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angrylizardjacket · 4 years

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the band with no name {Douglas Booth} Part 3

A/N: 3050 words. Is this good? i genuinely don’t know.

[PART 2]

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“I’m not getting a tattoo,” Douglas tells Colson flatly on Friday, still using his Nikki accent, arms crossed in between takes. They’re milling around on the Starwood set for the band’s first gig, and Douglas is in a pair of bright red, plastic boots with a considerable heel, that come all the way up his thighs, and pinch his toes. He’s already in a mood, he doesn’t need Colson’s shit-eating grin.

“I never said -” Colson tries, but he’s still grinning, can’t help himself.

“You implied,” Douglas frowns, shifting his weight on his feet. It didn’t help, “I’m not just going to show up where she works and pretend like I’m going to be a customer, that’s- it’s disingenuous, man,” the English accent slips out a little, but he corrects himself quickly, “and it’s stalking.”

“It’s not stalking -”

“It is if I’m not going to actually get a tattoo,” Douglas raises his eyebrows, watching as Colson spins idly on his drum stool.

“Fine, I’ll get a tattoo, and you can come for moral support or whatever,” he shrugs.

“Still kind of sounds like stalking,” Daniel adds from the edge of the stage, where he’s patiently sitting while a makeup assistant applies fake blood to his cheek. Beside her stands Jonah, the production assistant, diligently holding the bottle cap full of red liquid she was working from. They share a quietly amused look before Jonah glances at Colson, and the woman goes back to work.

“He’s not wrong,” Jonah agrees, and Colson throws his head back with an exasperated groan.

“And Corey said he’d personally skin you if you got any tattoos during filming,” the makeup assistant reminded him. Colson swore under his breath, scowling at the memory, but conceding defeat.

“When’s her gig?” Iwan asked from where he’d been sitting on his amp, texting and drinking water.

“Saturday,” Douglas said with an immediate smile. Thankfully no-one was looking at him enough to call him on it.

“Where?” Daniel asks, a hint of mischief in his voice.

“Around,” Douglas answered evasively, expression souring almost immediately.

“Is that a club, or...?” Colson asks, trying to be discrete where he was pulling out his phone. Douglas kind of regrets roping any of them into this.

“Where she’s playing doesn’t matter, because none of you are going, okay?”

“Come on, man, don’t you trust us?” Said by Colson, trying his best to pull off puppy-dog eyes in his Tommy Lee costume and hair, is the absolute last thing that would help Doulgas trust him, or any of them.

“Absolutely not,” though he’s smiling a little at their antics.

“You’re the one who wanted our help,” Daniel throws over his shoulder, and the makeup assistant tells him to stay still.

“You assholes couldn’t keep your noses in your own business; I didn’t ask for any of this.”

“They’re playing Casa Cristo at ten tomorrow night,” Colson announces, blatantly ignoring Douglas, whose whole expression has scrunched into something sour by the time Colson looks back up. He holds out his phone, showing off a photo of your band with the date and time superimposed over it, “it’s on their story.” He says by way of explanation.

“How far away is that?” Iwan asks, and the makeup assistant pauses, and looks to Jonah.

“Fifteen minute drive?” She asks, and they confirm with a nod. Douglas’ dawning horror is kind of funny to watch.

“Have a little bit of faith in us,” Iwan said, with as much of an apologetic smile as he could manage.

“You,” Douglas looked to him, “I have mild faith in; you’re not the one I’m worried about.” At that, both Daniel and Colson make noises of outrage at the implication.

“I’ve been helping you!” Colson exclaimed, betrayed, and Douglas gave him a sidelong glance.

“And honestly, you were doing great at it until you suggested I should find out where she works and get a whole tattoo just to spend time with her.”

“I never suggested -!”

“You implied!”

During the entire car ride to your gig the following day, Douglas strongly contemplates sending you an apology in advance. Literally everyone in the car, including Jonah, who was driving, and the makeup assistant, Ally, who’d tagged along because she’d become invested after they’d filled her in on the fake-band deal, tells him it’s a bad idea.

“We’ll be fine, there’s nothing to apologise for, we’re not gonna helicopter parent,” Colson teased, trying to pinch at Douglas’ cheek, though he slapped him away.

“That kind of shit is exactly what I’m afraid of,” Douglas warned him, pointing a stern finger at him.

“We’ll hold him back,” Daniel says with a half smile; he’s been trying to act less nosy and more trustworthy since yesterday, apparently taking Douglas’ words to heart.

“We’ll try,” Iwan grins, as if momentarily possessed by the spirit of Mick Mars, about to watch his bandmates cause havoc and do very little to stop it. Why was Daniel the one Douglas had been worried about again?

Anyways, nosy bastards the lot of them.

Casa Cristo is already thumping with music by the time they all arrive, fashionably late at ten thirty, all still sporting the remnants of their makeup after filming had wrapped for the day.

When they walk in, AC/DC’s You Shook Me All Night Long is just beginning, and you’re on stage, backlit by the LED parcans you’d brought to add a little something extra to the performance, sculling a pint of water like your life depended on it while the other two thirds of your band’s trio played through the opening of the song.

“She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean; she was the best damn woman that I’ve ever seen,” you leaned into your microphone with a sharp smile as you looked out at the crowd and the dancefloor.

Like always, you’re a sight to behold, in black ripped jeans this time, and a shirt that was more hole than fabric, showing off your fancy bra beneath. There’s what looks to be a leather jacket in a heap beside your bass amp, and you’re rocking in time with the beat as you play your bass.

“That her?” Ally asks over the music; everyone nods in confirmation, “she’s hot as hell; you’ve got good taste.” Douglas can’t help his smile as he moves to the bar to order a drink. The song leads into I Was Made For Loving You by KISS, and then Cum On Feel The Noize, after which the set came to an end, and you promised to be back. The guitarist stops you before you head into the crowd, and the two of you talk in low voices for a moment before he points directly at the gaggle of actors sitting to the back of the room.

Your expression lights up when you spot them. Douglas pretends his heart doesn’t leap at the sight. Jonah head to the courtyard to smoke, joined by Daniel and Iwan, while Ally had headed to the bar, leaving, thankfully, only Douglas and Colson.

You head to the bar first to get a drink, but once you have, you make a beeline for them.

“The band with no name, back again; I don’t know if I should feel flattered or threatened,” you grin, bright and sincere as you say it, joining them at the table they’d commandeered. You’re a little sweaty from rocking out, shining and a little ethereal in the dim club lights.

“We’re scoping out the competition,” Colson grins, titling his glass to you to cheers, which you comply with happily.

“I think that means we have to play some Crue to show you how it’s done,” you answer in kind, shifting your weight on your feet, turning to face Douglas, “how about it? Think I could show you a thing or two?”

“I’d say it’s a good thing Nikki Sixx was busy if it means I get to learn a thing or two from you instead,” Douglas hears himself say, and for a single instant, he’s terrified he’s blown his cover. Your mouth falls open in flustered shock, and your eyes go wide, something pleased amid the surprise in your expression. Colson is holding very still in an effort to not draw attention to himself.

Suddenly, you duck your head, muttering that he’s far too kind, unable to look him in the eye. When you finally do manage to regain your composure, you ask if he wants anything to drink, gesturing to his mostly empty cup.

“It’s fine, I can -” he tries to save you the trouble, but you insist that it’s no trouble.

“You can buy me one later,” and okay there’s absolutely no way to miss the flirty tone of your voice. Douglas really hopes the lights are hiding his slight flush, because he knows they’re absolutely not hiding his own pleased grin.

As you head to the bar, Colson lets out the breath he’d aparently been holding, eyes wide and grin wider as he looks at Douglas.

“What?” Douglas snaps, still feeling the heat in his cheeks.

“That was smooth as hell, my dude,” Colson tells him sincerely, and Douglas lets himself be a little smug.

“You know I do know how to chat up a girl, right?” He asks, and Colson raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Never said you couldn’t.”

“Just took me a bit to figure out Y/N; I’m not bad at it when I kind of know who I’m talking to.”

“Not bad a it?! Fuck, man, that was a bullseye; she’s literally buying you a drink -”

“Who?” Daniel asked, rejoining the group, alongside Ally, who was nursing an espresso martini.

“Turns out Doug’s actually got some game,” Colson smirked, though Douglas just rolled his eyes.

“Of course he has,” Daniel said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “look at his face; that jawline’s got more game than half the guys in here.”

