. “I’ve got a lot of work to do, if you wouldn’t mind.” I said, trying to make my voice sound strong & sure, not ready to show weakness in front of the man that I knew was capable of manipulating it if he felt like it.
“Do y- Ahem” he coughed awkwardly, pretending to clear his throat, “do you wanna talk about it?”
I let out a small, weak laugh, bringing my eyes back to meet his. He looked uncomfortable, fidgeting as he attempted to offer me some level of comfort. I couldn’t help but smile at his effort, no matter what his intentions behind it were. “No Sixx, I really don’t. But, um, thanks.”
He nodded, visibly uncomfortable. “So, uh, what’s your paper about?” He asked, obviously trying to change the subject.
“The theory of human motivation.”
“Ah ok, so like what drives people?” Nikki inquired thoughtfully, perking up a little.
“Sort of.. Well, have you ever heard of Maslows hierarchy of needs?” Nikki shook his head but looked intrigued, so I continued. “So, according to this psychologist, there are 5 levels of human needs & you have to attend to the lower levels before you can satisfy the levels higher up. So, for example, level 1 is your basic needs, food, water etc. You need those in order to attend to level 2, which is security, safety. It continues up to love & relationships, then self esteem & then self actualisation, achieving ones dreams essentially. That’s the top tier, the end goal.”
“Ok yeah, I get it. I’m down for the first level, I mean obviously I gotta survive, but I don’t need security or love or that shit to achieve my goal.” Nikki laughed. “I think this Maslow guy needs to met someone like me. Growing up without love & stability only made me more determined.”
“Well yeah, it made you more determined because you’re unknowingly seeking that love & security through your music & your band. You’re hoping your career will provide you with the security you never had & that your fans will provide you with the love. Every human falls into the model, one way or another.” I shrugged, smirking at his dumbfounded expression.
“Ok little miss psychologist, being as you clearly know me so well, analyse me.” Nikki sniggered.
I shook my head, “it doesn’t work like that. But,” I continued as inspiration struck me, “I could use you as the subject for my paper, I think you’d make an interesting case, with your inflated sense of ego & all.”
Nikki flashed his usual, arrogant smirk. “Well, doesnt sound like Tommy is gonna be done any time soon. Ok, you’ve got yourself a test subject, Princess.” He winked.
“Ok, lets do this properly. No messing around, I need to you answer my questions as best you can Sixx, promise?” I raised my eyebrows at his wide grin.
“I promise I’ll try.” He responded, raising his hand mockingly.
I grabbed my notepad & pen & began scribbling down some notes to start me off.
After a couple of minutes of writing, I looked up. Nikki was sat patiently, lighting a cigerette & gazing off to the side, lost in thought. The sight of him sent my stomach into freefall as I took that moment to appreciate his features, his strong jawline & thoughtful eyes. He caught me staring & his eyes shone with mischief as he grinned once again, shattering my vision of this deep, soulful artist. I laughed at my own foolish thought that Nikki Sixx was anything more than he appeared to be at face value. He proved that with his answer to my first question.
“Ok, So Nikki Sixx, tell me what it is that you do.”
“What do I do?” He asked, that roguish gleam in his eyes twinkling as gave me that troublesome smirk once again. “Oh, I do bad things.” He answered.
“Yeah, this was a bad idea.” I snapped, slamming my notepad shut with exasperation. “I should’ve figured you weren’t capable of taking anything seriously.”
“Ok, ok, I’m sorry, I’ll be sensible.” He laughed. “I am the creator & bassist of a rock band called Mötley Crüe.”
I gave him a stern, warning look before continuing. “And tell me, what lead you to peruse a career in music?”
“Music was the one constant thing throughout my childhood & teenage years. It cut through the boredom & the bullshit in my life. It inspired me.” He said simply, but passionately. I brought my eyes up from the notepad to look at him, his eyes truly thoughtful this time as I imagined him reminiscing about the first album he’d ever bought or the first time he held a bass. Whatever he was remembering, it tugged at the corners of his lips as a genuine smile appeared on his face, taking the place of his usual smirk. I couldn’t help but smile along with him, taking in his beauty & serenity in that moment.
“So, ahem”, I coughed, bringing myself back to reality, “What was music an escape from? What lead you to feel so passionately about it?”
“I had a shitty upbringing.” He said bluntly. “My dad split when I was 3 & it was obvious that I was just a burden to my mom. Whenever I got in the way of her lifestyle, she’d ship me off to my grandparents who constantly moved around. And when she did want me, I was just a punching bag for her asshole boyfriends.”
“Nikki, I’m sorry, I had no idea..” I trailed off.
“It’s fine Princess, it is what it is.” He shrugged, but I sensed he wasn’t as ok with it as he was making out. “So when I found music, it was suddenly like ‘this is it, this is what I’ve been looking for’, it just made sense to me & I’ve been infatuated ever since.”
“Sixx, look, we don’t have to do this, I didn’t realise that this went as deep as it does, I don’t wanna intrude..”
“It’s ok. It must be hard to imagine broken families when you’re not from one.” Nikki responded a little sharply, his presumption catching me off guard.
“Excuse me?”
“No, I just meant that when you have a stable family, it must be hard to imagine that some parents don’t love or want their kids, yanno?”
I laughed humourlessly at his false premise. “Trust me, there is nothing stable about my family.”
“Oh come on Beth. You’re telling me that you, the well educated Daddy’s girl from the good neighbourhood, had a rough childhood, really?” Nikki scoffed, rolling his eyes.
I snapped, growing tiresome of his stereotypical opinion of me. “You don’t know the first thing about me Sixx, stop pretending that you do.”
“Kind I’d like how you didn’t know the first thing about me until 5 minutes ago? Yet, you’ve always made your judgements on my attitude & my lifestyle. I’m just returning the favour doll.” He replied, raising his eyebrow pointedly.
I sighed, resigning to his annoyingly accurate point. “Ok fine. Not that I owe you any explanation,” I started, looking anywhere in the room but at those piercing eyes that were focused so intently on me. “My mom OD’d when I was 13. She was prescribed painkillers after a car accident & she just never came off them.”
“Fuck.” Nikki whispered. “Doll, I’m sorry.”
I shook my head as I felt the tears prick in my eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that day. “Our dad wrapped me & Maddie up in bubble wrap after that & made us fearful of the world. He took us out of school & homeschooled us, never really let us socialise, we never got to go out & see our friends, he all but kept us locked up.” I sighed, thinking back to the harsh words I’d said to my father earlier on that day, the regret & guilt flooding back & overwhelming me once again. “I know he was doing what he thought was best, keeping us safe & protected from anything or anyone that could harm us or influence us.”
“Someone like me?” Nikki teased, trying to lighten the mood.
I let out a soft giggle. “Exactly.”
Nikki gently placed his hand under my chin, lifting my head up fractionally so that my eyes met his. His gaze drifted to my cheek as a lone tear fell silently down it. His grazed his thumb softly against my skin, wiping it away with a simple caress that sent shivers through my body. I felt weak under his touch. That same touch that had once set fire to my mind did so once more & I instantly craved him all over again.
“Who knew you could be a good guy when you wanted to be?” I whispered as his thumb trailed from my cheek to my lips, his eyes fixated on them.
“I’m the devil Lizzy, remember?” He muttered back, restraint evident in this voice. “I’m not a good guy.”
“Being good doesn’t get you anywhere. Trust me, I know.” I breathed, leaning in to him & letting my lips brush his, using his own trick against him. “Kiss me, Sixx.” I whispered.
“You don’t want this, Angel.” He warned gently.
“And how do you know what I want?”
His brow furrowed, confliction obvious in his dark green eyes. “You’re upset & you’ve had a bad day. This isn’t you & as much as I want you, I don’t want you this way, you’re not thinking clearly.” He sighed.
“Fuck, Nikki, I can’t fucking win! So what, you only want me if I’m like all of those other groupies, drunk in a bar & throwing myself at you, is that it?” I snapped, moving away from him.
“No Beth, that’s not it.” He replied bluntly, running his hands through his messy hair. “But look, you’re emotional & vulnerable & I-“ he stumbled, unsure whether to continue. “I’m not the solution to your problem Beth ok, I’m not that kinda guy.”
I laughed sharply. “Wow, because I’m so insecure in myself that I must need you to comfort & validate me, right? Christ Nikki, it must be exhausting fanning your own fucking ego like that.”
“Why else would you be coming on to me now?!”
“Because for a second Nikki, you actually seemed like a decent guy, like maybe you actually had a heart. And for a fucking second, I didn’t despise you.” I laughed, bitterly. “Silly me!”
“But that’s just it Beth, you know I’m not a decent guy. I wanna fuck you, I mean Christ, you know I do. But I wanna make you feel bad, I wanna fulfil your darkest fantasies, I don’t wanna just be your comfort fuck, that’s just not what I do Beth, I’m sorry.” He muttered, shaking his head.
“How fucking dare you?!” I fumed, shoving his shoulder & standing up. “How dare you presume that I fucking need your comfort. I can take care of myself, Sixx, thanks.” I turned around, walking towards the kitchen, muttering to myself “God forbid I should just find him attractive for a fraction of a second & wanna act on it-”
I heard Nikki stand up & I spun round to give him more of my mind, but he was quick & I was suddenly standing chest to chest with him, my face at the level of his neck & I caught his musky scent & I was momentarily intoxicated. I couldn’t stop my thoughts from imagining what it would be like to feel his skin under my lips as I placed kisses along his neck, nipping & sucking as I went. My mouth watered slightly at the thought.
“Ok Lizzy. Prove it.” Nikki tested, his forehead resting lazily on mine as I brought my eyes up to look at him. They were dark, yet I could sense the struggle & hesitance in them, along with the desire that I’d come to recognise so well.
“Prove what?” I asked stubbornly.
“That you want me. Prove me wrong, do something reckless & impulsive just because you know it’ll feel good. Make that decision to jump.” He whispered, his breath brushing my face as his words & his eyes drew me in, pulling me down, under his spell.
Once again, he brought his lips to mine, allowing them to brush together, sending sparks of electricity & passion surging through my body, but he restrained from kissing me. He wanted me to be the one to do it. He wanted to be right.
Fuck, I wanted to prove him right.
“You’re the devil, Nikki Sixx.” I murmured softly.
He smirked against my lips, knowing he had finally won. “Angel, something tells me you can’t help but enjoy it.”
I tiptoed & titled my head up towards Nikki, closing the gap in between our lips, surrendering myself to him. My lips crashed on to his & immediately that fire that only he could ignite spread to every part of me. My mind, my body, my soul we’re all ablaze with the feeling of him. For the first time in years, I did something I knew I shouldn’t, for no other reason than because I simply wanted to. There was no hidden reason or agenda, I just wanted him.
No, I craved him. I wanted him to show me the darker side of myself he promised, I wanted him to show me what my body was made for.
He pressed himself against me, tasting me, wrapping his arms around my waist & pulling me in closer. I could feel that tantalisingly smirk against my lips, I could taste his arrogance & it only made me want him more. I buried my fingers into his hair, gripping with desperate ferocity as he picked me up & thrust me roughly onto the kitchen work surface, deepening his kiss, causing me to moan gently into his mouth.
Nikki groaned seductively, breaking the kiss. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you make that noise for me.” He breathed, his hands travelling up my body to cup my face, holding it roughly, forcing me to look into his hungry eyes. He studied for me a second as I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, my body aching for his kiss.
“I knew I could make you fall from Grace.” He smirked. “We’re gonna have fun so much fun together, little Angel.” He grinned wickedly, letting go of my face but keeping his hand under my chin.
I smirked, a new found confidence washing over me as ran my hands through Nikkis disheveled hair & looked into those dark eyes.
I leaned in towards him, my soft lips grazing his lobe purposefully as I whispered proactively into his ear. “You have no idea what you’ve just started. Just because you won this round, doesn’t mean I’m gonna make this easy for you. When I’m through, even the devil is going to kneel before me.” I drawled, mimicking his arrogance before hopping off the work surface & walking away, leaving Nikki with his mouth open, desperate for more.
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This Ain’t a Love Song - Part Eight - Nikki Sixx Fan Fiction
Words: 1477
Warnings: Language, alcol, drugs, soft smut
N/A: I know it took ages for me to update, but I'm really struggling through my first semester as a University student and time flew by like nothing. I hope you like it, feedback is appreciated as always <3
Huge thanks to @blonde-shamrock
Summary: Maya Prescott has done anything possible to fix her life. It was 1977 when she left her groupie life: no more parties, no more concerts, no more drugs, alcohol or casual sex, just to achieve a full standard life. Now it’s 1981 and after a four years disappearance Maya Prescott unexpectedly shows up to the party of one of the most promising emerging bands of the LA’s rock’n roll scene: Motley Crue. But what should be her last ride is destined to change her life in so many unexpected ways.
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Nikki’s POV
She was walking a few steps in front of me, the sound of her black heels on the sidewalk was all I could hear. We had taken a secondary road in order to avoid the mass of people that every night gathered down the Sunset Strip. Here the music was only a light background noise.
“Why are you running?” I asked as my lazy ass struggled to keep up with her. Maya stopped, waiting for me.
“You’re as slow as a sloth, and you’re not even wearing heels,” she mocked me, sliding her arm on the low side of my back, taking possession of my personal space; not that it bothered me anyways. I did the same embracing her shoulder, despite the height difference provoked by her pumps.
“I was afraid you were running from me,” I jokingly said, or at least I tried to make it seem like a joke. It had been almost a week since our ‘almost fuck’ and she had literally disappeared from our place. We had barely talked after that and she was making it pretty clear that she was not really into the idea of doing it, at least in the near future.
“I would never run away from you, Sixx!” her fake outraged voice was enough to make me laugh.
“Oh yeah? As if you hadn’t run away the other morning…” I liked to poke the bear every now and then. In the meantime, we were getting closer to the liquor store, the neon sign illuminating our path.
She rolled her eyes while a light, kinda bitter smile grew on her lips; it seemed like she was trying to find the correct reply to my words. It never took her too long to collect sarcasm.
“Well, to be fair… I wasn’t running away from you, but from the situation. I told you I don’t want to have sex with you that’s it.” She let go my hip trying to deviate towards the entrance of the store. I did the same with her shoulders, but I couldn’t help but hold her wrist preventing her from entering. She stopped, looking back at me, and lifted a brow “What?”
I gently pulled her closer, she didn’t bother to resist. “Well, to be fair,” I imitated her with a smirk “You asked me to fuck you.”
Her big blue eyes wandered around my face with an annoyed frown. She didn’t like to be contradicted.
