#mick mars fan fiction

[robocoplesb]

Older! Nikki Sixx x reader where the reader wants to start a family but Nikki isn’t so sure because of their age gap?

AGE GAP, nikki sixx

warnings: current!nikki, reader is 33, nikki and reader talking about having a child, reader taking care of a child, nikki and reader are married.

author's note: thank you very much for the request, anon. as someone new here it means a lot to me. hope you like. good read<3.

today was the first show of the band's new tour. it was the first tour you went on and you were so excited. just before the show started, one of the dancers asked you if you could take care of her son in the backstage during the show. she told you she couldn't get a babysitter for that night and seemed very nervous. you accepted very happily, knowing how well you got along with children and reassured her. she introduced you and theo to each other and informed you of a few things about where his things were and etc. at first he was really shy around you, probably kinda scared, but he was a very outgoing kid after all. theo was five years old, had dark curly hair and was really sweet.

“— is that your mom over there, theo?” — you asked smiling at the child in your arms while feeling brittany's phone pointed at you.

“— yes!” — he squealed and grinned as he tried to imitate his mother's movements.

you turned back, looking at brittany, who was smiling with you and knowing that you two were thinking how cute he was.

at night, when it got cold, you went to the dressing room with theo to get a coat. while you were dressing him, he had the idea of wanting to make up like nikki. you laughed as you pulled an eyeshadow palette out of your bag. your thumbs brushed against the black eyeshadow and you spread it on theo's cheeks. it had a black line on each side, just like nikki used to when he was younger.

you left the dressing room. you sat next to brittany as watched the little boy dancing the girls, girls, girls chorus. you smiled the whole song, at some point, noticing how theo's hair was the same color as nikki's and filling your mind with thoughts of a mini-nikki in the world. you imagined yourself holding your own child in your arms. it was not news to anyone close to you that you wanted to be a mother. much less for nikki. anyway, you two refused to talk about it until it just became something that was ignored. you and him knew it was there, but didn't want to face it. you didn't mean to bother nikki with this talk. he already had children, the youngest of them, frankie, being 21, and it got you thinking that he just didn't want to go through all the fatherhood complications, especially now that he was on tour. he never brought it up, so it was understood by you that he didn't want to talk about it.

that didn't mean that sometimes you didn't take a few hours to imagine a copy of you in your life. sometimes little things make you think about it, like when you babysit your friends kids, when you see nikki interact with fans kids or even when you saw families interacting somewhere. you didn't felt jealous, you felt happy thinking about when you might have it, until you started to think you never would.

you didn't get mad at nikki. you loved so much and you didn't feel that feeling could end for something like this.

when you started to feel suffocated by these thoughts, theo walked over to you and brittany and sat on your lap. he looked tired so you were just silent as you stroked his hair.

when the show was over, you thought he was already sleeping, but then as his mum starts to leave the stage, theo runs up to her and she takes him in her arms. he starts talking about how beautiful she looked and she can only smile. you get caught up in that scene and you only realize that nikki is there when you feel brittany get up to go to tommy. you look and run to him, just like the little boy you were taking care a little while ago. you practically throw yourself at nikki and bury your face in his neck. he wraps his arms around your waist and smiles when he sees how energetic you were.

before going to the dressing room, you congratulate the other boys. nikki is opening the door when you hear someone call your name and you turn to the side, seeing the same dancer as before with the boy in her arms. she looks out of breath, like she's been looking for you for a while. nikki looks at her too and laughs at the makeup on theo's face.

“—hey, lindsay.” — he says before turning his attention back to theo. “— nice look, boy.”

theo looks ecstatic when he sees that nikki has noticed him and turns to the dancer (who i just found out is called lindsay). “— mommy, he liked!” he can barely form a sentence, you almost cry at how cute he looks

lindsay laughs and comes over to hug you. you reciprocate and leave a kiss on theo's forehead. “— thank you so much for staying with him. he loved being there with you.”

"- you're welcome. you can leave him with me again if you don't want to worry about the babysitter thing. he is such an angel.”

“- oh my god, you are such angel”

she thanked again and then left. you and nikki walked in he looked at you confused.

“— took care of theo during the show tonight.” — you explained.

usually, the mood after shows was calm. you would talk a little and then had moments like this. nikki was sitting on the couch with the bass on his lap, practicing for the next show. sometimes he would whisper a curse when he got something wrong, but you remained quiet, with a record label in hands, striving to get the best angles of your husband. you smiled softly as you stopped recording and turned off the recorder.

“— nik..?” — you called, voice low as you tried not to maintain eye contact with him.

“— yes, hun?” — he said without looking at you as he put the bass away.

“— i was...hm, i was with theo today, and I started thinking...”

“—about..?” he said when he noticed you were taking your time to finish your sentence.

"— he is a very adorable child, right? so, i... — you took a deep breath. “— we could try. not now, if you don't want to. i mean, we don't need at any time if you don't want to. i know the tour is going to occupy us now but i just wanted to know what you think about it. you don't have to-”

“— hey, hey, calm down.” he had already noticed that you were nervous. you had the habit to start rambling when you didn't know what to say. he understood exactly what you meant, and he understood why you were like that. maybe understanding was one of the things you loved most about nikki.

you took a deep breath (again). “— i’m sorry. i've wanted to talk about this for so long and i just don't know how.” — you said, much quieter.

nikki looked at you and put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. you grabbed his hand and started playing with the rings. you were silent for almost two minutes.

“— if you don't say something now, i'm going to run out of here and i'll never be able to look you in the eye again.” you said, dramatizing. it was the first time you were shy around him.

he held her hand tightly and started “— right. look, i love you very much. i really do, i love you so much, and i could never make you doubt that. and if we really had a child, there's nothing in this world i would love more than this kid. you know that. you know me. that's why i think about you and that child. i don't want you to get hurt. i don't even know how to deal with it, man.”

“— why “get hurt”? If there's one thing i really know, it's that you're the best dad in the world. i mean, do you want this?” — you asked, in the same tone as before.

“— i want. i want everything with you. i want the children and the cliches you watch on tv. when i see how your friends trust in leaving the kids with us, or how you tell me you took care of theo during the show today, it’s so sweet. i know how much you want this, but seriously, i don't want you and that child to go through the media. the articles when we got married, all over again. these people don't care about us, only abot what our relationship offers. i can't stand the idea of having a child going through this, being used for this. and you too.”

you listened to everything he said and started to think. it was true. you and nikki had a big age gap and although it never really affected you, a lot of people talked about when you got married. you knew his fear was real, and you felt stupid for not thinking about it, but not enough to change your mind.

“— they don't need to know.” — you whispered, almost as if you were talking to yourself.

“— uh?”

“— they don't need to know. it's our life, right? we don't need to talk about it. we don't even have to let him near the cameras until a certain age.” — you said, more clearly.

nikki rubbed your arm gently as you turned to look at him. he smiled and kissed you. a reaction you didn't understand but only accepted.

“— you know, it breaks my heart to think of you not being a mother. it would be a waste.”

you knew exactly what that meant. in fact, he didn't look 100% convinced, but he looked enough for you to cheer as you kissed him all over his face and refused to let go of his arms.

[★]

“ give me hallmark

one dream, one life, one lover. ”

— lana del rey, venice bitch

[thesmokingguns]

Master List Motley Crue

NIkki Sixx

Currently Writing: Picking Peach One , TWO

Prompts

Nineteen

41 and 29

148 and 153

81 and 117

how I still love you

One Shots

Easter with Peach

A Dream Come True

Freak

Hot and Cold

Tous Les Jours

Off to the Races

Let them Eat Cake

So Caught Up IN You

Accidents Happen

Vintage Valentine

Easy Love

Make It Hurt

NO

Deserve

One Shot

Tea Snob

Lonely For You

One Bed

Lesson Learned

Taking it Slow

Hopelessly Devoted to You

I know its you

Making Out 

Trick or Treat

Couple COstume 

Peach and the Jealous Streak

Red Shirt Supremacy w/ Peach

Time

Bedtime Prayers

Safe?

Wedding Pearls

Little Red Truck

Peach and the Megaphone

Winner, Winner Hot Dog Dinner w/ Peach

Riding High

Bad Things

Living Dead Girl

Mine Part One

Mine Part Two

Now and Forever

Patience is a Virtue

24 Hours

It’s a Myth

Vince Neil

Music to Watch Boys to

Light at the end of the tunnel

Here Kitty, Kitty

Cheering For Baby

Tommy Lee

Kept Woman

Finding Out

Cheaters Punishment

Revenge

Multi Members

Candy w/ Terror Twins

Band Headcanon

Banking

Sex Positions

Chores

Wedding Gifts

Wedding Season

Going to the Carnival

Mothers Day

Cover Songs

WAP

[meikadonnelly]

{introduction}

hi, i'm mimi, i'm 16, from australia and i write fan-fiction one shots, head cannons and multi part stories. my favourite bands are motley crue and guns n roses. my favourite members are nikki sixx and izzy stradlin if you couldn't already tell.

{who i write for}

motley crue

^nikki sixx * ^tommy lee * ^mick mars * ^vince neil

guns n roses

^izzy stradlin * ^duff mckagen ^slash

metallica

^james hetfield ^kirk hammett

queen

^freddie mercury * ^brian may ^john deacon ^roger taylor

{notes}

+if a story has any mature themes, they will be named with a trigger warning for reader safety.

+i know much more about certain people which means their chapters will most likely be more detailed, and this is why for some bands, i do not write for all members. this doesn't mean they won't be included in other member's chapters. (people who i believe i will be better at writing for will have a star next to their name)

+as said before^, certain people will have a stronger storyline to others, however, this doesn't mean that I will only put effort into some and not others.

+the more detail in the requests, the better, as i want to create a clear and accurate piece.

+i write all types of fan-fiction, whether it is angst, fluff etc. keep in mind that i may turn some requests down if i am not comfortable writing it for you.

[groupieformckagan]

Does anyone have any suggestions for fanfics that involve Eddie Munson AND Mötley Crüe??? I found one on here that I liked and was looking for more. I don’t care if they’re on Wattpad AO3 or here on tumblr :)

[storiesforallfandoms]

Masterlist 3!

Here’s the third masterlist for all of my works! If you want to check out more of my work, here’s the links for masterlist one and masterlist two Imagines marked * are smutty imagines! Imagines marked ` are requests! Imagines marked ⭐ are personal favorites!

