#mick mars x oc

[earthfire-75]

Imagine Mick Mars buying this dress for you for some fancy gala event just because he saw you admiring it a few days before. He presents it to you while you're freaking out, rummaging through your closet, yelling "I have nothing to wear, Mick!"

[oskea93]

Keep it to Yourself (1)

✶ Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OC ✶

Warning: This story will contain scenes of drug/alcohol use, sexual content, mentions of death, overdose, physical and emotional abuse. Please read at your own risk. I do not own rights to Motley Crue or any other famous person mentioned. Portions of this story will be pulled from Motley's book and film The Dirt as well as The Heroin Diaries. There will be parts that are complete fiction as well.

Taglist: @fancywasmyname1, @kaitieskidmore1, @xxisxxisxxis, @sparxx27,  @cruecifymesixx, @tempt-ress, @a-sia-san, @x-xinenas, @casualcomputerarbiter-blog​, @makaelahdelvalle

Author's note: Hello everybody! It's been a while since I thought about this story but now I want to bring it back to life. I think I rewatched The Dirt about 20 times in the past couple of days (Thanks snowstorm!) and i've been thinking about this story and all the other amazing Crue stories that are on Tumblr. So, with that being said - I have decided to rewrite Keep it to Yourself. I went back and read the original version and I want to revamp it in a way. I've changed a couple things and I hope to make it better than before. If you were tagged in the original version, I went ahead and just tagged you for this new update. If you would like to be removed, just let me know and I will take you off. If you aren't a part of the taglist and would like to be, just let me know and I will get you added. I hope you enjoy the new and improved Keep it to Yourself!

“Bryant –“ He paused. “I know I’m probably the last voice you wanna hear on your answering machine, but I desperately need your help right now.” A breathy sigh blew through the speaker. “I’m at my wits end and I have no idea what to do with him.”

I stared at the device – my hand curled against my mouth as his words flowed through my living room. “The drugs are constant – he’s high 24/7 – Half the time I don’t even know if he’s alive or dead when I get into his room. It’s not just him – they’re all fucked – but he’s the only one with one foot in the casket.”

How he got my number remained a mystery. They made him millions of dollars – more money than the man could even count – yet he was calling me about his issue. From the beginning, I told him that it would only get worse. The guy had issues way before he formed Motley – way before the money and fame came into the picture. Sure - he dabbled in drugs before hitting peak stardom, but the money was there, and he was a kid in a candy store.

“I know the two of you ended on such a sour note, but I feel like you’re the only one that can truly help him get out of this fucking mess. He needs you – I – we all need you, Bryant.” He went on to leave the number to the hotel they were staying at for the night. Begging one last time for my help. I must’ve played the damn message 10 times – each time making my anger rise. Doc was the one who let it get to this point – he fueled the fire when it should’ve been sprayed out years ago. He pushed the drugs in their direction – Nikki was always a step ahead though. He attracted the slime that had the harder, faster drugs. The drugs that would make him feel nothing when in reality his whole fucking world was crumbling down…

I continued to move the spoon around the cup, the sugar long dissolved by now. I was so lost in my own thought – Doc’s words swirling around in my brain.

“You’re thinking about going, aren’t you?” The brunette in front of me asked. “I know that look and that look tells me that you’re giving in.”

Hannah Hastings was the first person I met when I moved to South Carolina. She was an event planner – a free spirit in a Dynasty like world. She would spend hours on my couch, a bottle of wine being shared, as I spilled my entire life story into her lap. She knew all about my history with Nikki – how we met – our marriage – and the demise of our relationship.

I let out a sigh, “I don’t wanna go but something’s telling me that if I don’t –“ I paused. “If I don’t go, he’s gonna end up dead and then I’ll be blaming myself. At least if I go and say I tried and I don’t succeed, I won’t beat myself up if something does happen to him. Like – It’s not even a matter of if – it’s a matter of when.”  

“He was such an asshole though, Bryant. The man was toxic to you-“She reached across the table taking my hand in hers. “I don’t want to see you get hurt or worse. You know how drug addicts are – he could get violent and not even realize it until it’s too late.”

During the three years we were together, he never laid a hand on me. I was the one who had the heavy touch. Sure, we had awful arguments that pushed me to the point of slapping and pushing him away, but he always stormed off before touching me. The drugs at the time weren’t as hardcore as they are now though. I could walk in his house and come back out with a bullet hole this time. Hannah was right – drugs fucked with people’s brain – I’m sure Nikki was already there.

“Are you gonna tell Wyatt?”

I slumped back in my seat at the thought of telling my Uncle Wyatt. To say he hated Nikki would be an understatement. He warned me from the beginning that Nikki Sixx would be nothing but trouble, but I didn’t listen. He was used to guys like Nikki – being a kid from the wrong side of the tracks himself. He made a promise that he would do everything he could to protect me from men like Nikki. We only had each other and when Nikki came into the picture, the worst type of thoughts ran through his head. He knew what guys like Nikki did to girls like me – innocent until proven insane. It happened to my mother – her infatuation sending her straight to the grave.

“I figured I would just call him when I got to California-“Her eyes growing large. “You know so he can’t talk me out of it or worse come and get me.”

She shook her head in disbelief, “You know I love you and I’ll support you in any way –“I felt a “but” coming along. “But –“She smiled. “This is one decision I’m very wary about, Bryant.”

I felt the same way. I had multiple scenarios playing like film reels over and over in my head. Some pretty good while others resembled horror movies. Even I knew that Nikki’s reaction to seeing me would not be a good one. He broke my heart, and I broke his even worse. Besides the band, I was his only true constant. He barely had any family – his grandparents living states away – not even aware of their grandson’s antics. Sure, the art of touring and going to different states brought about groupies and so-called friends but he didn’t have anyone to call or return home to. I was that person for him.

“You and me both, sister…”

I waited for the line to connect – the operator being nice enough to connect me straight to his room. Doc and I didn’t really have a relationship. He was Motley’s manager and at the time I was just a wife. I was glad the guys had him at first – their success was growing like a wildfire but that was because of their drive for stardom – Doc was just there lending a helping hand. He was extremely pissed when I ended things with Nikki. His own mouth spewing curse words my way once Nikki was served with divorce papers.

It makes the band look bad when a member gets divorced.

Nikki refuses to get out of bed and it’s all your fucking fault.

Girls all over the world would stay with Nikki no matter what – cheating, drugs – Learn to turn a blind eye.

“Hello?” I sat straighter as Doc’s voice sounded – my thoughts suddenly escaping me. “Hello?”

“It’s me.” My voice cracking. “I – uh – I got your message.”

“Oh, thank God, Bryant.” He sounded relieved. “I was worried that I would miss your call –“He paused. “Or if you would even call at all.”

I stayed silent – not really up for conversation.

“Listen, I know this is a bit of a tall ask, but I really do need your help. Nikki – hell all the guys for that matter – are ticking fucking time bombs. Nikki’s clock is etching closer to midnight ever second the fucker breaths – and I pray every night that he’s still doing so. He’s high ever second of every day. He shoots up when he wakes and right before he passes out for the night. I have no idea what he’s even taking anymore. Shooting up, snorting, smoking – he’s the walking picture of Nancy Reagan’s campaign.”

My grip on the phone tightened as he spoke – realizing that he was more far gone than thought.

“I need you to come out here and help us deal with him. I think Doug and Fred can deal with the other three, but we can’t get through to Nikki. Fuck, it’s not even Nikki anymore that we’re dealing with. He’s so mean and terrible to be around. His moods go from zero to sixty – it’s even worse when he’s coming down. Poor Tommy’s getting married, and I can’t even imagine Nikki standing up there with him when he’s high off his ass. You’re the only one that I think can get through to him – he still loves you, Bryant.”

He still loves you, Bryant.

Maybe the old version of Nikki was still in love, but I can assure you the drugged-up version was only in love with his high. That was Doc’s way of trying to lure me in – telling me that Nikki still loved and cared about me. I still loved and cared for the guy too – the Nikki I met at a 7-Eleven almost 6 years ago. Pre-Motley Crue – before the fame, drugs, egos, and women.

“I’ll pay for your ticket out here and everything if you agree, Bryant.” He stressed. “I’m desperate – he’s gonna die if we don’t do something.”

I let out a sigh, closing my eyes, asking myself if I really wanted to do this. It was a constant battle with my head and my heart. My brain was yelling at me to tell Doc to fuck off, but my heart couldn’t deal with the thought of Nikki no longer being here. “You think seeing me will snap him out of this spiral?”

“I think seeing you will probably piss him off more but at least I know you’ll be there and have the chance to stop him.”

My brows furrowed at his comment, “You’re making it sound like I’m gonna be with him at all times?”

His silence confirming my question. “You can’t expect me to stay in the same house, hotel room, or wherever with Nikki –“

“That’s exactly what you’re going to do, Bryant.” He cut me off. “I need that man to have constant surveillance – can’t put a bodyguard in there with him. He needs to have someone that he’s familiar with – someone that’s gonna remain sober and not give into his advances.”

“Then why don’t you stay with him then?” My attitude starting to come out.

“I’d end up killing him and then all of this would be for nothing.”

I shook my head as I pulled the phone away from my ear. I could hear Doc’s voice as he continued to talk. “Listen-“ I spoke up, cutting his sentence off. “I will come out there but I’m only there for a week. Once that week is up, whether he’s getting help or not, I’m going back home.”