“You were naked and you were touching me,” she pointed out, “I never denied that you’re attractive, I’m just trying to be a good girl; not sleep with every fucking human being that turns me on, and buy some fucking alcohol. Do you think I’ll get through all these tasks at least for tonight?” she listed with a straight face. I didn’t let go her arm; my curiosity was having the best of me.
“I think I’m gonna let you go through the last one if you tell me what is preventing you from having the most memorable night of your life with me.” I was not expecting an answer I just enjoyed too much messing with her.
“Well I don’t wanna risk you getting a crush on me for how well I ride your dick. That would be a problem.” She tried to hide a smirk by biting her lower lip. My imagination flew toward the picture of her getting wild on top of me. How come that I always ended up with a boner when I was around her?
“I bet It would be the opposite.”
She shook her head, “I’m not gonna bet with you, course then we’ll have to try and see and that is not gonna happen.” We looked at each other silently for a while; studying each other’s profiles as if we were both unsure whether to say something else or not, for a split second I almost considered pushing her to the wall and fuck her in the middle of the street.
“Let’s go buy some booze, Sixx,” she whispered, taking my hand, finally entering the shop.
We wondered the store buying as many bottles as we could, and dragged them on the way home.
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Maya’s POV
The day of the shooting Vince had offered to drive me to the studio. There I met the photographer: his name was Robert Greiner and surprisingly he was not as creepy as the previous ones that I had met. He was pretty young, I wouldn’t have put him at more than thirty years old - definitely good looking, very caring too and interested in knowing what I was comfortable doing and what not. For the whole afternoon we shoot different photos under Vince’s watchful eyes, at times way too watchful.
“They’re gonna be amazing,” Robert reassured me for the tenth time after we were done. “If not, that means we’re gonna do them again, okay?” I nodded moving my hair to the side.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that is very important for me,” I apologised while with the eyes I followed his hands as he was storing the lensed he had used for the photoshoot.
“Your boyfriend is gonna love ‘em too,” he added with a playful but discrete smirk, I looked back at my blonde escort, I cleared my throat.
“Uhm, Vince is just a friend… but yeah I’m sure he will.” I smiled back. An awkward moment of silence stepped in as he was processing that new information.
“Well,” he zipped up his bag, “I’m gonna call you as soon as they’re ready.”
“I want a copy of each one of them!” was the first thing Vince told me once we headed out of the building towards the car. I lightly laughed shaking my head in disbelief.
“Do you think they were good?“
“I don’t think they were good, I know they were good! I mean if those pictures were the cover of magazine I would definitely buy it.”
I playfully pushed his shoulder and then took him by his arm and reached the car. The ride home didn’t take too long. When we arrived, we were still debating about the supposed interest that, in Vince’s opinion, Robert had shown for me.
“Well if that smile didn’t make him hard then the guy has a problem,” he was trying to make a point, failing miserably. We stepped into the apartment not even bothering to acknowledge the presents in the living room.
“Vince, darling you are not a very good term of comparison, you’re always hard.”
“That’s just because I’m always available to satisfy a lady in need. My dick is donated to society.”
“They used to call him the master at the grand entrance,” Beth’s voice didn’t seemed too pleased, while Vince looked pretty surprised to see her at the Motley house.
“Babe, I thought you were at your mom’s place.” I frowned, my eyes following Vinnie as he started arguing with the love of his life, till they moved towards a more private space.
“Why does she have to freak out every single time?” I asked the two boys that were sitting on the couch, but none of them answered. Instead Nikki studied me for a few seconds before questioning me.
“By the way… what were you two doing you together?” he wondered nonchalantly.
“C’mon she babbled all morning about this fucking shoot, man…” Mick, stiffly seated on the couch, intervened. It surprised me that he had actually listened. I pointed my finger at him nodding.
“See? Somebody actually cares about what I say!” I exclaimed while arranging the table for dinner.
“As if I had any choice,” the guitarist scoffed in his classic stoic way. He fixed his sunglasses up his nose and went back in silence. Nikki rolled his eyes before approaching the table to pick inside the In-N-Out Burger bag that me and Vinnie had brought. I slapped his hand as he tried to pick up a French fry.
“Hey!” I protested trying a second time and I slapped him again. His hazel eyes, unusually uncovered from his hair, widened, “Do that again and I swear you won’t be able to sit for the entire dinner!” he warned me.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I jokingly teased, moving the bag away from his clutches.
“Both,” he replied with a douche-like smirk.
“I think I’m gonna throw up,” Mick intervened again. I turned towards him ready to gift him with a sarcastic answer.
“Whoo French fries!” Tommy, who had appeared form the hallway stole a pack from the bag, interrupting me.
“What’s wrong with you guys!” I pushed both hands through my hair. “Vince! Beth! C’mon they’re gonna eat everything!” I called out to them, as I let the bag go, allowing the hungry animals, known as Motley Crue to start devouring the burgers.
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Babie Crue (8)
Description: The band goes back home after their tour with Ozzy Osbourne ends. It’s Motley Crue, so celebratory parties ensued. Vince and Razzle somehow convince Cam to go join on a booze run.
Warnings: drunk driving (Please don’t drive under the influence. Drunk/high driving is not worth your life or others). Vivid descriptions of a car accident, hospitals, swearing.
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Cam awoke the next morning wrapped in Tommy’s lanky arms, the drummer’s body heat making it hard for her to move away. She rubbed her eyes and rolled over, her back now pressed to Tommy’s chest instead of her face. She came face to face with Vince and a wide awake Grace, and she smiled at the view.
“Hey. Did she wake you?” Cam whispered to Vince, reaching out from under the thin sheets and rubbing her thumb over Grace’s toes.
“Not at all. I was awake anyway.” Cam nodded at Vince’s explanation, removing Tommy’s arms from her waist as she sat up with a yawn.
“Where are we?”
“Almost home. Tour’s over.”
“Hell of a fucking way to end it, huh?” Vince and Cam chuckled together, Grace joining in soon after.
“How do you feel?” Vince asked, talking about the beating he had witnessed.
“How the fuck do I look? I feel so numb; almost like it didn’t happen. I was confident he wouldn’t find me again. But... he fucking did, Vinnie.” Cam started crying again, and she didn’t realize it until Vince wiped away some tears. Tommy’s arms tightened around Cam’s waist as he awoke with a groan.
“Cam? Why are you crying? Do you need painkillers?” Tommy frantically tried to take control of his girlfriend’s tears.
“I’m fine, Tommy. I’m just still a little shaken up from last night.” Cam explained, sitting up with Tommy. Vince decided to leave the couple alone and took Grace to see her other uncles. Cam was silently thankful that everyone was there to help her with her daughter, and that they knew when to leave her alone.
Tommy wiped away Cam’s tears for what felt like the millionth time within 24 hours as they prepared for the day.
“Hey, we’re almost home! That’s a good thing, right?” Tommy asked, nuzzling his face into Cam’s shoulder.
“Yeah, I suppose. Tour was fun though. You guys were great.” Cam was proud of how quickly the band shot to the top, and she was happy to finally get away from Ozzy Osbourne.
“Move in with me.” Tommy whispered, placing a soft kiss on Cam’s neck.
“What? Tommy, you’re not serious. You don't want us to live with you.” Cam argued.
“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked you. Come on, sweets. Dev is in prison and when you’re with me, I’ll have a better idea of where you’re at so I can help protect you and Gracie. You girls are my world and no one is ever going to take you away from me.” While he spoke, Tommy sucked a hickey onto Cam’s neck, officially claiming her as his. Tired of crying, Cam held back tears and opted to moan quietly at the feeling of Tommy’s soft lips on her neck.
“Okay, Tommy. Gracie and I will move in with you. It’s just gonna be weird not seeing your family constantly.” The couple chuckled and stood from the bunk they were situated on, opting to join the rest of the band in the common area. Tommy threw on a pair of leather pants that he randomly found on the floor and tossed Cam a pair of her jean cutoff shorts which she easily slipped on under the giant t-shirt she refused to take off. They leave the bunks, hands knitted together, and rejoin the band.
Cam smiled at the view of Mick feeding Grace, the almost one year old dressed in a custom made Motley Crue onesie. Tommy kissed Cam’ s cheek as he went and joined Nikki and Vince in whatever conversation they were having, leaving her to join Mick where he was sitting.
“Did you have fun on tour, Cam?” Mick asked, his attention split between the baby in his lap and her mother.
“it was interesting, but it was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Tommy so happy.” As she spoke, Cam looked over at Tommy and smiled, blissfully ignoring the snorting coming from their direction.
“It was great having you guys. You really sobered us up; not like it helped or anything.” Mick smirked at Cam as he transitioned Grace over his shoulder to burp her. It took all but two seconds before a huge belch erupted from the baby, which caused all four members of Motley and Doc to pause momentarily, then cheer for Grace. Cam laughed and rolled her eyes, but continued to let the guys have fun before going home.
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Tommy had bought a house not too far away from his parents so the transition would be easier for both Cam and Grace. The house was not a mansion per se, but it had so many rooms that each member of the band and their families could live there as well. A well furnished game room appealed to Nikki and Vince, the two promising each other that they’d check it out after they were done moving everyone’s stuff. When they were given the heads up that Cam and Grace were moving in with Tommy, his family chipped in and fully furnished the nursery. Toys and books were flowing out of every crevice, Grace’s amount of clothes had tripled due to how fast she was growing, and this child would not ever be cold due to the amount of handmade blankets Voula had stocked them with.
To celebrate the end of their tour, Motley Crue rented a house out on Redondo beach and proceeded to throw a huge party. Of course every celebrity under the stars was invited, along with a very pregnant Sharice, Razzle from Hanoi Rocks, and of course Tom Zutaut. Drinks were being guzzled by the fluid ounce, every drug created was either being snorted or smoked just as fast as the booze, and everyone was at least buzzed or hammered. There was no in between. Cam, the one person who probably had the worst first-hand experience with alcohol, was the exception. She was not exactly hammered, nor was she buzzed, but pleasantly seated in between. She was a giggling mess as she sat between Mick and Nikki.
“How you doing, Mick?” Nikki questioned as the guitarist sat down with a groan.
“My back just hurts from carrying this fucking band all tour.” That really triggered Cam who started laughing as hard as she could. Nikki poked her side, causing her to laugh harder and wrapped her arms around herself, a futile attempt to protect herself from Nikki.
“Hey, watch this. ‘Hey are you in the band?’“ Nikki said, mimicking a woman that was talking to Vince.
“‘What do you fuckin’ think?’“ Mick replied, playing along with Nikki. Cam laughed again, but stopped as soon as Zutaut opened his mouth.
“‘Hey, have you met my wife, Sharice? Do you wanna have a threesome?’“ Nikki, Mick, and Cam all looked to Tom, a look of disgust covering all of their faces.
“Dude, what the fuck? She’s fucking pregnant.” Nikki argued.
“Don’t be a fucking dick, Zutaut.” Mick replied as he crossed his hands over his chest and leaned back on the couch.
“I-I’m sorry.” Zutaut mumbled, silently sipping on his beer. Nikki smacked his shoulder in a joking way. Cam decided to leave the three guys to their own devices to find Tommy. She used Zutaut’s head to stabilize herself as she stepped over his legs, attempting to keep herself upright without getting dizzy.
“Heyyyy, baabyyy.” Cam slurred, wrapping her arms around Tommy’s waist. Tommy pressed a very wet kiss to Cam’s cheek and dragged himself away from the girls he was talking to. Tommy pulled Cam to the balcony of the house, the salty sea air making her nauseous.
“What’ s up babe?” Tommy asked, a slight smile gracing his soft lips.
“Don’t feel good.” Cam mumbled, holding her spinning head in her hands as she leaned over the balcony railing, vomiting all the contents in her stomach onto the sand below. Tommy pulled her hair back and watched her vomit, but didn’t object.
“Hey, Cam! Booze run! You comin’?” Vince yelled from inside. Cam perked up at the sound of more booze, so she tore herself away from Tommy and let Vince lead her through the house and to his Pantera. Razzle joined two seconds later and positioned Cam on his lap and the three of them drove off to the nearest liquor store.
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“You gotta pick one man! Who would you rather fuck, Cindi Lauper or Boy George?” Cam giggled and laid her head on Razzle’s shoulder. Bottles of booze rattled around in the back of the car as Razzle and Vince continued to argue about sexual humiliation. No one noticed as Vince’s car veered into the opposite lane and ran head first into oncoming traffic. The Pantera rolled and Cam screamed.
Cam didn’t know where she was. She heard Vince scream for help as police and emergency vehicles approached the scene of the crime.
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Bright lights blinded Cam as she opened her eyes for the first time. She didn’t know what happened or where she was, but she heard the beeping of a heart monitor and felt the weight of something in her hand. She turned her head to look at her hand, groaning at the feeling. Cam noticed that Tommy’s hand was in hers, his head buried in the sheets beside her hip.
“Tommy?” Cam rasped, squeezing his fingers lightly.
“Cam? Hey, baby. How are you feeling?” Tommy asked as he stirred in his place.
“Like shit. What happened?” Tommy’s heart broke as he took in his girlfriend’s broken state.
“Vince crashed. He veered into oncoming traffic. When the ambulance arrived, you were thrown through the windshield. You were extremely critical when they brought you here.” Cam gasped at the new information Tommy was presenting, tears travelling down her cheeks.
“Where’s Vince? Razzle?” Cam whispered. Tommy avoided her eye contact, trying his best to hide his own tears.
“Vince was arrested for vehicular manslaughter. He’s gotta go to court. Razzle was, uh... pronounced dead at the scene.”
“What?! No! No, no, no. This wasn’t supposed to happen!” Cam wailed. She pulled her hand away from Tommy’s and began to wipe her tears, wincing in pain as she did.
“Baby, calm down. You’ll be okay, Vince will be okay. I promise, okay?”
“Where’s Gracie?”
“She’s with my parents. When we got the news about the crash, Mick dropped her off and met us here. She’s okay.”
“When can I go home?” Tommy’s heart broke more.
“I’m not sure. You’ve been through a lot over the past three days, sweets. I’ll go ask the doctor, okay?” Cam panicked as she reached towards Tommy.
“Don’t leave me! Please, Tommy.” Cam pleaded.
“I’ll tell Nikki and Mick to come in and sit with you, okay? I promise I won’t be long.” Cam held out her pinky, making Tommy chuckle. He looped their pinkies together and kissed his thumb before leaving the room. Cam laid her head back onto her pillow, her head pounding. What the fuck was she supposed to do now?
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A/N: Sorry this took so long guys. I’ve been having awful writer’s block, but I didn’t want to leave you guys hanging. Love Ya!