IMAGINES

STRANGER THINGS small ~ jim hopper` dance with me ~ eddie munson ⭐ starry night ~ steve harrington* (part five) ⭐ at the hip ~ steve harrington` ⭐ triple date ~ steve harrington (part six) ⭐ the freak ~ steve harrington (part seven) ⭐ oblivious ~ eddie munson ⭐ jason doesn’t know ~ eddie munson ⭐

SUPERNATURAL strange human feelings ~ castiel` cleaning ~ dean winchester`

HANNIBAL into fiction` sob story ~ hannibal lecter

THE BOYS obsession ~ billy butcher* ⭐ herogasm ~ soldier boy* ⭐ alone on christmas ~ billy butcher can’t get too close ~ billy butcher ⭐ change in a heartbeat ~ billy butcher ⭐

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY life father ~ diego hargreeves` rescue mission ~ klaus hargreeves’ ⭐

THE LAST OF US (HBO) friendly neighbors ~ joel miller ⭐ too sweet ~ joel miller

BARRY attraction ~ barry berkman` treat him better ~ barry berkman

AMERICAN HORROR STORY late night sins ~ xavier plympton (1984)*`

VICTORIOUS lost dog ~ tori vega` junker ~ beck oliver

HEMLOCK GROVE i don’t ever wanna see you with him ~ roman godfrey ⭐

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES roses are red ~ damon salvatore` ⭐

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH captive ~ blackbeard/ed teach ⭐

FUTURE MAN winner ~ josh futturman* ⭐

GAME OF THRONES littlest lion ~ oberyn martell (part one) ⭐ freedom ~ oberyn martell (part two) ⭐

THE WITCHER destiny ~ geralt of rivia

DOCTOR WHO looks of a princess ~ eleventh doctor ⭐

THE GENTLEMEN the assistant ~ raymond smith ⭐

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN spirit of nature ~ jack sparrow`

THE MAZE RUNNER i’ll keep you safe ~ newt`

MARVEL how things are now ~ marc spector and steven grant` ⭐ kneel ~ loki* the most wonderful time ~ bucky barnes fast ~ pietro maximoff ⭐

1917 early morning ~ will schofield*`

THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT happy birthday ~ javi gutierrez ⭐

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S i need someone older ~ william afton ⭐ the ice cream girl ~ mike schmidt

SALTBURN new toy ~ felix catton ⭐ partners ~ oliver quick ⭐

THE SANTA CLAUSE santa’s sister-in-law ~ bernard the elf

8 MILE one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr ⭐

PETE DAVIDSON your gift` favoritism`

HARRY STYLES the perfect tree a star in the making` sleepy head`

MACHINE GUN KELLY baby mama` ⭐ my queen*` getting your attention*` all the mistakes` not what it looks like` can’t keep doing this*`

EMINEM may the best artist win*` too close for comfort` ⭐ when it’s wrong but it feels right` in the dressing room*` he’s acting different` we have to stop meeting like this` every inch*` let’s surprise the world` i’m sorry i let you down`

GOODGUYFITZ wake up call*`

CORPSE HUSBAND letting go` they forgot` ⭐

ASHTON IRWIN home life` cover me*`

CONAN GRAY pushing`

MATTHEW LILLARD accidental drunk confessions`

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE feeling good*`

ALEX TURNER more than a song*` ⭐

BO BURNHAM can’t handle this right now ⭐ look at me*`

KRISTEN STEWART special customer`

TARON EGERTON he already has my approval ⭐

ROBERT PATTINSON my favorite superhero

GERARD WAY good girl*`

GWILYM LEE history repeats itself`

RYAN GOSLING play date`

JOSEPH QUINN bad idea, right? ⭐

RANBOO fluffy haired gamer boy`

JACOB ELORDI height advantage`

MOTLEY CRUE she is mine ~ mick mars`

CHRIS EVANS not used to normal` ⭐

SWAGGERSOULS our next step`

SHIPS

family reunion ~ hermione granger x draco malfoy`

HEADCANONS

showing pedro pascal fan edits ⭐ sitting on jschlatt’s lap ⭐

NSFW ALPHABET

rook (jp capellette)*` eddie munson* ⭐ billy butcher* ⭐

[earthfire-75]

You Send Me Flying

Chapter Eight

Author’s notes: co-written with @nature-and-music, beta’ed by @lady-jane-revisited. Based on The Dirt movie. I have, since gotten a copy of the book and read it, however, this fic is finished except for som editing still left. Warnings: language and smut.

After he helped me with my bra and shirt, he placed a loving kiss on my lips and then headed back to the bathroom. I stepped out, I was in too much of a daze to even acknowledge the others and their juvenile attempts to mimic my whimpering voice. Mick returned wearing his usual shirt and jeans, heading over to the kitchen to grab us a couple of beers. The guys asked where their bottles were, Mick asked something along the lines about whether their legs were broken or not. He helped me onto the couch and I rested my head on his shoulder, his hand softly petting my hair as he offered me a drink. I took the bottle and smiled in appreciation before gulping down a fair amount of it. I let the impatient drummer know that his stuff was on the table and waved him off to put everything on.

“You two are fucking gross!” He shouted in the bathroom doorway, loudly slamming the door.

Mick was in too much of a good mood to respond, instead he was focused on me and his bottle. Tommy soon came out in a huff, but admitted that he really loved it, even though he practically grumbled it under his breath.

Vince cleared his throat, “So… Chinese sounds good tonight?”

Everyone unanimously agreed and Vince got on the phone to place our orders. Aside from a few compliments about the outfits and how soon they would be getting their makeup, to say that dinner time was awkward was an absolute understatement. Thankfully someone had the smart idea to turn on the TV, after about an hour’s run of Dukes of Hazzard and Wonder Woman later, I was feeling a little ready to hit the sack. Mick soon followed behind, the guys kept their eyes glued to the screen as Charlie’s Angels title sequence began.

“You boys promise to be in bed by 10?” I joked.

Nikki answered for the group, “Yes ‘mother’, we’ll make sure to brush our teeth while we’re at it.”

“Good, well see you in the morning,” I headed out, taking Mick’s hand and asking him to help me with the costumes, soon returning to my apartment. “Just put everything on the table for right now, I’ll hang it up later.”

Mick shut the front door with his leg, holding back a grunt as he set everything down. I was immediately at his side, even though he told me that he was fine. I wanted to say something, but he waved his hand and shook his head, “I’m fine, just let me sit down.”

“Here, come with me Mick,” I helped him to the couch, “Here lie down-”

Mick stubbornly refused and insisted that he preferred to sit instead. I sighed, but let him be as I took the spot beside him. I moved back a lock of my hair, as I stared at him. My eyes were on his lips, and I could feel my hand instinctively resting upon my chest.

He raised a brow and smirked, “So, why’d you bring me here?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the one who took my hand, I think you had reason,” he noted with a chuckle. “Did you want to talk about something? Or did you want me to suck on your tits again?”

“Shut up,” I answered with a snicker, still he was right about wanting to have him here with me. Now that we were finally alone, I felt comfortable enough to talk to him about it. “Well Mick, I um… I really loved what you did to me today. That was… amazing.”

Mick reached over and pecked my lips, his hand resting on my thigh giving me a little squeeze. I hummed against his lips as he offered me more of his kisses, “You were a very naughty girl today.” One kiss on my jaw, “The guys could have seen you.” One kiss on my cheek, “But you wanted it...” One kiss to my other cheek, “You’re a dirty girl, Princess. And you loved it, didn’t you?”

All I could muster was a delightful purr, my hands caressing his chest. His pecks continued, reaching to my throat and nipping at me with his teeth. I sighed as I craned my head back and let him continue, biting down on my lip as I felt his hands reach into the back of my shirt. My body was aching for his touch and sure enough his hands started to fondle my back, his fingers sliding along the band of my bra. I hummed his name and my heart skipped a beat when he successfully unhooked the rings with ease. His hands reached to the front and freed me of my garment, tossing it aside, and rubbing my breasts over my shirt. His thumbs easily located my nipples, slowly circling my buds that were clearly poking through the fabric.

“You like that baby?” He seductively inquired, lightly pulling on them.

“Yes, daddy.” My chest was heaving with each breath. “More…please, more!”

He smirked and his hands drifted down towards the waistband of my jeans, one hand moving further down, lightly brushing his thumb over my clothed center as the other worked at getting my jeans undone. I gasped at the feeling of heat shooting straight to my core and released his name on a whispered breath. I could feel myself shaking in a combination of desire and nerves, need and just a little bit frightened. Not because of Mick, but because I’ve never let anyone get this far before. What if the idea of me being a virgin scared him off? Or maybe he would prefer someone with experience? I knew I should talk to him about this before it’s too late, but I couldn’t stop squirming against that deliciously soft touch at my center.

“Mick…”

He only hummed in response as he started pressing soft kisses on the area above my jeans as he worked the zipper down with his hands.

“Mick. Wait…”

His hands immediately stopped, but his mouth was not quite able to suppress a groan. He looked up at me with concern in his eyes. Maybe he was a bit worried too. “What’s wrong?” He asked gently.

I took a moment to gather my breath and shifted back up into a sitting position. “First, please just know that I want this. But, first, there’s something you should know…”

I must have looked panicked, because he sat up a little straighter and cupped my cheek in his hand. “Hey, what is it? You can tell me. You know that?”

I leaned into his touch, pressing a soft kiss to the palm of his hand. “I…I know. It’s just…I…I’ve never…I don’t know what to do!”

Mick almost seemed to stop breathing. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? That I’m…I’m your first?”

I nodded, unable to make a sound, though I got up on my knees and moved closer to him.

“I don’t deserve that. I’m not-“

I stopped his rambling of self-doubt, “Hey, let me decide who deserves it, it’s mine to give. Just show me what to do.”

He leaned in and gave me a soft peck on the lips. “Where’s the bedroom?”

I smiled against the kiss and stood up, shimmying out of my jeans and started walking toward my room, crooning my finger at him in a come hither motion. Mick was quick to get out of his seat and followed me down the hall, losing his clothes along the way. I took off my shirt and bra once inside my room and turned on the lamp next to my bed for some soft light. Mick came up from behind me, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down past my hips.

“Lose those too, Princess.” He whispered in my ear before moving to the bed, pulling the sheets back and setting up the pillows. I finished taking off my panties and watched as he climbed onto the bed with his back against the pillows and held his hand out to me. “Come here, Princess.”

I bit my lip as I felt my nerves rising in anticipation and took his hand, letting him guide me onto the bed and straddle his lap. He placed his hands on my thighs, slowly moving them up to explore my body as if memorizing me by feel. I leaned forward to press my lips to his, one of my hands on the headboard for support while I gently wrapped the other around his throat, deepening our kiss. Mick settled one of his hands at my breast, his thumb flicking against my nipple as he brought his other hand to my center. I could feel his knuckles brushing against my center, as before on the couch, sending another shot of heat through me.

My hips moved instinctively and I hummed into his mouth. A finger parted my nether lips and felt the vibration of his answering moan against my mouth. My lower half pushed down on his digit, begging for him to touch me further. He happily obliged as his finger traced both my outer and inner lips, slowly following the way my petals were formed. Barely sliding over and around my bud, causing me to whine and gasp as I parted from his mouth.

He chuckled, “My sweet girl, my sweet little Princess.” The padding of his fingertip barely swiped along my clitoris, his smirk becoming deeper, “That’s it, moan for me.”

Whether he ordered me or not, all I could do was produce nothing but the sounds of pleasure, slightly being able to say his name, “M-Mick, oh Mick…”

His hand placed itself comfortably between my legs, “Fuck yourself on my fingers and keep your eyes on me. Understand?”

He gave my thigh a squeeze, and I answered back, “Yes Daddy.”

I could only hold back my moans as best as I could. My hips rising and falling upon the shape of those talented digits of his. He kept his hand still and examined the way my face and body would react. I moved my hips slowly, trying to control the sensations running through me, but then he added a second finger and began to stretch me, scissoring the digits against my walls. Whatever little control I had was suddenly gone. Both my hands now gripped the headboard as my hips moved faster. My moans became louder and my eyes began to close against this new feeling I didn’t have words for. Then I felt a smack against the side of my ass, causing me to gasp in a strange sense of pleasure.

“Look at me, Princess.”

I opened my eyes again, trying to focus on his own. His thumb flicked across my clit and I nearly screamed his name, making my hips jerk in reaction. Another flick caused a similar reaction.

“Mick! I-I-I!”

“Let go, Princess. Cum for me.”

I still didn’t quite understand what was happening to me, but damn it was mind blowing! I could feel the inner muscles of my… begging to squeeze around his fingers as he began to curl them inside me, pressing against a particularly sensitive spot. I stopped trying to keep any control over myself and thrust my hips against his fingers with wild abandon, head thrown back as I loudly called his name, forgetting that I had neighbors while I cried out in pleasure, begging for my release until it finally came with a scream and my legs started shaking.

“Good girl, Princess. So, wet…” he whispered, slowly removing his fingers from my core, bringing them to his mouth and sucking my nectar from them with a deep, savoring moan.

As I watched him, another shot of heat went straight to my core and I could feel the wetness between my legs start coating my thighs. I tried to squeeze my thighs together and I felt the tip of his cock against my center, sending a pulsing ache through me and making me whimper.