“That’s not gonna work, Bryant.” He huffed. “He gets more fucked up when he’s out on the road than he does at home. These fuckers waiting in back alleys and backstage – knowing that he’s looking to score – that’s where I need you the most.

I’d been on tour with Motley when they were first getting their feet wet. I watched as they performed their first gig at the Starwood and then when they were opening for bigger acts like Ozzy. Going on tour with four men – the four Motley men was not for the faint of heart. I saw more body parts than I cared to see. Drugs, alcohol, and women were being pushed in their direction – more so as their popularity grew than before. Nikki and I shared a bunk and even that got old after a while. Living with four men for months on end would cause any woman to eventually lose it. Nikki and I were constantly fighting. Hell, I was fighting with everyone, even Mick at times. This was their dream, and it was my absolute living hell.

“I don’t th-“

“What do I need to do so you will say yes? Walk on water – swallow arsenic? Please, Bryant. I have never been so desperate in all of my life.” His voice wavering. “You were in love with this man at one point – I believe you may still love him. Just remember the reason why you fell in love with Nikki and do it for that reason."

[littlecrow-rogue]

Trough the Lens: A Mötley Crüe fanfiction - Chapter One

Hi!

So the other day I made a post aboute writing a Mötley Crüe Nikki Sixx x OC fanfiction.

I did it!

I am bit nerves posting it cause english is not my first language so this was a bit hard, and even tho I asked some help from Google and transolaters to fix my grammer mistakes probobly there are still some mistakes left or wrong usage of words. But I hope it's still enjoyable.

If you read this have fun and let me know if you think and if you'd like a second chapter for it.

XoX - V

Chapter 1: "The Beginning"

The band members of Mötley Crüe sat huddled around a cluttered table in Nikki's flat, the air thick with anticipation and the remnants of their brainstorming session. Empty beer bottles mingled with scattered papers, evidence of their search for the perfect promotional plan and a testament to the chaos of their creative minds.

Tommy tapped his fingers impatiently against the table, his dark eyes darting restlessly around the room in search for inspiration. The weight of their first gig hung heavy in the air, a silent reminder of the task at hand.

Suddenly, Nikki's voice shattered the silence, cutting through the haze of uncertainty that had settled over them.

"Alright, guys, time to get down to business," he declared, his tone commanding attention.

Vince lounged back with a smirk, tossing out a suggestion that earned a mixture of amusement and disdain

"A little spray-painted graffiti on the side of Sunset Boulevard could drum up some serious buzz”

Nikki shook his head with a wry smile.

"As much as I appreciate the guerrilla marketing approach, we need something more polished," he said, running a hand through his tousled hair as he leaned forward, his gaze fixed on his bandmates.

Mick nodded in agreement.

Nikki arched an eyebrow, his gaze locking onto Tommy’s with a curious intensity.

"Do you have any ideas, Tommy?"

A mischievous grin spread across Tommy's face as he leaned back in his chair, confidence radiating from every pore.

"Actually, I do," he declared, capturing the attention of his bandmates.

"My sister, Katie, she's a photographer. She could help us make some flyres with some killer shoots."

The mention of Tommy's sister piqued the band's interest. They had heard stories about Katie Lee, Tommy mentioned her a lot, but none of them had ever met her.

Mick, ever the pragmatist, cut to the heart of the matter with a single question.

"Is she any good?" he asked, his skepticism evident in his gravelly voice.

Tommy's response was immediate.

"She's incredible," he declared, his voice brimming with pride.

"She's been working as a photographer in downtown LA for the past two years, but she has been obsessed with photography since we were kids. Trust me, guys, she's the real deal. "

Vince grinned.

"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go pay Katie a visit and see if she can work her magic for us."

As their car glided to a halt in front of SutterLux Studios, the first thing that caught their eyes was the imposing sign, polished to a mirror like perfection, a testament to the studio's prestige as it boldly announced its name to the world. It stood as a beacon of elegance amidst the bustling cityscape, its modern architecture a symphony of clean lines and sleek facades that mesmerized passersbys. Every detail, from the smooth curvature of the walls to the precise symmetry of the windows, spoke of craftsmanship and artistry that left an indelible impression on all who saw it. Surrounding the entrance, a meticulously curated garden, a lush oasis of greenery, provided a tranquility to the building's exterior.

As they stepped out of their car, the band's rock and roll style clashed brilliantly with the polished surroundings. Leather jackets, ripped jeans, and a smattering of tattoos made for a striking contrast against the backdrop of elegance.

Stepping into the studio, they were greeted by a receptionist girl seated at a marble-topped desk, her workspace packed with notepads and notebooks in neat order wich spoke volumes about her attention to detail. With a shy smile playing on her lips, she chirped a warm welcome, while her eyes scaned the group of men before her.

"Welcome to SutterLux! What can I help you?” her voice was light and airy.

Tommy leaned casually against the desk, flashing his trademark grin as he addressed her.

"Hey there, we're here to see Katie Lee. Is she available?" he inquired, his voice laced with confidence.

The receptionist's bashfulness only added to her charm as she inquired about their appointment, her eyes flitting towards the calendar as she searched for any openings.

"I'm her brother, and I just want to talk to her if she's free," Tommy explained with a nonchalant shrug, his charm evident in every word.

Recognition flickerd on the receptionist's face as she realized who Tommy was

"Oh, you're Katie's brother Tommy? She's mentioned you," she remarked, her shy tone melting into a warm, friendly demeanor.

"Let me see if she's available. Please take a seat. I'll be right back."

With a graceful gesture towards the plush black sofas on the other side, she disappeared into the depths of the studio, leaving the band members alone in the lobby. The air crackled with anticipation as Vince, Mick, and Nikki exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to expect when they finally met Katie Lee.

As the receptionist girl reappeared with Katie by her side, the room seemed to brighten with her presence. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall of flames, framing her face with an aura of vibrant energy. Her eyes twinkled with a mischievous sparkle, and every step she took radiated confidence.

"Tommy!" Katie exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine delight as she enveloped her brother in a tight hug.

"What are you doing here?"

Tommy returned the hug with equal enthusiasm, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

"We came to see you, sis," he replied, pulling back to gaze at her with fondness.

"Who’s we?” she asked couriously as her gaze shifted to the other men standing behind Tommy, her smile widening at the sight of them.

"Nikki, Vince, and Mick," Tommy introduced, gesturing to each member of the band in turn. "Guys, this is my sister, Katie."

The band members exchanged greetings with Katie, their admiration for her evident in their eyes. Her easygoing demeanor and magnetic charm left an impression on each of them, drawing them in with her infectious energy.

"Do you have a little time to spare for us sis?” Tommy asked eagerly.

"I hope so.” Katie replied with a grin.

"Sam, when's my next client scheduled to arrive?" Katie turned to the receptionist girl, who quickly returned to her desk.

Sam scanned the schedule and checked the clock on the wall before responding,

"You've got about an hour and twenty minutes until your next appointment."

Katie nodded thoughtfully.

"Great. In that case, why don't we head over to that coffee shop down the street? We can grab a table and chat," she suggested, turning back to the band with a warm smile.

"Sounds like a plan," Tommy cheered, his excitement matching hers as they left the building.

As Katie and the band strolled down the bustling streets of downtown LA, the city pulsed with an electrifying vitality and amidst the vibrant chaos, they sought refuge at a quaint corner table in a cozy café, where the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them like a warm embrace.

After placing their orders, Nikki leaned forward, his piercing blue eyes fixed on Katie.

"So, Katie, Tommy's been singing your praises as a kickass photographer," his voice as smooth as silk. "We're on the hunt for someone with your skills to help us make a splash with our upcoming gig."

Katie nodded, her interest piqued.

"I'm all ears," she replied, leaning back in her chair.

Tommy, unable to contain his excitement, leaned forward eagerly.

"We've headlining at the Starwood Club next month," he announced, a grin spreading across his face. "But we're not just looking to play; we want to rock the joint!"

"And to light up that stage, we need some badass posters, flyers, and all that jazz, something that draws  a lot of people in" Vince chimed in, his voice hyped.

Katie soaked up their vibe, a glint of excitement dancing in her eyes.

"Consider it done" she declared, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"But first could guys maybe show some of your music for me? Just to get a better image of Mötley Crüe.”

The band exchanged looks, a smirk playing on their lips.

"We'll crank up the amps and give you a taste," Tommy promised, a grin spreading across his face.

"You just got a backstage pass to our sonic circus," Nikki added, a playful twinkle in his eye.

"Why don't we invite you to my place? We've got a rehearsal space set up there, so you can experience what we're all about."

Katie's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"That sounds perfect," she exclaimed, a radiant smile gracing her lips.

"Then it's settled," Mick declared with a decisive nod. "We'll make our way to Nikki's place once we're done here."

With the first part of their plan solidified, the band and Katie lingered over their drinks, their conversation flowing with easy.

As the time drew near for Katie's next appointment, the group decided to escort her back to work. Upon the arrival, Katie vanished into the studio to finish her job for the day.

As the band settled into the reception hall, time seemed to stretch out before them, each minute feeling like an eternity as they waited with for Katie's return.

At long last, the door creaked open, and Katie emerged with a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"Sorry for the wait, guys," Katie apologized, her voice carrying a note of excitement as she joined the band.

"I'm ready to roll now."