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Love Means Trouble: Chapter 1
Prompt: Hurricane by Halsey, which you can find in this playlist.
Pairing: OC/Nikki Sixx
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, mentions of drug consumption and my terrible grammar and punctuation remember English’s not my first language.
Word Count: 3,078 words
A/N: I know Nikki’s birthday was yesterday, but I was too busy with school so I just managed to find some time to finish this and post this. Also, if you liked this bit, I’d love to hear some comments! If you’d like to be added to a taglist for upcoming parts comment, dm me, ask me… just communicate with me!
// Prologue // Next Chapter //
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After Mötley Crue's set ended and Y&T's started, Tommy was incapable of stopping himself from talking about his amazing best friend and how she was in their show that night, his mouth kept running on and on, as he looked at Vince with complete excitement hoping that the blond could do something to support his argument, yet Vince came empty-handed, it's not like he doesn't like the brunette, but he had no arguments that could aid Tommy's. On the other hand, Nikki and Mick were only half listening to Tommy's endless rambling, but they nodded along on the right bits, hoping that would make the young drummer feel as if he was actively being listened to.
Unfortunately, Tommy's enthusiasm was cut short when he was faced with the cold reality of no-Circe. The tall man huffed out in slight annoyance and disappointment, he was really hoping for the band to meet her, he always found a way to bring her up in conversations, commenting something along the lines of: "she knows about music, she can give us honest opinions", " she knows people, maybe she can help us with getting a bigger gig", "I wonder what Circe might think of this song... I bet she'd have some badass thing to say"; between other things. This much rambling showed how much he truly appreciated her and loved her, after all, they grew up being next-door neighbours, they attended the same schools, she taught him so much and she was actually the reason why he managed to find himself in Suite 19... she was like a sister to him, a weird, rebellious but lovely sister.
What happened the night of the Starwood Hotel seemed to repeat constantly, an event so regular that could be summed up in 4 easy steps:
Step 1. Circe shows up at Mötley’s gig, stays all the way through, bobs her head along to their original songs and she notes their interesting takes on some covers.
Step 2. Two songs before their set ended she’d ask for a napkin and a pen, preparing herself to write a small but encouraging note and before any of them could catch her, she left. The only proof connecting her to actually being there that night was said note.
Step 3. Simultaneous to step 2, the band is forced to go meet Tommy's best friend, why hasn't he thought of taking her to one of the band's practice days instead of dragging them through sweaty masses of people, no one really knows.
Step 4. After the band is faced with the note mentioned in step 2. Feelings seem to loop: The spark on Tommy's eyes dim, though, the spark was easy to return when he remembered he could just go pester her at her place the morning after, not like she minded, right? Vince and Mick seemed a little bit too uninterested on bumping into her, being that Vince knew what was sure to come, he'd get teased and turned down by the girl, he still thinks he'll get her one day -he won't-; and Mick wasn’t looking forward on meeting the drummer’s friend, thinking he might have to deal with another child-person and his patience was running short, he could only handle one at a time, and barely. Nikki, on the other hand, was indifferent in meeting Tommy’s friend, but what motivated him to keep up with Tommy's excitement was his desire to look for the tattooed girl with the unruly black hair, poor guy, didn’t know Circe was both the tattooed girl and Tommy’s friend.
Tonight they were playing the Whisky a Go Go, and despite it not being their first time playing there, Nikki looked more uneasy than usual, considering that he was almost decided on catching the girl with the tattoos before she left even if that meant looking for her before the show started. And so that’s what he did.
He was on edge and slightly anxious, something so out of character, but his interest was picked, maybe it was her looks or the fact that she never seemed to want to hang out with the band afterwards, she must be a groupie, right? I mean, she’s been to all of our gigs, that must mean something.
As usual, Circe got to the place mildly early, settling in her favourite place, the bar. She knew that sitting there was a great way to get fast drinks, something that sometimes she desperately needed; she also knew that if she wanted to bump shoulders with people this was the place to be, considering that people had to walk there to get themselves a drink, it was the perfect place to search for that night's victim. Tonight was no different, she knew that getting there early made it so much easier to catch her among the people that frequented the Whisky, she realised that arriving early made it easier for people to get drunker quicker and more confident to chat her up. Usually, no one ever wanted to strike a conversation with her when sober, most people needed to have a little bit more booze in their system to try and do such thing, and it was still pretty damn early for Sunset Strip; so imagine her surprise when she heard someone clearing their throat and leaning on the bar, their gaze clearly on her.
She turned around, a brow highly arched in inquiry, “yes?” She said, never dropping her characteristic attitude, even though she knew who was standing in front of her she wasn't up for giving her sass up.
Her knowledge of him was scarce, but she never managed to get Tommy to shut up about him, even before he actually met him, his love for Nikki and his band London was practically endless. And that love grew bigger after meeting him when he auditioned for Suite 19, I think we can all imagine how much he adores him now that they play together.
“Dude, he’s just so good! And so badass, last time he broke someone’s nose” “He’s such a cool dude, you would love him, Ce!”
Fuck, she could practically hear Tommy’s excitement in her head, even when he wasn't around she never managed to get some down-time from their conversations.
“Hey, I’m Nikki, Nikki Sixx I play bass in Mötley Crüe” he said with a confident smirk, his eyes ran up and down her body, stopping to examine her sleeve and her breasts.
“Cool” she said with a tight smile, turning back around to grab her drink, hoping he could just leave.
“Babe, I was wondering if you’d like to come to this party at my apartment after the show, I can introduce you to the rest of the band if you’d like, get you a drink, you mark the beat, babe…” He continued sounding confident or trying to at least after being considerably thrown off by her uninterested attitude towards him.
“Sounds nice, but I don’t drink, -clearly sarcasm, note the vodka in her hands- and you’re going to have to try harder than that, babe” she snarled back, mocking the "pet name" he decided to use on her. She had a nasty smirk adorning her maroon lips and a hint of mean in her dark eyes, if this dude thinks this is going to be this easy then he’s noticeably wrong, he doesn’t even want to know my name, jerk.
Don’t get Circe wrong, she did find Nikki attractive, but she has met guys like him before, they don’t care to call, they just want a nice lay, and she was so much more than a nice lay; maybe it wasn’t related as much to the they-won’t-call thing, no, it was mostly about the power that held saying an irony-infused no and having them try again, man did she love playing cat and mouse and right now she was the cat.
Nikki was about to answer her, but he was cut off by Vince nearly physically dragging him away from the brunette, muttering an apology to Circe before turning to Nikki and saying something along the lines we’re about to start, not caring to acknowledge the fact that Nikki was hitting on Circe.
Tonight’s set was really good. As usual, Circe found herself bobbing along with the beat of each and every one of their songs, they really were getting better. As they neared the end of the set she turned towards the bartender asking for a napkin and a pen, she was getting ready to write the band a note so she could leave the place calmly. Taking off the cap of the pen with her teeth she quickly came up with a nice thing to tell Tommy:
“Such a fucking proud mama, Tommy.... every time I see you, you seem to get even fucking better, keep up the good work, can’t wait till you have your first album out. Love, Circe.”
She turned to the bartender with a sweet smile, she pushed the napkin towards him, she didn’t even have to tell him anything, he already knew what was up, he knew Circe pretty well.
You see, this was her scene, music and alcohol were two of her favourite things so she was practically a premier client at the Whisky a Go Go and other places like the Starwood Hotel; meaning, the people who worked there knew her pretty well, hence why she got away with a lot of things, like not paying sometimes and returning the next morning to pay, or decking people on the face, etcetera etcetera.
Jumping off the stool she started walking quickly towards the entrance, already placing a cigarette between her lips. She ached for fresh air and she wanted to get away from the guys before they caught her inside, that would fuck her plans up. What she wasn’t accounting for was that Nikki rushed the guys to go outside search Tommy’s friend almost as soon as they got off the stage, he didn’t give a single fuck about Tommy’s friend but he’ll be damned if Circe kept the last word.
As soon as the guys reached the bar and the bartender handed Tommy the note he could swear he saw Circe walking out of the place, so with a quick mumble of an apology, he left the note on Vince’s hand and headed Circe’s way.
“Ce!” Screamed the drummer with joy, picking the girl up from her waist. Before she realised it was Tommy she tensed, but after she felt the way his arms wrapped around her and the voice clicked in her head, she was quick to relax.
“Fuck Tommy, you can’t scare me like that” she said after the tall man put her down, a hand over her chest.
“I knew it was the only way to catch you before you left! Don’t you want to go backstage with me and the guys? You can finally meet Mick, you’d like him too, he’s as bitter as you, if not more! Oh, and Nikki, I’m so sure you’ll love him, please come! Oh oh oh oh, and then! You can come to our place for the after-party” He said eagerly, drawing out the o’s in come and the n's in then as if he was a child begging for his mom to let him go to his friend’s party.
“I’d love to Tommy but-” she started, but Tommy wasn’t taking no for an answer, so he started dragging her towards the band, not caring that they were almost halfway out and the cigarette was already lit up.
“Nope, you’re coming with me Circe” he said with a small frown, he had been waiting far too long to introduce Circe to the guys, he wasn't up for any kind of discussion, unless...
“I- I already know Nikki” said Circe in panic, she was relieved to realise that that got Tommy distracted, making him stop in his tracks.
“What? You do? Dude, that’s amazing!” He answered with a huge grin that was quick to fall when he saw the look on Circe’s face, he knew that look pretty well, “oh no no no no Circe, you can’t do that with him.”
“As a matter of fact, I can, and he started it, not me!” Circe defended herself, crossing her arms over her chest, “I’m just playing along! And he doesn’t know who I am! Let me play with him, just for a bit, I promise this time won’t be as bad as others.”
Tommy huffed, he already knew that there was no way to make her change her mind, so he answered with a: “fine, I guess.”
“Oh, you’re amazing Tommy, I swear this is going to be better than last time, pinky promise, this won��t fuck up your friendship” Circe said with a grin, extending her pinky and looking up at Tommy with puppy eyes. With a small roll of his eyes, he intertwined his pinky with hers, he tried to hide his smile, but damn was it hard, he adored Circe but she was too crazy sometimes, the only thing that kept him optimist was that he trusted that they were going to be good for one another.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say Ce, you can leave, tho that won’t stop me from dropping by your apartment tomorrow morning!” he shouted over the crowd at Circe.
“I know sweetheart!” she shouted back, waving a hand as she strutted away, finally taking a puff out of her cigarette.
Tommy strutted back to the guys with a satisfied smile, although he didn’t particularly enjoy Circe’s little games, he was beyond delighted of “bumping” into her before she left.
“Why the smile, drummer?” Asked Mick with an almost teasing tone.
“Just bumped into Circe, she apologizes for not hanging out with us, says Vince’s a pain in her ass” Tommy answered smoothly, making something up rather quickly, Circe might’ve not said anything but hell did he know her well, she probably thought of it.
“Isn’t he a pain in all of our asses?” Mocked Mick, earning an eye roll from Vince, “I like this girl already” he continued in a lower voice.
Nikki snorted out a small laugh and a smirk appeared on his lips to go with it, though the latter was quick to fall when he remembered his mission, find tattoo-girl and be the one to have the last word. So with a fast and unappealing apology, he headed towards the entrance, not expecting to actually find Circe not far from where he stood, a cigarette carefully dangling between her lips as she looked at the people passing by, clearly checking some out and judging others.
"I thought I wouldn't find you so easily" he said, slightly startling her, something he took notice by the way she flinched and her hand discreetly moved to her chest.
"Fuck, what's with people scaring me today," she muttered to herself, her hand going up to her cigarette, taking in a breath before actually directing her speech to Nikki. "Well, I thought you wouldn't even look for me in the first place, too many groupies inside the Whisky that actually want to throw themselves at you, why come looking for me?"
"Cause you're not throwing yourself at me like other groupies... And I'm intrigued as to why you seem to come to every show yet you only come to the gig, never seen you at parties," he quickly answered, placing a cigarette of his own between his lips, Circe almost instinctively walked up to him, getting close enough to light up his cigarette with the burning end of her own.
"I'm not interested in your parties... and I'm no groupie, babe" she answered venomously.
Circe looked up at Nikki, her eyes were challenging, and she could already tell that she got him wrapped up in her little finger, she just had to figure out how long she wanted to play out this whole thing.
She removed her cigarette from her lips dropping it to the floor, letting it smoke for a bit before putting it out with the sole of her boot; then as if the director had yelled "action" she got closer to him, slow and teasing. She could tell how the tension appeared to rise as she got closer to him, now, she could finally make out some distinctive features, from the dark eyebrows to the olive coloured eyes that darkened quickly, though she couldn't tell if that was from lust or the cocaine he probably snorted earlier that night. Then, she grabbed Nikki's cigarette between her fingers as to make some space for herself, making her nose bump against his, she was testing the waters, she was willing to see how much he could take her teasing. She parted her lips as if to get acquainted with his lips, but instead, she took a puff out of the cigarette; Nikki's eyes travelled to her round lips, as the smoke slowly escaped from the gap left between them, he was willing to kiss her, to take her to the back alley and teach her to behave, but he too was enjoying the game.
"Doll, are we leaving?" A voice suddenly broke the tension, Nikki's expression contorted from lust and confidence to confusion as his eyes shifted between the man standing behind Circe and Circe herself.
"Yes, just let me say goodbye to my friend over here" she answered, her eyes never leaving Nikki's face, she was having so much fun already and this man couldn't have arrived at a better moment.
"Okay, I'll go for my car and I'll pick you up here, don't move" he ordered, but Circe paid no mind, she only responded with a hum.
Nikki's attitude took a 180° turn, it went to teasing to plain up confused and Circe was loving it. Nikki, slightly pissed off and defeated turned around not wanting to give any more attention to the tattooed brunette. But he couldn't get more than a few steps before Circe pulled him by the wrist, forcing him to turn around to meet her wild gaze, he could tell she was having fun.
Circe's hand travelled up his arm, finally finding its resting place on the side of his neck by his jaw, and like that she pushed her body closer to him than before, placing her lips right by his ear as she said:
"Goodbye, love..."
// Next Chapter //
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Run to Paradise {Nikki Sixx} Part 10
10. go hard or go home
Chapter Summary: motley crue’s first gig is a resounding success. apart from the bar brawl, of course.