“I’ve got you, Princess.” He brought me down for a gentle yet passionate kiss and I happily invited his tongue into my mouth. I felt him shift just slightly, reaching down between us, and then the tip of his cock gathering my nectar and lining himself up at my entrance. “Are you ready to take my cock, Princess?”

I whimpered again, but nodded my head. “Yes. Please, Daddy…”

Mick pulled me roughly down on him by my hips until I took as much of him as I could. My body jerked toward him and I bit back another scream. I couldn’t decide between pleasure or pain, but it subsided fairly quickly. He stilled for a moment, whispering reassurances that the painful part was over. The feeling of being filled by him was almost overwhelming and I whimpered again, feeling a need to move and squeeze him, making him moan. At last he began to move his own hips as he guided mine to slide along his length.

“Just like that, Princess. Good girl.” He praised me as I continued to follow his guidance on my own. His fingers teased my clit and his mouth devoured my breasts, leaving love bites in his wake.

[misswhiskeyheart]

Sunday (Mick Mars x Reader)

We lay naked; legs entwined and a sheen of sweat glossing over our skin. My head rested against his chest, tucked against him as his fingertips traced featherlight patterns on my arm. He lifted my hand and brought it close to his face, as if he was studying each line on my knuckles, each torn cuticle and each fingernail. His thumb brushed over the faded scar on the knuckle of my pinky; the one that looked like a star. “Were you bitten by a rat?”

MissWhiskey_Heart on AO3.

[toria-lilith]

Smoke and Roses - A Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx fan fiction (chapter one)

A/N - Hi guys! So I made a post about this a few days ago but I decided, since I finally remembered the fucking password to this blog, that I’d rework some of the writing and plot points in Smoke and Roses, and republish it! I really hope you enjoy more this time round! 

Fic Summary: Holland Van-Ness is a PR manager. At only twenty three years old, she is smart, sharp and straight edge; and the best in the business at what she does. But when she gets involved with the reckless Motley Crue, her life changes forever.

DISCLAIMER:: I would like start by saying I do not condone any of the actions portrayed by any member of Motley Crue, any member of their crew, or any OC. This work is fictitious, and is in no way meant to glamorise drug or alcohol abuse. ‘Smoke and Roses’ is based on the events of Netflix’s ‘The Dirt’, and the autobiography of the same name, and follows the both of them closely, and will include details regarding the aforementioned abuse that may be triggering to some readers. The timeline in this fic also differs slightly from real life and The Dirt. With all that being said, proceed with caution, and enjoy!

It was the ringing of the phone that awoke Holland.

In her grogginess, she seriously considered rolling back over and ignoring it, but just when she thought it was done, it started to ring again; long, and loud, and tearing her back from the comfort of sleep.

Holland groaned. She rolled begrudgingly out of bed and made her way across her bedroom, where her phone was hung upon the wall opposite her bed by the window. Whoever was calling her better have had a damn good reason to be bothering her at nine AM, and on a Saturday of all days.

“Hello?” She said tiredly into the receiver, running a hand back through her dark blonde hair to push it back from her face, “Holland Van-Ness speaking.”

“Ahh, Holly,” a voice, irritatingly cheerful for the time of day, greeted her on the other end. “It’s Doc Mghee.”

Well, that certainly peaked her interest, and Holland was suddenly wide awake. Though she had known Doc for years, he rarely called for a chat, which could only mean one thing; he had a job for her. “Doc, good to hear from you,” she responded warmly, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

It had been a year or so since Holland had last spoken to the infamous manager. He had been a close friend of her Father’s before he passed away, and had been the one to help her break into the music industry when she was a mere eighteen years old. That had been five years ago; and Holland was eternally grateful. She owed a massive amount of her success to Doc. “Tell me,” he said, “how soon are you able to get to LA?”

Holland raised an eyebrow at the question even though Doc couldn’t see her. “Doc, if I’m going to make a trip to LA, I should know what it’s about.”

Doc chuckled. “I’m getting to it. I’ve found you a band.”

“Oh yeah?” Holland had expected that, of course. She balanced the phone between her ear and her shoulder and reached over to her dresser to fish for a notebook and pen. “And… what band might this be?”

“You’re not going to like it,” Doc chuckled again, and Holland didn’t like the way he seemed to be deliberately avoiding answering her question. “But just hear me out, alright? I think this might be just the challenge you’ve been looking for.”

Holland felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. Part of her thought she knew exactly who had had in mind, and he was right; she didn’t like it. “...Go on,” she pressed him after a moment.

Doc chuckled for a third time. He sounded unmistakably nervous. “Motley Crue.”

For a moment, Holland was silent as she digested this information, and then she laughed. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Holly-”

“Are you crazy? Doc, you seriously want me to fly all the way out to LA to be their PR manager? That’s career suicide!” 

“Holly,” he went on pleadingly, “these boys need help. If anyone can sort out their shit-show of a public image, it’s you. They’re on the verge of real success here, but my God, their image has got to be fixed. They need you, Holly. Just come to one show. If you think they’re beyond help, I’ll pay for your flight back. But just give them a chance. These kids need some sense talking into them and they don’t listen to me.”

“Kids?” Holland scoffed. “They’re not kids, they’re grown ass men!”

“Look, the choice is yours,” Doc sighed heavily, “can I expect to meet you at the airport or not?”

“Dammit Doc…” she groaned loudly, making it very clear to him exactly how she felt. “Fine. I’ll catch the next flight out.”

Holland heard Doc cheer. “Holland Van-Ness, you are a star!”

The line went dead as Doc hung up. That time, it was Holland’s turn to sigh. She’d heard stories about Motley Crue that were rivalled only by her nightmares. In the six months since they’d debuted, they’d singlehandedly caused more problems than any other band Holland had managed, and she had had to put up with some serious shit. From their very first gig, Holland had decided they were trouble, and she had sworn to herself that she was not going to get involved with them or any other band like them. Apparently, that was not a promise she was going to be keeping.

Holland padded sleepily into the bathroom, where she lingered for a moment to brush her teeth and pull a comb through her hair. She paused by the sink to take a good luck at her reflection. She looked a damn sight better than she had done five minutes ago, but there was an emotion in her eyes that Holland didn’t immediately recognize. She realised after a moment, that it was fear. 

She drew in a shaky breath. When she told Doc working with Motley was career suicide, she hadn’t been joking, and that thought scared her more than anything. If she didn’t have her job, what did she have?

She rushed back into her bedroom where she dressed quickly and threw a few essentials into a small suitcase. Anything else she needed, or had forgotten, she supposed she could buy once she landed in LA. Holland had worked with a menagerie of bands; from small, local acts to headlining musicians. She had helped all of them maintain a fairly respectable public image. But now, in the cab on her way to the airport to meet Motley freakin’ Crue, she couldn’t help but feel as though she was completely out of her depth.

She made her way through customs fairly quickly and within the hour, found herself in a less than comfortable aisle seat on a four hour flight from Miami to LA. That sinking feeling remade its home in her stomach as the plane started its ascension, and Holland found herself gripping the arm rest, so tightly her knuckles strained white against her skin. She was at least comforted by the thought that when she inevitably wanted to return home, she wouldn’t have to pay for the flight.

As the plane made its way through the sky towards LA, Holland tried to catch up on the sleep that Doc had so cruelly taken from her but it was nearly impossible over the roar of the engines and her own feelings of anxiety, and so eventually, she gave up and resigned herself to watching the clouds whizz by the window. Before she knew it, LA was upon her, and she found Doc waiting for her by the luggage claim.

When she saw her old family friend, all her frustration momentarily drained away and she embraced him in a tight, if not brief, hug. “It’s good to see you, Holly,” he told her with a smile.

“And you!” She said. She looked anxiously over his shoulder, expecting to see the band stroll through the duty free stores towards them. “They’re not joining us?” She asked him.

“Relax,” Doc assured her quickly, “they’re not here. I thought you’d want to get some brunch and get settled in first.”

Holland smiled weakly, reassured. “That sounds great.”

She collected her suitcase and allowed Doc to carry it out to the cab for her. She could have carried it herself given that it wasn’t too heavy, but she was exhausted after her busy morning, and was secretly grateful for his help. When they got into the back of the cab, Doc looked as though he was going to start with some pleasantries, but when he turned to Holland and saw the look on her face, he knew she was ready to talk business. He could tell she had a lot of questions, and motioned for her to start.

“Alright,” she said, folding her hands casually on her lap, “first and foremost, where am I going to be staying? You didn’t mention a hotel or anything in your phone call.”

Doc grimaced and didn’t say anything for what felt like an eternity. “Once again,” he said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, “you’re not going to like it.”

Holland’s face fell a mile. “Doc…” she deadpanned, “tell me I’m not going to be staying with them.” She looked at him intently but Doc said nothing, which only confirmed her fears. “Are you serious, Doc?” She asked him furiously, “working with them is going to be bad enough!”

“The money’s not bad,” he reminded her, hoping to diffuse the situation but she only scoffed.

“Yet clearly not good enough to buy me a hotel room,” she scowled. “Why the hell do I have to stay with them?”

“Holly, these boys aren’t like anyone you’ve ever worked with before,” Doc told her. “You’re going to have to work a lot harder with them than you have with any other band. You’re going to need them to trust you, Holly. And this is the way to do that.” He gave her a look that Holly recognized and understood almost instantly. It was the same pleading look her Father used when he wanted her to cooperate.

Even so, she groaned loudly. “Alright, fine,” she relented. “I’ll stay with them.” She sighed, turning to look out of the window to avoid seeing the triumphant grin on Doc’s face. “So, what are they like?”

“They’re…” Doc trailed off. He glanced out of his own window, as though the street passing by would inspire him. “They’re a handful,” he settled on eventually, “self centered. Arrogant. But, they’re talented as Hell, and I think they’ve got it in them to be good kids. They just need a little push in the right direction.”

Holland hummed in acknowledgement. She didn’t say anything else, but she didn’t need to. A beeping sound came from Doc’s pocket. He sighed, pulling out the small pager. A scowl passed over his face.

“Aw, crap,” he mumbled, “sorry, Holly. We might have to put that brunch on hold.” He slipped the pager back into his pocket and fed another address to the cab driver, different to the one he had initially given.

“Why?” Holland frowned, “what’s happened?”

“What’s happened is you’re about to start your job a couple hours early,” he said grimly, “there’s been a fight.”

Holland found herself rolling her eyes. “Of course there has,” she grumbled, though she didn’t know why she was surprised. When working with Motley Crue, she should have expected nothing less.

[nikki-fcking-sixx]

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[jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels]

Shout at the Devil

A/N: Happy Halloween! I’m back! And if feels good to be writing again. I’ve been rewatching Supernatural and started working on this earlier this month. I hope y’all enjoy it! Nikki Sixx summons a demon.

Trigger Warnings: Mentions drugs, drug use, sex, language, the occult and death.

Dec 30 1981

Dirt and rocks crunched under my boots with every step, carrying me further down the backroad as I mentally went over the list of things I’d need, according to the chick at the occult store.

Shovel, check.

Jar of grave yard dirt, check.

Bone of a black cat, check.

Photo of myself, check.

Full moon, check.

All things I’d need to summon a demon. Supposedly.

As I closed in on the crossroads, I began to sweat. I was rethinking my leather jacket. Or maybe it wasn’t the heat, El Niño weather, but fear. Either this would work, and I’d be facing a demon, or it wouldn’t and I’d be pissed.

I stopped right in the center of the gravel paths and looked up at the road sign.

“Error Way and Badd Road” I read aloud to no one. “Huh, wonder if that’s an omen.”

Shrugging off the slight unsettled feeling in my gut, I let the shovel hit ground with a loud ping.

“Time to dig” I mumbled begrudgingly.

I focused on the task at hand to keep the fear and doubt from tickling back into my thoughts. This shit had better be worth it.