With a renewed sense of anticipation, Katie and the band made their way to Nikki's car, the excitement practically crackling in the air around them. As they headed to the Sunset Strip, Katie couldn't suppress the thrill bubbling within her, eager to delve deeper into the realm of rock 'n' roll.

Arriving at Nikki's apartment building, Katie was greeted by a surge of excitement at the thought finally getting to know the band wich her brother was part of.

As Mötley Crüe and Katie entered Nikki's flat, they were greeted by a space that perfectly encapsulated the rock 'n' roll lifestyle. Posters of iconi musicans adorned the walls, while instruments were scattered haphazardly around the room. Amplifiers hummed softly in the background, hinting at the music that was created within these walls.

The furniture was a mix of vintage pieces and modern comforts, giving the space a lived-in yet stylish vibe. A plush couch sat against one wall, its cushions worn from years of use, while a sleek bar area beckoned from the corner, stocked with an impressive array of spirits.

Nikki led the group into the room with a grin, gesturing for them to make themselves at home. "Welcome to my humble abode, where the magic happens" he said, a twinkle in his eye turning to Katie

"Make yourself comfortable."

As Katie and the rest of the band settled in, Nikki made his way to the fridge, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Alright, folks, what'll it be?" he called out, opening the fridge door to reveal an assortment of beverages.

"Beer, wine, whiskey? You name it, I've got it."

The band members exchanged glances, a collective smirk crossing their faces.

"Surprise us, Nikki," Vince replied, a playful edge to his voice.

Nikki chuckled as he retrieved a selection of drinks from the fridge, passing them out to the group with a flourish. As the band settled in with their drinks, Nikki turned to Katie with a grin.

"Are you ready for your private show, Katie?" he asked, his eyes alight with anticipation.

Katie's face broke into a wide smile.

"Absolutely," she replied, excitement coursing through her veins as she leand back comfortably in the couch, drink in hand. With a casual ease, she propped her legs up on the coffee table, fixing her gaze on the band with eager anticipation.

With that the band took their place on the stage, wich was the other side of Nikki’s living room, and launched into their first song. The music was filling the room with its raw energy. Katie's eyes danced with delight as she listened, completely captivated by the electrifying performance unfolding before her.

Song after song, Mötley Crüe poured their hearts and souls into their music, each note resonating with passion and intensity. Katie couldn't help but be swept away by the sheer talent and charisma of the band, her appreciation for their music growing with each passing moment.

As the final chords faded into silence, Tommy and Nikki took their seats on either side of Katie, their faces flushed with exhilaration. Vince and Mick settled into the armchairs surrounding the coffee table, their expressions mirroring the sense of accomplishment that filled the room.

"So, Katie, what did you think?" Nikki asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Katie's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she took a sip of her drink, considering her response.

"I loved it," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

"Each song had its own unique energy"

With the mood buoyed by Katie's praise, she launched into her ideas for the flyers and posters, drawing inspiration from the music she had just heard.

The band members listened intently, nodding in agreement as Katie outlined her vision for the promotional materials.

"I love it," Vince exclaimed, his eyes shining with enthusiasm.

"It sounds like you really understand our vibe and what we're all about."

Katie smiled, feeling a surge of pride at the band's reaction.

 "I'm glad you think so," she replied.

"I can't wait to get started and see what we can create together."

As the excitement of their collaboration filled the room, Katie and the band members of Mötley Crüe quickly settled on a date for the photoshoot.

"How about Saturday, two days from now?" Katie suggested, her eyes alight with enthusiasm.

The band members exchanged eager nods, they couldn’t wait to see Katie's vision come to life. "Sounds good to us," Nikki replied, a grin spreading across his face.

"We'll make sure we're ready to rock and roll."

With the date set and plans in motion, the group toasted to their upcoming photoshoot, excitement buzzing in the air. As they continued to chat and laugh late into the evening, Katie couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the creative journey that lay ahead.

As the evening wore on and the excitement of their collaboration began to wind down, the band members of Mötley Crüe started to make their exit.

Vince, with a mischievous glint in his eye, rose from his seat, his voice laced with playful banter.

"Alright folks, see you on Saturday. I'm off to see my girl" he declared, his announcement met with teasing cheers from the rest of the group.

Shortly there after, Mick followed suit, offering a nod of farewell before vanishing into the nocturnal embrace of the city.

Tommy glanced at his watch, realizing it was time to pick up his new flame.

"I better get going, my date is waiting" he said, flashing a grin at the others.

"New girl?” Katie asked quirosly.

"We will see” he answered with a huge smile still plaster on his face

"But before I head out, Nikki, do you mind taking Katie home?"

 "I'd be happy to make sure she gets home safely." Nikki nodded in agreement, a warm smile on his face.

Katie smiled gratefully

"Thank you, Nikki," she said

"I appreciate it."

With goodbyes exchanged Tommy dissapiered and soon after Nikki and Katie made their way down from the flat to Nikki's car, the cool night air greating them as they stepped out side. They exchanged casual banter as they walked, their laughter echoing off the surrounding buildings.

 "So, Nikki, where did you and my brother crossed paths?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Nikki's gaze drifted to the road ahead, a nostalgic smile gracing his lips as he recounted the story.

"Well, it was after I had a falling out with my former band's singer and decided to quit London," he began, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

"I was feeling pretty lost and unsure of what to do next."

He paused for a moment, lost in thought, before continuing.

"I found myself sitting in a diner, flipping through the ads of musicians looking to join a band," he explained.

"That's when Tommy walked up to me out of the blue."

A smile tugged at the corners of Nikki's lips as he recalled the memory.

"He was this cocky guy with wild hair and an even wilder personality," he said.

 "I remember him saying he had my poster on his bedroom wall” he laughed and Katie started giggeling next to him.

"And then he just seated himself infront of me and started twireling his drum sticks and as they say the rest is histroy”

Katie glanced over at Nikki, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"It's amazing how things just seem to fall into place sometimes," she remarked, her voice filled with admiration.

"It's like the universe has a way of bringing people together when they need it."

Nikki nodded in agreement, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Yeah, it's funny how life works out like that," he replied, his voice tinged with reflection. "Sometimes the most unexpected encounters can change the course of your life in ways you never imagined."

They fell into a comfortable rhythm of conversation, sharing stories and laughter as they made their way through the city streets. Before they knew it, they had arrived at Katie's apartment building, the glow of the streetlights casting a warm halo around them.

As Nikki pulled up to the curb, he turned to Katie with a smile.

"Well, here we are," he said, his tone lighthearted.

"Thanks for the company, Katie. I had a great time tonight."

Katie returned his smile, a sense of warmth and gratitude filling her chest.

"Thank you for the ride, Nikki," she replied, her voice sincere.

With a final wave goodbye, Katie stepped out of the car and watched as Nikki drove off into the night. As she made her way up to her apartment, a sense of contentment washed over her, grateful for the unexpected connection she had formed with Nikki and the band.

[nereamrt]

Do you write any Nikki sixx fanfics?

I don’t unfortunately. I have had the idea to write some things, but I don’t think I have enough confidence in my writing to actually post them. I love the Crüe and might have an idea for a story of Nikki and an OC, I just don’t know if people will like it. All in all, I would maybe consider doing it in the future eventually. Maybe I’ll share what I have in mind!

[livfastdieyoung69]

ROCKSTARS NEVER DIE-

(Ch.1) A Nikki Sixx Story.

A knock pounded on the wooden door. Rowan ignored it like they always did. Another knock followed by a yell of their name that didn’t even have to travel through the door thanks to the fist-sized hole. A loud puff of air came shortly after before the person on the other side stuck their hand through the hole, unlocking the door themselves.

“Rowan.” Rowan didn’t budge. They crept over to the mattress on the floor. “Rowan!” A groan left their mouth after a kick was swiftly delivered to their rib cage. It wouldn’t have hurt so bad if it wasn’t for the pair of Keds on the person who did it.

“What the fuck do you want, Holly…” Rowan finally turned over, removing their face from the grimy pillowcase.

“You promised to help out at the diner today, remember? Kelly can’t come in and I said you could. And all of the dumb rockstar guys coming down from the rest of the strip like you anyways.”

“That’s cause I am one of the dumb rockstar guys.” Rowan finally sat up, their feet meeting the ground. “No one's gonna be out anyways, it’s the fucking morning in case you haven’t noticed.”

“It’s seven pm, Rowan. We have to be there at seven-thirty. And please put something on that isn’t leather!” Holly hollered the last sentence as they left the dirtied room. Rowan let out another groan, bringing their hands up to their face before jumping over to the pile of clothes on the floor muttering about how they’ll wear whatever the hell they want.

Rowan quickly left their room after choosing a pair of torn-up jeans with a leather lace-up crotch just to spite Holly along with the wife-beater they had fallen asleep in the night before. At the sight of the terrible 70s furniture and bright lights, they left the living room even faster than their room in search of a cigarette and the pot of probably cold coffee.

“We gotta go Ro. And you’re not smoking in my car, so can you please just wait until you get a break or something?” They responded with nothing but a sigh before chugging the ice cold cup of coffee they had just gotten to and stuffing the already crumpled pack of cigarettes in their back pocket. Rowan turned around to find Holly waiting at the door with an impatient look on her face so they just grabbed their sneakers to put on in the car.

The bell on the door of Tony’s Diner rang, and Holly entered with a moping Rowan dragging their feet behind them.