Warnings: drinking, vaguely nsfw, mentions of blood and injury, just a bunch of absolute dumbass decisions to begin with
ragtag bunch of misfits: @starlalove @marvelismylifffe @lilytalebi @glitterdreamsz @inthebackofmycarlaytheirbodies @dramatique-moi @missqueeniewrites @calspixie @aryssav @catsoo12 @sweetshutter @silvertonguedserpent @shamelessobsessions @lavenderbones22 @keepcalm-and-beyou @scarecrowmax
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It's like she can't turn a corner without seeing a flyer or four plastered all over phone poles and walls all along The Strip. She knows Nikki and Tommy spent an entire day going around, putting them up, and so she curbs the impulse she gets to tear them all down. Not because she's trying to sabotage them, it's just an idle impulse she gets whenever she sees one of the posters dogeared in the wind, as if begging to be ripped down.
"Is the staple gun ours?" Lola asks, picking up one of the flyers that had still yet to be put up. One of Mick's friends had taken the photo for them a few weeks beforehand, not long after the band had formed. When she gets no response from her housemate, who she's pretty sure is in the bathroom, tossing the flier and letting it flutter to the ground, she calls the question again, and picks up the staple gun itself.
"Tommy said it was his dad's," Nikki calls back from the bedroom instead, and when he finally walks into the living room, Lola's frowning at the staple gun.
"How much would I have to pay you to let me staple you?"
"Nothing, if you let me staple you," Nikki answers without missing a beat, his eyes a little glazed over and unfocused, and that's good enough for Lola, who troops over to him like a woman on a mission.
"Tommy needs to get out of his parent's house," Lola mutters, resting the staple gun gently against Nikki's upper arm, firing before he could respond. Though he tries to stay stoic, Lola can see him wince, before she turns the device over.
"We have a spare room, would be far more convenient for band practice- hold still I wanna try something." Nikki muses for a moment, sweeping Lola's hair over to once side. Before she can protest, he's frowning deep in concentration, one hand holding her upper arm steady, the staple gun pressed to the shell of her ear, careful to avoid her piercings-
"What the fuck?!" As soon as the gun goes off, she wrenches herself from his grip, tears pricking her eyes as her hand went to feel her now searing ear, "you stapled my ear to my fucking head?" Nikki looks like he can't quite believe he'd managed it, wearing a surprised grin in the face of Lola's fury. Snatching the staple gun from his hands, she shoves and crowds him backwards until he's stumbling onto the sofa.
"I didn't think you'd feel it," Nikki admits, letting himself get shoved around as Lola sat herself in his lap and turned his head to the side.
"Does it look like Vince and his blow have shown up? No? Well it takes a lot more than what I've taken so far to not feel a staple go through cartilage," she all but growls, repeating the process that he'd inflicted upon her. He hisses, clutching at his own ear, grimacing. She lets his face go and puts the staple gun back on the table, but doesn't get off his lap.
"Fuckin' hurts, doesn't it?" She mutters, much gentler this time when she takes his arm and yanks out the first staple. Nikki's still got one hand to his ear, watching as Lola fumbles and winces as she awkwardly pulls the staple from her own ear.
Vince and Tommy see fit to barge in only a few moments later, while Lola's telling Nikki to hold still, trying to pull the staple out of his ear, while Nikki's marvelling at her bloody ear, and how the staple managed to go all the way through.
"Are we interrupting?" Vince asks, eyebrows raised, half smirking, but after a beat of stunned silence, Lola yanks out the staple and Nikki swears under his breath, holding his ear again as she holds the tiny piece of metal triumphantly above herself.
"Can you pass me the box of tissues?" Lola asks the two dumbfounded boys by the door, nodding at the kitchen counter. Tommy complies easily, eager to be doing something, and Vince flops into the armchair, watching with interest as Nikki keeps trying to move her ear so he can see where the staple went through on the other side.
"Fuck off, that hurts," Lola slaps his hand away for the third time, and feels Tommy nudge the tissue box into her back. Finally climbing off of Nikki, she takes the tissues with a gentle thanks and sits next to him on the sofa, cleaning up the thin trail of blood that had been slowly making it's way down her jaw.
"How does that hurt? You've got a thousand piercings," Nikki crows, snatching a few tissues of his own to clean up his arm and ear, while Vince and Tommy still seemed at a loss.
"And every one of them hurt! I didn't lose feeling in my damn ear-"
"Did you staple your ears?" Tommy finally asks, his expression playing jump-rope between awed and horrified; Nikki and Lola share a look, and it's as if a whole unspoken conversation goes down between them in only moments, both glaring at each other
"I just wanted to see if I could pierce her ear with the staple gun," Nikki admits with surprising, and foolish honesty.
"That's what you were- you stapled my ear to my head!" Lola fires back, almost disbelieving, standing abruptly, patting down her pockets, with one hand, holding the tissues to her head with the other, "I need a fucking smoke." Nikki offers her one from a packet in his pocket, and she thanks him quietly; making it obvious that neither was actually that mad at the other, that things like this were a strangely regular occurrence.
She's runs into Mick on her way out, catching Vince's question of 'Do you guys ever think before you do things?' but not Nikki's answer. She can't help but smirk as she makes her way down the stairs and heads into town.
When it finally comes time to give them their five minute call for their first gig the following night, Lola's the only one who's seen the crowd. She'd been the last one out there, running leads and making sure everything was plugged into where it was supposed to, left to her work by the boys who all went to get prepped in the green room before most of the crowd had arrived.
"So you think anyone's gonna be out there tonight?" Vince asks, sitting back beside the mirror Nikki was teasing his hair in.
"We put up enough fliers, I hope so," Nikki muses, watching his own reflection in the mirror before flicking to Lola standing in the doorway, poised to knock. "Everything set up okay?" Nikki asks, and Lola's expression turns from hesitant to wry.
"You're lucky I like you guys, I usually charge thirty bucks for a job this good," she smirks, before telling them that they're due to start in five minutes. After a moment, she lets herself take in all their attire; sure she'd seen sketches, seen pieces laying around the apartment, seen Nikki trying on his costume, but never with all the hair and makeup; never with all of them together like this.
"You guys look-" she's searching for an adjective, some way to describe them that encapsulates exactly how she feels, how much she's enjoying the aesthetics of it all and how kick ass they're gonna look on stage, but it's hard. Nikki raises an eyebrow at her in the reflection of the mirror, Vince is drinking from the bottle of Jack Daniels, Mick's just watching her curiously, and Tommy's spinning his drumstick, wearing both a mesh glove, and a fingerless leather glove on the same hand, grinning wide enough to split his face, so excited to just be here, "perfect. Fucking perfect." It comes out far more honest than she intends it to. She can feel the blush creeping up the back of her neck as she drags her traitorous, endeared gaze from Tommy's sunny smile. Her grin turns to something wry, something proud, "you look exactly like Motley Crue should."
And for the barest moment, she catches Nikki's gaze in the reflection of the mirror, and there's genuine affection in his eyes, behind his smirk.
"Hell yeah we do;" and he turns to the rest of the band, standing and grabbing the bottle of Jack from Vince, "you guys ready to kick some ass?" Later, about fifteen minutes from now, Lola will look back on this statement and laugh her fucking head off.
They're not nervous when they walk on stage, at least, not visibly. Nikki's in boots that come up to his thighs, that make Lola think unholy thoughts, and also feel like an idiot for thinking those things; dressed the way he's dressed, the mesh, the leather, the shiny red boots, and hairspray, he's prettier than she is. They all are. She's a little proud.
The crowd seems unconvinced; the guy at the bar next to Lola actually scoffs and she shoots him a dirty look. When Tommy accidentally knocks over one of his cymbals, the asshole next to her laughs, and she snaps at him to be quiet. It takes her a beat to consider, but she realises she's actually nervous for them; she had been too young to care about London, or Sister, but Motley Crue was Nikki's brain child, and for his sake, she knew it needed to go well.
For the barest moment, the mouth of the asshole beside her hangs like he wants to retaliate, but then he takes in the sight of her, spikes and metal and leather, and the way she's filled with barely contained nervous energy of her own, and he thinks better of it, lip curling in a sneer, but he stays quiet.
But it still all goes to shit.
The crowd's jeering and booing despite the solid instrumentals the band was already pumping out, and someone in the crowd asks 'who's the chick singer'. Nikki looks tense, looks angry, but not nearly as fed up as Vince, who leans past the mic to tell the dude in the audience 'fuck you'. Lola's gritting her teeth, holding her gin and tonic so tight she's sure the glass is close to cracking. The guy in the crowd spits on Vince's pants - white leather too, Lola knows they're probably expensive - and the rest is a blur of violence and outrage.
Nikki's wielding his bass like a fucking axe, Vince gets decked almost the moment he leaves the stage, and Tommy's positively beaming as he full on leaps into the fray. Lola downs her drink with the determined resignation of someone with twice her life experience, catching the moment someone heads for Mick and he kicks them away with the same annoyance as someone swatting a fly. Her now empty glass gets thrown at the guy who's spat at Vince, and she lands one solid punch on one of his friends before bouncers start dragging people out of the way. Nikki's already shrugging the security off, clambering back on stage, but Lola turns to see Tommy pinning a guy, hitting him hard. There's security advancing on him, but Lola's closer, wrapping her arms around his middle, dragging his skinny ass off the dude from the audience.
"Get the fuck off of me!" Tommy demands, thrashing about, excited and furious in equal measure; "fuck you!" Lola cops an elbow to the face but just drags him to the stage, grip on him tight enough to be painful. "Fuck you, dude!" He shouts at the dude he's been hitting as he's escorted out, and Lola shoves him to the stage.
"Just play the fucking drums," she demands, basically snarling at him with a split and bloody lip, and it's then that they all seem to notice how quiet the club's gotten. "I need a fucking drink." Lola disappears into the crowd, and it's as if the world is holding it's breath, waiting for whatever comes next after all that had just gone down.
What that is is a cheer, a scream of 'fuck yeah! Motley Crue!' of applause and of excitement; of the crowd seeing the band earn their stripes within the first minutes of their first performance. When Lola takes her drink, back by the bar, it's with a self satisfied smile. The crowd goes wild for them, screams and cheers, and the band are all beaming, even Mick is wearing a pleased little smile, which she's pretty sure is as close as he'll get to a grin.
She's heard them rehearse what feels like a hundred times, but they've never sounded like this, so electric, so alive; it's in the air, the drinks, the thud of the bass drum as it reverberates in her chest. She's in the mosh, dancing with guys and girls and grinning wide enough to split her face as she watches the band, her boys, radiating pride as they play.
Starry Eyes has her feeling ways she can't quite describe; Vince's words are doing things to the girls in at the front of the crowd that probably shouldn't be allowed in public, but Lola's dancing with her eyes closed, grinning like she's got a secret, like she he could sing the song to a million screaming girls and she'd still know it wasn't written for them.
They finish with Live Wire and Lola almost pulls something in her neck with the way she's thrashing with the rest of the crowd, but she can't bring herself to care.
"Holy shit did you see that?!" Tommy and Nikki both practically tackle her the minute they come off stage, a few different people are offering the band drinks, Vince is held up with a swarm of pretty groupies, though quite a few are making attempts to get to Nikki and Tommy, and Mick has headed for the bar.
"Did I see that?! Dude it was fucking radical! You killed it! You absolutely killed it!" Lola gushed, and she extracts herself to hug them both individually; Tommy bites her cheek out of excitement, and Nikki spins her around. By the time they're at the bar, Lola's gushing with praise, sounding like every other groupie, but so so different, because she's Lola and she knows what good music sounds like in this day and age.
By the bar, Lola collects and drink and steps out of the way, lets the boys bask in the praise of the countless nameless girls. Finding herself by Mick, she grows quiet, gives a genuine smile in response to his surprisingly self-satisfied one, claps him on the shoulder.
"You guys fuckin' rocked," she told him, and he gives her a surprisingly kind pet on the back.
"Don't sound so surprised," he shook his head, and Lola actually has to laugh at that, "you throw a mean punch, girlie, and you handled the drummer well." She doesn't even make an innuendo from his phrasing, just preens a little, grinning sharp and proud.
"Well then I guess we're both more than just a pretty face, ain't that right, you geezer; I saw you kick that asshole out of the way like it was nothing," she nudges him in the ribs and he snorts out a laugh, rolling his eyes, though Lola's almost finished her drink, and heads back through the crowd. Once she's finally gotten the bartender's attention, a pair of arms wraps around her waist, and she hears Vince's voice in her ear before she sees him.
"Were we fucking good or what?" He's delighted, ecstatic, his heart beating hard against his ribs from adrenaline and already smelling like six different cheap perfumes. He presses a rough kiss to her cheek, and Lola turns, smirking, lets herself be pressed against the bar.
"Hey, we match," her hand comes up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over his own split lip, though it had stopped bleeding well into the gig, as had hers. Vince gives her a genuine smile, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, pulling back as if waiting for her reaction. "Won't your adoring fans get mad?" She teased, her nails a sharp, shiny black contrast to his lightly tanned skin where she holds his jaw, his forehead resting against hers.
"Fuck 'em."
"I'm sure you will," Lola's grin gets wider, amused, almost fond, an expression mirrored by Vince before he's kissing her against the bar, pressed against her with her arms around his neck, too hopped up on adrenaline and excitement of her own to care if any of the rest of the band saw.
The last she'd seen of Tommy he was rather preoccupied with a redhead who was missing a shirt, and Nikki had been pulled into the bathroom by a girl with dark lipstick and a dreamy smile. A few fan, guys with long hair and tattoos, girls in shorts and bright shirts, tried to get Vince's attention, but he's got his hand beneath Lola's sheer, black top, and he doesn't seem to want to pay anyone else much attention.
Pulling back suddenly, Lola pushes him back, much to his surprise, and sits herself on the bar, cupping her hands around her mouth like a megaphone.
"Hey! Hey, oi! Kick-ons at my place! 'round the corner from the Whiskey!"
The announcement is greeted with a whoop of success, and a very confused Nikki, who's zipping up his fly. And still wearing those fucking boots.
"What's happening, we moving everyone on already?" When Nikki approaches her, he's frowning, trailed by the girl from earlier, who's now very obviously taken off her lipstick, though her smile's just a little dreamy still, and she's following him a little like a lovesick puppy. Lola pays her no mind.
"You make sure everyone gets to the apartment, I'll pack up here; we can leave the gear in the car overnight so it's safe," and he trusts her to take care of his equipment, so he's back to beaming, on board with the plan.
"We did it; we fuckin' did it, Lo," he grins sharply, grabbing her hair possibly a little harder than necessary and pulling her in for a spontaneous, elated kiss. Lola squeaks, but seems to enjoy it, practically melting under the touch, kissing him back without hesitation.
"You did it, dude," she laughs as he pulls away.