Dig a hole just deep enough to bury the jar, and wait. How long would I wait? The chick at the metaphysical store hadn’t given me many details. She didn’t even want to tell me how it was done at first. Luckily I can be pretty persuasive.

I grew more impatient with every mound of dirt I piled next to the small opening in the earth I had created.

“Fuck it, that’s good enough” I sighed, taking the photo of myself from my pocket, I had to cut some chick out of the picture, hopefully that wouldn’t matter. The cat bone was already in the jar, along with the grave yard dirt. Quickly I shoved the photo in the jar, and screwed the lid back on. I knelt down, gently placing the jar in the hole. I stared at it for a moment before I grabbed a handful of dirt and slowly began to cover it. My own face staring back at me from the photo behind the glass. I sighed as I dusted my hands off.

“Now what?” I murmured as I looked around.

I fully took in my surroundings for the first time. The moon in the sky was bright enough to light up everything, but it wasn’t warm like the suns light, it was cold. Everything was tinted in hues of blue and grey. The darkness of the shadows seemed endless.

It wasn’t until I shifted to stand that I realized, there weren’t any typical night sounds. No crickets, no rustling of leaves, not even the hoot of an owl. In that moment I truly understood the meaning of, the silence was deafening. It caused a pit in my stomach. My fight or flight was kicking in.

“Screw it” I said, as I turned quickly on my heels only to be stopped before I could move further.

“Shit” I yelped, startled.

An stunning woman was standing before me. Her waist length brown hair, framed her pale face, with full dark lips. She was clad in leather that hugged every curve of her body. As alluring as she was, her eyes made my blood run cold. They were red. Glowing, fiery, red.

“Wow” I breathed.

“Thanks”. Her voice was like silk, it was as if the single word ran smoothly down my spine, causing me to shiver.

“I honestly didn’t know what to expect” I admitted, for some reason.

“I come in whatever form appeals to you. Now, you called, I answered, I’m assuming you want to make a deal.” She said, slowly moving towards me, her body swaying seductively.

“A deal? Right, yeah. I um...I want Motley Crue to be famous, world wide. I want fame, fortune, women, tours, multi platinum albums. I want it all.” I blurted.

I’d never said the words out loud before. I’d said it all without thinking. Just a brief pause, and I’d lost control of my own voice. My own thoughts. It was surprising to hear the words coming from my mouth. No matter how true they were.

A smile slowly spread across her lips. It wasn’t friendly, but also not pure evil. It was a knowing and ,somehow, condescending smile. Her red eyes flickered, with what I can only assume was the pleasure she was getting from this moment.

“Well, you don’t want much, do ya?” She cooed.

“I deserve it” the words flew from my mouth before a thought even formed in my mind.

Her brows peaked as a laugh bubbles from her mouth. It wasn’t a pleasant, happy sound, it was guttural. Evil. I froze in fear.

I swallowed thickly as she spoke.

“You do, huh? Well then, I’ll give you six years, Nikki Sixx, instead of the standard ten.”

“What...what do you mean? Like when you’ll take my soul?” I questioned, seems I wasn’t as prepared as I thought.

“Oh no, handsome, I already have that” she said, her hand flicking open. A small, bright orb shimmered in here palm. It seemed to be trying to escape her, it began darting around, held back by some invisible force.

Quickly, she curled her hand into a fist crushing the light. As she did I felt a sharp pain deep within my chest. It’s intensity causing me to gasp, and grab at my shirt. I doubled over, trying to catch my breath. Bright, star bursts clouding my vision.

As the pain subsided I looked back at her, a sinister expression played on her face.

“Six year to what?” I panted, standing to my full height again. My hand still planted firmly on my chest.

“Until you die” she replied, so matter of factly.

“Wha...” I huffed.

“Yeah, that’s all part of the deal. Didn’t anyone tell you that?” I asked, cocking her head. She was enjoying this. Her expression hid nothing.

“No” I said quietly.

“Well” she hummed “you’re welcome to turn back now...I’ll play nice.”

The look on her face told me otherwise.

“Six year...” I hummed. I’d live past 27, unlike Hendrix, Morrison. I could do a lot in six years. Have a lot of fun. Make a lot of money. Bag so many chicks. Do so many drugs.

“How it will happen?” I asked, the demons eyes trained on me as I began to paced.

“Oh I don’t know. I haven’t thought of the how yet. But my babies will find you” she shrugged.

“Babies?” I asked cluelessly.

I wasn’t clueless long. Soon there was a rustling in the tall grass, growls and barks followed. But there was nothing there as the sounds drew closer.

“What the hell!” I panicked. Moving backwards away from the unseen. The unknown. I was being cornered but nothing, or nothing visible.

“Ha! Yes!” She said, almost giddy. “Hellhounds. My babies!”

I spun around as I felt her hand on my shoulder, the growls and barking stopping.

“Do we have a deal?” She asked, her voice low, her eyes searing into mine. I was sure I’d see them in my nightmares for years to come. I could hear the echoes of screams in my mind as she stared me down. But they weren’t my own, they were other souls. Souls shed collected. As loudly as they screamed, they couldn’t stop what happened next.

The word slip passed my lips, quietly, little more than a breath, “yes.”

“Perfect!” She clapped her hands together like some demonic cheerleader, reveling in her conquest. Her smile growing larger and more sinister.

“So....now what? Do I sign your book or whatever?” I asked.

“Book? Do I look like Lucifer? Is it’s 1692? This isn’t some Hawthorne story, Goodman Brown.” She laughed, although I wasn’t sure if she was laughing at me or her own jokes.

“No no...you kiss me.” She said, her lips curved into a devious smirk.

“I kiss you...as in, sealed with a kiss?” I asked.

“Where do you think the term came from?” she laughed, moving closer to me.

My body responded on its own. Leaning towards her. But my mind told me to run. Scream. My body didn’t care if she was dangerous.

Here crimson eyes raked over my face, down my body, and back up. She licked her lips before a hiss passed over her clenched teeth.

“You’ll be so fun to play with” she whisper, her hand snaking up my chest, before she grabbed my chin roughly. In a blink her lips were on mine. The white hot heat of an electric current rocketed through my body, from my lips to my toes and back again.

As quickly as it happened, it was over.

“Ouch” I said through my fingers as I rubbed my lips.

“Ya got six years handsome, make em count. And...enjoy the fame.” She quipped before turned on her heels, and started walking away from me.

Flames began crawling up her legs as she moved, and swiftly made their way up her figure. As confusion and panic started spike, she was gone. Not even a cloud of smoke remained.

“Now what?” I asked out loud. Bewilderment over the past five minutes settled in. Did that really happen? Was the band going to become more famous then we could imagine? Did I really only have six years?

I picked up the shovel as I began to make my way back to my car. I guess we’d have to wait and see.

Dec 23, 1987

Usually I heard what sounded like people talking when I was high. Causing me to fire off my gun and shoot at unseen intruders. But today, and the past few days, it was dogs. I heard dogs barking and growling. Clawing at my doors. I knew the only answer was to shoot up again. It was always the only answer.

But I knew they were her dogs. Waiting for me. It was closing in on six years. She’d kept her end of the deal, we had it all. And I made sure to drink it, snort it, fuck it and shoot it all.

At the hotel I was too shaken and physically shaky to shoot myself up. The dogs were getting closer. Slash was there, but too fucked up to help, so I asked the dealer.

“Do it for me?” I mumbled, trying to tie off my arm. “The dogs won’t stop otherwise.”

“Dogs?” he huffed with a humorless laugh. “If the money weren’t so good, I might tell you you need to cut back.”

“Shut up, asshole” I said through clenched teeth as I held onto the belt as tightly as I could.

Soon I felt the comforting pinch of the needle as it sank into my skin. I watched as the plunger dropped and released the belt. My eyes slammed shut. The normal feeling of peace and pain relief didn’t hit me. And the dogs didn’t stop barking.

They got louder. Closer. I could feel their breath on my face. Feel them around me.

My eyes flew open, and I was shocked to find myself standing at the crossroads.

“What the hell?” I gasped.

“Oh this isn’t hell....not yet.” A familiar, silky voice spoke from behind me.

The same pit formed in my stomach as I gradually turned towards the sound of her voice.

When I faced her head on, she looked the same as she did the night I made a deal with her. She was sexy, but pure evil seeped out of her.

“Hello handsome” she cooed, soothingly. Her eyes glowing. They’d haunted me for years. I swore I felt them watching me, constantly.

“You made me OD?” I asked, I thought her dogs were going to rip me to shreds before that hit. “Not very creative.”

“No,” she admitted “you did that on your own. You’re reckless, which I like.”

She winked at me as I scoffed.

“But you really didn’t make this much fun for my babies or myself. Usually they have a good nibble at someone before we’re reunited. And I had everything planned out perfectly!” She plastered a faux pout on her lips.

“Sorry to disappoint.” I said, irritated.

“Oh, maybe I’ll still let them have a bit or two,” she replied, her vicious smile returning to her face.

“I’m dead then? The ride is over?” I asked. Not ready to truly believe it.

She nodded as she moved towards me, her body swaying side to side, like a snake. Her eyes burning brighter.

“Now it’s time to have some fun” she whispered, her arms wrapping around my neck, and her fingers crawling up my hair. Feeling like spiders.

“For who?” I spit.

“Oh” she chuckled “for me of course. You’ve had your time. Now...it’s my turn.”

She leaned closer, her lips brushing me ear as she whispered, “I’m gonna enjoy this.” Her tongue shot out, licking my cheek.

I shook her off as her evil laugh spilled from her mouth. Who knew someone so hot could make my skin crawl.

“Ready?” She asked, as she began to walk backwards, I felt a pull. Like a rope was tied around me, tugging at me. Drawing me towards her. With her.

But I wasn’t ready. I hadn’t ever expected demons to be real, or even the deal we made. She’d coerced me, pulled the thoughts and wishes from my mind before I even had a chance to reconsider. But that’s what you get when you mess with demons I guess.

I dug my heels in the ground.

“No” I said through gritted teeth. I wasn’t ready.

“Excuse me?” She hissed. Her face contorted, illuminated by the glow of her eyes.

“No!” I yelled.

Suddenly I sat up. Gasping. Sweating. With a sharp pain in my chest.

I quickly glanced around, I wasn’t at the crossroads any longer. I had never been more relieved to be in an ambulance. As I looked down towards the pain, I saw two syringes stuck in my chest.

I looked towards the man sitting by my side and said the only thing I could.

“Ouch!”

1988

After the withdrawals and a lot of therapy, I was feeling better. I was sleeping, eating, showering.

And writing.

When I was high, I was too focused on my next high. Now I was craving a new album, especially after the canceled tour.

I wasn’t sure if what I experienced that night, or even the whole ordeal with the demon has been real. Was it all the drugs? Has I lost my mind for years and no one noticed? Or maybe they did, but didn’t want to crash their gravy train. Whatever the case, I tried not to dwell on it, but during the withdrawals she haunted my fevered dreams. Her wicked laugh, her sinister eyes. They were nothing but nightmare fuel, no matter how pretty the package.

I had my nose in a notebook, as I plucked at my bass strings when there was a knock on my rehab room door.

“You have a visitor” said the young male nurse who popped in “they’re outside, on the lawn.”

“Thanks” I said, letting my pencil drop. I carefully laid my guitar on the bed, as I stood and stretched. I’d been sitting there for a few hours. I wasn’t expecting anyone, but I liked having visitors.

I grabbed a cup of coffee as I made my way out to the lawn. I shielded my eyes from the setting sun, as I looked around. There were people milling around, but all the tables were empty, except one. It was the furthest from the door. And the figure sitting there made my blood freeze in my veins.

It couldn’t be.

I slowly and cautiously walked towards her. Her long hair hanging over the back of the chair. Her leather clan legs crossed one over the other. I was glad her back was to me. I wasn’t ready to face her yet.

I stopped a few feet from the table, trying to gather my courage.