“Sorry I’m late Dottie, Rowan wouldn’t wake up again,” Holly spoke as she rounded the corner to find the older waitress looking for the pens that always seem to be lost.

“Oh, you’re alright Holly. Where is that troublemaker anyway? Last time I saw the kid they were skin and bones.”

“Yeah, they still are. Got a little better since they moved in but I’ve been trying to get ‘em to eat more. I think they saw someone they knew sitting down and went to say hi.” Rowan turned the corner right after Holly spoke, their eyes lighting up with recognition at the sight of Dottie.

“Hey, Dots! How’ve you been?”

“I’m alright Ro. It’s nice to see you after a while. You been hanging in there after..all that?” At the mention of Rowan's overdose, they noticeably tensed up and looked down, embarrassed before nodding their head and refusing to make eye contact with anyone.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I don’t do that stuff anymore.” Rowan tried to move away from the uncomfortable conversation, looking over to the line cooks to see who was working.

“Ro, what the hell happened to your hair?” Hearing Holly’s words Rowan turned back around, eyebrows furrowed.

“What? Oh yeah, someone lit my hair on fire last night so it’s a little uneven.” They scratched the back of their head and went back to inspecting the kitchen for at least one cook.

“Christ, kid, didn’t you just say you stopped doing all of that?’ Dottie's words may have been harsh but her tone was soft and full of worry.

“Well, yeah, I meant I stopped taking fuckin’ Xanax man! What, do you want me to just throw my partying days away? Let me have some fun.” Rowan walked away after quickly grabbing a notepad and a pen in hopes that the conversation would finally stop.

“I’m glad Rowan has you Holly. I don’t think they’d be alive if they didn’t.”

“Yeah…I don’t think so either.”

The diner was surprisingly empty for how late it was. There were always at least two big rushes. The first one was the people who didn’t really party all that much and didn’t like the music all that much either. They were calmer and tipped more. But they were posers so Rowan wasn’t a fan. Then the second crowd would come in a few hours later, and a lot rowdier. Most of them were black-out drunk, maybe even a little high. They partied, and rocked, and fucked and most of them were huge fans of Rowan. The first was smaller than usual, and now they just had to wait.

Rowan stared up at the clock. 9:57. They let out a sigh

“You okay over there?” Another waitress- Sophia, Sam, something that started with an s- asked.

“Uh, yeah. Could you just let someone know I’m gonna go have a smoke? Thanks.” Rowan left quickly through the back door out of the kitchen, a cigarette sitting on their lips by the time the cold wind pushed against their face. The small fire of their lighter brought warmth to their fingers and smoke to the air. Minutes later the heavy metal door creaked open.

“Hey, Ro? Someone’s asking for you out here.” Holly spoke cautiously. It was obvious Rowan wasn’t used to being sober this late.

“Uhm, alright. Just..just give me a sec Hols.” They squatted down before speaking bringing their arms up to the side of their face, trying to block out the sounds of the strip and the oncoming migraine. Their hands moved from gripping the back of their neck to rubbing their eyes. They sucked a breath in and held. One, two, three, four, five. They breathed out, crushing their cigarette butt on the floor, and stood with another sigh before moving back inside and to the table Holly had told them.

“Alright, what the fuck do you want?” Rowan leaned against the wooden border of the booth, staring at the man with his nose stuck in the menu.

“Nice to see you too.” The man looked up, a small smile setting on his face at the sight of them.

“Oh, hey man. How’s it goin’ Mick?” After realizing who it was Rowan sat in the other seat opposite of him, sinking into the sticky and crumbling booth.

“Y’know, the usual. Life's a bitch, my back hurts, and I’d like to die in a hole.” He responded, voice the same sarcastic monotone it almost always was. “You?”

“Same-same. Life’s a bitch, still going a little insane, and I did die in a hole last week. Unfortunately, i’m back.” The pair shared a couple of kind smiles- unlikely for the both- and fond laughter, before Mick took a sip of his shitty coffee, no sugar, no cream, and Ro picked at the fake wooden panel peeling up from the table.

“Listen, there’s this new band I’ve been playing with for a few days and we could use a rhythm guitarist. You’d fit right in and I said I’d ask around, see if anyone would be down.”

“I mean, I don’t have anything goin’ on right now, sure. This band gotta name or somethin'?” Rowan moved their arm to sit on the booth behind them as they slouched back. Mick let out a huff of air.

“Yeah, I wish. Don’t even have a fuckin’ singer yet.”

Yahoo! A new story :) I’ve been wanting to write a motley story for agesssss. On Wattpad as well just cause I prefer to write on there and paste it over here lolololls. Enjoyyyy

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So...ya girl made an OC/shameful self-insert. It's happening.

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dirtbags // 7: Charlotte

Summary: High School AU. Spring 1984. There's a lot of changes and love may or may not be in the air for several couples. John Hughes brings families together, and Charlotte finally learns why Lola and Leo moved to LA.

A/N: 6151 words. HEAVILY IMPLIED HOMOPHOBIA IN LOLA'S BACKSTORY!! also hello friends. there's a bit of an exposition dump at the end with Lola but i can't be bothered editing it so have at. as always, for my dearest beloveds @cantbeamoved and @misscharlottelee because i love your gals with my whole entire heart. also still using asofterworld for the interludes.

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we are empty inside and hollow, hoping something small and sweet will makes it's nest in us.

Vince is a dirty little snitch, is the only thought filling Charlotte’s head as she finds herself sitting across from Nikki Sixx during their shared free period one morning. He’s wearing a shit-eating grin asking how her date was on Saturday. Charlotte regrets not letting Eileen pee on something Vince cared about at his last house party. 

At least Nikki’s talking to her, which is still more than she can say for Lola, who’s behaving like even more of a child than the toddler-in-a-teenager’s-body across from her.

“You, Miss Lee, are worse than Vince Neil, you know that?” Nikki just seems to be determined to say things to make her blood boil this fine morning, “at least he and Peach are still lying to each other about not being in love, or,” he shrugged for a moment while Charlotte clenched her teeth hard enough she was vaguely concerned they might crack, “at least they’re telling us they’re not in love, even if it’s a terrible lie -”

“I fucking hate that you’re hanging out with Peach,” Charlotte hissed, bringing her head to rest against the wood of the bench, as if hoping it could will away her quickly forming headache. Maybe she wasn’t as glad as she thought that Nikki was still talking to her.

“Because she asked me to deflower her in Heather’s bathroom?” He asked, to which Charlotte’s head shot up so fast she got a headrush, murder burning in her eyes - “I didn’t! Fucking Christ!” Nikki half laughed, hands immediately raising in defence, “I was shooting my shot with Heather until Lo threw up on her carpet or some shit,” even at the mere memory his expression momentarily scrunched up. 

“And because you know there’s a line of people ready to carve you a new asshole if you touched her?” Charlotte asked, tone venomously sweet; Nikki flushed, gaze dropping as he made a show of patting down his pockets. He pulls out a ziplocked bag with what looks to be a messy mix of weed and tobacco, and fishes some rolling papers from his back pocket.

“You said it, not me,” he says, pulling out a pinch of the mixture from the bag and rolling himself a thin joint, as if he could deflect, like he wasn’t scared of the people who would come to Peach’s defense.

“Dude!” Charlotte scowled, immediately jettisoning herself back, stumbling away from the bench they usually co-opted the moment he lit up. 

“It’s not even that strong!”

“That’s not the issue -”

“Don’t be a narc, Charlie -”

“I don’t give a shit what you do I just don’t wanna be smelling like your shitty weed all day,” she swept her notebook into her back, snatching it all up in one fell swoop, “who shit in your fucking cereal today, dude?”

“No-one?” Nikki glowered back, “who pissed in yours? You’re the one who can tell the world you’re all happy and in love and shit and yet-”

“I am not -”

“Not what? In love with the human version of a fucking crumpet?” Nikki’s tone, like his smile, was mean, “just fucking admit it, Charlotte, there’s no sniper about to take you out for being fucking happy; you can say it -”

“Fuck you, I can’t say shit because what happens when he leaves,” escapes Charlotte in an angry rush, and immediately, she’s got a hand to her mouth, traitorous tears in her eyes. For a few seconds there’s silence, and Charlotte feels her heart beat in her throat at the realisation that she’s said it out loud, voiced the thing that’s been looming in the back of her mind ever since she realised just how happy Razzle had been making her. 

Nikki’s expression softens, and for the briefest moment Charlotte thinks she can see regret in his eyes, right before her own cloud over, and she has to hide her face in her hands. She hears Nikki moving for almost a full minute, but she’s frozen in place, unable to look, unable to move, for fear of breaking the spell she’s managed to place herself under with her face in her hands. If she moves, she’ll break down. 

Then, she hears a faint spritzing sound, and rather than smoke or weed, she smells something like cologne or aftershave, and Nikki’s wrapping her in a gentle hug. The realisation that he’d done his best to not smell like smoke before approaching her is the thing that sends her over the edge; she must have looked so sad for him to have put in even that small amount of effort.

Charlotte sniffles, Nikki pats her back, his arms around her. He’s warmer than she’d expected.

“I’m really in love with Razz, aren’t I?” She asks, voice trembling, and Nikki, with a surprisingly apologetic tone, confirms as much. Everyone could see it, “what do I do?”