“And the eyeliner,” Ally added with an appreciative nod, which Daniel agreed with easily. At least they were being supportive. By the time you come back, Ally’s trying to reapply eyeliner to Daniel’s waterline and he’s concerned that she won’t be able to see what she’s doing in the dim light and will poke him in the eye.

“I’ll poke you in the eye on purpose, stop moving!” She yelled, his chin held tight between her fingers. You placed the drink down in front of Douglas, slotting easily into the space beside him, agonizingly close, almost touching him but not quite. You watch with confused amusement fore a few moments before Ally finishes up with a flourish; she seems surprised to see you there, and does a double take.

“Y/N,” you offer with a smile, holding out your hand, “are you the one responsible for their eyeliner? Because I must say, I definitely appreciate it,” you grin sharply. Ally shakes your hand after capping her eyeliner and shoving it back in her pocket.

“Ally, and yes, I’m the band’s stylist,” she lies easily, and your eyebrows raise.

“That first gig’s going to be something spectacular if they already have a stylist,” you muse.

“We have a name now too,” Daniel adds, blinking rapidly, trying to clear the tears from his eyes from where they’d been watering from the makeup. You make a noise of intrigue, and Douglas buries his face in his free hand, “The Fourskins.”

“The Fourskins.” You say tentatively, as if trying to hold back laughter, leaning in just enough that your shoulder was touching Douglas’s.

“Because there’s four of us and we play without shirts,” Colson adds, and Douglas chokes on his drink momentarily. If you ever end up watching The Dirt, you’re probably going to end up throttling them all for thinking that this was at all subtle.

As it stands, however, you just nod, and turn the name over in your mind, finally declaring that it works. It’s not long before Iwan and Jonah come back with your drummer in tow, and as soon as your saying hello to the other two, you’re being called back on stage.

“This next one’s for you guys!” You called over your shoulder with a grin as you’re slipping through the crowd towards the stage. The six at the table all chattered amongst themselves, trying to guess which song you’d play; Kickstart My Heart, Take Me To The Top, and Live Wire were all pretty far at the top of the list. After a brief chat with your band, however, you’d turned your bass back on and leaned into the microphone, giving a very distinctive laugh.

And you start to play She Goes Down.

“I think I love her,” Colson snorted, a sentiment which was echoed by both Iwan and Ally, while Douglas tried to keep his composure, which was a struggle with what your voice was doing and how your body was moving to the almost syrupy bass line.

“Flat on my back she goes down,” your eyes flutter close at the bridge, practically making love to the song with your voice going low and seductive, “for backstage pass, she goes down. With all of my friends, she goes down. She gives heart attack, she goes,” you croon, your eyes opening as a grin spreads across your lips and you slam into the final chorus.

The idea that Motley Crue wrote so much about sex had never exactly registered for Douglas, it was just kind of the done thing back in the hair metal scene. It seems like a good majority of songs were either about sex or drugs or both, and but hearing the recording, he’d never been fully aware of the suggestive power of the songs until this moment. Maybe it’s the difference between knowing Nikki Sixx now in 2018, and hearing and seeing you in 2018 sing it live that makes all the difference.

Because he’s trying desperately to commit your entire performance of the song to memory.

“Nikki and Tommy would fucking love this,” Colson adds, to almost universal agreement as the next song began.

The night is joyful and exuberant, and much to Douglas’s surprise, you seem to be spending most of your time between sets with him and the other actors, though judging by the other’s reactions, he shouldn’t be so surprised.

“She’s into you,” Ally told him bluntly, the two of them together at the bar while the others were outside in the cool night air. She spoke to him as if speaking to an idiot, which he resented, “why are you surprised she wants to spend time with you?”

“I’m just...” and he sighed deeply, “I’m just worried that me or one of the guys is going to slip up somehow, and she’ll only want to be around me because of the movie.”

“I don’t think she’s like that,” Ally said softly, patting him on the shoulder.

“And I don’t know her well enough to be able to agree,” Douglas admitted; for all that he liked you, he still wasn’t quite able to discern how you’d react to him playing Nikki Sixx in the band’s upcoming biopic. He didn’t even want to bring up the film for fear of you connecting the dots.

“Then get to know her,” she suggests, as if it’s that easy.

Somehow, having confirmation from Ally that you were into him was easier to believe than from the guys.

After you’ve played your final song for the night and said your goodbyes to the crowd, as the crowd’s chatter grows louder, though some are already moving on to a new venue. You coil leads and haul amps around with the speed and efficiency of someone twice your age, so focused that it’s almost mesmerizing.

The rest of the cast is making plans to move on, but as you’re taking the last of your things out to the station wagon outside, he knows the only way he’ll be able to see you again without being chaperoned by one of his nosy friends is by asking you out.

You’re out by the car, guitar case in one hand, holding the passenger door open with the other, talking about something with the drummer who was waiting in the driver’s seat. Then you spot him through the glass of the pub doors, watching with hesitation, and you smile at him warmly. You stow your guitar case in the back seat of the car, amid milk crates of leads and microphone stands, and make your way to the door.

As Douglas steps outside, he hears the drummer call ‘I’m leaving in five, with or without you’ but you ignore him.

“Great show, as always,” Douglas smiles, letting the door close behind himself, giving the two of you a modicum of privacy.

“But you’ve only seen us perform twice,” you say with slight hesitation.

“And you’ve been consistently good,” he points out, and you’re grinning again, all bashful and pleased, contrasting your fuck off attire, “can I ask when you’re free this week?”

“You certainly can,” you rock back on your heels, eyes shining, “it’s what I came over here to ask you, actually.”

“My uh, my day job’s kind of weirdly scheduled, so it’d probably be easier for me to work around you,” he admitted, and your eyebrow rose, intrigued.

“Day job?”

“It’s complicated,” and thankfully you didn’t pry.

“Well, my band rehearses Tuesday and Thursday, but I’m free during the week after five thirty; do you wanna grab dinner some time?” You asked, hopeful. Douglas’s lips curved into a smile and he nodded.

“I’ll check my schedule tonight and talk to you tomorrow, how about that?”

“Sounds like a date!” You enthuse, and make a step towards the car, but Douglas can’t help himself.

“I enjoyed She Goes Down, by the way,” he says, and when you turn around your smile is sharp as knives as mischief twinkles in your eyes.

“Oh, I’m sure you did, and I’m sure you will,” you wink at him, “we’ll see how the date goes.”

He watches you leave, his whole face amusingly red as he tries not to dwell on your implications, and he realises that you may very well be the death of him. Not that he’s complaining.

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“Hey Amanda, do you and Brit have plans tomorrow night?” Sammi asked with her big red lips phone against her ear painting her toenails on her desk. Crickets echoed into Sammi’s room with her window open and the radio playing softly into the background. Her desk lap gave the room a dim comfort feeling as the night grew. “No, I don’t have anything. I know Britney wanted to go on a double date with some frat guys that have no brains. Why, what were you thinking of doing?” Amanda responded from her line, eating a lollipop on the window sill. Sammi sighed preparing herself on how to convince Amanda. “So Tommy and his new band are playing tomorrow in the city, I’m assuming on the strip. They invited me to go and I want you guys to come with me. It’ll be fun and we get some drinks in us” Sammi said in a happy voice while listening to pure nerving silence from the other end. Amanda sucked on her lollipop while looking outside contemplating how to respond.

“Listen Sammi you know how to feel in general about the punks. They’re just not my type of scene. They act all high and mighty.” Amanda said hearing Sammi huff. “But they aren’t punks! They’re a different type of scene, I don’t know how to describe it. Also, they’re actually really good! I heard the whole band today. Vince is a pretty good singer.” Sammi closed the purple nail polish bottle with a smile. Amanda rolled her eyes at the sound of Vince Neil's name. The blonde ran her fingers through her hair walking over to her bed. “Yeah well just because they sound good doesn’t mean their egos aren’t big.” Sammi tried to not bite her nails as she felt this conversation slowly go south. She knew Amanda had a point in terms of big egos. She was able to see Nikki’s as soon as they met. Vince always had an ego ever since he was a teenager. But that didn’t make them bad guys, right? “Look I know what you mean but it’s still my brother and I want to support him,” Sammi mumbled her eyes falling on a polaroid of Tommy drinking a bottle of Jack Daniels on her wall. “Is it at Starwood or the grimy Whisky place?” Amanda asked rolling her eyes to the back of her head. Sammi smiled a bit, “I don’t know but if it’s Starwood would you agree to go?”. Amanda groaned before agreeing to make Sammi excited. “Yay! I’ll call Tom right now and tell you in the morning!” Sammi said gleefully hanging up and punching in the number to the Motley House.