“Come, sit with me” she said, not bothering to turn around.

I exhauled loudly, I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath. I steadied myself as I walked around the table and took the seat across from her.

I set my coffee on the table before I lowered myself into the chair. I hadn’t looked at her yet, I focused on the cup, the chair, my feet, anything but her. I could feel her gaze on me though. Burning a hole through my skin, which she could likely do.

I closed my eyes before raising my face towards her.

Slowly I forced my eye lids open, and looked at her. A smirk played on her lips, but her terrifying eyes were hidden behind large dark sunglasses, much to my relief.

“Hello again, handsome” she cooed, as I leaned back slightly in my chair.

“Come to take me back to hell?” I asked.

She chuckled before sighing dramatically.

“You never made it to hell, handsome, what a pity.” She replied, “no, I’m actually here to return this to you.”

She laid her hand on the table, palm up, as a small, dim light flickered in her hand.

“My soul” I whispered, staring at the light as it seemed to brighten when I spoke.

“Yeah” she sounded irritated, “seems you found a loop hole in our deal. You died, but you were brought back. So this no longer belongs to me.”

Without hesitation, I reached for the light, but she quickly pulled her hand away. Taunting me.

I looked back at her, the glasses now on the tip of her nose, revealing her demon eyes.

“Unless, of course” she hissed “you want to make another deal.” Her ruby lips curled into an evil grin.

“No” I mumbled.

“No? You don’t sound so sure” she pressed.

“No.” I bit back.

“Fine, you’re really no fun now” she groaned, her hand extending closer to me. I reached for it again, and just as my finger tip brushed the edge of the light, I felt a jolt shake my body. Warmth flooded every bone, every muscle, every cell in my body.

She continued to stare at me, rolling her blood red eyes as my body stop shaking. She’s lost at her own game, it seemed to be new for her, and not something she seemed to relish.

“Thank you” I said, even though I wasn’t sure why.

Her eyebrow peaked as she pushed the sunglasses back up her nose.

“Enjoy it, I guess” she shrugged before quickly getting to her feet, “you know how to find me when you need me.”

“I won’t need you” I said quickly.

“We’ll see, handsome” she said before blowing me a kiss “we’ll see.”

@niksixx @nikki-fucking-sixx @nikkisiexx @nikkisixxwiththebass @xxisxxisxxis

[propertyofnikkisthighs]

She’s My Collar pt. 5

So I was gonna try to upload an update for both fics, but I’m still feeling yucky so have this chapter for now which I’m sorry if it’s not great, the next one will be better I promise lol.

Tag List: @nowhereiswhereibelong​ @littlemisscare-all​

“Miss did you hear me?” The officer in front of me grunts.

“I’m sorry could you repeat the question for me?” I ask shyly focusing on him and not Kevin shouting and thrashing as the other cops are shoving him into the police car.

“I asked you if you could give me your recount of the events that took place tonight.”

“Oh right. Well…”

The flames are starting the consume the curtains and spread across the carpet as Tommy and I round the corner from my bedroom. I make a beeline for the kitchen to grab the extinguisher I had luckily purchased when Nikki started lighting himself on fire in their apartment. I toss it to Tommy and he gets everything currently on fire doused with the foamy liquid. 

“What the fuck?” He wonders aloud as he reaches down picking up a broken bottle out of the mess. “River who the fuck would throw a moltov cocktail in your apartment?”

It’s like Loki the God of chaos himself is answering him when my door is kicked in and Kevin sways in full of intoxicated rage. He spots me frozen with fear against the fridge and begins to stomp towards me.

“You fucking good for nothing cunt I should’ve killed you when I had the chance” He screams and lunges towards me but is knocked to the ground by Tommy tackling him.

Tommy’s fist is covered in blood by the time I can get him pulled off Kevin and he spits on him as I get him pulled out of there just in time for the police and fire department to be pulling into the parking lot.

“We’ll be in touch.” The man hands me his card with his info on it before getting in his car and leaving.

Tommy is silent as we walk back to my apartment for me to inspect the damage done. My plants near my window scorched and my carpet destroyed is enough to send me over the edge. I collapse in the fetal position and let myself break down for the first time since the chaos began. I feel Tommy lay on the ground next to me and wrap his arms around me letting me have my moment. 

“Thank you.” I hoarsely let out.

“I told you that you were stuck with us guys for the rest of your life especially me.” He pressed a small kiss to my shoulder and butterflies filled my stomach.

“Let's get off the ground.” I sniffle the both of us sitting back up slowly and eventually clambering back into my bed. 

He pulls me against his body and rests his chin on the top of my head, the soft movement of him breathing lulling me to sleep.

“It’s the goddamn principal of the matter.” Nikki ranted as he paced through my living room while I tried to enjoy my morning coffee.

“So tell Vince you’re pissed.”

“No I can’t let him think he won. He needs to think I never wanted Beth in the first place.” He scoffed.

“Did you want Beth?”

“She gives great blowjobs. That’s why I suggested a threesome in the first place.” He plops into one of my chairs looking up at the ceiling.

“Listen Nikki I’m gonna be brutally honest since we’re friends and you would be with me, this is your fault for opening up your girlfriend to Vince Neil.”

“I hate it when you’re right you know that?”

“You’ll find a new groupie to fuck Nikki you’ll be fine. Now we gotta get to the studio you boys have photos for the album we need to take today.”

The boys had finished recording their first album by the grace of God himself. They spent the entire few days in the studio drunk and pissing off their sketchball manager, but by the end of it they had a full blown album that didn’t take much money to produce. They even got to save money on photos for the album since I was their personal photographer, which aforementioned sketchball was thrilled about. His name was Alan, but I didn’t have a good feeling about him so I rarely referred to him by his name, not to his face.

“My hair isn’t going to show!” Vince pouted in front of the (awful) white background Alan had thrown together for their album pictures.

“It’ll be fine Vinnie we’re gonna get them edited by a professional.” He quipped from beside me.

“Excuse me?” I ask unaware he was having somebody else  edit my photos.

“Well yeah sweetheart you expect me to trust the work of an amature to look good enough without editing? You’re out of your mind.” 

“Listen here you sweaty ass-” I’m cut off by Tommy’s hand covering my mouth blocking the next slew of insults I had prepared.

“Let's take 5 for a cigarette break” He says cheerfully and leads me away still covering my mouth.

“You can stop licking my hand thinking that is gonna make me move it from your mouth you know.” Tommy says after dragging me outside the building we were shooting in. I pull away from him and fix him with a death glare that he just chuckles at lighting up a cigarette.

“I don’t want someone else to fuck with my photos Tommy. They’ll ruin it, I just know it.”

“It’ll be fine Riv. Besides if it’s fucked up then next time Alan can pay you more to do the photos and the editing.”

“Yeah that cheap bastard isn’t about to pay me more for jack shit Tommy.” I roll my eyes and pace back and forth in front of him. “Are you guys sure you want him as your manager? He gives me a weird feeling.”

“I think you’re paranoid babe” Tommy pulled me close and placed a kiss on my forehead. “Now lets get through this photoshoot so we can party it up later alright?”

“As much as I hate The Troubadour sometimes, yes I’m willing to get through the rest of the photoshoot so that we can go ‘party it up’ with the boys there” I tease and lean in close to him.

Tommy’s intoxicating scent of leather, cigarettes, and the men’s body wash I’ve been getting him to use pulls me in and I tuck my face into his neck and place a soft kiss there. He hums as his hand plays softly in my hair and he pulls slightly to tilt my head up. Our lips connect in a soft peck and he pulls away to stroke my cheek with his thumb.

When I walk back in Alan was nowhere to be found, which was perfect for me so that I could get my work done faster. Vince it seems has also finished his little temper tantrum as well. The rest of the shoot goes by without a hitch and we get our final shot for the cover of the album, which was just a close up shot of Vince’s crotch. By the time we get done and piled into my car it’s about time to get ready for the party the boys were throwing for completing the album and releasing it themselves on their own record label.

“Are you Nikki Sixx?” A voice off to the side of Nikki calls and he turns from our conversation with a shit eating grin giving her a single “no”  in response.

“Oh well that’s a shame cause I was going to split this quaalude with him.” She shrugs and goes to move on, but Nikki quickly stops her and confirms he in fact is Nikki Sixx and he was just fucking with her.

I watch her smile and bite her drug in half placing the other half onto Nikki’s tongue and he looks like he just might be falling in love for the first time. I look around and see Vince and Beth wrapped up together and Mick nursing his bottle of vodka, but I can’t find Tommy. I make my way through the crowd up to the bar and I don’t spot the tall brunette anywhere. He could just be outside smoking a cigarette, I tell myself feeling the bits of insecurity start to blossom in my head. 

“Two Jack and Cokes please” I say to the bartender when I finally get his attention. I figure if I go to find Tommy with a drink in hand it makes me look less like a crazy person.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing ordering your own drinks?” The man to my left says and I have to put effort into not rolling my eyes.

“Well nothing on me is broken so I’m more than capable of getting my own drinks” I shoot back trying to walk away, but his hand comes up to block me from going forward.

“I’m just saying if you got a man he should be catering to you. What’s your name goddess?” His sickening grin shows teeth all too white against far too tan of skin. 

“Her name is none of your business.” A deep huff comes from behind me and I turn to see Mick casually leaning against the bar.

“What are you her fucking dad?” The overly bronze man snaps.

“I’m trying to help you, but if you don’t want to keep all your fucking teeth that’s your dumbass decision.” Mick chuckles and tips his head to Tommy making his way towards us already sending hate eyes to the man next to me.

“You should listen to the man.” I shrug. “He fights.” I nod toward Tommy for emphasis.

The man looks like he’s about to argue when I feel Tommy slide his arm across my shoulders.

“This guy bothering you babe?” He asks sipping the drink in my hand never breaking eye contact with the strange guy with a look that said ‘one wrong move and I’ll kill you.

I smile like a cat that just caught a mouse and sip my drink as well.

My back hits the back wall of the closet as Tommy tries to find a secure place to hold my body so he can kiss me and grind into me at the same time.

“Fuck can I get this kind of reaction everytime I stick up for you.” Tommy pants breaking away from our kissing to catch his breath.

He hisses as I grind against him while pulling his hair back to expose his neck to me. I take the opportunity to nip at the skin there and feel the rumbling of another groan pass through him. Tommy begins to unlace his pants and suddenly the realization of how public we are hits me. Right as a worker opens the closet door to be exact.

“Ah I’m so sorry!” I yelp climbing off Tommy and rushing out of the closet and out the back door. Tommy is hot on my tail quickly catching up with the help of his long ass legs.

“Come on.” Tommy begins leading me to my car. “We’re going to your apartment to finish this.

[nikki-fucking-sixx]

Together Without You: Chapter Five

You sigh as you stare at yourself in the mirror. The girl staring back at you resembles your facial features, but the body has changed. You turn so you’re facing it head-on so that your bump doesn’t seem visible at all. You look like the old you. You turn to the right and see the bump. It is slight, you have only been pregnant for a short time but it is definitely there. You put your hands on it, hoping maybe you’ll feel something, any kind of reference to the fact that there is a life inside of you. You wait. You know it is illogical as the baby is a sack of cells right now, but you want something to happen. As you thought, nothing happened. 

You turn away from the mirror and throw on a black shirt. It used to fit you perfectly, but now there was a tightness around the stomach that looked like you ate a bit too much at breakfast. Now it was time for the true test, the pants. You stare at the pair of jeans on your bed, ready to play this cruel game. You take them in your hands and examine them, like you had never seen such material before. You put one foot in the first leg and the second in the other before pulling up the jeans. They slid on like normal. You felt yourself smile. You face the mirror again to see that you still have not zippered and buttoned them. 

Shit.

