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Girls, girls, girls ✧ Douglas!Nikki Sixx x Reader

SUMMARY ✧ a oneshot of this request by anon – “an imagine where reader is a super feminist singer who’s conquering her space on the ultra manly 80’s rock music scenario and is getting super famous and douglas!nikki sixx falls hard for her but she’s playing hard to get because she’s not one of his groupies and he’ll need to treat her like the valuable woman she is to get to stay with her and Nikki starts to change his way of thinking about women because of her!!!”

NOTE ✧ Feedbacks are always welcome! Anyway, requests are ALWAYS open, meet me in my ask box! I personally liked this request because while watching The Dirt I caught myself thinking about what the figure of women meant on this 80′s rock scenario with all the groupie things, cheating, and everything. We see to always be into a dark era, don’t we? I know that the real Nikki has some controversial things about all this question that I involved into the fic, so I like to imagine Douglas’s character played by the actor here.

WORDS ✧ 2.3k +

WARNINGS ✧ trigger of mild sexual harassment, cursing

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You yelled to the public once more before the fires started to blow up in every inch of the stage. There were the last chords before you disappeared to the backstage just hyperventilating after one of the biggest shows of your life. The public kept shouting your name in a choir and you smiled to yourself. You made it. You were the headliner of one of the biggest music festivals of the United States and you were the only woman in it. It was so hard since the beginning to conquer your space in music and yet there you were! Deal with male chauvinists was not easy, much less being hypersexualized when you just wanted to dress the way you felt good and sell your art, but you fought every day for women's rights and for your own being on a daily basis dealing with men.

“Hey, (y/n)” you heard someone saying behind you while you were still hearing the public scream for you, drinking a bottle of water to regain your breath so you could make way to your dressing room again. You turned around and found Nikki, the bassist of the band that divided the headline with your name on the festival, Mötley Crüe. “You totally rocked tonight. What do you think about reconsidering my proposal to come to my dressing room?“

“C’ mon Sixx, you’re better than that.” You threw your white towel over your shoulder before stopping Nikki from lay his arm on it. You two knew each other for a considering time now. You always met at parties, concerts, and festivals, and Nikki always tried to make out with you, but you were always clear that you two were just friends. He was a nice guy, and pretty handsome too, but he didn’t know how to treat women properly. It was not fair with your principles. “What about being a little decent just one single time in your life?”

“Ouch, (y/n).” Nikki smiled while started to walk behind you, since your managers were screaming for you get to the backstage. You nodded to Tommy Lee who was drinking a beer at the hall, winking at you. “I’m sorry for being such a horrible man, your highness.”

“It’s okay, everyone can learn how to be better.” you jerked your head in his direction, while Nikki offered the water bottle he was holding when you drank the last drop of water from the one you had. You took it from him, distrustfully. He looked so good on stage clothes that you could tell you may be attracted to him. “I would say for you to come back to your groupies, but there are a lot of drunk ones and others who are confused in the middle of those who know and want what they are doing.”

“I thought you hated groupies.” Nikki said, laying on the hall’s white wall while looking at you with full interest. You laughed and stopped in front of him, playing with the white towel on your shoulder.

“Why would I hate other women?” you raised your eyebrows. “I hate what you guys do to groupies. There are the ones who know and want what they are doing and that’s okay, but there are a few that are drunk or doing something by impulse. It’s not right.”

“Okay, you have a good point. You’ve got me thinking.” Nikki crossed his arms over his chest. You blinked in disbelief because the boy really seemed to be paying attention to what you were saying. And Nikki really was. He liked you since the first time he saw you on the highlights, you seemed to be different from the frivolous girls he knew but now you looked like someone who could turn every girl in those type of girl power that you carried with yourself just with the power of your words. He still wanted to have you, but every time that he spent talking to you, his interest in your words grew more and more. You were so intelligent. “What about we just drink something and continue this talk of ours?” He smiled at you. “You can talk more about what's going on your mind.”

“Okay, sounds fair.” You opened your dressing room’s door, revealing the collection of Jack Daniel’s that were on your amenities table. It was always pleasurable to see a man being interested in some feminist guidelines. Even if he seemed to be doing that just to try something with you, you could really try to change his mind. And then... you could kiss him. Who knows? Why not? Your knees always seemed to fail on his presence. Oh shit. Why did he have to have such an inviting mouth?

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You had just dropped your new single and you were extremely excited with everything which was about to happen after you release your new art to the public. You were always being very controversial because you were conquering a very difficult space, but you liked it. On this day you were going to do your first big interview for the single in this big broadcaster and was fortunate enough to record on the same day that Mötley Crüe, meeting them on the set backstage.

“Hey (y/n), you look beautiful.” Nikki smiled while walked on your direction, and you smiled back, trying to not to question the nature of this compliment. Since your single was for the girls to feel sexy and good with themselves, you were with such a sexy look with tight leather skirts, low-cut sweaters, and high-heeled boots.

“Thank you Sixx, you look good too.” You nodded to him allowing the makeup artist to do a few more adjusts on your face before you start the interview. Nikki and the band were with makeup too, which you found pretty cool, Mötley Crüe really didn’t care about this manly things.

“I heard your new music. The lyrics say a lot.” Nikki whispered on your ear, causing you to shudder.

“Do you mind if we stay here watching your interview, (y/n)?” Vince interrupted your little flirting moment with Sixx, smiling to you. You saw the interviewer sitting in the front of the cameras and starting to say a lot of things about you and your new single, which made Nikki look at you with a proud smile.

“Sure, Vince.” You smiled at him before entering the set scenario when the interviewed invited you to sit by his side.