After a few rings, someone finally picked up with loud noise going on in the background. “Hello?!” someone yelled on the other line. “Uh hey who’s this?” asked Sammi with scrunched eyebrows. “Oh, Sammi! It’s Vince!” Vince yelled as loud as he could due to the party happening in the apartment. “Hold on one sec, I’m gonna use the phone in my and Tommy’s room.” Vince put Sammi on hold before walking into his shared bedroom. He noticed Mick sleeping on Vince’s bed like a mummy. It was the only actual bed in the room with Tommy’s mattress on the floor. Vince picked up the telephone off the floor and put it up against his ear. “Sorry Sammi, people came over after Tom and Nik came from the diner. What’s up?” Vince said quietly sitting on the bed trying not to wake the guitarist. Sammi smiled as she played with the phone cord. “Um well I don’t know if Tommy told you, but I’m gonna go to your guys show tomorrow. Nikki was nice to invite Athena and me but never told me where exactly.” Sammi said laying down on her bed. Vince raised an eyebrow to himself with slight confusion at Nikki being nice. “Oh well, that’s nice of Nikki to invite you. You know I would’ve done it but I know you live pretty far, don’t want you driving back home too late.” Vince said hearing something break in the apartment. “That’s sweet, Vince. I just want to support Tommy and you also.” Sammi said staring up at her ceiling. “Does that mean you’ll start coming to all of our shows then? For Tommy?” Vince asked hearing Mick slowly wake up from his nap. Sammi thought for a moment, “Well I’d try to come out to every single one in L.A. Why do you want me at every show?” the redhead asked. Vince smirked thinking on how to take this. He could be a suave playboy or remember this is Sammi he’s talking to. Vince shook his head and cleared his throat avoiding the question. “The show is at the Starwood it’s on Santa Monica Boulevard. We start at 8 so get there early to not wait in line too long.” Vince said wishing he had a beer in his hand right now. “Okay, thanks for the info. I don’t wanna keep you from your party anymore. Goodnight, Vinny.” Sammi yawned looking over at her clock. “Goodnight, Sunny. Sweet dreams.” Vince said hanging up the phone before a reply turning to see Mick be awake and sitting up. Sammi stared into space for a moment before putting down the phone on the floor next to her bed. ‘He remembers?’

Mick raised an eyebrow at the blonde remaining silent. “The fuck you looking at Mick?” Vince asked getting up. “Nothing, just curious as to when you told girls to have sweet dreams,” Mick said slowly getting up from the bed stretching his back. Vince rolled his eyes walking out and almost tripping on the mattress. The rockers walked to the kitchen, seeing chaos in the living room remain. Vince got two beers, passing one to Mick. “I can be a gentleman! It’s Sammi so I have to be nice to her.” Vince took a sip from his beer still feeling Mick’s unimpressed eyes on him. “And calling her Sunny?” Mick asked. “I called her names all the time when she was younger! Just ask Tommy!” Vince yelled through the loud music trying to defend his kindness for Sammi. “Whatever you say Blondie” Mick walked away from Vince sitting with the coked-out terror twins. Vince took a sip of his beer noticing a heavy chested brunette walking his way. “Hey are you in the band?” the brunette asked running her hand down Vince’s neck. “What the fuck do you think?” Vince said with a smirk taking the brunette’s hand and leading her to his bedroom. As Mick noticed the couple closed the door, he turned his attention to Tommy snorting another line of coke. “Hey Tommy, did Vince ever call your sister Sunny when you were younger?” Mick asked as Tommy lifted his head for air. Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose trying to remember. “Uhh no. Sunny is something my dad called Sammi when she was little. Why?” Tommy asked the alien. “Doesn’t matter. Just something I thought I heard.” Mick said sipping on his beer.

The next day, Sammi walked around the mall trying to find something to wear for tonight. She wasn’t in the same style as the girls that go to rock shows and never had a thought about changing her style. She barely even had one to change, Sammi mostly mimicked Amanda once they met. Amanda was the fashionable one out of the three. ‘I am gonna be 19 soon, maybe I should change it up’ Sammi thought looking at a tight black dress from the window with fishnet stockings. “Gag me with a spoon, please tell me you’re not going to get that dress?” Amanda said putting her arm around Sammi to her left and Britney giggling to her right. The blondes had just gotten out of work with perfect timing to help their friend. “No... I wasn’t actually, but I am glad you’re here to help me” Sammi said with a forceful smile to the two girls. “Well rock shows aren’t our thing but it is an excuse to be cute,” Britney said pulling Sammi towards a store called Pretty Pretty. “Yeah I don’t think what we wear is club-worthy,” Sammi said touching every garment from the racks. “Maybe that’s because we aren’t even meant to be those places. I mean I swear it’s like guys just stare at anything with tits.” Amanda said pulling out a fitted purple and white striped tank top. “Here Sammi gets this, you can wear jeans with them.” Amanda passed her the top walking away to help Britney. Sammi didn’t abject to Amanda and went along with her advice. She took the top to the cashier to pay for it looking over at Britney paying for a pink dress. With a nice smile to the cashier lady, Sammi strolled to the fitting rooms with Britney. “So is it true that your brother’s band’s lead singer is Vince?” Britney asked with hopefulness. Sammi gave a thin-lipped smile to her friend. “Yeah, Vince is the singer. They’ve known each other since high school actually.” Britney gasped grabbing Sammi’s arm. “Oh my gosh! Does that mean you can introduce us? I tried to get with him at a house party but some stuck up blonde pulled him away.” Britney said with a pout. “Sorry, Brit. Vince has a girlfriend. Who I actually met and I completely agree she is pretty stuck up. We’ll find you, someone, don’t worry, just not at the Starwood.” Sammi said gently squeezing Britney’s shoulder noticing Amanda walk out of the fitting room. “Britney do not go near Vince that also goes for you to Sammi.” Amanda said paying for her white dress. The three girls continued to walk around the mall before Sammi’s eyes fell back to the store with the black dress. “Hey, girls I just remember I need to go to the store to get my paycheck. I forgot it the other day.” Sammi lied in hopes the blondes will believe her. Amanda crossed her arms and eyed Sammi trying to look through her. Sammi resisted the urge to bite her nails and slowly stepped backward. “I’ll meet you guys at the Starwood with Athena.” Sammi said with a smile. “Okay, we’ll see you guys there! Come on Amanda, I wanna check out G.A.P!” Britney said looping her arm with Amanda’s dragging her towards a different direction.

Sammi sighed in relief before walking into the rock-esque store looking to see if the dress could be in her size. After closing looking through multiple racks, Sammi lucky saw the special dress up close and quickly tried it on. The thin strapped dress fit her like a glove and way too short for Tommy’s approval. Just covering her butt, Sammi smoothed out any wrinkles admiring the shiny leather fabric. It didn’t suffocate her like she thought it would and boosted her confidence. If Sammi was going to go to more of Motley Crue’s show, she might as well dress the part. Before walking out of the fitting room, Sammi’s attention was caught by a silver leather jacket hung in the corner. ‘Well shit, guess it’s my lucky day’ Sammi thought grabbing the jacket and paying to get the hell out of there.

“Sammi, how the hell are you going to sneak back into the house wearing that?” Athena asked from the bathroom doorway looking at her younger sister get ready. Sammi got a bottle of hairspray, lightly spraying her hair trying not to look ridiculous. “I was hoping Dad wasn’t going to be awake so I can run upstairs.” said Sammi. Athena looked at her sister one last time before going back to her room to change. Athena didn't know what to think about Sammi's Sudden Change in attire. Usually, she would try not to be the center of attention, but maybe she got the confidence out of nowhere somehow. “Alrighty Athena, I'm ready whenever you are.” Sammi said putting on bootie heels matching the dress perfectly in the small living room. Athena walked out wearing leather pants with a matching bralet grabbing her keys. “Come on it’s already going to be 7.” said Athena walking out with Sammi following.