You take a deep breath in and pull in your stomach. The button clasps. You then quickly pull up the zipper. You managed to get dressed for work. It only took you twenty minutes rather than the two minutes it usually took you. You grab your keys as you walk out of your apartment and make your way to the car. As you get in, you look at yourself in the rearview mirror to see a makeup-free face. You scowl and turn away. Today was the day you were supposed to have your doctors appointment with Nikki and you wanted to at least look presentable. Now you just looked like some fat zombie. Great. You grab your jean jacket from the back and throw it on, hoping it will hide some of the exposed bump.

You make it to work a few minutes late, something rare for you. Then again, it is a Saturday at 8:00 am, so it should be pretty empty. You walk in to see Gus, the line cook, and Ron, the dishwasher, looking absentmindedly at the small TV in the corner playing some news show. You smile at Gus before grabbing your apron and walking into the dining room. There were two parties there and an empty parking lot, perfect. 

“Hey, where have you been?” You turn around to see the only other waitress working this shift, Lisa. 

“I’m so sorry I’m late, my alarm didn’t go off.” That’s a lie.

“Ok,” She didn’t care, “It’s been empty so far,” And at that she wanders over to the bar. You grab your apron from the host stand before following her. She grabs the whiskey from the bar and pops it open before pouring herself a glass.

“Starting early today?” You joke, cracking a smile.

“I’m here, I have to if I want to get through this shift.” She pours a large glass and takes a big swig. “Do you want a sip?” 

You immediately shake your head, “No, I don’t like whiskey,” That was also a lie.

“Whatever,” And at that, she has her lips back on the glass. “So, I heard some gossip the other day.” 

“What gossip?”

“That you slept with a rockstar,” You feel your bones freeze under your skin.

“Excuse me?” You wanted to keep some composure.

“Gus told me,” She takes another sip, “You and Nikki fucking Sixx were yelling at each other about some shit. He said it sounded intense.” 

“That doesn’t mean we slept together.” 

“Then why would you be yelling at each other?” She stares you down.

“There are plenty of reasons why we would be yelling at each other,” You refute, “He’s an asshole anyway.” 

“Well, it just sounds-” And at that you saw Gus stick his head out the door.

“(Y/N), could I see you in the back?” You don’t mean to but you speed into the kitchen. Gus is back behind the grill, hiding, as he can see the anger in your eyes.

“What the fuck Gus!” You storm over to him.

“What?” He plays dumb.

“Why’d you tell Lisa about Nikki?” You feel your voice rising, “I told you that in confidence.”

He looks flustered, “She was badgering me about it. She saw him and the band walk in and heard you two screaming at each other and she knows we’re friends so-”

“What did you tell her!” You shout. 

“Nothing.” He says meekly, “Believe me, I said nothing.”

“You know what,” You lower your voice, “It’s fine, if you didn’ give her any details, we’re fine.” At that, you turn to what is cooking on the stove. It was probably one of the least inspired looking eggs you have ever seen. Gus could tell what you were thinking.

“They said they wanted an omelet if you want to talk to the reigns.” He smiles at you and you smile back. This was his apology and you gladly accepted. He knew that cooking brought you joy. Being able to eat something that you made that was also delicious was a great feeling. You brought the eggs out to the table and watched from afar as the older woman looked pleased with her meal. You felt much better, maybe even ready for the doctor’s appointment. 

Before long, it was 3:00 and your shift was done. Your appointment was at 3:30 and at the doctor’s office down the street. You get there at 3:15 and sit in the waiting room, watching all the other women in the room stare at you. Well, not just the women, but the women and their husbands. Every woman came accompanied by a man with a ring on his finger. And here you were, an unwed mother without her rockstar one-night stand. You looked at your watch, 3:20, he still had time. The next ten minutes went by quickly and still no Nikki. You feel your legs shaking as the nurse comes in and calls out your name. You get up and follow her to the examination room. You lay down on the cot and the nurse asks you routine questions, name, birthday etc. You answer her questions lazily, staring at the clock. 3:37, where the fuck was he? The nurse noticed your anticipation and gave you a warm smile.

“Expecting someone?” You give her a light smile.

“Yeah,” She gets up and grabs her clipboard. 

“You know how men are, they wait until the last minute to leave and expect the show to wait for them,” She pushes a strand of grey hair behind her ear, “He’ll be here soon honey, don’t worry.” Her words soothed you and she left. Now it was just you, wondering when he would get there. When you hear the door open five minutes later, you expect to see the big-haired rocker walkthrough but instead, it was just your doctor. 

“Nice to see you Mrs. (Y/L/N)-”

“It’s actually just Ms.” You can’t help but interrupt.

“Sorry, Ms. (Y/L/N). Are you here alone?” You give a tight-lipped smile, about to answer when you see Nikki finally run into the room. 

“No, she’s here with me.” He looks flustered, his face losing the sense of mystery that it tends to have. You maintain your composure although it is taking every muscle in your body not to punch him.

“Ok, and what’s your name, sir?”

“Nikki,” The doctor looks down at his clipboard and writes it down. 

“And you’re the presumed father?” You did not like his wording.

“Yes.” He steps over to your side. You can’t even look at him. 

“Well, you’re just in time Nikki because we’re going to check up on your baby.” You felt your nerves begin to set in again. This was your first time seeing your child. The child you don’t really want but the child you will have. You feel Nikki staring at you but you don’t look at him. You hear the doctor saying medical jargon as he spreads some goo on your abdomen. Everything he says goes over your head. All you can think about was how late Nikki was. What the fuck was he even doing? Is this going to be a trend? Will he miss the baby’s birth? Your mind was racing, thinking of every terrible way Nikki could wrong you when suddenly you heard a beat. It was strong and steady and it rang throughout the room. You look up, confused.

“What is that?”

“Your baby’s heartbeat.” And in that moment, everything faded away. It was your baby. And they had a heartbeat. No sound had ever sounded so beautiful before. You finally look at Nikki and he is staring at you. You cannot help but stare back up at him. You didn’t look at him with anger, but rather with something you couldn’t quite distinguish. You then feel his fingertips touch the palm of your hand. You don’t pull away but instead let his fingers travel to where yours are and let him entwine them together. It was so simple but it was perfect. In that moment it was just the three of you. You felt peace. This did not last too long as the doctor lets out a cough. You look over at him.

“Would you like to see the sonogram?” You nod and at that, the screen to the right of you turns on to reveal a black mass. It really did not look like anything to you until the image focused on a small pea. Or a bean. Or maybe it was a dust bunny. Regardless, there they were. “The baby appears to be healthy. You appear to be eight weeks along so still in your first trimester.”

“Is it a boy or a girl?” Nikki uncharacteristically blurts out. 

“It’s too soon to tell. That’s for the 16-week appointment.” Nikki nods, you catch something on his face, disappointment maybe. You all discuss the future appointment before the doctor leaves and it is just you and Nikki. As the door closes, you remember what he did.

“Where the hell were you?” 

“Rehearsal ran longer than I thought it would and-” 

“That’s not an excuse.” You say curtly, and he knows you’re right.

“I know.” And at that, the conversation was over. Something about him feels different today and you could not help but stare. When he looked back at you, you looked away. 

“You could come to a rehearsal at some point if you want to hear what’s going on.” You pause. Maybe it was good to see what your baby daddy was doing.

“Ok.” He smirks.

“We’re meeting tomorrow around 4:00, I’ll pick you up.”

“I can’t wait.” You let it slip out before you can block the words. You flush and begin to readjust yourself. 

“I won’t be late this time,” You look up, “I promise.”

[anna-n-hetfield]

Haunted House

Summary: I was wondering if I could request a Mick Mars reader insert where the reader and Mötley Crüe have a few drinks and they all go to a haunted house ride and the reader gets freaked and Mick comforts her?

Requested: yes by anon

Y/N couldn’t remember whose idea it was to come to a haunted house, but she was regretting it now. The alcohol that was in her system had her a little too loose on her feet, and the lights and sounds were getting to her. Not to mention the fact that Nikki and Tommy had both rushed ahead of her even thought they had promised to stay with her. She couldn’t remember where Vince was, and she couldn’t find Mick. Y/N had ran when she came across one actor with a chainsaw and left the guitarist on his own without meaning to.

At the moment, she was hoping that Mick would catch up with her. It was so disorientating to have barely any light to sudden flashes of light when someone was jumping out at her.

When one of the actors dressed like a zombie jumped out at her, Y/N screamed and fell to the ground. She covered her face and curled into a ball, cowering away from the actor. Even though in the back of her mind, she knew this was all fake.

She hated this things. She liked horror movies, but she didn’t like feeling like she was in one. She could feel the tears in her eyes as the actor looked down at her, trying to see if she was alright and trying to calm her down. It wasn’t working. She didn’t know him, and she was still shaking from him jumping out at her.

“Hey, Y/N,” a familiar voice said next to her. “You want out of here?”

Y/N looked up and saw Mick. He was calm and didn't look one bit bothered by his surroundings. She had to assume that she had gone ahead of him. And she was happy that he had caught up. There was also the fact that he just knew what she needed in the moment that calmed her more.

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s go back to the car, okay?” Mick suggested, holding a hand out to her.

She looked at him confused, but finally she understood what he was saying. She took his hand and was gently pulled to her feet.

“Hey, I’m sorry for the scare, miss. I can take you two out,” he said, turning in the direction that he came from.

“You were just doing your job,” she muttered, trying to let the guy off the hook. He seemed nervous and ashamed of himself. “I’m sure this is what you get paid to do.”

“That may be so. I just had never seen someone get so freaked out,” he said.

Y/N held onto Mick’s arm, knowing that she was probably hurting him. Her grip tightened every time she heard a scream around them.

“Hey, I’m here. It’s alright,” Mick said, patting her hand.

This was why Y/N had always loved Mick. He had been the calmer one of the group. As much as she knew that he could party like the others, he never seemed to get carried away around her.

The actor held the door open for them to step out of and apologized again for scaring her. She just smiled as she kept in pace with Mick. He led her back to the car and waited for the others to get out.

“Sorry I’m making you miss the fun,” she said in the passenger seat.

“Only came because you were going,” he said as he lit a cigarette. “Can’t trust those three idiots to make sure you are safe and not left alone.”

Y/N looked over at him shocked by his words. It was true; the other three did leave her on her own. She just didn’t think that Mick was concerned or worried about that.

“Mick, I think I love you,” she said, leaning in and kissing his cheek.

Mick smiled and said, “Y/N, I think the same thing.”

He looked as if he was going to lean in and kiss her when they both heard Tommy and Nikki shouting. Y/N sighed, hearing them coming closer and closer to the car.

“Vince, you really got some with the zombie chick,” Tommy yelled as he opened the door to the backseat.

“Told you they would be in the car, guys,” Nikki said. “These two were too chicken to even go in.”

“How would you know, Nikki? You sprinted off and left Y/N on her own. I was just lucky to have found her,” Mick said. “When you and Tommy had both promised to stay with her.”

Y/N could hear the anger in Mick’s voice and see the shame in the terror twins’ eyes.

Y/N leaned over and kissed Mick’s cheek again and whispered in his ear, “I owe you big time.”

[xsixxx]

Bad Influence, chapter one

Authors note: Hi ok so I’ve never done one of these before (full on fan fic virgin) so please go easy on me. I’ve got a rough plan as to what this story is gonna be, but be prepared to commit & be in it for the long haul, sorry! I hope you enjoy it, feedback is welcome encouraged & also I’d love to do requests if you have any! Thanks for reading 🖤

Warnings: Erm none I don’t think, probs just a bit of language & sexual references

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Spring ‘81

“That was un-fucking-believable! I can’t wait for them to play again!” Maddie yelled, jumping on my back as we left the Starwood.

“Get off”, I grumbled, pushing her off, irritated by her constant childlike excitement that never seemed to fade. “Play again? You barely saw them play this time, they were too busy fighting with the crowd!”