“Love the shit out of him while he’s here, do that gross romantic bullshit where you write to each other like you’re in olden-times when he goes back, and get your rich asshole parents to fly you to England every few months to see him,” it’s... surprisingly solid advice, though Charlotte could have done without the dig at her parents; Nikki didn’t know them so he was simply assuming they were assholes... They are, but still, that’s not his place. Then, after swallowing hard, Nikki adds, “and tell him you love him.”

And somehow... it makes her feel better. What the fuck?

“Why are you being so genuine?” Charlotte asked, finally stepping back and wiping her eyes; Nikki sat back on the bench she’d just vacated, playing with a rip in his jeans, avoiding looking at her.

“You are my friend, Charlie,” he said, voice flat, like he didn’t quite want to admit it out loud, “friends generally... want the best for each other, or whatever.” That, at least, got Charlotte to smile, though she still finds herself sniffling a little. After a brief, nervous glance to the back windows of the library, wondering if anyone had heard their short argument, Charlotte swings her bag onto her back.

“Then, in the spirit of that,” she straightens her posture and tries to brighten her expression, “I just hope you can take your own advice; you call me and Razz gross and obvious, but you and Lola...” but at the sight of Nikki’s sudden inability to hold back his grin, cheeks all flushed, Charlotte finds herself trailing off, eyes going wide, “oh!” 

“Shut up,” Nikki’s all flustered, it’s even kind of adorable. Despite Charlotte and Lola’s currently rocky relationship, something warm and proud blooms in her chest at the confirmation Nikki leaves unspoken but clear. Charlotte tightens her grip on the strap of her bag, “it’s only been a few weeks, we’re keeping it pretty quiet.” He admits.

“Is that why you were so shitty about me and Razz earlier? Because- because he told Vince we were on a date?” And Nikki’s irate flush at her words is all the confirmation she needs, though she’s quick to assure him she’d keep his secret, for which he seems grateful. It doesn’t stop her, however, a moment later, as if overcome with the spirit of someone much younger, and despite the teartracks now forgotten on her cheeks, singing teasingly right before the bell goes;

“Nikki’s got a girlfriend~” 

She's still grinning even as he wallops her in the shoulder hard enough to bruise.

there are some secrets i will take to my grave. i don't want loving you to be one of them.

Eileen's taken up not smoking, which is weird enough, and takes the ginger ten minutes to explain when it should have taken her thirty seconds. Keanu's tried to take up smoking for a role but is bad at it, but some of the other girls in the musical with him and Eileen have suggested various alternatives, and though he never actually ends up smoking any of them he ends up smelling like a shitty incense stick, and Eileen's trying to cover up how close the two of them actually are.

"- because I can't actually carry an incense stick around with me, could you imagine? That's too much even for me," Eileen rolls her eyes dismissively, still pretending that she's doesn't spend all her down time during rehearsals with Keanu's arm around her. She's sitting on her windowsill, looking like she belonged on a Virginia Slims billboard, squinting down the street.

"I can absolutely imagine," Charlotte crowed with delight at the idea, lounging on Eileen's bed, a magazine open and forgotten before her, "you would make such a good hippie!" Eyes shining with delight and mirth, Charlotte props her chin up on her hands, while Eileen visibly recoils at the suggestion.

"Yeah, but I've seen my mom's wardrobe and I'm pretty sure she was too, at least enough to buy multiple pairs of patterned bellbottoms," her nose wrinkles. Distractedly, she raises the half-ash, hand-rolled lavender cigarette to her lips, but presses the filter to her bottom lip instead of inhaling as her gaze slides to Charlotte, "and I cannot begin to stress how okay I am being in the dark on my mother's stance on free love."

"Point taken," Charlotte sighs dramatically and flops onto her back, magazine creasing beneath her head. The silence is only broken by the plosive sound of Eileen making smoke rings without ever inhaling the smoke into her lungs. After a few moments, they both fall into total silence, the kind that makes Charlotte's ears ring and think about how Lola would say Eileen's wasting her cigarette.

Peach is out. Peach is always out nowadays. Eileen's house always seems to echo without Peach, maybe that's why she's been inviting Charlotte over so much.

"Keanu says I look like the girl from the Sixteen Candles posters," Eileen says softly, much softer than anyone else is ever allowed to hear. There's something in her voice that Charlotte isn't used to hearing; doubt.

"Molly Ringwald," Charlotte adds, not quite sure where this is all going. She angles her head to look over at Eileen and her rueful smile, the magazine crinkling under her hair as she does so, "she's pretty; I hear it's good."

"Peach really likes it," her expression twists and she finally stubs out her half-burned cigarette into the dainty, porcelain ash tray she'd thrifted last week, "seen it like three times already, even took Vince," its starting to look like she's bitten a particularly sour lemon, that's not getting sweeter any time soon.

"Oh," is all Charlotte can think to say, brow furrowing.

"I wanna go see it, but I don't want to see it with Keanu," she's shooting for casual, while Charlotte makes an intrigued noise in the back of her throat; hesitance is not a common look on Miss Eileen Austen, "because Peach has been calling me Ginny for like three weeks and I don't think it's a compliment, and I don't want him to... you know..." it seems like she herself doesn't quite know, gesturing awkwardly into the air. Drawing a single knee up to her chest, still perched on the windowsill, she braces her arms around it and rests her chin on her knee, "and I don't wanna go alone," she mumbles.

"When's it playing next?"

"Six," Eileen doesn't even hesitate. Charlotte can't help but smile.

"Had that memorised?" She half smirked, and finally Eileen's nerves seemed to clear. Huffing a long, drawn out sigh, she stands and meanders over to the bed, flopping down beside Charlotte on her bed, both girls now looking up at the ceiling. Eileen groans like she's so embarrassed it pains her, pulling a folded up newspaper clipping from her bra, holding it aloft as she unfolded it, revealing that it was all of this week's showings of Sixteen Candles at their cinema.

After a few beats of silence, Charlotte simply turns her face enough to meet Eileen's gaze as the ginger is looking at her, waiting for a response.

"You're really freaked out about this Ginny thing, aren't you?" Despite her smile, Charlotte's voice was full of gentle understanding.

"Peach hating me because I think she can do better than Vince? I can live with that, because I'm right," Eileen said matter-of-factly, but she carefully folded up the clipping and stashed it back in her bra, "but I think it's more than that now," she murmured faintly, "and now I'm in my head thinking that this rom-com has something to do with it."

After a beat, Charlotte springs to her feet, startling the contemplative Eileen, offering her hand.

"Come on," Charlotte's voice leaves no room for argument; she wiggles her fingers insistently, "you and me, 'Leen, girls' night at the movies." As the words sink in, Eileen's expression turns from surprised to warm and grateful, and she twists until she's in a sitting position. Charlotte's smile gets wider, gets fonder, and Eileen takes her hand, lets her pull her to her feet, "I won't even tell anyone if it makes you cry."

And it does, for the record, make Eileen cry, because not even two minutes in she sees exactly why her little sister loves this movie, and is horrified to understand why she'd dub Eileen Ginny.

Charlotte gets it, but doesn't realise how hard it's hit her best friend until none of them wish the main character, the girl who looks like Eileen, who looks like Peach, a happy birthday, forgetting entirely.

"Now don't give me that pouty look of yours; you can eat your carrots when you get home," the mother in the film tells the young, red-headed sixteen year old on screen, taking her by her shoulders as the rest of the family leaves without a second thought.

"That's it? You don't have anything else to say to me today?"

"What would you like me to say, Sam?"

There's a tired kind of disappointment in the mother's voice that Charlotte knows she's heard in Mrs Austin's voice before, in the dark theatre, there's a sniffle from the sea beside her. Eileen looks aghast, mouth covered by both her hands. There's already tears shining in her eyes. Charlotte wraps an arm around her, and the usually stoic Eileen begins to cry as the opening title for Sixteen Candles fades in over a school building.

It's Eileen who insists they stay until the end, even as Charlotte assures her it's okay if she wants to leave, but Eileen, trying hard to keep her composure, insists that it's a rom-com, that it has to have a happy ending.

And it does.

And Eileen sobs during the entire credits, doubled over and trembling and trying to keep as quiet as she could to not draw attention to herself. When Charlotte offers her arm for support, Eileen accepts it without saying a word, though the moment she stands she schools her expression into something sharp and resolute. It's a little undercut by her red, puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks, but somehow she still manages to look severe.

"If I ever become so self absorbed that I forget Peach's birthday like that, you have full permission to slap some sense into me," is the first thing she says on the drive back. Her grip on the steering-wheel is white-knuckled.

"You're not Ginny," Charlotte says firmly; the movie had thrown her for a loop too, she wouldn't lie. She'd grown up with Peach and Eileen, it's so easy and painful to see how Peach had drawn similarities.

"I'm enough like her for Peach," her nose wrinkles as the lights ahead of them turn red and she eases the car to a stop. Without warning, she slams her hands on the steering wheel with a wordless shout of frustration, "I'm gonna have to apologise to Vince!" She seethes furiously, once more getting a grip on the wheel, glaring through the windshield at the lights, daring them to turn green.

"Nikki says Vince is in love with her," Charlotte added faintly, breaking the tense silence; Eileen lets out a long, slow breath, and the tension eases from her shoulders.

"Really?"

"He was being a dick about me and Razzle, so I think he's telling the truth," giving a half-smile Charlotte relaxes into the seat a little, glancing at Eileen out of the corner of her eye, "and Vince knows you, 'Leen; he knows there's definitely less potentially-castrate-y ways to get his kicks if he wasn't serious."