After pulling up a block away, Sammi and Athena walked up to the Starwood quickly finding Amanda and Britney waiting line. “Hey, Amanda! Brit!” Sammi yelled seeing the girls turn around. Amanda immediately gave a fixed glare at Sammi’s outfit before saying anything. “Hey, you girls look so good!” Britney said giving both the Lee sisters a welcoming kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, nice dress Sam.” Amanda said pressing her lips tightly together forcing a smile. While oblivious to Sammi, Athena took a quick note at Amanda’s demeanor before kindly saying hi to her. Athena eyed Amanda for a bit while the four girls walked through the line looking at the young girls' mannerisms towards Britney and Sammi. Tommy was always saying how he never liked Amanda, but Athena could never see it. Maybe he was right about something? As the four girls finally entered the club, it was completely packed to the brim of people. The first thing to catch Sammi’s eye was the bedsheet hung to hide the stage in the back. Men drinking heavily talking about Motley, young women with their tits almost completely out bickering on who was the cutest from the band. Sammi never has seen anything like this but she could get used to it. Athena led the girls to bar ordering jack and coke for everyone without any consideration. “Here you go, girlies! Cheers to the boys' show!” Athena yelled enthusiastically clanking the glasses together. “Cheers!” Sammi said with a smile, continuing to look around. From the far left in the back of the club, Tommy peeked from the corner of the hallway leading to the back searching for his sisters. It was important to him that everything went right tonight and they had a kickass show. “Hey, T-Bone whatcha looking for?” Nikki said coming up from behind looking over Tommy’s shoulder. “I’m trying to see if I can find my sisters. We gotta play a dope-ass show tonight. I wanna make them proud of their big brother.” Tommy said with a giant smile. Nikki smirked slightly walking back to the rest of the guys to tune his bass. He caught Vince stretching his new leather pants and Mick taking small sips out of a Vodka bottle. “Come on we got five minutes! Lets fucking go!” Tommy said running and jumping into the backroom hitting all the guys with excitement. All the guys groaned tailing behind Tommy to the stage. Tommy positioned himself in his drum set looking over at Mick and Nikki stepping on the kick pedal grabbing the attention from behind the sheet.

Right on cue, everyone rushed to the stage once hearing the deep sound of the bass drum. Athena quickly grabbed Sammi’s hand trying to get to the front, pushing every huge guy and groupie insight. At about 10 feet from the stage with one quick pull of the sheet, the girls saw all the guys' belt out Live Wire with Vince running on stage. It was electrifying as Sammi looked up with flashing eyes and a dimpled smile. The boys were incredibly in sync, taking over the entire stage. She looked at Tommy bang on the drums like no tomorrow with a passion. She looked over at Nikki and would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit he didn’t look amazing putting all his might to the bass. Mick looked like he was in his little world, only caring for playing his heart out. Watching them practicing was only the tip of the iceberg to show off their skills. They owned the entire club and they all knew it. After looking at the guys one by one, Vince was able to make eye contact with Sammi and only Sammi. Girls around him tried to get his attention by touching his legs, but Vince only cared for Sammi in the sea of people. He gave her a wink before spinning on the balls of his feet starting a new song. Sammi looked down for a moment smiling softly not noticing Amanda's side-eyeing her. “We like to thank everyone for coming out tonight. We have two special ladies in the crowd with us tonight. Our drummer Tommy’s sisters!” Vince yelled in the mic pointing directly at Sammi and Athena. “You two and your friends can come to the back once this over in a minute. Only them though. Well, maybe you girls right here.” Vince said kneeling in front of the groupies smirking at them. “You sure you want to go party with them after this?” Amanda whispered closely into Sammi’s ear. Sammi turned her head looking at her friends for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, it’ll be fun. It won't be too long.” Sammi said with a tight-lipped smile. Sammi took quick note at Beth strut up to the stage pushing the groupies aside to kiss Vince. Britney looked over at Sammi with a pout noticing Sammi’s discomfort.

Once the show ended, everyone in the club scattered like ants to get more drinks or try to party with the band. Sammi started heading her way for another drink until a rough hand lightly grabbed her arm. Sammi quickly turned ready to hit someone assuming it was a drunk guy. “Woah! Sorry to scare you Sammi!” Vince said with his hands in the air chuckling. Sammi exhaled with a smile, happy to see the shaggy blonde. “Sorry, the guys here don’t make me comfortable.” Sammi said smiling slightly. Vince shrugged his shoulders looking around at some guys eyeing Sammi like a prime rib. He swallowed hard thinking of guys like him hitting on Sammi in a place like this. “You guys were awesome by the way. It was so nice seeing Tommy rock out like that.” Sammi said snapping Vince out of thought. Vince smiled at Sammi’s comments forgetting Beth in the back. “Thank you. I really appreciate you coming. I also really appreciate that dress.” Vince smirked scanning Sammi. Sammi blushed playing with the end of her hair. “Didn’t think you’d dress up for me.” Vince gave full eye contact step a bit closer to Sammi. Sammi tilted her head and smirked catching on to Vince’s mannerisms. “And who told you I put on this dress for you?” Sammi snapped back matching Vince’s smirk. Vince could only chuckle licking the corner of his lips. He soon noticed a straight hair blonde come up with a not so happy face. “Hi I’m Amanda, you must be Vince.” Amanda said sticking her hand out with a fake smile. Vince returned the handshake with hesitance glaring at Sammi. “So does the offer still stand on us partying with you guys? Or did your girlfriend tell you no?” Amanda asked with a smirk examining Vince’s discomfort at the mention of Beth. “No yeah you guys can come. Everyone just started drinking…” Vince said avoiding eye contact with the girls and instead saw Athena looking at him. “You all can start heading your way I’m gonna talk to Athena really quick.” Vince said squeezing Sammi’s shoulder and walking past them. He saw another blonde in a pink dress follow the girls leaving Athena alone at the bar. Slowly Vince leaned against the bar and huffed. “Athena why is your sister with that blonde chick?” Vince asked turning his head toward the middle Lee. Athena sipped on her jack and coke playing with the thin straw thinking on what to say. “I’m trying to figure that out. Tommy always has hated Amanda but never saw why ‘til an hour ago.” Athena said chewing on the straw and looking at Vince. “But I mean she’s 19, so let her be friends with stupid people. I did it too in high school.” said Athena. Vince chuckled for a moment. “You were friends with me in high school, remember?” Vince said smiling. “Exactly! I was friends with stupid people!” Athena said giggling. She got Vince by the arm pulling him to the back. “Come on let's go before Tommy drinks all the whiskey.”

The back rooms were tiny, smelled like cigarettes, and felt even more crowded than the actual club. Vince and Athena pushed past the drugged-out people try to walk to the biggest room there was. Out of nowhere, Beth halted them in the middle of the hallway. “Hey baby.” said Beth fully kissing Vince tongue down his throat. Athena could only roll her eyes continuing to walk. Entering she saw all types of people on top of each other. Nikki in one corner talking to two girls looking at him as a god. Mick is one corner on the sofa sipping vodka straight from a bottle somewhat paying attention to a brunette. She soon found her siblings with Amanda and Britney sitting on a table in the corner. “Athena!” Tommy yelled wrapping his long arms around his sister engulfing her in a big hug. “Dudes I’m so happy you guys were able to come!” Tommy said taking a swing from his whiskey bottle. Sammi smiled happily stealing a sip from the Jack Daniels. “Yo Sammi if you wanna drink, you can go get some beers in the other room.” Tommy said with a smile yanking back his Jack. “Okay. Come on girls come with me.” Sammi said nodding over to the doorway. The girls walked into the smaller room seeing the ice chest in the corner by itself. Passing through everyone, Sammi opened the chest and passed two beers to her friends.