You were feeling very good with yourself, but since the moment you sat on the interviewer’s side, you didn’t feel comfortable anymore. He started to look at you on a weird way while introduced you to the cameras, and then you started to try to push your skirt lower on your legs so he couldn’t look at them anymore. You shot a fast glance in Nikki’s direction just to see that he took a step forward, but you couldn’t do anything in front of the cameras. Then you just took a fake smile and tried not to look bothered while the man looked at you.

“So, (y/n), let’s talk about this new music of yours. Did you made all this sexy thing to make men want you more?” You arched your eyebrows hearing him saying something just so stupid like that.

“No. I make my music to make women feel free, beautiful and sexy with themselves. There’s nothing to do with men.”

“And you don’t fear that people stop to pay attention to your lyrics to look at your body since you are dressed like that?” You were feeling completely uncomfortable.

“No... no, this is not the point.”

“And your makeup, what you’re up to nowadays? They are part of this predator look of your new single?”

“My makeup? Excuse me, what?”

“Yes, your look. All these things of being free, beautiful and sexy you said.” the interviewer arched his back a little, so he was able to touch your uncovered leg. You freeze on the exact same moment, looking at his hand touching your skin. He said something more, bringing his hand a little up on your legs, but you didn’t listen because you were trying to struggle with the tears that were trying to escape from your eyes.

“I’m sorry. I-I’m sorry. Stop.” You said, looking at him. “I’M DONE! Stop touching me!” You yelled. “Stop. Don’t ever touch me again. I’M DONE WITH ALL OF THIS BULLSHIT!” You got up from the chair while the man was looking at you pretending that he did nothing like he wasn’t in front of a fucking camera. You felt a bunch of tears start to run through your face while you ran out of that set, nobody of the team came after you.

“(y/n), hey! Wait!” you felt your body collide with someone and then you noticed you were just pressed against Nikki’s chest. He saw everything. He tried to hold you, but you didn’t want anyone touching you, so you struggled for him to let you go.

“Let me go! Don’t fucking touch me!” You pushed Nikki on his chest causing him to take a few steps back while watching you, worried, You didn't know where to go, but finally, a girl from the team felt sorry for you and then came with some water while the gross man pretended that anything happened, talking with some people of the crew that were acting like everything was fine.

You looked at Nikki again but felt a little disappointment on seeing that the band still continued to prepare themselves for being interviewed, so you just drank your water while Nikki looked at you for the last time, making sure you were okay. You weren’t. How could a man do this type of harassment with a woman in front of everyone and everyone do nothing?! You were feeling gross, suddenly you didn’t want to be with those clothes again. You just wanted to isolate yourself and go home. Nobody was doing nothing!

“(y/n) let’s get out of here, breathe some fresh air, right?” this only girl from the crew said to you, caressing your shoulders while you still cried in silence. You looked at Nikki and the boys getting their microphones on their clothes and then you felt angry. You remembered the night that you spend chatting with Nikki, it meant nothing? He was still there. You wanted to go, but you preferred to stay just to stare at him while he gave audience to this gross interviewer.

“This is fucking Mötley Crüe, guys!” The interviewer said to the camera. He was talking in such a different way than he talked to you. You took a step forward while you stared at Nikki. You were feeling so incredibly disappointed with him. You didn’t know why you were feeling so sad about him. Maybe you had hope. Maybe you wanted you two to work together.

“Man, first of all, I want you to shut the fuck up.” Nikki said, surprising everyone who was on the set, except Tommy, who started to laugh. Vince and Mick smiled. “How could you do something like that with (y/n)? In front of a fucking camera? Who do you think you are?” the interviewer felt intimidated. “She’s an artist, just like me, Vince, Tommy or Mick. Why don’t you try to put your hand on my damn legs?”

You smiled to yourself, getting a little closer.

“Why don’t you ask me about my makeup? Do my tight pants make your fucking dick get hard? I think not, right?” He was almost screaming, leaning forward on the direction of the interviewer, who couldn’t barely answer him. “So why don’t you respect her and the fucking music she’s trying to do? Doesn’t matter her clothes, or her makeup, or whatever she sings on her lyrics. It doesn’t give you the rights to say fucking ANYTHING. Did you understand me? She’s an artist, so talk about her art instead of being an asshole. And don’t ever try to touch her again. Or any other women without her consent.” He seemed very angry, and you just pressed the bottle of water on your hands while your heart was almost exploding. this shit was better than any demonstration of love.

“Yeah man.” Tommy just murmured, looking down.

“Asshole. You’re such a piece of shit.” Nikki said while getting up from the chair. The whole band did the same, and, before he walked to behind the cameras, he took one water bottle that was on a little table on their side and threw all the water on the interviewer, causing all the crew to run over him.

Nikki just pushed everyone and ran for your direction. You were just standing there, just processing everything that happened. You didn’t even pay attention to what the interviewer did or what all those people that were running through all the set were doing. You just watched Nikki getting closer while you were frozen on the same place. He smiled a lit bit concerned with everything, standing right at your front. You regret pushing him moments ago, so you just hugged him tightly, feeling his warm arms wrapping around your body. You rested your head on his chest for a while, closing your eyes and just concentrating on his breath.

“Thank you.” You said, letting him go and staring at his face. He was super worried about you, studying your face.

“Well, you said everyone can learn how to be better.” He smiled.

“Yeah, maybe I’m right.” You smiled back, getting on tiptoe so you could kiss him quickly, just touching his lips for a moment. He deserved that, and so do you, after torturing yourself for so long not allowing yourself of falling for him. You realized that he arched against you in search of more, so you pulled away. “One step at a time.” you whispered, smiling.

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