"You coming, man?" Nikki asks Vince, finally turning his attention to the blonde singer, not even noticing his proximity to Lola, his fingers tucked in her belt loop. Or if he did notice, he didn't seem to care.
"I'll be there in a few, gotta make sure my mic's packed properly," he grinned easily, and Nikki snorted, but let it go. The girl behind Nikki looks confused, a little hurt and bewildered, but then he's grabbing her hand and leading her from the bar, calling for the crowd to follow him, and she perked right up again; the Starwood where they'd been playing was a few blocks from the Whiskey, an easy walk.
Lola watches him leave, and feels as Vince threads his fingers through her hair, giving an experimental tug, watching the way Lola's posture relaxed, a low, heady laugh escaping her as she turned to him, looking a little guilty, a little flushed, as if she'd been caught out.
"I do have to do my job," Lola says gently, stepping herself into Vince's space. He's a little in awe; he's never seen her so suddenly switch to something so soft and needy; she keeps looking at his lips like she wants to kiss him, but like she's holding back.
"Can it wait ten minutes?" He asks, raising an eyebrow and pulling her hair again, just a little harder this time. Nodding, quick and insistent, like a switch has been flipped and she's kissing him, desperate and hungry, pressing herself against him; Vince is pretty sure he's never seen her like this, and definitely sure he enjoys it, especially when the takes his hand, lacing their fingers, pulling back from him with a breathless grin.
"Bathroom?" At her suggestion, he casts a cheeky, appraising glance at the bartop, and Lola actually blushes. "Bathroom." She insists, and she leads the way, crashing past Tommy and his redhead just as they were about to make their way in for their own moment of fun.
"Lol- Vince?" Tommy squawked, eyes wide, surprise written all over his face. Lola's grinning like the Cheshire cat as she blocks the entrance to the bathroom once she and Vince are inside. Tommy seems exasperated, but not surprised.
"Occupied." Lola wears a sharp grin before Vince pulls her in and slams the door shut, pressing her against it. They both hear Tommy groan and swear in defeat, but neither can seem to bring themselves to care.
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Nikki sixx
Summary: (y/n) is motley crues new assistant. (Y/n) is one of the many assistants that motley crue had. Will (y/n) be able to handle their crazy life. Maybe she will find someone special along the way
I was working at a record store. It was my absolute favorite place to be. I loved music, the way it could lift people's spirits. It could make them forget about their troubles and everything going on around them. It was like music had some kind of effect on people.
Different music created a different effect. Rock music made you want to bang your head to the beat of the music. Love songs made you want to be in love. I liked a little bit of everything but I was more into rock than anything else. It wasn't just their music that interested me it was their lives. They live such crazy lives I always wondered how they managed it.
Finally my shift was over. As I walked out I saw a flyer taped to the front of the window outside of the shop. The flyer read looking for an assistant for a band. The flyer had a phone number on it. Me being curious went to the nearest payphone and dialed the phone number on the flyer.
The phone started to ring and then someone picked up.
"Hello" They said. "I'm calling about the job" I said. "Oh yes meet me at the recording studio" He said giving me the address to the recording studio. I thanked him and hung up.
Did I really want to be an assistant for a band. I eventually got into my car and drove home. I got home and cooked dinner. After I ate my dinner I took a shower. After I got out of the shower I went to bed.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I got up and got ready. I put on some light makeup and put on some Jean's a t shirt and my converse. I cooked some breakfast consisting of eggs and bacon. After I ate my breakfast I drove to work.
I worked at my job until it was time to go to my job meeting. I tried to get to the record studio but I got lost a couple times, but after about 45 minutes I finally arrived to the recording studio. I walked in the building and walked up to the front desk.
"I'm here for the job opening" I said. "Of course" She said giving me the directions where the meeting will be held.
I walked to the room and knocked on the door.
"Come in" A Male voice said. I walked in the room. "So you want the job" He said. I nodded.
"Great you got the job" He said shaking me hand. I was stunned I thought this would be harder.
"Shouldnt you be asking me questions about the job" I asked confused. "All you need to do is keep the band from doing anything too stupid. I nodded my head.
"I guess you should meet the band now" He said motioning me out the room. We walked to the room where I'm assuming the band is. I walked in the room and what I saw amazed me.
There stood one of the most infamous rock bands motley crue.
"This is your new assistant try not to scare her away" Tom said while chuckling.
"Hi I'm Tommy Lee" He said towering over my short small body. " Hi I'm Vince" a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes said. "Hi I'm mick" said the older one. I could tell he was the oldest one.
"Hi I'm Nikki" he said introducing himself. I couldn't help but stare at him he was gorgeous with his big black and hair and beautiful hazel eyes. I finally averted my eyes. I realized they all had black hair except Vince.
I ended up staying until they were done recording. "Hey assistant lady you wanna bump" Tommy asked. "What is a bump and my name is (y/n)" I said. He then pulled out a bag if coke. I was kinda shocked I knew they did drugs but I have never seen drugs before especially not coke.
"No thanks" I said. I left and drove home. I realized I have to quit my other job if I really want this one.
I had to ask myself did I really want this job. Is it not gonna be worth all of the money. I mean Motley Crue is known for all of the crazy stuff that they do. They were the literal definition of sex,drugs, and Rock n Roll. Maybe being their assistant will make my life a little more exciting.
I finally knew what I was gonna do, I was gonna be Motley Crues assistant. It was a hard decision but I realized that I would get payed more being their assistant than I would working at the record shop. Dont get me wrong I loved working at the record shop but now I get to work with one of the bands. This was a once in a lifetime chance.
I quickly went to bed and fell asleep. Once again my alarm woke me up. I got ready to go to the recording studio, I dressed simple I wore a crop top, some Jean's, and some sneakers. I drove to the studio. When I arrived I signed in and headed to the studio were the boys were recording.
When I walked in I saw Vince recording, I saw Tommy snorting some coke, Mick was drowning a bottle of Jack Daniel's, and nikki was writing down a song. He looked so concentrated his brows furrowed. He looked really attractive.
"Hey its assistant lady" Tommy yelled running over to me. " I do have a name you know" I said. Nikki looked up at me and I swear my legs turned to hello. I heard the door open and Tom walked in.
"The boys are going on tour and your going with them" Tom informed me. "When are we leaving" I asked. "In 2 days" He replied.
I was watching nikki play the bass the way his fingers dragged across the strings made my heart flutter. He must have caught me staring.
"Do you like it" He asked smiling at me with his bright hazel eyes that could make anyone go crazy with just one look.
I was surprised I actually formed a sentence without stuttering.
"Do you want me to teach you sometime" He asked me. "Sure I would love that" I said smiling. I was screaming internally, Nikki fucking Sixx just offered to teach me how to play base. Our conversation was cut short when Tommy knocked a record off of the wall.
We had to leave because of Tommy. "Hey (y/n) were having a party at our house wanna come" Vince asked me.
"I don't know" I said wearily. "Please it will be fun and you don't have to do any drugs" Tommy said practically begging me to come.
"Fine" I said giving in. "Yay, you're gonn have so much fun I promise you won't regret this" Tommy said practically jumping with excitement.
"I better not" I replied. I finally got home and started getting ready for the party I wore the same thing but with makeup on.
I headed to their house. When I arrived to the party their was a lot of people their. I walked in. I saw a bunch of people either dancing, drinking, or doing drugs. I eventually found the guys. They were snorting coke. So I guess this is a regular thing for them.
"Wheres Vince" I asked them wondering where he had gone off to. "Hes in the bathroon" The guys said giggling. "I don't get it" I asked curious as to why they were laughing. "Hes in the bathroom with another girl" Nikki said. I finally connected the dots I felt so stupid.
Of course he was a rock star they are known for sleeping with a lot of girls especially their fans. Tommy ran to go get some coke. As I was talking to Mick and Nikki a girl comes running up to Nikki.
"Hey you wanna go somewhere else" She asks Nikki looking him up and down with lust in her eyes. He nodded his head looking her up and down with the same amount of lust she had when she did the same thing. They then walked away together. I couldn't help but feel my chest tighten.
Tommy eventually came back with the coke.
"Wheres Nikki" He asked holding a plate littered with lines of coke on it. "He went with some girl" Mick answered. He then took another swig of his beer.
"More for me I guess" Tommy said snorting lines of coke. I was walking trying to find the bathroom. When I finally found the bathroom and opened the door I saw Nikki snorting cocaine off of some girls naked body. He looked at me shocked. I muttered a quick sorry and shut the door and ran away. I accidently ran into Tommy.
"Woah, (y/n) why are you running" Tommy asked chuckling. At this point my face was a deep shade of red and all the blood rushed to my cheeks.
"I accidently walked in on Nikki and some girl having sex" I said. He busted out laughing. He assured me that it was fine and that it even happened to him once before. I eventually left the party too scared to face Nikki after what had happened before. I was gonna have to face him eventually. I woke up the next morning and got ready and headed to the studio. When I got there all the guys were wearing shades. It was obvious they were hungover from last night.
"Hey Nikki do you remember anything from last night" I asked curious and deep down hoping he didn't. He shook his head, oh thank God. His hair always looked the same, it was so big it sometimes covered his gorgeous hazel eyes. His hair did look good though, sometimes I wanted to run my fingers through his hair. Wait no i can't think like that I work for them.
I went and grabbed some pain killers from my purse and handed them to the guys.
"Thought you guys might need this" I said. They quickly took the pill bottle. They each swallowed some pills. "Last night was crazy" Tommy yelled. I heard the rest if the guys groan.
"Must you be so loud Tommy" Said Vince. They took about 30 minutes to start recording because they were waiting for the pain killers to kick in. But as soon as they kicked in they were back to recording.
They all sounded absolutely amazing. Vince was great at vocals. Tommy was amazing at playing the drums. Mick was phenomenal at playing the guitar. Nikki was amazing at playing the bass, the way his fingers glided across the strings was hypnotizing.
They eventually finished recording and I had to get home to start packing for the tour. I waved goodbye to the guys and left. This was gonna be an interesting tour.
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tension-ben hardy as roger taylor and douglas booth as nikki sixx x reader ✨
a/n: LOTS OF SMUT, definitely language, breeding kink, rough sex, female receiving oral, male receiving oral, messy sex, slapping kink, a bit of a daddy kink, same sex kissing, reference to abuse, public display of a woman, dirty talk, drugs, basically anything you can think of!
another a/n: Finally saw The Dirt last night and I can officially claim that I am a whore for both of these men so enjoy this my fellow sinners!
another other a/n: It was a special night. The local pub was hosting a few very popular bands, but the two that stood out to you the most was Mötley Crüe and Queen, mainly for the Crue’s freaking hot bassist and Queen’s freaking hot drummer. Before the show you hit it off with Roger but later on Nikki comes into the picture. Roger doesn’t take too kindly to that. At all. You’ll see were it goes ;)
“We’re finally going out, Y/n! Finally getting away from that shithole we call a job!” Your best friend, Kayla, says.
“I know right! I hate it there, tonight is very much needed.” You say as you’re putting in a stud earring. “Who are you most excited to see?”
“Mötley Crüe because Vince can get it from me anyday.” She giggles.
“Wow, I had no clue.” You roll your eyes and then laugh.
You both finished getting ready. You decided you wouldn’t mind wearing something a bit more revealing than normal. You decided on an off the shoulder red dress with a black lacy bra and some black heels to go with it.
A few other bands were supposed to go first, so you just settled on drinking with Kayla at the bar.
“I’ll have a beer, please.” You heard a somewhat familiar voice say behind you.
“Wait..” You say, turning around to see HIM. Roger fucking Taylor.
“Hi, darling. Can I interest you in a drink?” He said, looking you deep in the eyes with his piercing ones.
“Yes please.” You say, completely forgetting you had just gotten your first beer.
“Make that 2.” He told the bartender.
“How-“
“We don’t go on for another hour, so that gives us time to roam the bar as we please.”
Kayla looked over and finally recognized that you were talking to THE Roger Taylor but she didn’t want to step on your moment, so she turns away.
Roger situates himself in the seat next to you. “So, Who are you most excited to see tonight?”
“Well you of course and Mötley Crüe.” You smile at him innocently.
He scoffs and takes a sip of his beer. “Mötley Crüe.” He rolls his eyes.
“Is there something wrong?” You ask, looking at him.
“Nothing, just those boys are so crazy. With some of the things that they do, I’m surprised they aren’t dead.”
You raise your eyebrows. “Wow.”
“Yeah, but enough about them. What are you doing later?”
“Are you implying you want to have sex with me, Roger?” You raise your eyebrows.
“Well no.” He says, tilting his head. “I’m lying yes I would like that very much, but I was wondering if you’d like to go out to dinner or something after the show?”
“Oh, well I’d like that. And we’ll see how lucky you can get.” You wink, leaning your mouth closer to his ear. “Which I would say you’re gonna get pretty damn lucky tonight.”
He leans back to look at you and smiles. “I like the sound of that. Can’t wait.” He picks up his beer. “I’ve got to go get ready but I’ll see you afterwards, uh, what’s yours name?”
“Y/n.”
“Y/n.” He smiles. “See you later.”
You smile back and then he’s gone.
As Queen was prepping to go on soon, a man with long black hair takes a seat next to you.
He glances over at you and bites his lip and when you turn to see him too, your jaw drops a little bit.
Nikki fucking Sixx
“Don’t look so shocked.” He says, doing a shot of whiskey but then he smiles and licks his lips.
“I-I’m sorry.” You say shyly, still in awe.
“Don’t apologize, I’m messing with you.” He says in that deep, sexy voice he has.
You nod and he winks at you.
“I’d offer to buy you a drink but it looks like you have more than you can swallow.”
“I can swallow plenty, thank you.” You get witty with him.
“Good to know.” He says and you feel a bit of heat between your legs. “What are you doing after the show?”
“Well Roger Taylor invited me out.” You say, feeling a bit in between. It seems as if they are both interested in you.
“Queen’s drummer? That dude’s an asshole.”
“He pretty much said the same thing about you and your band.”
“Well it’s up to you. I’d like to take you out too, but if you want to go with Roger, it’s fine.” He folds his arms.
“What if I want both?” You ask, getting an idea.
“Are you implying a-“
Before he could finish the sentence, Freddie walks out on-stage. Roger gets behind his drum set. He’s smiling but when he sees you with Nikki, he frowns immediately. Obviously these two had some bad blood.
“We’re Queen!” Freddie says enthusiastically before he begins the set. Roger doesn’t take his eyes off of you. You did your best to keep your eyes on him but whenever Nikki looked over at you, you couldn’t help but look back.
“Let me know your decision, because I have to get ready to go on.” Nikki says, patting your thigh before walking backstage.