Maddie giggled, “well yeah, that’s part of the fun, Beth! Yanno, it’s their whole image!”

“I thought their image was tight pants & make up”, I said, rolling my eyes. I was already bored of Mötley Crüe. I’d spent the last hour watching them awkwardly & drunkenly, stumble though their set, as well as stumble on stage in the high heels they clearly didn’t know how to walk in. They stopped every 5 minutes to fight someone in the audience or take a swig of Jack from the bottle they were sharing between the 4 of them. To say they weren’t my kind of scene was an understatement, but to my music-loving little sister, they were gods & she had no intention of shutting up about them any time soon.

“Did you see the bassist swing his guitar into that guys head?!” Maddie carried on, still riding that post-gig high. “& when the drummer dived off the stage onto the other guy?! Man, they’re so fucking metal”, she laughed.

“Um hm”, I mumbled, tuning her out & power walking ahead, until I spotted her sparking up a cigarette out the corner of my eye.

“What the hell, Maddie?! Put it out!” I yelled. “Daddy will kill you!”

She laughed, taking a long drag & blowing the smoke directly into my already angry face. “Chill out Beth, he won’t!”

“You’re right, he won’t, he’ll kill me for letting you. I’m supposed to look after you, now put it out!” I tried swiping the cigarette from smirking lips, but Maddie was too quick, dodging me. She laughed again, but noted the growing annoyance on my face &, after taking a few quick drags, she dropped it on the floor & stubbed it out with the tip of her white stiletto.

“Great, now you smell like an ash tray! I can’t risk daddy smelling smoke on you, we’re gonna have to go somewhere to kill some time until he’s gone to bed”, I groaned, thinking of the college paper I’d got waiting for me at home, that I’d already put off to accompany Maddie to this stupid gig at my fathers request. I inwardly cursed them both as I pushed open the door to the overcrowded diner. I was immediately hit by the smell of yet more smoke, partnered with bacon & coffee. The grubby dinner was harshly lit & loud, with the buzz of a Saturday night in West Hollywood. We sat down in one of the few remaining booths, just as an middle aged waitress came up & asked for our order.

“I’ll take some blueberry pancakes & a Jack & Coke please”, Maddie smiled, sitting up straighter & sticking out her chest a little, in a feeble attempt to appear older than her 18 years.

“No she won’t,” I cut in sharply, shooting her a look that told her not to keep pushing me tonight. “We’ll both just take a coffee please, thank you.” The waitress smirked at Maddie & winked, before nodding at me & walking off.

“Maddie, quit while you’re ahead”, I snapped, having had enough of her rebellion for one night. She rolled her eyes & looked away from my glare. Suddenly, something behind me caught her attention because her mouth instantly dropped open & I noticed her cheeks flush a girlish pink.

“Holy shit Beth it’s them, it’s fucking Mötley Crüe!” She whispered, her eyes growing wide & following them as the walked past our table to a booth a few down from where we were sat. “Holy shit, holy shit, I can’t believe it!”

“Mads, seriously, they’re just some guys that have played a couple of crappy shows at the Starwood, they’re not famous. Get a hold of yourself”, I scoffed. I fished in my bag for my textbook just as the waitress came over with our coffee. I thanked her & opened up my book, mentally patting myself on the back for thinking ahead & bringing some sort of study aid with me, being as I couldn’t get started on my paper tonight. I started reading, but Maddies out loud commentary on everything the leather-clad band were doing repeatedly cut in to my studying.

“Oh my god look at them! The bassist is so flirting with that waitress! What th- He’s just started bashing the drummers head on the table!” She laughed. “Beth look! Beth, you’re not looking!”

I sighed & glanced up from my book towards the foursome, just in time to see one of them with long, curly brown hair inhale a cigarette through his nose & blow it out of his mouth. “Charming”, I muttered, getting back to my studies as Maddie giggled like a schoolgirl.

“Do you think I should go over there?” She asked seriously, looking at me with eager eyes.

“Absolutely not!” I snapped, thinking of the heart attack our dad would have if he knew his precious Madeline had hung out with four drunk 20-somethings, dressed head to toe in leather & studs. I looked at Maddie, looking longingly over at this literal motley crew & knew her mind was already made up. “Mads, I mean it!” I hissed at her, as I watched her stand up, playing deaf to my protests.

“I’ll be back in a sec..” & she let her sentence trail off & she strutted over to their table.

“Goddamn it.” I shoved my book back in my bag, zipped it up, left my coffee to go cold & walked over to their table, just as one of them with teased black hair & smeared black lines on his cheekbones pulled Maddie down on to his lap. She was giggling & telling them all how great the show was.

I stopped next to her, hand on my hip & cleared my throat, a little too patronisingly. All five of them looked up at me.

“Maddie, come on, we’ve gotta get home”, I said, making sure that my eyes were conveying to her the anger that I was trying to keep from seeping into my voice.

“Calm down, doll”, the one who’s lap my sister was perched on said, “come join us for a little bit, we’re just getting to know your friend here”. He flashed an arrogant smirk at me that made my skin crawl & my knees go weak all at the same time. I watched his hand slither around Maddies waist & saw her blush once again & giggle.

“She’s not my friend, she’s my little sister & we’re heading home now. Maddie, let’s go.”

“I don’t want to!”, she whined, pouting her lips at me

“Let her have some fun!” exclaimed the beautiful blonde, who I recalled being the singer. “Why don’t you sit down?”, he said, as he grabbed my hand & pulled me into the seat next to him, opposite Maddie & the handsy one with the devilish smirk. “What’s your name?” Handsy asked, downing a shot of Jack.

“Erm, Elizabeth.” I said, a little flustered by how forward they were.

“Lizzy, pleasure to meet you, I’m Nikki Sixx”, he said, removing his hand from stroking my sisters waist & offering it to me for a hand shake.

“Beth, not Lizzy,” I replied, ignoring his outstretched hand. He smirked again, returning his hand, now to my sisters ass. “This is Vince Neil, our singer”, he said, looking at the blonde next to me, “Mick Mars, guitarist”, he nodded towards a slightly older looking man who was sipping from a hip flask before stashing it back in his leather trench coat, “& this is our drummer, To-“

“I’m Tommy, Tommy Lee!”, cut in the boyish, curly haired brunette that I saw smoking through his nose earlier. He was almost as exciteable as Maddie as he stood up & leaned across the table to shake my hand. I instinctively shook it, despite my reservations to shake Nikkis hand. I don’t know what it was, but something about Tommy just felt friendly & warm. I smiled at him as he sat back down.

“So what did you think of the show?” Tommy quizzed, practically bouncing in his seat.

“I loved it! You guys fucking killed it up there.” Maddie gushed, going pink again, as I noticed Nikki grip firmly on her ass as she praised them.

Pig, I thought.

“& what about you Lizzy?” Nikki drawled, that smirk playing on the corners of lips as he followed my eyeline to his hand, reading my mind.

“Not really my sorta thing. Too heavy.” I stated, refusing to break my glare at Nikki. They all laughed at my answer.

“Thank you!” said Nikki, that smirk plastered across his face once again.

“Beth isn’t really into this kinda scene”, Maddie babbled, “she’s always too busy studying to have any actual fun.. I don’t think she even knows how to!” I knew she was only poking fun, but her words irritated & embarrassed me all the same. I gave her a swift kick under the table, only for Nikki to jump as I realised too late that my Dr Marten had instead come in contact with his leg. I blushed awkwardly & he saw, a flash of mischief playing in those pale green eyes as he enjoyed my discomfort.

“You don’t have to play footsie with me doll,” he laughed arrogantly, “just let me know if you’re interested & I’ll swap your sister out for you.”

“Pig,” I mumbled, out loud this time, which only caused him to laugh more.

“Not a fucking chance Sixx, finders keepers.” Grinned Vince, draping his arm around my neck. He looked at me with eyes I knew most girls wouldn’t resist & he gently twisted a piece of my hair around his finger. “So babe, you’re not a fan huh? How can I change your mind?”, he purred, staring at my lips as I scoffed at his advances.

“Write better music”, I laughed. Nikkis head shot round from whispering god knows what in to my little sisters ear & glared at me. “You’ve got a problem with my music?” He snapped, not looking for an answer, but an arguement.

“Told you, it’s not my sort of thing”, I shrugged, not caring if I offended him.

“Of course it’s not”, his voice & his face relaxing slightly, “girls like you never want to admit they like our music. It’s too raw for their clean cut, I’m-too-good-for-everyone image.” He smirked.

“‘Girls like me’?!” I fired back, feeling my face growing hot. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”

“I know all about you, Princess. I’ve fucked enough girls like you to know exactly how it goes.” he started, that smirk growing by the second. “First you pretend my music & my lifestyle is beneath you, like you’re too good to party with us. Then you start to get bored & realise how dull your self-obsessed life actually is & you crave some excitement. Then suddenly, a bad boy in your bed seems like a pretty fucking good idea, because I’ll tell you now Princess, we might wear lipstick, but we’ll fuck you better than your preppy jock boyfriends ever could.” Nikki sat back, that smirk wider than ever, as his band mates sniggered around him. I looked at Maddie, who was desperately trying to stifle her girlish giggle.

I saw red. I was ready to slap that smug face & storm out, but that egotistical smile triggered something in me that made me feel bold & brave. I sat there & smirked right back at him. “First of all, you don’t know me. Second, I’m not ‘too good’ to party with you, more like too busy, studying to get a real job so I’m not stuck playing half-assed gigs for 20 people in the Starwood every other weekend for no pay. Second, being ‘self-obsessed’ has taught me one thing.. I fuck me better than you ever could, so what use are you to me?” I heard Tommy laugh out loud before clapping a hand over his mouth. “But yanno,” I continued without breaking eye contact with Nikki, “a bad boy does seem fun..”, I turned to look at Vince, entangled my fingers in his hair & kissed him. I felt him freeze up, then immediately relax & pull me eagerly on to his lap, holding the back of my neck & pulling me in closer. He tasted like whiskey & cigarettes. I pulled away & looked over at Nikki, that smile suddenly gone from his face. Everyone else at the table was staring at me with their mouths open, except for Vince who was smiling from ear to ear. “You’re right about one thing though Nikki.. I am bored.” & with that, I stood up. “Maddie, we’re leaving.”

I grabbed my sisters hand & pulled her up off the devils lap & strutted away, my head high & my heart racing.

“Fucking bitch”, I heard Nikki mumble.

I pushed open the door to the diner & the brisk midnight air hit me in the face. It was a welcome relief. I stood there for a second, my heart still thumping away in my chest from the adrenaline. “Cigarette.” I said to Maddie, extending my hand without looking at her. She obliged, handing one to me, her eyes wide like she was seeing me for the first time. I lit it & took a long drag, the nicotine flooding my system & calming my nerves.

“Who are you?!” Maddie whispered with a smile, finally finding her voice.

“Please, I smoked way before you did, you fucking teenager.” I laughed, rolling my eyes. “I just know how to hide it from daddy better than you.”

“What in the fuck just happened in there?! You just full on tongued the fucking front man of Mötley Crüe! What have you done with my sister?!” She cackled, absolutely bursting with excitement & laughter once again.

“Hey, there were no tongues, ew!” I laughed, “Urgh I don’t know, that goddamn bassist just got to me, I didnt like how he spoke as if he knew me. I wanted to shock him or something, I don’t know..” I let my sentence trail off. In all honesty, I’m wasn’t sure why I kissed Vince. Nikkis voice was ringing in my ears, mocking me & a part of me just wanted prove him wrong.

“I don’t care why you did it, I’m so fucking proud! My dorky big sister, the groupie!” Joked Maddie, jumping up on my shoulders once again.