"But what if he's good to her?" Eileen mutters, voice hard but brow creased with concern. Confused, Charlotte turns to give her a bewildered look; Eileen doesn't look away from the road, "what if he's good to her, but it still doesn't work out, and he breaks her heart even though he's trying to be gentle, and there's no car to key, and all I can do is watch?" Her jaw is tight; she'd been suffering under the weight of those words for far longer than she'd let on.

There's no words in this moment, no words that would be right. Charlotte reaches out and rests her hand on Eileen's arm gently. Eileen carefully lets go and steers down the sleepy streets with one hand as she links the fingers of her now free hand with Charlotte's, giving a firm squeeze.

"Thanks," Eileen says softly, finally. The car is slowing down outside Eileen's house; there's no lights on inside, still no-one's home.

"Any time," Charlotte tells her with sincere warmth, and after a moment they head inside.

They order pizza and wait for Peach to get home. She'd been working, but had also vaguely mentioned going to Nikki's band's rehearsal after since it was Friday, while Eileen's expression pinches as she recounts the derisive noise when Peach had mentioned that morning that Vince was the singer. In hindsight, she regrets it, among countless other things. The only candles in the house were either emergency candles or the ones in the Austin parents' bathroom, and neither girl would touch those, so instead the only flame they have as light when Peach finally comes home is the lighter Eileen borrowed from Keanu.

"Hello?" Peach's voice fills the house the moment the door swings open, and Eileen can't even wait on the table like she'd wanted, instead bolting to the front hall and calling her sister's name before ambushing her in a hug, "christ, Ginny." Peace can be heard groaning, while Charlotte leans against the counter behind the waiting pizza.

Eileen's response is quiet enough that Charlotte can't properly hear it, but Peach's confused irritation is loud and clear.

"The fuck are you on about? What do you want -?"

"I'm sorry!" Eileen finally shouted, sounding almost frantic. A long silence followed, and finally the front door closed.

"Whatever, nothing to be sorry about," Peach scoffed, footsteps heavy on the tile, and Charlotte only has a moment to click the lighter to life before -

"What... is this?" The hostility has drained from Peach's tone in an instant as she looks at the dark kitchen and Charlotte's earnest expression.

"Peach," Eileen tries again, sincere and honest in a way she'd only be for her little sister, "I'm sorry." Peach walks forward like she's in a dream, like she can't quite believe what's happening.

"For what?" She asks faintly, stepping close enough to the counter that she can look at the pizza boxes stacked and waiting, and to Charlotte and the little lighter flame.

"For everything," Eileen answers, "for being all self absorbed and forgetting that you're your own person, letting anyone think that you're just- you're just an extension of me... even me. You're not," Eileen gives a weak, laugh, "Peach you're so much cooler than I was a year ago," she takes a deep breath, looking to her fidgeting fingers as Peach turns with genuine surprise at the admission, "and being shitty about your happiness just because I was being selfish and scared about you getting hurt; I'm sorry."

Peach hugs her sister tightly, and Charlotte ducks her gaze to hide where she's been tearing up. Thankfully her attention is taken as the lighter's constant flame has heated the metal enough to burn her thumb. In the near-darkness, Eileen is apologising, and Peach has started to cry.

Peach demands answers over pizza, lights on, all three of them sitting on the kitchen island, and Eileen is more than forthcoming, explaining herself with hindsight on her side and an honest apology at the ready. In turn, Peach tells them about Vince, about all they've been doing together, how kind and warm and funny he is -

"Told ya' they're in love," Charlotte's got Peach's head in her lap where they're all sitting in the den, TV on mostly for background noise. Eileen is painting her toenails and Charlotte is adding little braids to Peach's hair. Peach immediately jerks up at the accusation, yelping.

"Am not!" Wincing, she holds a hand to her head where she'd pulled herself from Charlotte's grip, defensive scowl on her face, "he's just my friend -"

"Who you dream about kissing passionately beneath the moonlight?" Charlotte says, equal parts teasing and dramatic as she fake swoons, and Eileen cackles with laughter.

"Like you do about Razzle?" Peach shoots back at her, only to have unknowingly sprung the trap, both Eileen and Charlotte sharing a look of mischievous glee.

"Exactly, Peachy, our dear Charlotte is going steady with her British boy-toy," Eileen sits up straight, eyes alight, "so what does that say about you and Mister Neil?"

Peach's mouth snaps closed and she puffs out her cheeks, defeated. After a moment she glances to Charlotte.

"So you and Razz aren't just... hanging out?" At Peach's question, Charlotte's expression goes all soft and warm and pleased, the way it always does whenever she thinks about Razzle, and she nods firmly. Settling back down, Peach is still making an expression like she's debating on whether or not she's going to say something, even as she rests her head back in Charlotte's lap, "about three weeks ago Vince asked me to be his girlfriend," Peach muttered, quickly turning red, "like properly and everything."

"And what did you say?" Eileen asks, tone kind and intrigued.

"I said yes, fucking obviously -"

"Nikki's a terrible influence on you," Charlotte shakes her head at Peach's display of language, but it breaks the tension with ease.

"Nikki is a terrible influence on everyone except Lola, because they operate on the same, weird wavelength already, and Mick, because he - and I quote - is 'impervious to stains like Nikki'," Peach said without missing a beat, with a tone like she was presenting fact.

"Who are you quoting?" Eileen snorted, raising an eyebrow as she started on her other foot.

"Mick," Peach shrugged, and both Eileen and Charlotte nodded sagely; of course Mick would say that about himself. After the moment had passed, Eileen shoots for casual and fondly teasing as she prompts;

"So, your boyfriend Vince?"

And Peach, finally hearing those words from the sister who'd for so long despised him, despite how happy he made her, and how he'd made an effort to make up for the error of his ways, flushes scarlet and can't help but giggle, covering her face with her hands, practically wriggling with glee.

don't bring a memory to a swordfight.

When Tommy gleefully insists upon calling a detour to the gas station a 'field trip' one afternoon as he's driving Charlotte home after they both have practice, she knows something up. He doesn't even try to play coy, however, because one, he's bad at it and he's well aware of this fact, and two, Charlotte wasn't the one who would be resistant to his idea.

"So you've cornered her," Charlotte says flatly, expression hard as she looked through the windshield, "like a wild animal?" Her gaze slides to her cousin and the faces he's making as he drives, trying to deny the allegations.

"No," he says sharply, "she knows you're coming." But there's something at the end of his words like he's not quite finished.

"Thomas Lee Bass -" Charlotte warns her cousin sharply.

"She just doesn't promise to stay," he finishes in a rush, before dejectedly adding, "and I owe her a slurpee," though he perked up considerably, "which Mick talked her down from me buying her a slurpee any time she wants one for the rest of her life." The thought seemed to cheer him considerably as they pulled into the gas station.

"Told ya," Tommy's grin is practically Cheshire-esque when he looks to Charlotte, applying the hand break, "he loves me, secretly." But that sentiment is enough to ease some of Charlotte's nerves.

Except Lola's not inside, she's sitting right by the door, on the step with her knees drawn up close to her, drinking the biggest, bluest slurpee Charlotte's ever seen.

"I'm not going to try and make her be my friend when she clearly doesn't want to," Charlotte said softly, something twinging in her chest at the familiar sight of Lola there.

"You don't have to be best friends, I just want you guys to both be at our first gig," heartfelt is not an emotion often associated with Tommy despite his relative earnestness, "if it doesn't work out, I'll let it go. If she just leaves, I'll never put you two in the same room again if I can help it, promise," his smile is nervous and hopeful, and finally Charlotte sighs, unclipping her seatbelt.

"You genuinely care about her."

"And you," Tommy adds brightly, with his usual, unassuming sincerity. Steeling herself, Charlotte gives him a tight smile before she opens the door.

Lola looks up.

There's a strange, sinking sensation in Charlotte's chest as the dark-haired girl looks at her for a beat, and then to Tommy once the door is closed. She nods at him, and Charlotte feels a beat of betrayal as he drives away. Lola chews on her straw and is back to watching Charlotte, silently.

"We can act like reasonable people at a gig, right?" Charlotte tries, shooting for light hearted; Lola hasn't said anything, but she also hasn't gotten up and left, "we don't need to force this, we don't need to be everyone's best friend, you're here for the slurpee and I'm here because Tommy drove me here and left me without a car," she laughs awkwardly; now they're only a few feet apart.

"I'm here because Tommy said it was important to him," Lola finally says, tone level, "and so are you." Oh.

The gas station is empty of cars. The windows are shut and Charlotte can hear the radio turned up loud as it vibrates out from the barest crack below the closed door, while Mick appears to be asleep behind the counter, magazine covering his face. They are alone, for all intents and purposes.

"And because every single member of that band knows you much better than I do," pointing behind herself, Lola gestures to the door of the gas station, which Charlotte realises is covered in flyers of all different colours, the same image printed on different paper, all boasting about Motley Crue, "and they all love you," Lola lowers her hand and focuses on taking another long sip of her drink, while Charlotte stays quiet, not wanting to spook her from what she's obviously building to, "now Tommy," Lola's still looking at her drink, straw between her teeth for a moment, "he's biased, and his heart isn't to be trusted in a situation like this anyways, so of course he loves you," they're so honest and casual she practically throws the words away, though Charlotte frowns reflexively anyways. Lola lowers the drink and looks back at Charlotte, "but you punched Nikki in the face, made no secret of how you hated Vince, and Mick doesn't like anyone, and every single one of them said I should give you another chance," Lola squints at her, pulling the straw from the drink and using it to point to Charlotte.