Shit.
“Dude!” Kayla says, slapping your arm a bit hard. “Nikki Sixx AND Roger Taylor have the hots for you and you’re just gonna sit there?”
“Well, I’m gonna wait until after the show.” You say nervously.
“Who do you think you’re gonna choose?”
“Well, I want to fuck both of them.” You tuck your hair behind your hair nervously.
“Is my best friend in there?” She says, shaking you roughly. “You’re never down for crazy shit like that.”
“Well for these two, I’ll do anything.”
“Suit yourself.” She laughs, doing a shot. “I’m gonna go look for Vince after the show.”
Queen finished their set. The Crue was next.
Nikki comes out and looks immediately at you. As he plays, he throws his head back and spreads his legs. He was teasing you and he knew it. He wanted you so bad. And you wanted him.
Roger’s coming back out now and he doesn’t look happy.
“Nikki? Really?” He says, sitting next to you, picking up your unfinished beer and drinking it fast.
“He sat next to me and was flirty with me. I really like you both.”
“You realize he’s an asshole right?”
“He said the same about you.”
You look to see that Nikki was now watching you without taking his eyes off of you.
“Roger, maybe the three of us can hangout. I know you two don’t get along but not everyday do I have the opportunity to hangout with two of my favorite rockers.”
He scoffs and finishes the beer. “We’ll see.” Is all he says.
After the show, Kayla leaves to go find Vince, which you assume she’s successful in her finding because she doesn’t come back.
“What the hell man?” Roger says, standing up now that Nikki is back.
“What the hell what, Taylor?” He folds his arms and glares at him.
“I asked her out first.” He says, getting in Nikki’s face.
“If you asked her out, why was she so excited to see me too then?” He says, coming over to lift up your skirt a bit to see your panties wet.
“Oh fuck.” You say, looking up at them and furrowing your eyebrows.
“I could make you scream that later if it weren’t for this asshole.” Nikki says, looking back at Roger.
“Put her skirt back down she’s not a piece of fucking meat Nikki!” Roger groans and pulls your skirt back to where it should be.
Little did they know, you loved it.
“Guys please stop being mean to each other, can’t we have a nice night with all three of us!” You say, standing up now and coming between them.
“How’d you know her panties were wet for you?” Roger folds his arms.
“I could smell the sweet scent of her excitement from here.” He says, making a dramatic noise that he was sniffing.
“You asshole.” He says, trying to pounce on him but you push them both back.
“As fucking hot it would be to see you both go at it, can I suggest something?” You ask, pushing your hands on both of their chests.
“Fine.” Roger says.
“What if I can give the both of you what you want. I can make you both feel good at the same time.”
“A threesome?” Roger asks, raising his eyebrows. “No way, not with this dipshit.”
“How about if I let you fuck me in the ass, hm?”
Roger bites his lip. “I’d like that.”
“And what about you Nikki? If I let you do that to me, do you agree to a threesome with Roger?”
He nods, not taking his eyes off of Roger.
“If you remotely hurt her, I swear I’m gonna kick your ass.” Roger says.
“Roger it’s okay, I like it rough.” You wink.
“Oh.” He says, furrowing his eyebrows. “Good to know.” His accent was so sexy.
“Now lets get out of here.” You say.
Your apartment was across the street so the walk was very quiet.
Once you get inside, you shut the door behind you and Roger sits on the sofa while Nikki folds his arms and stands in the corner.
“Can I offer you guys a drink or something to eat?”
“I’d like a beer please.” Roger says.
“So would I.” Nikki says.
“Alright.” You say, getting up to go get them from the fridge. When you come back with them, Roger and Nikki are making out on the couch.
“W-What the fuck?” You raise your eyebrows.
Nikki was on top of Roger, shoving his tongue in his mouth. They both seemed to be into it.
“We’re trying to turn you on, is it working?” Roger asks, both of them looking at you now.
You feel that heat between your legs again. “Y-yeah but I thought you two hated each other.”
“Oh, we do! But if this means turning you on, we’re all for it.” Nikki laughs as you hand them the beers. You sit on the couch between them.
Nikki places his hand on your thigh while Roger’s fingers trace the lines in your neck.
“Yeah, fuck the beer. I need you.” Nikki says and sets it down on the table. Roger does it too.
Roger crashes his lips on yours as Nikki’s hands travel up and down your body. They settle on your breasts, squeezing them for a moment before kneeling in front of you.
He pulls the skirt down slowly before kissing your inner thighs. Then he slides down your panties as Roger is shoving his tongue inside your mouth.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to eat this pretty pussy all night.” Nikki bites his lip, before licking between your folds.
“N-Nikki fuck!” You moan, tangling your fingers in his long black locks as he starts sucking on your dripping clit.
“So wet for me.” He moans into it.
“And me too.” Roger says and Nikki rolls his eyes as he continues.
Roger decides he wants some action too and he takes off your shirt and bra too.
“Perfect.” He says, eyeing your breasts before going down to lick your hard nipples.
“Guys f-fuck I need you inside me.” You throw your head back on the sofa.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Nikki says, stopping his tongue work on your pussy. He stands up now, taking his shirt off along with his leather pants and his boxers, leaving him naked.
“S-So big.” You bite your lip at the sight of his cock.
But then you realize, you want to taste him, really badly so you kneel on the floor in front of it.
“Let me suck it, please.” You beg, looking up at him.
Nikki looks down at you and tilts your head to look up at him more. “Suck it then you little slut.” He says, before spitting on your face and slapping you across the cheek roughly. This only made you wetter for him.
“Nikki I swear to god!” Roger says angrily, getting up before he pins him against the wall. “Don’t slap her like that!”
“Roger it’s okay! I loved it.” You say from the floor. “Really I did!”
“Are you sure?” He asks, looking back at you.
You nod and smile. “You wanna do what I told you could do to me? Maybe that will help calm you down?”
“Yeah.” He says, taking his shirt off and pants along with his boxers before kneeling behind you. He rubbed his big hardened cock along your ass before shoving slowly into you. Nikki came back over before rubbing his dick on your lips.
“Suck it babygirl, come on.”
You do as he says and go down on his length. You choke a bit due to the size but you bob your head up and down on it.
“You’re so tight!” Roger groans out as he’s shoving into you senselessly.
Nikki pulls your hair roughly, making you go down on him more.
“I’m gonna come in that pretty mouth if you keep doing it like that.” He groans.
You take his dick out of your mouth for a second. “Nikki, I want you to come inside me, please?” You beg again.
“Since you asked so kindly.” He says, going over to get his beer before pouring some on you, letting the cold liquid trickle on your breasts, making them harden again.
He kneels down in front of you to lick the liquid off your breasts before he sucks them.
“Oh fuck.” You moan, pulling his hair. Roger is moving fast behind you, causing you to fall forward on Nikki’s shoulder. Without hesistation, he shoves his dick inside you.
“Nikki! Roger! Oh my god!” You arch your back at the feeling of the hot rocker guys inside of you at the same time.
Nikki is pounding inside you, no sign of slowing down and so was Roger. You couldn’t help but cry out their names from your lips.
Nikki crashes his lips on yours as he fucks you, moaning profanities and their names over and over again into his mouth.
“You’re amazing.” Roger says as his thrusts are getting sloppy. His orgasm is approaching. “I’m gonna come!”
“Do it Roger, come in my ass!” You shout out.
When you say that, that’s enough to push him off the edge, releasing his hot cum inside of you. “Fuck!”
“Oh god Roger, you’re filling me so good!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Nikki is still pounding inside of you.
“N-Nikki, I’m gonna come.” You say, looking him in the eyes.
“Not yet.” He says, placing a hand around your throat to squeeze it hard. “Do it when I tell you.”
His thrusts get harder and deeper inside of you as he feels his orgasm approaching. He pins you down on the floor, now that Roger had finished, as he kisses you again, a bit more passionately this time.
“Now you can come.” He says, knowing that he’s about to as well.
“Fuck!” You arch your back as your ride out your orgasm, releasing all over Nikki.
“You feel so fucking good.” He moans as he comes inside of you.
“S-So do you.” You manage to say, your legs twitching from the feeling of your orgasm and his along with Roger’s.
“Turn around.” He says when he pulls out.
“What?” You ask.
“I said turn around.” He commands and you do. Roger stands up and slaps your ass hard. Nikki follows with another hard slap and you bite your lip from moaning.
Nikki takes some cocaine out of his pocket and pours it on your ass.
“What-“ You begin to ask before he snorts some. Roger kneels down next to Nikki and joins in. Then they lick the rest of it off of your ass as you moan.
When they finish, Roger flips you over to where they both hover over you now.
“Well Nikki, I suppose we can get along, mainly when we’re fucking the brain out of hot girls.” Roger laughs.
“I suppose so, Rog.” Nikki laughs softly.
“I’m glad I could be the one to help you two with this little feud.” You laugh.
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The Dirt!Tommy Lee imagine Pt 1
So I made a post a week ago mentioning a dream I had that inspired this very long fic of which I’m posting this first part. I want to preface this by saying that while I really enjoyed The Dirt as a movie, I also don’t want to glamorize or ignore the faults of the men behind Motley Crue. I’ve also never written fanfiction about a musician, let alone fanfiction about a slightly fictionalized version of a musician. And this is definitely more about the film version of Tommy Lee than the man himself.
She was fresh out of college and brand new in LA, applying for work and living on someone’s couch when she first heard them, and she was hooked.
Sher certainly enjoyed the sound, which reminded her a little of the independent punk scene back in New York, but the look of it—the theatricality of it—inspired her. Four years studying production design with the hopes of applying it to a film and theatre career, she decided, led her here to these people. They had massive budget ideas with limited money for a limited space and she wanted to help them expand.
She kept trying to work up the courage to speak with them, and found herself choking up every time. She, unlike they, was not a performer, not comfortable inserting herself into a group. She lacked the confidence of some of the other women in the crowd who slipped their way into dressing rooms and raised their skirt just so. Part of her had thought about emulating them—after her first concert she found herself paying more attention to the gangly, animated drummer over the strutting blond lead singer before dismissing the thought. She had something these other women couldn’t offer. The band wouldn’t take her seriously if she offered to fuck them first. She continued on sending her resume out, and, just to widen her prospects, started applying to record labels.
Tom Zutaut sought her out first—he felt that her youth and interest in the music scene would lend her some credibility with the band once they signed over to Elektra. He assured her that they would appreciate her vision.
She sat down and spoke with them for the first time at a restaurant with her portfolio tucked under her arm and her nerves ringing as she prepared her speech on how she appreciated the band’s vision and how her visual style would work well for them on tour. She glanced between every face: Mick Mars and his aloof, unimpressed demeanor and folded arms; Nikki Sixx and his quirked brow and slight smirk; Vince Neil and his smug grin; Tommy Lee and his frenetic energy and eager smile. She focused on him and what she saw as a friendly, open face as she opened her portfolio to show her rough sketches…
…and felt a pair of hands slide along the inside of her thighs and push her knees apart.
She flinched and rose, but not before the men at the table snickered and a woman poked her head out from under the table.
“I’m used to sucking dick,” the woman said, grinning, “but I could go either way.”
Y/N glanced at the men at the table and realized this was a test of sorts. Could she handle this environment? She was certain of it. She also knew she didn’t want a stranger to go down on her in semi-public.
Y/N cleared her throat. “You know, sweetheart, I am so flattered. But these are leather pants I’d have to push down to my knees and I just don’t know if I want my bare ass on this seat,” she said as she sat back down.
It was the best she could do, and apparently it was enough. After a round of shots and some cursory glances at some of Y/N’s plans, Motley Crue had an artist ready to go on tour with them.
………..
“You sure you can handle this?” Doc asks as they get ready; the boys have their own accommodations, better rooms and first class on the monstrosity that the company calls a tour bus. There are no other women present save for Vince’s latest girlfriend—all seamstresses and make-up artists are present at each venue. They don’t travel with the band.
Y/N laughs. “I’m from New Jersey, Doc. I’ll be fine.”
Doc doesn’t look convinced. “Listen, obviously I spoke to the guys and they do have some respect for you; see you as more than, you know...”
“A groupie.” She hopes there’s no venom behind those words; she doesn’t hate any of the women that cling to the band and she imagines it would be pointless to get angry over how frequently they stay and how disposable they become. To get angry with a band for having groupies, she reasons, is like getting angry at a Western movie for having horses.
She doesn’t hate them, at least, she thinks she doesn’t. But she likes Tommy’s unmatched energy and lanky body and playful grin. She hears stories about his stamina and size and it is more difficult to ignore the whispers about him than it is about Vince and Nikki. Mick, it seems, dismisses any sort of physical contact. Y/N imagines it would be prudent to do the same. She’s the only woman on the production team and is fully aware how easy it would be for everyone to resent her more than they already do.
“Yeah. Exactly,” Doc says. “You’re not like them. You’re here to work.”
“I know, Doc.” Y/N gestures towards her books of sketches and layouts. “I know.”
……..
None of this is to say that Y/N doesn’t interact with the band at all. As she anticipated, it’s something of a collaborative effort. Nikki in particular has a lot of ideas about staging and costumes that go into effect. Granted, Motley Crue itself appears to be his brainchild, and he’s in charge of most of the creative decisions. He’s smart (although he’d be loath to describe himself as such) he’s attractive; he’s talented. Y/N imagines that in another world she would be more drawn to him than she is. But she’s not; she appreciates his mind and the work, and she hopes that he thinks the same of her.
She wears long pants and jackets most of the time; she seldom wears more than the slightest bit of makeup on tour and she doesn’t try to give the appearance of curves to her slight frame where there aren’t any. She never gives off the impression that she is sexually available, and as a result she’s left alone.
Vince ignores her. Mick is about as pleasant towards her as he is capable of being towards anyone, and Y/N appreciates his candor. She’s told he has a condition that causes constant, often excruciating pain and isn’t sure how to design a set to accommodate him, as if he’d ever accept the help. Nikki is usually somewhat well-behaved around her, even as he knows he doesn’t have to censor himself and that Doc will sometimes complain to her about his coke binges and public indecency. She doesn’t need him to tell her; she stays in the same hotels and when one or more is up to a set of antics she can plainly hear it from her room.
Tommy is playful; there are times she could swear he was flirting, and she cannot tell if he’s joking or not. She also can’t tell if, if he is flirting, whether it’s because he’s attracted to her or because any woman of an appropriate age and decent appearance is a potential one-night stand. A cum dumpster.
She should separate herself. She should keep a professional distance.