“Hey what’s all the white stuff on the tables?” Britney asked Amanda and Sammi. On the table were multiple empty baggies surrounding a white powdery mountain. The girls looked over to see a longer-haired guy make two tiny thin lines on the table. He rolled up a dollar bill, putting it up his nose to then snort them without any challenge. “That’s cocaine, Britney. Guys here always do that stuff.” Amanda said sipping on her beer looking at Sammi’s frozen face. Sammi didn’t want to think it, but she knew this was the room the guys got ready in before the show. The crossbody bag Sammi gave Tommy for his birthday was on the vanity table next to the mirrors. Sammi slowly walked to the bag placing her beer down to look through it. With careful fingers, Sammi opens it to find another small baggie of coke with two wrapped up white balls next to it. The only thing Sammi could do was storm back into the bigger room to find both Athena and Tommy kneeling in the middle of the room snorting similar lines. “What the fuck are you guys doing?!” Sammi yelled at her siblings gritting her teeth. Athena and Tommy looked up with glazed eyes to their little sister. “Why the hell are you guys doing coke?!’ Sammi continued to yell as everyone around them stared at the three. Vince quickly walked into room coming to Sammi’s side trying to calm her down. “Hey Sam, it’s okay they’re not doing anything bad.” Vince said wrapping his arm around Sammi. Sammi quickly pushed him off of her looking disgusted and focused back on her main anger. Athena got up before Tommy wiping her nose of any residue. “Sammi it’s okay. We’re fine, I promise. Right Tom?” Athena looked down to see Tommy going back to doing 3 more lines of coke ignoring everyone around him. Sammi only huffed and walked out to the hallway to feel an arm yank her back into the room. She turned to see Nikki equally as high as everyone around them. “You know Sammi I’m pretty sure in that pretty little head of yours, you’re just dying to lose and crazy.” Nikki slurred with a smirk looking down at Sammi. His eyes went straight to his chest, drinking his beer. Sammi only inhaled sharply looking Nikki with anger then turning on her heels. “Amanda, Britney come on we’re leaving!” Sammi yelled with the girls following her.

“Tommy quit snorting!” said Athena shoving him off the table and pulling him up to his feet. Tommy stumbled trying to regain his balance and eyesight. “What happened?” Tommy asked wiping his nose and looking at everyone staring at him. “Dude Sammi fucking stormed out! Come on!” Athena said pulling her brother by the arm. Vince followed them until Nikki grabbed his arm. “And where the hell do you think you’re going?” Nikki asked squinting to the lead singer. “Gonna go help with Sammi! What fucking else?” Vince said shoving Nikki slightly. “And your girlfriend?” said Nikki tilting his head to the side seeing Beth behind Vince. Vince closed his eyes for a moment turning around seeing Beth unamused as always.

Stumbling out of the club, Athena and Tommy get hit with the summer nights breeze and no sight of Sammi. “Fuck, dude! We’re so fucked with mom and dad!” Athena says looking up at Tommy blinking rapidly. “Where did you park? Maybe… maybe she’s by the car?” Tommy suggested scratching his head with wide eyes. Athena nodded darting down the street to the next block, Tommy in tow. The car was completely abandoned, no one was around it and all the shops were closed for the night. Athena rubbed her hands over her face groaning and looked back up at Tommy. “Maybe she went to the apartment! It’s just up the street towards sunset! Come on!” Tommy said grabbing Athena’s hand. Athena stuck her feet to the ground and yanked her hand away from Tommy’s grip. “Toms she isn’t here… we’re just gonna have to wait ‘til the morning. I’ll- I’ll call the house and say Sams sleeping over. She has to be with her friends.” Athena said with defeat looking around one last time. Tommy sighed starting to feel regretful for snorting coke. “If she didn’t hate me now, she must really hate me.” Tommy said sitting on the concrete sidewalk back against a store. Athena sat next to Tommy putting her head on his shoulder. “She’ll come around… she always sticks with us when we do stupid shit.” Athena said with a glimmer of hope.

From a distance, running steps came towards the siblings. The Lee’s looked up to see Vince alone coming to him. “Hey, where’s Sammi?” Vince said beginning to look around. “She left, man. We have no idea where she went.” Tommy said fumbling in his pockets for a cigarette. “What? What about her friends? You don’t their addresses or something?” Vince asked pulling out his cigarette packet to toss to Tommy. “Nope.” The Lee siblings said in unison each lighting a cigarette. ‘God fucking dammit, Sammi. If they can’t find you, I’ll fucking try’ Vince thought to himself darting back to the club. Before he could reach the back, he accidentally collided into a girl. “Oh shit sorry. Wait, Lily?” Vince said grabbing onto Lily’s shoulders. “Oh hey, Vince! Good show tonight!” Lily said playing with her hair. “Yeah, thanks. Random question do you happen to work with a blonde girl either named Amanda or Britney?” Vince asked rubbing his hands together nervously. “I actually work with both Amanda and Britney. Why you wanna get with one of them?” Lily asked with her eyebrows scrunched up. “No! No! Honestly no! I’m trying to find Sammi. She came with them, something happened, and left with them. She didn’t tell her siblings where she went.” Vince rambled hoping Lily would get the picture. Thankfully she did. “My bet is they’re at Amanda’s place. She lives in Pasadena. Here let me write her address down.” Lily said pulling out a pen from her purse and scribbling on the singer's palm. “Thanks, Lily! I really appreciate it!” said Vince kissing Lily on the cheek and ran out of the building. He ran towards their apartment, got into the old van, and headed east.

‘Sammi better not give me shit for this.’

#Motley Crue #The Dirt #the dirt fanfic #Motley Crue Fanfic #motley crue fandom #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #douglas booth #colson baker #mgk #daniel webber #iwan rheon #A Little Bit of Attitude #Netflix

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cruecifymesixx · 5 years

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Love and Leather /part one/

-Word count: 1k

-A/N- Don’t eat me alive. It’s my first time doing this. I absolutely adore Douglas Booth’s portrayal of Nikki Sixx. Let’s start shall we?

1981 Los Angeles was a whole other world. The people were colorful, the hair, the clothes, the language, their actions all of it was a dose of bad fashion and a mixture of cocaine; it was a wild cocktail.

Ciprianis diner was the go to on the sunset strip. In one corner you had the high school kids who just scored there first tabs of LSD, across the diner at the bar you had the every day joes who came in after working down at the docks to have a ice cold beer and a hot meal. On the other side you had the misfit punks who were flicking there food at the unsuspecting white collar worker.

And unfortunately for me, I had to take care of them all.

"Vanity, hey doll face wake up!" I snapped out of it and moved from the counter, "Yes Rubio?" I turned around and talked to the cook, "Orders up, table six." I smiled at him and took the plates.

Table six, my white collar workers also known as my big tippers and the most pervy ones in the whole joint.

"Gentleman here is your food." I said as I placed their plates down, "Thanks sweet cheeks how about you give me a little dessert afterwards." He said and smacked my bottom,

I grabbed the knife and stabbed it into the table, the blade at the tips of his fingers, "Touch me again and we're gonna have a problem." I warned him and he glared at me and I walked away,

"Bitch." I heard him and I smiled.

"I'm taking a ten Margie!" I told her and she nodded.

I grabbed my coat and walked out to the back alley way and reached into the pocket and pulled out a cigarette. I put it in between my lips and lit and slowly took a drag in.

"Jerks." I said out loud as I exhaled, and wiped a rain droplet from my forehead.

"Vanity! Need you sweets!" I turned my head and Francisco stood there by the door, "oh common let me finish my smoke first! I just lit it!" I begged him,

"Sorry Vanity! Girls got a difficult one in here and don't want to take him!" I sighed, "Yeah, I'll be right there." I told him and he went back inside. I took one more puff then flicked the cherry off and went back inside.

"I'm not taking him! He's a total dick! He freakin asked me when my shift was over and if we would take a trip to my car." Tonya yelled while walking into the kitchen with Lucia, I finished washing my hands, "Van gots him." Francisco said and I smirked, "You're welcome ladies." I told Tonya and Lucia, "Love ya girly!" "Good luck!" I chuckled and walked out the door.

I saw him sitting there at table 13. How unlucky of me.

I walked over to him with a pad and pen, "What can I get you, guy?" I asked him and he looked at me.

He was holding a bloody tissue to his nose, had sweat dripping down his face and his hair was a mess. I couldn't tell if that's how he styled it or if he just had a rough night.

"Jack and coke." He said and I could smell the booze on his breath. "Um, how about some coffee." I told him, and he shook his head, "Give me a damn jack and coke!" He shouted and everyone in the diner looked at us. I turned my head to look back at my co workers and they were huddled together while staring at us.

"You just come from the Starwood?" I asked him and he nodded.

"Nikki Sixx, I'm in the band London." He said and I scrunched my eyebrows together,

"Never heard of you...now how about a coffee to sober you up? And some food." I told him and he sighed and glared at me. His green eyes pierced through my hazel ones,

"Fine, I'll have the pancake breakfast.”

"Dude holy shit! You're Nikki sixx!" A scrawny teen with long black curly hair pushed past me and sat down at the booth.