"They didn't need to -"

"That's the thing, they all knew they didn't need to," Lola agreed, looking at Charlotte like she was a puzzle she was close to figuring out.

"Even Vince?" Charlotte laughs dazedly at that, finally walking forward and sitting down on the stood beside Lola. After a beat, Lola offers the drink.

"Sorry about the straw," she says quietly, but Charlotte gives a small smile and removes the lid, gesturing to ask if it's okay, and Lola nods, so Charlotte carefully shakes some of the flavoured ice into her mouth.

"He said you had more heart than brain when it came to the shit you cared about," Lola supplies, adding, "it was a compliment." Still, Charlotte rolled her eyes, silence stretching out between them as she let the ice melt a little in her mouth. Then, softly and without prompting, "he genuinely loves Peach, you know?"

"I know," Charlotte agrees after finally swallowing the ice, "Eileen does too."

"I'm glad they're talking again."

"They both seem happier, don't they?" Charlotte looked out at the few cars that would lazily pass, catching Lola's smile and nod in her peripheries, "it's the worst fight they'd ever had."

"You'd know," Lola agrees lightly, but her expression falls and she finally puts the drink down beside her, "listen, I'm sorry I reacted the way I did, I'm sorry I've been such a dick about everything and icing you out -"

"I shouldn't have said what I said, it wasn't fair to you or Tommy -" Charlotte tries, "I know you care about him, I know -" but Lola's laughing, laying a reassuring hand on Charlotte's shoulder.

"Charlie, Tommy's the kind of guy who loves so much he could get his heart broken by accident," Lola says fondly, and well, yeah, Charlotte has to agree with that, "I get why you said what you said, I- honestly I get it, it could have been any girl in the world he was pining after, I just happened to be the straw that broke the camel's back, right?" And there's a relief filling Charlotte's lungs with each word Lola says, each breath she takes; Lola gives her shoulder a squeeze, "more heart than brain," she laughs, and Charlotte can finally start to feel the tension leaving her as she huffs a weary laugh of agreement.

"The problem was that I do care about him, and I care about you, and so I took it so personally, thinking you didn't know me better than that, when... you don't," Lola shrugs a little helplessly, taking back her hand and kicking her legs out in front of her. She fidgets distractedly, trapped in her own thoughts for a moment. Charlotte reaches across her for the slurpee cup and Lola instinctively leans back and out of her way.

"Charlie, you'd go to bat for that Motley Crue," Lola jerked her thumb over her shoulder at the posters again, frowning slightly, "I can trust you, right?" Lola gaze is unfocused; Charlotte looks from the posters to the girl after a long moment.

"'course Lols," Charlotte shifted a little closer, bumping Lola's hip with her own.

"You and Tommy are the only people who call me that," Lola says with a warm smile, finally looking at Charlotte again, back in the moment. There must be something she likes in what she sees of Charlotte, because she takes a deep breath, "okay," she nods firmly, "okay," and quieter this time, like she's reassuring herself, "can I tell you the truth? About why I reacted bad? Why I'm... like why I'm in LA in my second last year of high school?" She laughs a little, but is clearly nervous.

"Sure," Charlotte nods emphatically, "do you want to walk and -" she gestures, about to stand up, but Lola shakes her head sharply, taking Charlotte's hands. When Charlotte sits, Lola keeps her hand, focuses on the nail polish Eileen had meticulously painted over the weekend, the way it's chipping.

"I grew up with girls who looked like you and acted like Heather," Lola starts, and Charlotte goes very still, "pretty girls, athletic girls, social girls, you know? And I was social but I've always been weird, but it was okay because my dad's weird too, and my- well my mom too, but everyone loves my dad, and I was always in his restaurant and it's a family place - I'm rambling -" Lola's tapping an inconsistent beat against Charlotte's knuckles, leaning in almost as if she's pretending she can't see Charlotte there, "but being Leo's kid meant I was automatically kind of popular, or at least respected. Leo's became a hot spot for people my age simply because they knew me, and so they became my friends because they chose to hang out in the diner all day, and I was there. But I didn't..." Lola looks up suddenly, out to the empty gas station, sucking her teeth for a moment, hesitating before she continues, "I don't know how to explain that I grew up around them, not with them. I grew up with dad more than anyone, and -" her gaze drops and she lets go of Charlotte's hand, resting her chin on her knees, "mom, I guess."

"But I guess that's what made me safe," she huffed, "because if someone was seen with me it wasn't social suicide, but I also didn't -" her whole expression wrinkles sharply and she lifts her head to think, "actually matter," she says after a moment, "that's what Bonnie said anyways."

"Hot friends make out and fool around all the time; most head cheerleader-star quarterback couples knew each other well before they started dating, so it was validating, you know? That people wanted to kiss me, that people wanted to fuck me, that I was desireable even in some small way," Lola shakes her head with a rueful grin. Finally she looks to Charlotte; there's something surprisingly sad in her eyes, "and pretty girls who looked like you, Cheerleaders who smiled and chatted to me in the halls only because I grew up as Leo's kid and probably wouldn't have spoken to me otherwise, I loved hearing that I treated them better than any boy."

The admission hangs between them in the air as Lola's gaze drifts back to the street. Her smile falters.

"I kept it all to myself, was just kind of glad so many people... well I thought they liked me, I don't know if that's really true. It's not now; I don't know who got cold feet but word spread around my school about me sleeping with girls too, and that I was going to out everyone I'd slept with, and some people I hadn't, just for attention," Lola cleared her throat, "so everyone I had slept with turned on me so much more in case the rumour was true, that way they could say they were the one I was naming just out of spite," her whole expression had clouded over, dark and stormy and intense at the mere memory, "I thought they knew me better."

"Mom believed the rumours, and was a lot more traditional than I realised; she thought all the shit I was getting was," Lola scrunches up her face for a moment, looking at the ground, "deserved. Dad's good though, he's always been good; he moved his whole life for me." Then, softer, "he knows me," which she punctuates with a nod.

"Girls and guys?" Charlotte finally finds her voice. Something in the set of Lola's shoulders eases at her intrigued but not hostile tone.

"If I like the full buffet, why would I be picky when I can enjoy myself?" Lola gives a lopsided grin, adding, "dad used to say that to justify why he sometimes adds specials he's been working on that are probably too fancy for our little burger joint," her smile widens, "but he also said it to me when I explained myself to him properly after he and mum heard the rumours about me. Mom was not impressed."

"Lola," Charlotte said with incredible care, deliberately choosing each of her words before she said them, trying to keep her composure as she took Lola's hands in hers. Lola's expression falls to something nervous, "I admire and respect that gender is not a factor you particularly have to worry about," she said, and at the very least that got Lola to unclench her jaw, "what I am absolutely judging you on," Charlotte's voice is rising with disbelief, but there's a comically exasperated expression on her face; realising this is clearly a bit, Lola's own grin begins to grow, "is that somehow, considering your wealth of options and now only having the selection criteria of looks and personality, you still managed to land on Nikki Fucking Sixx."

Immediately Lola's grinning impishly, hands coming up quickly to hide her smile as she laughs.

"Oh yeah, I forgot he told you already."

[caspers-spook]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG

hello! my names cas or casper wtv u wanna call be honestly. i'm pretty new to nsfw tumblr writing but i love writing and i LOVE writing filthy fucking smut. i probably wont commit to multiple chapter stories but i can probably commit to au's and i'll do my best to give you decent length stories/blurbs. MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! i love getting requests and writing things for people, please read what i will and won't write and who i will and wont write for :)

BOUNDARIES who i WILL write for ; GNR (for any era of the og lineup, esp 80's-90's) ((izzy and steven are personal favorites of mine)) Mötley crüe Dave Mustaine (THE E WILL NOT STAY ORANGE HELP ME. I AM GIVING UP.) will also write member x member i love tons of bands and would try to write for them but i'm autistic and i fixate on these so i wont write for anyone else (may add more people to the list of who i can write for down the line! (PLEASE REQUEST IZZY STRADLIN I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.) what i will NOT write for ; ddlg / age play , water-sports (pisskink) , scat , no proship stuff at all , suicide , ocs , (cnc is thin ice cause it can look different to different people, will only do if explicitly asked for and given a guide on how they want it done but i wont do anything thats super hardcore) most kinks i will do but i always reserve the right to refuse requests and such. requests will get done by how much motivation i have for each I DO MALE READER TOO! as i am a male reader myself click the button that says " REQUEST / ASK! <3 " to request or ask me anything, anonymously or not.

MASTER LIST! SMUT (will mostly write smut) ANGST (not my favorite to write but if you set a good scene for me i can do it) FLUFF IN DRAFTS Izzy Stradlin pretty tied up Want a cigarette? head canons Steven Adler baking cookies headcanons Axl Rose headcanons cemetery date Slash in drafts Duff McKagen christmas headcanons Dave Mustaine in drafts Mick Mars loving it loud Vince neil in drafts Nikki Sixx in drafts

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[mickmarstookmyheart]

Bad Memories

Pairing: Mick Mars X Reader

Synopsis: While you are trying to enjoy your peaceful morning with Mick, your sister calls you with az unexpected demand. Your past comes up again which you don't like.