She goes to parties with them sometimes and does shots with them that have her staggering and slurring her words long before they’re down for the count and wakes up with hangovers that make her fear opening her mouth. She’s still tamer than they are and abstains from hard drugs and day drinking. She wishes Tommy luck before shows and listens to all of his ideas, good and bad. There’s no greater feeling than his excitement when she puts one of his ideas into practice.
She has sex one night with a tall man with long dark hair who isn’t Tommy but in the dark and after whiskey could be close enough for a few minutes. She can pretend, for a moment, that it’s he who’s inside her, gasping as he comes and holding her hips in a bruising grip. She sneaks out of his room at five AM and heads back to her hotel.
When there she pulls her pants down and brings her fingers to her clit and thinks about him; his tongue, his cock inside of her and his lips on her clit everything finally being right. Alone in a hotel she finds the release she couldn’t get with a pale imitation of what she wanted.
The shame sets in seconds after her climax. She groans as she wipes her fingers off on her inner thigh and tries to ignore the pull in her gut as she kicks her pants off the rest of the way and somehow manages to sleep.
……….
Tommy starts dating a girl named Roxie. Tommy has had casual girlfriends as long as Y/N can remember. He seems to fall for every girl who shows him attention and soon forgets each one.
Y/N could say that she doesn’t like Roxie because it’s clear Roxie doesn’t really care about him, that she doesn’t know him and just wants to cling to someone with fame and power. And all those things are true; she doesn’t trust Roxie nor does she expect her to stick around. She says nothing, though, because what really eats at her is how much she resents the hell out of Tommy being so devoted to her.
Tommy introduces his parents to Y/N first, though. Not because she’s the most important, of course, but because she’s the first familiar face he sees after Doc as he’s giving his parents a tour of the set.
Tommy has mentioned his parents; his mother, a Greek immigrant and former beauty contestant and his father, an army vet. They seem too polite, too conventional for this place and yet Y/N can immediately see how someone like Tommy was able to emerge from what appeared to be a typical suburban upbringing; they clearly love him for everything he is. So she likes them and tries to stay composed when Tommy brushes his hand along the small of her back to introduce her.
“This is Y/N. She makes the magic happen. The lights, the dancers, the backdrop, all her ideas.”
Y/N laughs. “Not entirely true; it’s more collaborative than that. I just draw up the plans and make sure we have the right people and equipment to make them possible.”
“You storyboarded our first music video. Take some credit!” Tommy insists.
Y/N preens under the attention even as she tries to avoid what must be Mrs. Bass’s knowing gaze. “If you insist,” she says. “The business card says ‘production designer,’” she adds for the parents’s benefit.
“And you’re not married?” Tommy’s mother asks.
Y/N can feel herself blush. “Oh, no. Not at all!” she tries to laugh it off. “Got hired for the portfolio and I’ve been on board since.” She hears distantly Tommy gently admonish his mother and it doesn’t quite register. She should get out of here. His mother can probably tell what she thinks of her son and could easily bring it up. “Well, it was wonderful meeting you both,” she adds before finding an excuse to leave.
………..
“Did you hear Tommy proposed to Roxie?” Nikki asks as Y/N shows him several plans for the next leg of their tour.
Y/N feels like she’s been kicked in the gut. She keeps her face in repose and manages to speak.
“You think it’s gonna last?” she asks.
Nikki sighs. “I didn’t think it was gonna last this long. You know Tommy’s mom called her a groupie to her face?”
Y/N laughs; it’s cruel and she relishes in it. She has so few petty comforts she’s sure she can have this. “She’s not wrong,” she says as she packs up her drawings. “I mean, it’s not like she’d be interested in him if he wasn’t famous.”
Nikki sits back and watches her. “You would, though,” he tells her, and of course he notices her pause. Of course he noticed how she looks at his bandmate.
Y/N can’t look back at him. She manages to find her voice. “Does Tommy know?” she asks.
“Nah. He’s completely oblivious,” Nikki says.
“Well, good,” Y/N says faintly, and after setting everything into her portfolio briefcase, stands. “I think I need a drink.”
Nikki grins. “You joined the right band for it.”
……………………………
Tommy calls off the engagement as abruptly as he began it. Y/N didn’t see it, but apparently there was a fight involving him being stabbed in the back with a pen, him punching his fiancée in the face, and liberal use of the word “cunt.” Specifically, Roxie referring to Tommy’s mother as one. The driver drops Roxie off at a Phoenix bus stop with a bag filled with her clothes and no one speaks of her for the rest of the trip to the next venue.
The show goes off without difficulty and Y/N manages to find Tommy afterwards before he can disappear with a mountain of coke, a bottle of Jack, and a girl who looks nothing like Roxie to take his mind off of the dumb decision he’d been about to make.
“Hey, you alright?” she asks. She’s closer to him than she’d normally dare and as he turns around, she remembers just how much taller he is than she.
His eyes are wide but he seems neither upset nor inebriated. He looks her over once and asks, a little louder than Y/N would like, “Are you wearing make-up?”
Y/N shrugs and takes a step back, forcing herself to meet Tommy’s gaze. “One of the ladies was bored and offered to do some work on me before packing up,” she says. “Anyway, let me buy you a drink.”
“You don’t need to do that,” Tommy says, and for a moment, Y/N shrinks back, gets ready to apologize, to back away, to hide in her hotel room. It lasts only a moment. “But yeah, I’ll grab a drink with you.” He smiles at her and it seems genuine; everything he says and does feels earnest.
He leads her to the bar closest the venue, and packed as it is the patrons and bartenders make room for the two of them as they sidle up to the bar.
“A Jameson and ginger ale for me and whatever this guy wants,” Y/N says, and glances over at Tommy, who orders a double shot of Jack Daniels. They won’t have much time to themselves, of course. The other guys will join him and drag him to a private table, and before that fans are already lining up and getting ready for autographs.
“So, I guess you heard what happened,” Tommy says.
“Yeah.” Y/N takes a sip from her drink. “How are you holding up?”
“Fine, I guess.” He finishes his shot and signals for another. Y/N waits for him to say something else; Tommy always has something else to say.
He looks down at the bar, at his right hand as it rests against the polish wood. “I hit her,” he says, finally.
“I know,” Y/N tells him. Tommy glances up, looking alarmed. “I also know she screamed at you, cursed at you, cursed your mother, and tried to stab you with a pen before you did.” Y/N rubs her thumb along the condensation forming on the outside of her glass. “I’m not saying you did the right thing; I don’t condone punching people in the face. I am saying she provoked you, that she would have continued trying to provoke you, and that it’s good that you’re not together anymore.” She takes a sip from her drink.
Tommy keeps looking at her. “You didn’t like her, did you?” he asks.
Y/N leans her elbow on the bar and faces him; his eyes are very blue. “You’re right. I didn’t.”
“Why’s that?”
Y/N exhales. “I didn’t believe for a second that she loved you,” she says. “I thought she was using you.
“Listen, I get it. I get that you guys sleep with whoever and it’s no big deal. It’s casual and that’s how it’s supposed to be. But that’s for all the times there isn’t an emotional investment. When there is, though, if you decide to give that to someone, they sure as hell better deserve it. And she didn’t.”
It’s then that Y/N realizes she doesn’t remember the moment her favorite part of the job ceased to be seeing her designs and sketches put onstage, but instead every moment she gets to see Tommy. The crazy lifestyle, the weirdness, it doesn’t matter. She can take it. She wants this, wants every part of him. If she says anything else she’ll burst forth and say everything. For a few agonizing moments they sit in silence and she wants to lean forward, wants to bridge the inches between them. She could kiss him so easily.
“T-Bone!”
Why did neither of them notice Nikki come up to them?
“Come on, man. We got a room set up back. Bottle service, strippers, the works.” Nikki claps Tommy on the shoulder. “Gonna get you back on the horse in no time.”
Tommy looks over at Y/N. Y/N feels her throat constrict, wonders how she can possibly speak, and simply raises her glass in cheers and forces a little smile.
“I…” Tommy stands and motions for the bartender.
“I want you to put this on our tab. This and anything else the lady might want tonight,” he says, patting Y/N on the back.
“Have a good night,” he tells her as he follows Nikki to the back of the bar, and Y/N raises her glass once again before knocking back the rest of her drink.
“Another?”
Y/N pushes her glass forward. “Please.”
The bartender gets to work. “You know those guys?” he asks.
“I work for them,” Y/N tells him.
“Sounds like fun.”
She forces a smile. “It has its moments.”
She leaves two hours later after making very small talk with the bartender, ignoring horny barflies, and ordering several more drinks. She eventually gets a cab to the hotel before stumbling to her room and collapsing fully clothed on the bed. Good thing sober her made sure to schedule a wake up call with the front desk, because drunk her wouldn’t dream of waking up at eight AM—in five hours and presumably hungover.
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can i just talk about young nikki sixx for a sec? hes just perfect, pre motley nikki probably wasnt that interesting for most people, but goddamn. Id read a 40 chapter fic about young nikki fuckin about and getting into drama and learnin shit from blackie lawless.
dude, you can talk about young nikki as fucking much as you want, because i LOVE him. it’s really thrilling actually, trying to figure out the shit that happened to all crue members and which consequences did this shit lead to, but since nikki’s childhood is the most dramatic, he’s really, REALLY interestingi can make an alternative story here, yea?like, just imagine
When Nikki leaves home, he doesn’t know how to feel: free or left all alone. He wanders around the streets all night, trying to figure out what to do and how to feel. He gets mistaken for a hooker once, but when he swears loudly to the guys trying to buy him, they realise that’s a guy too and try to beat him up instead. He barely escapes and since then always carries a knife with himlife of a free man loses its appeal the next morning when Nikki becomes hungry. Shoplifting isn’t new for him, but now it turns from an easy way of getting something you want to an only way of making ends meet. Soon he gets caught, of course, and spends an unforgettable night in a police station, thinking of how he’ll be able to make it in a jail. He’s let off with a warning the next morning, and, of course, forgets everything he promised to policemen and god this night the moment he walks out of the station.
He tries to get a job, and even gets it, but doesn’t stay there too long - he, a future rockstar, washing dishes in a road cafe seems humilating to him. He starts regretting it quite soon, because parents of a guy in whose family’s car he had been sleeping found him and tried to contact Children’s services. Nikki surely doesn’t want to go to an orphanage, so he lies to them that he’ll return home and never appears near their house again. If there’s one thing Nikki is afraid, he’s sure, it’s having to spend four more years in an orphanage. Still, the problem with accomodation remains unsolved, and he has to stay under the bridge with other tramps.
The solution comes suddenly in appearances of two kind-hearted hookers who allow him to stay at their place until he finds a job. Nikki is absolutely satisfied with this, especially because the hookers often take clients to their place and Nikki has an access to free porn almost every night. He doesn’t know yet how it fucks up his sexual preferences, but that’s another story to tell. Ok, maybe it’s the same story, but it’ll pop up waaay later.
Once he finally gets used to all this, hookers disappear and he has to find a new place to live. For some time he walkabouts from one place of a friend he drinks/smokes with to another, but finally he gets fed up with that, because fuck, it doesn’t bring him anywhere near to his dream of becoming a rockstar. So he takes his guitar and hitchhikes to LA, the city of sins yet the city of angels. Ofc, problems follow him all the way, and one man tries to drive him to some deserted place and rape here. He loses interest in Nikki after he shows the guy his knife, but Nikki still has to get out of his car. Getting back to the highway takes time, and he spends the night near it, hungry and freezing. He feels so miserable all alone in the middle of nowhere he can’t help but cry that night, and after that he’s so ashamed he promises himself not to cry ever again.
The LA, big and bustling, full of stars and pretty girls and rock'n'roll, astonishs him to the bottom of his soul. Finally, it’s where he’s supposed to be, he feels. But all the girls and bands and possible future bandmates hang out on Sunset strip, and you need money to get there. And oh, you have to live somewhere and eat something. And Nikki starts shoplifting and pickpocketing because that’s way easier than find a job, and he becomes quite good at that.
However, one time he gets caught red-handed trying to steal from a tall long-haired creepy guy. At first the guy’s gonna beat him up, but then he changes his mind and orders Nikki to show him what he can do. And Nikki does, because the guy is really creepy. He likes Nikki’s style, he says, and offers him to join his gang of misfits just as Nikki, stealing, robbing and destroying cars. And well, it sounds pretty cool and Nikki agrees.
I feel like there’s some place for Blackie/Nikki at some point. I hope you’re not against it, i peesonally think that’s a very hot pairing. How should i call it, Blakki?
Anyway, the guy Blackie invites him to stay at his place until he finds himself his own. The first Nikki’s night there Blackie turns out to be not only into girls, but also guys, especially that one guy we’re talking about. Blackie is handsome and long-haired and also in a very cool band so Nikki has nothing against it.
They keep on going like this: working together at night, fucking and drinking at day. Maybe they’d once rob Tommy at some point, before them and Nikki meet each other.
After some time Nikki understands that this life is not the one he’d like to have. Not that he cares about morals, no, he’s just afraid that they’ll get caught at some point and he’ll go to jail. And then bye-bye to the career of a rockstar. But he doesn’t know how to make it all to the end, because Blackie extremely dislikes the idea of Nikki going away. And then, a miracle happens: he meets Tommy in a bar and they find out that they play really good together. Nikki remembers robbing Tommy, but he doesn’t, because he hadn’t seen Nikki’s face. So, Nikki mentions his problem with accomodation, and Tommy invites him to live in his trailer, yeah, the one he used to fuck his girlfriend in. And one night Nikki just disappears from Blackie’s life and moves there to start a rad new band with his new friend.
fuuuck, i must have written too much x) anyway, that’s how i see that perfect 40-charters fic you mentioned. Not gonna write it by myself now, but maybe someday… who knows, because i really like this.
p.s. can you please make your blog a sfw space, if possible?? safe mode doesn’t allow me to follow you :(
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The Game of Life
Title: The Game of Life
Author: tiddly-winx
Summary: A prequel to The FUNeral. You're an outstanding character when you meet a charming blonde and his friends.
Warnings: swearing, death and sickness, drug use
It was Christmas and you were spending it alone at the Troubadour. Your family didn't want you near them (save for your sister Kathy, 15 years old at the time). You rolled the blood packet meant for Halloween in your mouth waiting for some douchebag to tell you those words you heard so often. It didn't take too long for him to show up. Of course he was hammered when he slurred "Heeeeeey baybeh" he stumbled over to you "Wha's a pretty thang like you doin' all alone at Christmas?"
You brushed him off with "Lookin' to get laid" you rolled eyes, you had no intention of sleeping with someone too drunk to know what he was doing.