"I'll have blueberry pancakes." The lively kid said and I just walked away and put the orders in.

"He's like mysteriously hot." Tonya said to Lucia and I chuckled.

"Weren't you just complaint about him? That guy has bad news written all over him just look at him." I said while butting in,

"Yes, but that doesn't mean he's not attractive." Tonya clarified as the girls continued talking to each other and I took the food out to him.

"Here's your food." I said while putting the plates in front of them, but they paid me no attention as they were discussing a band. "And your jack and coke." I said and he finally looked at me as I sat down a cup of coke and a small pint of Jack Daniels.

He unscrewed the cap and chugged the whole bottle without flinching, "Whoa." The teenager and I said in union. "Thanks babe." He said to me and I stuck my nose up at him, what an entitled fucker.

"He's coming this way!" The girls scurried away and I turned around and faced him at the register.

"You should come see me and my band play." He said,

"No thanks." I said as I punched in buttons,

"Not the band I was with tonight, but my new one." He tried explaining,

"Thanks but no thanks, your total is 23.64." I told him and he handed me 40$, "Keep the change babe." He said,

"uh okay..thank you.." I told him and gave him a small smile, he flashed his pearly whites too.

"Aren't you suppose to be wearing a name tag?" He questioned as his eyes didn't leave the low cut white shirt I was wearing.

"My eyes are up here." I responded as he finally glanced up at me, a smirk on his lips as I shook my head. That's an awful smirk.

"Okay, fine, but what's your name?"

"It's Vanity."

Nikki laughed a bit, "Like the mirror?" I rolled my eyes.

That's not an original joke anymore.

"Okay, Vanity...what's your last name?" He questioned.

"It's Vanity Blackwood, is that better?" My attitude seemed to catch him by surprise as he chewed on his bottom lip. He seemed to be thinking, or almost making a mental note of my name.

"Alright Vanity Blackwood...I'll be seeing you." Nikki spoke, extending his arm out for me to shake his hand.

I stared at his hand for a moment, it looked dirty and his knuckles were scraped along side the chipped black paint on his nails . I shook his hand anyways, "Find me when you make it big rockstar."

He smirked, nodding as he took his hand back, “Hey Tommy! Wait up man!"

#actual trash #the dirt #nikki sixx #nikki sixx fan fiction #nikki sixx imagine #motley crue #douglas booth #writing #my story #my idea #1980s #love and leather part 1

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sodalitefully · 5 years

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Sumthin’ for Nuthin’ (part 1), Mick Mars/Nikki Sixx AU

An AU based on the lyrics to Motley’s Sumthin’ for Nuthin’. Set sometime in 1980, Nikki is 21 and Mick is 29. Mick’s wife in this fic is based off of the woman he dated in the early 80s (aka The Thing), as she is described in The Dirt (normally I don’t write too much about the real relationships the guys were in, out of respect, but like, she fucking hit him, man).

Mick had it all worked out: He’d tell his wife he was working a late shift, then he’d drive down to the Strip and catch a rock show. Meanwhile, the wife would call up whatever man she thought she was fucking behind Mick’s back and have a fun night of her own. It was a funny coincidence then, that her favorite backdoor man also played in a band, that Mick saw him on stage at the Starwood before he saw him on his doorstep. Or maybe it was more than coincidence, maybe Mick and Nikki were meant to be, drawn together by the powerful cosmic forces of rock n roll and spite.

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Nikki would call himself an aspiring rock star, but nearly anyone else who knew him would call him a whore. It started as a way to make easy money, and it worked better than he ever expected. He’d clean himself up, spend a night with some despairing housewife, then spend the money he earned to glam up for his band’s show the next night, rinse and repeat. It was foolproof.

Well, almost.

“Get the fuck out!”

The client’s husband had showed up while Nikki was balls-deep in his wife over the kitchen table, and he’d wasted no time giving Nikki a hard shove out the front door. Nikki tripped on the step and his shoulder crashed into the pavement. The door slammed shut but Nikki could still hear the husband and wife screaming at each other as he caught his breath and slowly picked himself up. He checked himself over: his jeans (skin-tight and still unbuttoned) just had a some dirt on them, but his sleeve had a little blood on it from the scrape on his arm. Fuck. He only had a couple “work outfits” (i.e. clothes that weren't black, or studded, or torn, or burnt) and there was no way he could dig up another clean shirt before his next “appointment” that evening. Especially since this client hadn’t bothered to pay him upfront.

Nikki shouted some expletive-studded remark about the husband’s sexual prowess, punctuated by a demand for the money he was owed, but he didn’t think the couple could even hear him over their increasingly violent row. The neighbors definitely heard him though, so Nikki zipped up his pants and decided to cut his losses before someone called the police.

Well, the day wasn’t a total bust yet. The woman he was planning to meet later that night was a regular. She’d developed a taste for Nikki’s company a couple months ago and had met with him at least once a week since. She was a tall brunette with a fiery temper and a generally unpleasant attitude, but she was generous with her husband’s money, and there was nothing more attractive than that.

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– One more round with the client, shouldn’t take more than an hour… If he was lucky he’d make it home in time to finish the melody of that song he was working on the other day… A few hours of sleep and then a shift at the liquor store tomorrow morning, another appointment all the way across town and then all the way back right after for band rehearsal…

“Nikki?” He tore his eyes away from the second hand on the wall clock against the room, dragging his gaze back down to the woman leaning against him on the couch.

“Would you like another drink?”

“Yeah, thank you.” Nikki’s vision was starting to swim a little, but he still downed the proffered glass of liquor. Since when was he such a lightweight? The fact that he hadn’t eaten anything but pussy since breakfast might have had something to do with it.

“Ready to go again?” The older woman purred in his ear.

“Absolutely,” Nikki slurred, hoping he sounded more enthusiastic than he felt. He hadn’t known it was possible to be so tired that sex became a chore... Just lie back and think of hairspray.

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“Nikki! …Nikki!”

Nikki tried to roll away from the claws digging into his shoulder, but the shaking only became more violent.

“What,” he growled as he blinked sleep out of is eyes and realized that he was still in his client’s apartment. Fuck. He’d gotten drunk and passed out after round two, that's real-fuckin’-professional, Nikki.

“You need to get out of here,” the woman hissed in his ear. “My husband just pulled into the parking lot.” She shoved Nikki’s jacket and a handful of crumpled bills into his lap and stomped over to the kitchen window to spy on her husband though the blinds.

“Are you serious? I though you said he worked late tonight.”

“He’s home early! And you’re here late. It’s almost midnight, Nikki!”

As soon as Nikki had his jacket halfway on, she grabbed his arm and steered him towards the sliding door that opened up to the balcony.

“You’re kidding.”

“It’s a second story apartment, does it look like we have a back door? He’s almost at the stairs, get the fuck out of here!”

She heaved open the door and shoved him into the balcony – not unlike the way his previous client’s husband shoved him into the street (twice in one day, Jesus Christ). She shut the door right behind him, leaving Nikki to feel around in the dark for the easiest way to the ground: swing over the rail, balance on the top of the downstairs neighbor’s fence, drop about six feet into the bushes, grumbling all the while about the indignity of having to fumble in the dark and wade through the shrubbery.

As he snuck around the building to loop back to the street, Nikki couldn't resist checking out the husband. He was short, probably even shorter than his wife, and dressed in work clothes: black pants and a faded blue button-up, too generic for Nikki to guess what he might do for a living. His black hair fell past his shoulders, just a bit longer than was fashionable. His face was pale as hell and so were his eyes – Nikki only got a brief glimpse at his face but it was clear that the man was wearing a grimace like he was born with it. His wife was obviously stalling him at the door, making him stand on the welcome mat while she bitched at him about who-knows-what, giving Nikki as much time as possible to sneak out unnoticed.

Poor bastard.

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Nikki just can’t catch a break… he’s still kinda a dick tho :)

Tagging @lilypetite88 who has been waiting for me to get back to posting my motley fics for ages, I can’t say for sure when part 2 (of 3) will be up, but I don’t expect it to take nearly as long as part 1 did.

#nikki sixx #mick mars #motley crue #the dirt #the dirt netflix #the dirt movie #nikki x mick #motley crue fanfiction #sodafics

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rockstars & runaways | part 6

Nikki and Kat go way back, but with his issues and her family history, finding their way back together is a long and rocky road. And with the rockstar life, what’s the hurry anyway?