“I don’t think so, if I never saw that band again, it’d be too soon. Especially that Nikki Sixx.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Speak of the devil & he shall appear.” Came a velvet smooth voice from behind me. I turned to see the devil in the form of Nikki, leaning against the wall, sparking up a cigarette. He took a drag & walked towards us, fixing his eyes on mine as he walked up to my little sister. He put his fingers under her chin, tilted her head up & pressed his lips against hers. I watched her melt against him, wrapping her arms around his neck & kissing him back. Anger flooded back through me. Who does this asshole think he is? For just a second before he pulled away, his eyes opened & stared at me once again, hoping to see my reaction. Then he removed himself from my sister, flashed a conceited smile my way before looking back at Maddie.

“I hope to see you at one of my gigs soon, doll”, he murmured to her, lazily kissing her on the cheek & turning to walk back inside. “You too Lizzy.” he said.

“It’s Beth,” I shot back, irritated all over again.

“I know,” he said, smirking at me one last time before the door shut behind him.

God, I hated him.

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Tonight's The Night! (part 11) TheDirt! TommyXReader

Summary: You have been on tour for almost a year, event after event, mile after mile. Your uncle was Doc the manager of Mötley Crüe, one of your favorite bands. He pulled a few strings and got you on this tour for a late birthday present and for making up the lost time from when you didn’t see him much as a child. As he was one of the only ‘father’ figures you had. Recently found yourself thinking more and more of Tommy. Could you possibly be falling in love with the hopeless romantic? If you were could he possibly feel the same?

Taglist: @bandzrus @lauravic @abbysdogcollar

A/N: We skipped a few months and the pov is back on you. Enjoy! And my birthday was a few days ago! thought I should tell yall.

Words:778

“Y/N, were you jealous? is that why you started fucking Nikki.” Tommy stood before you, his lanky arms folded in front of him, both of you were outside and it was pouring. Cliche I know right.

“What? No. If you're happy with Heather then I'm happy for you Tommy.” You were completely soaked at this point, you couldn't look at Tommy, you could lie your ass off to the cops but when it came to this crue you couldn't lie to any of them.

“Y/N look at me and say it,” Tommy took a hold of your shoulders, gently. “Tell me That I need to get married to Heather. Please. Goddamnit Y/N you drive me crazy. I haven't gotten you off my mind. Say that you feel nothing for me.”

“I can't.” You looked up at the sky even though it was raining, you were holding back tears.

“Then tell me you love me.”

You woke up from the little nap that you took. Today was the day of Tommy’s and Heather's wedding, you were less than happy about it. you slowly got up and went to the bathroom to take something for the headache you've had for the day hearing a knock on the door you walked to it. Opening you saw no other than Tommy fucking Lee right in front of you. 

“Tommy?” You stepped out of your house, the sky was dark and you could smell that rain was coming. “What are you doing here? You're supposed to be getting married soon.” You crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Am I doing this right?” Tommy’s question was deep.

“Doing what right, getting married? Tommy if you're happy with Heather then go be with her, I don't know what you're doing here.” 

“I don’t think I’m in love with Heather.”

“I, I don't understand.” You looked at Tommy confused.

“Y/N, were you jealous? is that why you started fucking Nikki.” Tommy stood before you, his lanky arms folded in front of him, both of you were outside and it was pouring. Cliche I know right.

“What? No. If you're happy with Heather then I'm happy for you Tommy.” You were completely soaked at this point, you couldn't look at Tommy, you could lie your ass off to the cops but when it came to this crue you couldn't lie to any of them.

“Y/N look at me and say it,” Tommy took a hold of your shoulders, gently. “Tell me That I need to get married to Heather. Please. Goddamnit Y/N you drive me crazy. I haven't gotten you off my mind. Say that you feel nothing for me.”

“I can't.” You looked up at the sky even though it was raining, you were holding back tears.

“Then tell me you love me.”

“Tommy. Tommy fucking Lee,” You took a step towards him. “I have loved you longer then you could ever know. Long before you even knew me. I will love you longer than anyone or anything, well besides your parents.” You looked at Tommy’s beautiful eyes, searching for something.

Tommys lips landed in a smile, his eyes darted to your mouth then back up to your eyes.

“What are you waiting for drummer?” Next thing you knew his mouth was on yours finally. It felt like literal fireworks. Pulling away you looked at him, searching for something like he felt something on his side too.

“Wow.” He grinned, leaning his head on yours.

“Wow.” You giggled, and he could’ve sworn he heard a angel.

You looked at him confused “Does she know your not getting married to her?”

“Well not totally...”

“Go tell her then come back to me cowboy.” Your voice stern yet still angelic. And with that he was gone again.

A few hours had gone by and you were getting nervous that after all he got married. Leaving you alone with just some scotch and a piano. You started playing the beginning and ending notes of later song known as Home Sweet Home, tuning the notes when it didn’t sound right. But you didn’t know was that Tommy was listening as he entered your sparcly decorated house. You stopped playing for a second and took a sip from your glass, finally hearing a clap.

“That sounds nice but for the last two notes it should sound like this.” Tommy fingers caressed the keys and carefully played the instrument. A soft smile rose to your face as you knew he was the one.

“What are you staring at?” He laughed his usual Tommy laugh.

“You.”

Next thing you knew was his lips on yours once again.

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Smoke and Roses - A Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx fan fiction (Chapter one)

Fic Summary: Holland Van-Ness is a PR manager. At only twenty three years old, she is smart, sharp and straight edge; and the best in the business at what she does. But when she gets involved with the reckless Motley Crue, her life changes forever.

DISCLAIMER:: I would like start by saying I do not condone any of the actions portrayed by any member of Motley Crue, any member of their crew, or any OC. This work is fictitious, and is in no way meant to glamorise drug or alcohol abuse. ‘Smoke and Roses’ is based on the events of Netflix’s ‘The Dirt’, and the autobiography of the same name, and follows the both of them closely, and will include details regarding the aforementioned abuse that may be triggering to some readers. The timeline in this fic also differs slightly from real life and The Dirt. With all that being said, proceed with caution, and enjoy!

It was the ringing of the phone that awoke Holland.

In her grogginess, she considered rolling back over and ignoring it, but just when she thought it was done, it rang again, long and loud and piercing the air. Holland groaned, and rolled begrudgingly out of bed before heading towards the phone hung up on the wall. Whoever was calling better have had a damn good reason to be bothering her at nine AM on a Saturday. “Hello?” She said, running a hand through her hair to push it back from her face. “Holland Van-Ness speaking.”

“Ahh, Holly,” an irritatingly cheerful voice greeted her on the other end, “it’s Doc Mcghee.”

Well that certainly peaked her interest, and suddenly, Holland was wide awake. “Doc, good to hear from you again,” she said warmly, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

It had been a year or so since Holland had spoken to the infamous manager. He had been a close friend of her father’s, and had been the one to help her break into the music industry when she was merely eighteen years old. She owed a lot of her success to Doc. “Tell me,” he said, “how soon are you able to get to LA?”

Holland raised an eyebrow, though Doc could not see her. “Surely if I’m going to make a flight to LA I ought to know what this is about, Doc.”

“I’ve found you a band.”

“Oh yeah?” She balanced the phone between her ear and her shoulder and reached over to her dresser to pick up a notebook and pen. “What band might this be, then?”

“You’re not going to like it,” Doc chuckled, “but hear me out. I think this is the challenge you’ve been looking for.”

Holland had a sinking feeling in her stomach. She thought she knew exactly who he had in mind. “…Go on.”

Doc chuckled again, and this time he sounded nervous. “Motley Crue.”

For a moment, Holland was silent, and then she laughed. “Doc, you’ve got to be kidding me. Are you crazy? You want me to be their PR Manager? That’s career suicide!”

“Holly,” he said pleadingly, “these boys need help. If anyone can sort out their shit-show of a public image, it’s you. Just come to one show. If you think they’re a lost cause, I’ll pay for your flight back. But give them a chance. These kids need some sense talking into them and somehow, I don’t think they’re gonna’ listen to me.”

“They’re not kids,” Holland scoffed, “they’re grown men with a complex.”

“Look, the choice is yours. Can I expect to meet you at the airport or not?”

“Dammit, Doc…” She groaned. “Fine. I’ll catch the next flight out.”

“Holland Van-Ness, you are a star.” The line went dead as Doc hung up. Hester sighed. She’d heard stories about Motley Crue since they debuted six months beforehand. They had started performing and releasing music about the same time that Holland started her career in PR management. From their very first gig, they were trouble, and she always swore to never get involved with them, or any band like them. Apparently that was not something she was going to be sticking to.

She quickly dressed, pulled a comb through her hair and packed some essentials. Anything else she needed, she supposed she could buy once she hit LA. Holland had worked with all sorts of bands, from small, local bands to headlining acts. She had helped all of them maintain a fairly respectable public image. But now, in the cab on her way to the airport to meet Motley freaking Crue, she couldn’t help but feel as though she was somewhat out of her depth.

She moved through customs fairly quickly, and soon found herself in a less-than-comfortable seat on a four hour flight from Miami to LA. She regretted agreeing to the job before the plane even took off, but soon she was in the air and there was no going back, for now at least. She was at least comforted by the thought that when she inevitably wanted to come home, she wouldn’t have to pay for the flight home.

As the plane crawled through the sky, she tried to catch up on the sleep that Doc had so cruelly taken from her, but it was near impossible over the roar of the engines and eventually, she gave up and resigned herself to watching the clouds whizz by the window. Before she knew it, LA was upon her, and she found Doc waiting for her by the luggage claim.

When she saw her old family friend, all her annoyance and anxiety drained away and she embraced him in a tight hug. “It’s good to see you, Holly,” he told her with a smile.

“And you!” She looked anxiously over his shoulder, expecting to see the band stroll through the duty free shops towards them. “They’re not joining us?”

“They’re not here,” he assured her, “I thought you’d want to get some brunch and get settled first.”

“You have no idea,” she smiled.

She collected her bags, which she carried out to the cab with Doc’s help. She could have carried them alone, but was admittedly exhausted after her trip and was grateful for his assistance. When they got into the back of the cab, Doc looked as though he was going to start with the pleasantries, but one look at Holland’s face and he knew she was ready to talk business. He could tell she had a lot of questions, and motioned for her to start. “Alright,” she said, suddenly alert, “first off, where am I going to be staying? You didn’t mention a hotel.”

Doc grimaced and didn’t say anything for what felt like an eternity. “Once again,” he said, “you’re not going to like it.”

“Doc…” she looked at him, unimpressed, “tell me I’m not staying with them.” Doc shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, confirming her fears. “Are you serious, Doc?” She asked furiously. “Working with them is bad enough.”

“The money’s not bad,” he reminded her, and she scoffed.

“Not enough to get me a decent hotel room, though. Why the hell do I have to stay with them?”

“Holly, these boys aren’t like anyone you’ve worked with before. Observing them from afar isn’t going to cut it this time, I’m afraid. You need to figure them out, and fast. And the only way to do that, is…” He trailed off and gave her a look that she understood immediately. It was the same pleading look her father gave her when he wanted her to co-operate.

“Alright,” she sighed, “I’ll stay with them. So… what are they like?”

“They’re…” Doc looked out of the window as though the street passing by would inspire him, “they’re a handful,” he admitted, “self centred, arrogant… but they’re talented as hell, and they’ve got it in them to be good kids.”

Holland considered that for a moment, when static started to crackle from the inside of Doc’s briefcase. He sighed and took out the radio that was inside. Clearly they’d just come into range with whoever had been trying to contact him. “Doc speaking,” he said tiredly into the mouthpiece.

A voice Holland didn’t recognise came through the headset. “Doc, you’re needed outside the Whiskey-A-Go-Go.”

“What? At eleven AM? What the hell for, Tom?”

The voice sighed, “there’s uh, there’s been a fight.”

Doc groaned loudly. “We’ll be there shortly.” He shut off the radio and slipped it back into the briefcase. “Sorry, Holly. We might have to put that brunch on hold.”

Holland smiled bitterly. When dealing with Motley Crue, she’d expected nothing less.