"I can do that, sweetheart" he put his arm around you "but you'd look much prettier if you smiled!"
That was the moment you'd been waiting for, so you bit down on the blood packet and pushed the fake blood out of your mouth, your teeth stained red, dripping onto the best ugly Christmas sweater you had in your arsenal. He recoiled and left you alone. You were relieved and wiped your face with your sleeve. and went along with your business.
At least you tried to go on with your business, but a voice behind you said "Hot damn girl! That was awesome!" you were annoyed at this but you turned to see four grown men dressed in glam rock costumes and more make-up than the prostitutes that worked the corners.
You glanced over and said "Thanks, It's a little late for Halloween don't you think?"
"We're the band!" the blonde one laughed, taking the comment in stride. "We're Motley Crue!"
"Huh" you said, unimpressed. You hadn't been paying attention to the music. You had been busy tinkering with a music box you had been working on-your job was an apprenticeship at a clock maker's shop. Music boxes were your hobby, and people were willing to pay you for them. This one was almost finished-all you had to do was fix the music source and paint it to the buyer's specifications and it would be done.
"You don't seem too enthusiastic" said one with black hair, all of it covering his face. All you could see was his nose, mouth and chin.
"Sorry" you were sincere in your apology "I just have a deadline to get this thing done by" you backed off and showed them.
"So why the fuck did you come out if you had to get it done?" the tall one said, confused.
"I didn't want to stay cooped up in my apartment at Christmas" you said, which was true.
"Tell ya what" the blonde one said "Take it back to your place then come on over to our place and party with us!" he put an arm around you "We'll give ya a Christmas you'll never forget" he winked.
"Sorry, not interested in that" you winked back. You knew what he meant "but I'll come over and get bombed with you!"
"That sounds cool!" the tall one said "I'm Tommy, this is Nikki" he patted the bassist's head, to which he growled "blondie over here's Vince and the old dude" he jutted his thumb to a man who couldn't be more than a few years older than they were "the man from Mars, Mick Motherfuckin' Mars!" the man in question gave a shy wave while nursing a bottle of vodka.
"I'm Y/N" you shook hand with them. You're place wasn't that far from their apartment so you climbed through the window like you'd seen other people do. Vince greeted you and helped you inside.
The whole apartment was popping with activity, people drinking, snorting, shooting up and fucking all around you. You didn't mind and joined in even, slapping some people's naked asses. "So why were you alone on Christmas?" Tommy asked "Don't you have a family?"
"Well yeah but they don't like me" you said, them telling you that you were the biggest mistake they'd ever made "guess they thought having me and getting married would save their relationship..."
Tommy looked away and said "Sorry..."
"Nah, I do have a little sister that likes me" you smiled, Kathy being the only one of your siblings that you actually liked. "When she turns 18 she's leaving my parents and coming to live with me".
"So you were an oopsie baby?" Nikki asked, Tommy shooting him a glare.
"Yep. Pretty much" you laughed, not taking offense at all.
Nikki chuckled "Yeah, me too" he extended his hand for a fist bump and you obliged him. He then offered you a line of coke, to which you happily snorted it up with one giant inhalation.
The next day, you woke up on their couch in the clothes you had on the night before. You stretched out and saw that a few other bodies where strewn around the floor and beds. Mick was the only one awake and trying to make breakfast with the filthiest equipment ever. You stopped him and said "Let's go to Denny's. My treat" you winked at him.
While you were eating, you asked "Why're you hanging around with those three wild animals? You seem way calmer than they are?"
"They're my band" he smiled warmly. "Though they may act like stupid rug monkeys most of the time, they're kinda like my family" you had to laugh at that, it was just too cute.
You decided to invite them over for dinner a few weeks after meeting them, on the condition they stay out of your room where you kept the music boxes that you were working on. They agreed and you had ordered Chinese, you couldn't cook to save your life and you wouldn't offend them by forcing them to eat your disgusting food. You heard a knock at your door and thinking it was the delivery guy you opened it, only to see one of your buyers demanding an unfinished product.
"It's not finished yet" you told him "I will give you a call when it is and you can come get it then" you tried to shut the door but he pushed his way in your apartment "Get out asshole!"
"I ordered from you three days ago! It should be done by now!"
"I told you it would be at least a month and you agreed to my terms!" you shouted at him.
"For three hundred bucks, I think you need to work harder! You ain't cheap! My daughter's birthday is tomorrow!"
"You should have thought about that and commissioned me a month ago then if you wanted it done by tomorrow!"
"I want you to do it for free, since you're so slow!"
You had heard this argument before from people who want your music boxes for free. "The materials and parts needed alone cost about 50 bucks, plus the time it takes me to build these things covers the whole price! What I do with one box in a month took me years to learn how to do. That's why I only charge $150 up front and $150 upon completion. I will NOT spend all my time working on YOUR box alone. I do have other customers, a job and a life outside of this. If you're unsatisfied I will give you the materials and you can make the damn box your own fuckin' self!" You did have a day job at the clock shop that paid your rent but this was something you enjoyed doing.
"I can just go to the toy store and buy one better!" he huffed "Since you don't want my business, I'll spread all shit about you and your boxes and tell people not to buy from you!"
"Whatever asshole!" you showed him out and into the arms of your dinner guests.
"This guy botherin' you Y/N?" Vince asked, taking a strong grip on the guys shoulder.
"Nah" you waved them off "Just another douche bag who wants my product for free" you had told them about people who refused to pay you for your boxes and how it happens more often that you'd like it to. "Come on in, the food's on it's way!"
You had a great dinner and let them sleep over, Vince and Nikki sleeping in your bed with you, all of you too hammered to be fucking at all. Tommy had taken up your couch while Mick was snoozing away in the chair.
A few years passed and the steady stream of people wanting your music boxes helped with the expenses. The band had made it big, and they were some of your best customers. They paid you much more than you asked for, you finding ways to slip their extra money back in their wallets. Gifts for their wives, girlfriends or children you took extra care with these ones.
You eventually bought a house right by Vince's place, you secretly having a small crush on him. The view was to die for, and you just loved the location. You were fond of his wife Sharice and his little girl Skylar, you babysitting when they needed a date night. Tonight you were working in the workshop when your doorbell rang. "Who could it be at this hour?"
You were expecting one of your friends but were totally shocked to see four year old Skylar on your doorstep, the poor thing crying her eyes out. "Skylar! What's wrong sweetheart?" you took her in and gave her a cup of hot chocolate.
"Mommy and Daddy are fighting" she sniffled. "It woke me up and scared me...so I went to a quiet place..."
You were livid at her parents, but you knew better than to take it out on the child. You let her sleep in your bed and after you knew she was asleep you picked up the phone and called Vince's house. Sharice answered the phone with "FOR FUCK'S SAKE WHAT?!" you pulled the phone away from your face until she was done screaming.
"Where's Skylar?" you asked, the other end of the line going silent.
"She's sleeping" Sharice snapped.
"I think you need to check" you advised "and put the phone in between you two. I need you both to hear this" you waited until you heard Vince comment that she wasn't in her room. "You both here?"
"Yeah were here" Sharice was panicking "Do you know where Skylar is?!"
"She's over here" you said flatly "she showed up at my house about an hour ago in her night clothes crying. She said your fighting woke her up and scared her" Vince and Sharice looked at each other, them not even seeing her leave the house.
"Can she stay over there for a few days while we try to sort things out?" Vince asked you, him on the verge of tears.
"Sure" you said, knowing all of Vince's vices and not daring to judge him on them. You had your own problems, and couldn't nag at him. It was like the pot calling the kettle black.
"I'll stop by later with some clothes and her toothbrush" Sharice added. You knew they were headed for a divorce, but the kid being dragged into it was unfair.
You were playing tea party with her when all of a sudden, Skylar burst into tears. "Hey now, honey" you hugged her to you "what's wrong?"
"Do Mommy and Daddy hate me?" she asked in her tears.
"What?! Honey, no!" you brushed her tears away "What on earth gave you that idea?"
"Me staying with you" she blew her nose on your shirt. "Why don't they see me?"
You were contemplating on how to explain what was going on with Vince and Sharice to their four year old. It wasn't your business to tell so you said "Mommy and Daddy are going through a rough patch and they're trying to work it out so you all can be happy..." she wouldn't be able to understand that Vince had a problem with keeping his dick in his pants or drugs and alcohol out of his body.
"You sure?" she sniffled.
"I'm positive" you said and booped her nose, making her giggle. A few days later, Vince came to your door with a sorrowful look in his eyes.
Skylar jumped on him, and gave him a big hug "Did you and Mommy work things out?"
He was trying to fake smile for the sake of his child "Not yet, baby. We're trying..." he looked at you and tears were rolling down his face. He quickly wiped them away when the little girl looked at him. "Come on, Mommy's in the car" he gathered her things and before he went out the door he said quietly "I'll be over later...I need a place to stay a few days..."
"Sure Vinny" you said quietly. You waited for him, and he came back a few hours later. He was on his way to being wasted but you cut him off, locking your liquor cabinet.
"We're gettin' a divorce" he cried on your counter "I fucked up royally..."
"Hey" you rubbed his back "she's not trying to keep you from seeing Sky, right?"
"No, she's not" he answered, "I'll have her every other weekend and she'll stay with Sharice the rest of the time.." he was shaking, Motley Crue about to go on tour and he wouldn't be able to see his daughter for a while.
You couldn't say anything, now was not the time for words. You needed just to be there for him.
A few months of uneventful bliss later was when you started to notice a change in yourself. You were having headaches more often, and they were increasing in severity and duration. Your sister Kathy had been living with you and she too noticed. It was the day you had a seizure while working on a music box, that prompted Kathy to drag you to the doctor.
You hated doctors, but your life would change forever. You had been given a diagnosis of brain cancer, and had the options of how you wanted to do your treatments. You opted to go in and have them done through your arm. You and Kathy kept everything under wraps as long as you could but the jig was up when Nikki rolled up your sleeve and saw your scars from the needles. He glared at you, having been sober for a while "You been shooting up?!"
You pulled your arm away and said "It's not what you think, Nikki..."
"Then what is it?" he asked snarkily.
You and Kathy looked at each other and sighed "I have brain cancer. These are from my chemo treatments..." his face fell and looked like he was about to cry.
"Why didn't you say anything?" he asked after he composed himself.
"Y'all have your own problems" you said, taking a swig of beer. "You don't need me to add my baggage to the mix."
"Does anyone else know?" he asked quietly.
"No" you answered "And don't you say anything to anyone." He promised that he'd keep his mouth shut.
Later that night, you saw an ambulance drive past your house and to Sharice's. You looked on in horror as you saw the little one being loaded into the vehicle. You thought about calling Vince, but you knew Sharice would call him as soon as possible.
He called you the next day, through drunken sobs he said "She's got stomach cancer...my baby's got stomach cancer" your own heart sank at the news. You went to go pick him up from the bar and take him back to your house.
You visited Skylar in the hospital as much as you could, your own sickness taking a backseat to comfort the family. You eventually had to come clean and admit your own cancer to Vince, who just hugged to you him close. The day that little girl died, you were getting a treatment and you went to the children's ward to visit. You knew from the way the family was positioned around the bed and the crying, that she was gone. You stayed out in the hallway and cried silently to yourself.
When they all filed out, they didn't even have to ask before you said "Y'all can stay with me" you knew it would be a tough road the next few months for them but you'd be there. Your boxes took a back seat, you informing your buyers and refunding their money. You needed to keep working on them to keep your mind busy. The day that your hands wouldn't stop shaking you knew this cancer would kill you.
You were handling your tools when out of nowhere your hands began to shake. Vince was in the other room and heard you throw your tools to the floor and curse. He just held your hands until they stopped shaking. You would live in your house for a few months, but you were deteriorating quickly. The only person you allowed to see you was Kathy.
You were new bed bound, not able to do anything for yourself. Kathy was right there, doing everything for you. You felt you weren't long for this world, you asked her to call your lawyer. You'd had to use him multiple times when people tried to sue you for not giving them the boxes when they refused to pay. You won all those cases and kept him on. "Hello Miss Y/N" he said as he looked at your skeleton frame.
"Hey Mr. Gibbs" you tried to smile, but even that hurt. "Have a seat."
"You called me here to draft your last will and testament?" he asked.
"Yeah" you sighed "What I want at my funeral..."
"Okay" he said and took out a note pad and pen "What would you like to have done?"
"Have them dress me up in a clown costume, with full make up and a big red nose that honks like a goose" he looked up at you in confusion.
"E-excuse me?"
"You heard me" you mocked "Clown costume and make-up" you had to take a break to catch your breath.
"Right" he let you take as much time as you want "your casket?"
"Pumpkin Orange" you coughed "and Halloween decorations..."
He knew at this point that it was pointless to argue with you and wrote down what you wanted. "No black..." you wheezed.
"What?" he looked up.
"Nobody wears black" you said "anyone wearing black at my funeral will be sent home to change, or wear the ugliest clothes Kathy can find..."
"And for the luncheon afterward?"
"Roast squid and duck. Both with their eyes still on...plus some normal food. I doubt that anyone would touch something that had it's eyes looking at them...."
"Who do you want to give the eulogy?"
"Kathy" you said, needing a break again "Tell people to bring a drink to open before she gives the eulogy..."
"Who do you want me to call first at the time of your death?"
"Vince Neil" you said with no question. "Then Nikki Sixx, Mick Mars and Tommy Lee..."
"That concludes your funeral arrangements...how about your assets?"
"They all go to Kathy" you said "She's taken care of me like a baby, now it's my turn to take care of her..."
"I see, and your remains?"
"Cremation" you took a deep, ragged breath "turn my ashes into rings for my four best friends..."
With the business concluded, he bid you adieu and finalized the paperwork. You turned your head to the side and you saw a face most welcome "Hey Sky"
"Hi Miss Y/N!" she was excited to see you after so long. She was just as you remembered her when she was healthy.
"You here to take me to Heaven?" you said, the pain easing up.
"Yep!" she was kicking her legs in the seat, them not being able to touch the floor "So you wouldn't be scared when you went!"
"I see" you smiled at her "Thank you, you'll be wonderful guide" you closed your eyes and the last bit of life escaped your body. Your spirit sat up, Skylar had extended her hand and you took it asking "What's Heaven like?"
"A beautiful dream" the little girl answered "You'll love it!" you and Skylar walked hand in had towards the light.
#motley crue#mötley crüe#the dirt#nikki sixx#tommy lee#vince neil#mick mars#motley crue imagine#mötley crüe imagine#nikki sixx imagine#tommy lee imagine#vince neil imagine#mick mars imagine#not mine#submission
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