Fandom: the dirt

Words: 2.4k

Pairing: nikki sixx x oc

Warnings: implied smut i guess

Note: full disclosure this is a filler chapter and i tried to write it three different ways and hated all of them. this one included. i’ve given up so go enjoy this mess before we move on to different & better things.

1980

Kat leaned against the bar and watched the band play, occasionally tapping her foot to the beat of the music.

It was her night off, but London was playing, so she had decided to stay. Plus, it was December, and even for LA it was getting fairly cold at night, so if she could postpone going back to her car, Kat didn’t mind.

She was impressed with how much of a crowd the band was starting to draw, and she was pretty sure they weren’t far away from starting to sell out weekends. It wasn’t for their great chemistry, though. It was still evident that they couldn’t stand each other, but apparently their music was hitting a nerve with a lot of people.

In typical London fashion, they ended their show by playing Public Enemy No.1 and throwing beer all over the crowd, which is why Kat hadn’t opted to stand closer to the stage. She also knew better than to follow them when they headed of stage, because based on their antagonism toward each other, she knew it wouldn’t take long until Nikki came back to get a drink at the bar.

“Can I get a beer?” Kat asked as she turned back toward Michelle, and the girl gave her a small nod before grabbing a bottle and opening it.

“How long do you think it’ll be before they kill each other?” Michelle asked as she placed the bottle in front of Kat.

“I give them two months tops,” Kat shrugged.

“Six weeks,” Michelle retorted with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re on,” Kat grinned and Michelle gave her an acknowledging wink before going back to serving other customers.

In the last couple of weeks the Starwood had stayed consistently crowded after London played, which thrilled Gary but annoyed Kat as she just tried to drink her beer in peace. She ignored the level of chatter around her as best as she could, but it was harder to ignore the tall, skinny guy next to her as he bumped into her when trying to order drinks for him and his date.

“Sorry, dude,” he apologized quickly and then went back to raving about the band to his date, and for a moment Kat seriously contemplated not waiting for Nikki.

It took another ten minutes before the rush on the bar died down, and even longer until Nikki finally took up the seat next to her.

“That guy is a pain in my ass,” he huffed as he lowered himself onto the barstool, and Kat turned her seat to look at him.

“You know you don’t have to stay in a band with people you hate, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Nikki sighed and thanked Michelle as she brought him a whisky without him having to ask for it. “We rock though, so where’s the harm?”

“Me bearing your mood swings,” Kat told him. “That’s the harm.”

“Oh, come on, where would your entertainment be if it wasn’t for my complaining?”

“I can think of a dozen things. For one, watching you play without rolling your eyes every five minutes, now that would be more entertaining. Polishing these glasses,” Kat grinned and pointed behind the bar. “The dumpster out back.”

“Which one?”

“The one on the corner. For glass.”

“You think it has more perspective than me?”

“Oh yeah, it’s going places.”

“Like where?”

“The dump. You should try it some time.”

Nikki simply huffed in response and lowered his head. For a moment they were silent, and Kat watched as he played with his fingernails and took the occasional sip from his whisky.

“You okay?” she asked eventually.

“Mh?” Nikki asked and looked up, clearly pulled out of his train of thought. “Oh, yeah. All good.”

Kat was pretty sure that it was not all good, but she also knew better than to ask. Instead, she excused herself to go to the bathroom and give him a minute.

When she came back, however, Nikki seemed to have worked through it just fine, judging by the redhead that had taken up her seat and was in the process of seductively whispering into his ear.

Kat suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and cleared her throat to announce her presence when she came close to them.

“Oh, yeah, right,” Nikki said. “Leanne, this is Kat. Kat, this is Leanne,” he explained, clearly misinterpreting her gesture. After a moment he added, “We’ll actually be getting out of here.”

“You’re having an afterparty at your place?” Kat asked, trying not to sound irritated. It had been a few weeks since she had first come to one of his parties, and she had been to most of them since, so she tried not to be offended that he hadn’t told her about tonight.

“Well, it’s a private afterparty, if you know what I mean,” Nikki leaned in closer and winked at Kat.

Kat knew what he meant. It was not like she had a problem with his ever-increasing number of one-night-stands. Well, she willed herself not to have a problem with his ever-increasing number of one-night-stands. Kat had told him that she wouldn’t sleep with him, and she was still convincing herself that she would hold herself up to that promise.

And it might have been easier if it wasn’t so easy for her to be around him. There was something about Nikki that she felt so drawn to that she couldn’t help but let most of her guards down in the process. She hated in how much of a bubble she was whenever the two of them were alone, because it was so much more irritating whenever she was pulled back to reality.

The bassist seemed to understand her in a way that no one so far had, and it wasn’t easy for her to accept that this connection had to end eventually, too.

But before Kat could answer, Leanne whispered something in Nikki’s ear that Kat couldn’t quite catch, and then walked off toward the exit.

“Well,” Nikki said, with a cheeky grin that wasn’t directed at Kat, “I’m off.”

Kat watched as Nikki got up from his seat at the bar and followed the redhead with a sinking feeling in her gut. She had always been jealous of people her entire life, but usually she was very good at pressing it down and accepting her circumstances. With Nikki, however, that seemed increasingly impossible, so she couldn’t stop herself as she opened her mouth.

“No,” she said simply, and Nikki turned around with an irritated yet amused expression on his face.

“What do you mean, no?”

Kat took a deep breath before deciding to push her better instincts away. “Don’t take her home,” she told him.

Nikki didn’t respond right away. For a moment, he simply eyed her before asking, “What?”

Kat had no idea what to tell him. She kept up the eye contact, and the longer she did the more Nikki’s expression changed from amused to something a little more serious.

“Don’t take her home,” Kat repeated eventually.

“And why shouldn’t I?”

Kat swallowed before answering. “Because I want you to take me home.”

Nikki didn’t answer, but he didn’t drop his gaze either. Kat didn’t know how long they remained like that, a few feet apart from each other, staring at each other with postures that were so tense that they almost seemed rigid, but she knew that she wouldn’t be the first one to back down either. It had spilled out now, so she might as well commit.

Before Nikki could say anything, Leanne showed up at his side again to complain why he was taking so long.

“Change of plans,” he told her after a moment without taking his eyes off Kat. “You can go home.”

“Excuse me?” she told him, clearly annoyed.

“I forgot that I have other plans.”

Leanne clicked her tongue at him before turning around and leaving in a way that clearly suggested how pissed she was. Not that either of them had the capacity to notice.

Kat held her gaze on Nikki for a moment longer until she eventually broke into a small grin.

“Okay,” she said. “Let’s go.”

And with that, she broke the eye contact and walked past him to head to the exit.

Nikki only caught up with her when she was already outside, and by the time he did, he was already back to his cheerful self.

“So, if I remember correctly you told me you wouldn’t sleep with me?”

“A girl can change her mind,” Kat shrugged, not looking over at him as they started making their way back to his place.

“You don’t seem like a girl that changes her mind,” Nikki smirked.

“Are you trying to talk me out of it?” Kat looked at him long enough to raise an eyebrow and Nikki only innocently raised his arms in response.

After that they were silent for a while, and the next time Kat looked over to Nikki, he was wearing the same contemplative expression from earlier.

“Okay, seriously,” Kat started. “What’s going on?”

Nikki turned his heat toward her and waved it off. “Nothing.”

“Nikki.”

“I mean it.”

Kat studied him for another second before backing down. “Okay.”

It didn’t take much longer until they reached his building, and Kat followed him up the stairs and into his apartment.

Being there without other people and a bassline loud enough to move her insides felt like an entirely different experience. All of a sudden the apartment was large and left way too much silence for her to fill.

So Kat stood off to the side and subconsciously crossed her arms in front of her chest while Nikki went up to his counter and poured himself another glass of whisky. This time he drank it in small sips rather than chugging the whole thing, and he used the time to eye Kat with a curious expression.

“You’re nervous,” he determined eventually.

“I am not.”

“Yes, you are,” Nikki grinned.

Instead of replying, Kat only clenched her jaw and avoided eye contact.

“Did you change your mind?” Nikki asked, this time a little more serious.

“No, it’s not that,” Kat waved him off. “It’s just…. complicated.”

“What is?” Nikki asked, but Kat only shook her head, so he didn’t push it.

There was another silence until Nikki eventually spoke up again. “I hate the holidays,” he mentioned casually and threw back the rest of his whisky. “Always have.”

“Is that why you’re being weird?” Kat asked and slowly came closer to the counter.

“Part of it,” Nikki shrugged. “When I was younger all the kids in my class used to show up with fancy gifts after the winter break, and I would just show up with a new shiner. Not exactly what I asked for.”

Kat dropped her arms and contemplated for a moment. “You think Santa is nepotistic?”

“Definitely,” Nikki huffed.

“Son of a bitch,” Kat muttered with a smile. “We should do something against that.”

“Like what?”

“We could go one of two ways. Either we get you a shitload of decorations,” Kat smiled. “Or we go burn someone’s Christmas tree.”

“Definitely number two.”

“I figured,” Kat smirked. She didn’t know if Nikki was doing it on purpose or if he just had a natural way of putting her at ease, but her nerves had vanished almost completely. “Let’s put it on the list.”

“What else is on the list?”

“Mh,” Kat contemplated for a moment and then started counting her fingers. “Burn someone’s Christmas tree. Get furniture that doesn’t smell like alcohol. Steal the sign in the hallway of the Starwood. Punch your lead singer in the face,” she grinned and moved a little closer to him, and then counted off the last finger. “And do this.”

She closed the distance between them with a final step and craned her neck up to look at him. Nikki’s eyes were trained on her intently, but he didn’t move. It looked like he was giving Kat room to change her mind at the last second, but she didn’t intend to.

She pierced his eyes for another moment before finally moving in and pressing her lips to his. Nikki didn’t hesitate before moving his hands to her waist, and when he pulled her closer, Kat almost felt dizzy. She was finally doing what she hadn’t allowed herself to even think about for months, so now that it was happening she felt like it was pulling the ground from beneath her feet.

She instinctively moved her right hand to his neck and her left hand to his hip, and when Nikki tried to clumsily pick her up, she couldn’t help but laugh into the kiss.

“Shut up,” Nikki grinned before he finally managed to find a proper spot on her waist and pick her up in one swift motion. Kat wrapped her legs around his hips and focused her attention on his neck while he carried her to his bedroom.

When they got to his bed, they stumbled onto it rather than fell on it, and both of them couldn’t help but laugh through the kissing.

“Will you take those off already?” Kat mumbled as she fumbled with the belt on his jeans, and Nikki grinned as he pressed sloppy kisses to her jaw.

“Eager, are we?” he smiled and went to pull her shirt off, but Kat shot out her hand and grabbed his wrist before he could. She also pulled away from him to look into his eyes.

“The shirt stays on,” she said and fixed him with an intense stare, and Nikki paused for a moment before nodding and moving on without question.

He pushed Kat onto the bed and hovered over her, showering her neck in a lot of sloppy kisses before moving down and taking off her pants in a few easy moves.

Kat was surprised by how easy he accepted all of her idiosyncrasies, and at the same time she wasn’t. He kept surprising her with how well he was able to look straight through her, so for now, she was willing to ignore all the consequences of her irrational choices and just enjoy the moment.

“Nikki,” Kat moaned and he moved up a little to look at her in question, and Kat couldn’t help but grin at his expression.

She quickly leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips before pushing him over so she could move on top of him. She knew she would probably regret this tomorrow, but what stood in the way of her enjoying it while it lasted?

Like she enjoyed trailing kissed down his stomach.

Or the way he squirmed under her touch.

Or the way he moaned her name.

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Book Review: Under the Big Black Sun

I grew up constantly bouncing between the San Fernando Valley and Orange County in SoCal during the 80s and 90s at a time when punk, post punk, and new wave were deeply entrenched in the landscape thanks to the efforts of DJ Rodney Bingenheimer and KROQ. It was a time of change, with Alternative and Grunge coming onto the scene with Nirvana and Sonic Youth, but at the same time bands like X were held in a state of godlike reference.

This was before the internet, before spotify, before even cds! I would bum rides from anyone and everyone to go to all ages shows, even managing to convince a friends older brother to take us all the way up to Gilman st in the bay area!

But the thing is... there was another story ... a story about the scene before my experiences... the scene in the late 70s and early 80s where anything went, where art, and music, and style all merged and began. I’d heard people talk about those days, the days of the Masque club and Brendan Mullen, and the Canterbury Apartments... I was lucky enough to go to the Hong Kong Cafe a few times when it reopened in the 90s, and I heard tales of how it USED to be and we all watched The Decline of Western Civilization (on vhs!) which had been shot there!

I had bootlegs and tapes from bands that no longer existed, stuff from the Germs, The Screamers, and The Minutemen. I knew D.Boon was from Pedro and that he was dead, but that was all I knew... and yet I fucking LOVED their songs.

So when I grabbed this book, I sat down to read it hoping to find an enjoyable overview of who was who and what was what. Instead what I found was a history book, an academic primary source of how the LA Punk scene was, how it began, who the major players were, and how it changed over time thanks to the influx of violent OC punks and heroin.

Instead of a single author, you have differing experiences and viewpoints from the people who were there. People like John Doe and Exene Cervenka from X, Jane Wiedlin from the Go-Gos, Pleasant Gehman, El Vez, Henry Rollins, Mike Watt, and more.

Some chapters are better than others, Mike Watt’s is an homage to D.Boon in the most loving way, as well as a history of the scene from their San Pedro perspective. Jane Wiedlin’s chapter is probably the best written and most informative. Together with Charlotte Caffery, you get a real experience of what that time was like and how things all happened from the drugs, to the fashion, to just who was who. Jack Grisham’s chapter, in contrast is barely worth inclusion, and I’m saying that as someone who really does love a lot of T.S.O.L songs... he’s just a big piece of shit. Dave Alvin digs into Cowpunk and the Blasters experiences playing with bands like Black Flag which is really good, but I was disappointed in Henry Rollins addition to the book. I’ve heard him speak, and read his words elsewhere and expected a lot more.

If you have any interest in the bands, the music, the scene, or in Los Angeles culture at all, you’ll love this book, hands down. It’s the only book on the topic that really captures the geographical divides that exist here, and that punk overcame. Where you had bands from Chula Vista/San Diego, San Pedro, Hollywood, the Valley, the beach cities, as well as East L.A’s unique chicano/latino contributions to early punk.

The thing you hear over and over is how art and inclusion of all sorts of outcasts is how it began, but then it became corporate and overrun by violence and anger and exclusion. How women were a major force in the beginning, and how they became excluded and pushed out later.

This was not my generation... I came after.... but it is because of all of these people, the music they made, the clothes and style they created, and all that they did in a fuel of alcohol and drugs that laid the foundation for what I was able to experience. This is their history, this is their story, this is what happened from their own mouths. Too many of their friends and bandmates are dead, but they lived and thanks to this book, we have their stories.

5 out of 5 stars

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Title: Under the Big Black Sun

Authors: John Doe

ISBN: 9780306824098

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Description: Under the Big Black Sun explores the nascent Los Angeles punk rock movement and its evolution to hardcore punk as it's never been told before. Authors John Doe and Tom DeSavia have woven together an enthralling story of the legendary West Coast scene from 1977 to 1982 by enlisting the voices of people who were there. The book shares chapter-length tales from the authors along with personal essays from famous (and infamous) players in the scene. Additional authors include: Exene Cervenka (X), Henry Rollins (Black Flag), Mike Watt (The Minutemen), Jane Wiedlin and Charlotte Caffey (The Go-Go's), Dave Alvin (The Blasters), Chris D. (Flesh Eaters), Jack Grisham (T.S.O.L.), Teresa Covarrubias (The Brat), and Robert Lopez (The Zeros, El Vez) as well as scenesters and journalists Pleasant Gehman, Kristine McKenna, and Chris Morris. Through interstitial commentary, John Doe "narrates" this journey through the land of film noir sunshine, Hollywood back alleys, and suburban sprawl - the place where he met his artistic counterparts, Exene, DJ Bonebrake, and Billy Zoom - and formed X, the band that became synonymous with and in many ways defined L.A. punk. Under the Big Black Sun shares stories of friendship and love, ambition and feuds, grandiose dreams and cultural rage, all combined with the tattered, glossy sheen of pop culture weirdness that epitomized the operations of Hollywood's underbelly. Listeners will travel to the clubs that defined the scene as well as to the street corners, empty lots, apartment complexes, and squats that served as de facto salons for the musicians, artists, and fringe players that hashed out what would become punk rock in Los Angeles.

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