(I will correct the mistakes tomorrow)

Being the girlfriend of a musician meant constant tours and music all the time at everywhere. Seeing the guys almost every night on stage playing their chosen instruments made you jelaous. Then you remembered that you wouldn't stand on stage and play. Never.

It was a rainy and overcast October day. You and Mick chose to stay in bed a bit more since you had nothing to do that day. Your head was laying on his chest which was rising slowly. You loved listening to his steady heartbeat. His fingertips were caressing you bareback while his other hand were behind his head.

"Miiiiick. Please!" You asked nicely.

"Yeah?" He sighed.

"Would you be so kind and make some coffee?" You looked up with puppy eyes. He rolled his.

"I made it yesterday, too." He stated. He knew that these kind of peaceful mornings are rare and tried to enjoy every second of it.

"Good point. Then give me 5 minutes." You murmured into his chest. After a while you heard Mick's quiet snoring making you drift back to sleep, too. A loud ringing noise woke you up from your peaceful dreams.

"I will kill whoever this is." Mick groaned reaching for the telephone. "It's your killer, what do you want?"

"Hey, Mick. It's me, Isabelle. Sorry if I woke you up." Your sister apologized on the other end of the phone.

"Oh, hey. What's up? Haven't heard from you like in ages!" Mick's face brightened up while you frowned thinking who this lucky person could be.

"Nothing special, just the usual. Is (Y/N) there? I really need to talk to her." She asked.

"Yeah, sure. Is there a problem?"

"Well, nothing serious." Mick handed you the phone.

"It's (Y/N)." You said with a quite sleepy tone. You sat up while pulling some blanket from Mick who answered with a pillow behind your head. "Hey!" You snapped making him smirk.

"It's me. Your sister." Isabelle started to get annoyed. "(Y/N)! Are you here?"

"Yeah. What is it?"

"You know there is gonna be a party. Here at university. A Halloween party."

"That's good, I guess?" Making a phone call this tired didn't help.

"Sure. Also, me and some guys formed a band you know."

"Really? You haven't told me." It was good to finally speak to her. It was quite a long ago since you have a nice sister to sister conversation. You glanced around in the room and spotted an oversized tee on the ground. You got out of bed which was hard cause Mick didn't let you at first. You couldn't help it cause you felt the urge to walk when you were speaking on the telephone. "And... what's the name of the band?"

"Eggheads."

"That's what I call creative." You giggled.

"Wasn't me who came up with the idea, you know." Isabelle huffed.

"Maybe you should've asked Mick. He has some ideas." You glanced at the guitarist who tilted his head not having any clue why he was mentioned. "So what's the deal, sis?"

"There is this party and the head of the uni asked us to perform."

"Congrats. That's a big thing!" You cheered.

"Let me finish. So yesterday our guitarist, Mike, had an accident and broke his arm. He sure won't be able to perform."

"Oh, that suck. I'm so sorry. Also, sorry for not performing." You played with the wire of the phone.

"Well, don't be. Cause I have a wonderful idea!" She had a devilish smile on her face, unfortunately you couldn't see. If you could, you would've known what she was up to. "There is a girl I know who could play instead of Mike."

"Good to hear. Is she at the uni, too?" You asked still not suspecting a thing.

"Not exactly although one of my best friends." She said sighing. "I'm talking about you, (Y/N)."

"What?" The blood froze in your veins. "You aren't serious, right?"

"Don't tell me you are still not over what happened years ago!"

"I am...just.. it's pretty hard." You were rubbing your arm with the other.

"Please, (Y/N)!" She begged. "It will be fucking cool, I promise."

"I don't know. I haven't played since then. I will mess up."

"Give the phone to Mick."

"Why?"

"Heard me. Give me the guitar lord." Isabelle ordered. You handed the device back to Mick who took it happily. He was really fond of your sister.

"Did you manage to solve the problem?" Mick asked while he was eyeing your worried facial expression.

"Almost. Would you refresh my sister's guitar skills in two weeks?" Mick's eyes widened while you shook your head.

∆

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mick asked watching the red light from the car.

"Tell you what?" You were looking out the window to avoid eye contact. You knew what he was talking about and it wasn't your favourite topic.

"That you can play the guitar."

"I thought I can have secrets. And it's not a big thing."

"If you say so." He was watching you from the corner of his eye. He noticed that you were worried, well, rather freaked out. "Would you mind telling me why are you like this? Or is it a secret, too?"

"I fucking knew." You pulled your hoodie's strings stronger so nothing could be seen from your face. You crossed your arms and didn't say a word.

"You look like a kid who didn't get her Barbie." He chuckled.

"Haha. Very funny." You murmured.

"Aren't you happy that you can meet with Isabelle? Cause I sure am!" He smiled. Sometimes you were wondering why he liked your sister this much. Mick only tolerated people. "Hey. Mars to Earth. Are you here?" He asked while poking your belly making you giggle.

"Stop." You tried to catch your breath. Mick smiled, he loved hearing your laugh. "And I'm sorry for my behaviour. It's just a quite sensitive topic for me. Only Isabelle knows about this and she doesn't think it's important." You were playing with the strings of your hoodie. "I guess, you want to hear the story."

"Only, if you want to. But yeah, I would love to hear it." He smirked. You took a deep breath and started you monologue.

"Not a long story, don't worry. So years ago some friends of mine formed a band. It were the boys and me. We were a cover band but tried to create some original ones though I was the only one who wanted that."

"Sadly, I can relate." He sighed.

"I'm sorry." You took a look at Mick who placed your hand into his. "Unfortunately, this was the minor problem. After one of our concerts, I had an accident. I fell of my motorbike. I broke my arm and one of my legs. The doctor said I was lucky." You had a sad smile on your face. Later, deep down you wished you had died instead.

"We were on a so called mini tour, we were performing at universities and high schools. Since I was at the hospital I felt horrible because we couldn't perform. At least, that's what I thought."

"You were replaced, right?" Mick squeezed your hand feeling sorry for you.

"Yes. But that wasn't my problem. I thought they were my friends. They didn't even visit me. After, I recovered more or less, I went to our place where we usually practiced. There was a new guitarist, a guy, who told me to fuck off." You laughed. "I was on my way to punch the guy, but our singer stopped me. He asked why I was there and that he fired me. His reason was that they didn't want a girl in their band and that I wasn't playing well anyway." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. A tear ran down your face and your eyes were gloomy. You chest was heavy but you tried your best not to cry.

"Fuck them. Fuck them for embarrassing you. And where is that famous band now? Nowhere! Darling, I'm so sorry. But they don't deserve your tears." He wiped your tears with his thumb. "And I'm sure they still regret their decision. If you play as good as good pictures you take they are a dead band." He pecked your lips making you smile.

∆

"Are you ready (Y/N)?" Your sister asked. You and Isabelle's band along with Mick were at drummer's garage and were about to practice. It was the 5th day and you were improving. That's what Mick said though you didn't believe him. You nodded and started to play "Live Wire." On the set list there were Mötley, AC/DC, Van Halen, Scorpions, Bon Jovi and many more. An old good feeling took over when you touched the strings. Your fingers remembered and it made you happy. During the solo, Mick was admiring you, he adored your concentrating face and he noticed that you were enjoying it. When the band finished the song you were still in shock how good it had turned out. Mick was clapping as well as the others.

"Wow, (Y/N)! It was hell of a solo." Robert, the singer congratulated. Isabelle was the bass player, Tim the drummer who owned the garage. You ran your fingers through your hair in embarrassment. You still didn't get used to compliments regarding your play.

"Thanks. And are you sure Mike isn't angry?"

"Nah. He said it's pretty cool that the girlfriend of Mick Mars will substitute him." Tim snickered. "Also, he is apologizing for not being here. His mother didn't let him."

"Poor little 22-year-old boy." Isabelle chuckled putting down her bass. She walked over to you and took Mick's precious guitar from your hand.

"Don't worry. I won't smash it on the floor." She yelled seeing the guitarist's facial expression.

∆

Halloween. Costumes, candies, and spooky decoration everywhere. You wished you could dress up as a witch or something cause that fluff you called your hair was hidious. Vince lent his bandana as a mascot and Mick one of his guitars.

"I look horrible." You looked in the mirror dealing with your hair.

"Babe, this is how we normally look on stage. You look badass. Also, very sexy." He murmured to your neck hugging you from behind.

"He is right, sis." Isabelle came back to the dressing room with a bigger fluff. You held your hand over your mouth not to laugh loudly. You noticed that Mick's was in the same state.

"I think I will go. Find those idiots and keep an eye on them." Mick said while pressing one last kiss on your cheek and left the room.

"(Y/N)! Listen, you will be great. Just remeber to relax. Take a deep breath and the key is to enjoy. Concentrate on the music, feel the music. Watch Mick, pretend you two are the only ones in the room." She placed her hands on your shoulders looking in your eyes.

You were the last one who stepped on stage and the crowd were already insane.

"Alright, alright ladies and gentlemen. Before we start this hella concert, I would like to introduce our temporary guitar player, (Y/N). You will see a powerful sister duo on stage tonight. Prepare yourself. The show is beginning. Are you READY?" Robert screamed in the microphone as the crowd shouted as one person.

During the concert you felt an energy which you couldn't compare to anything. You felt powerful and you thought you could accomplish anything at that moment.

"I would be scared if I were you, Old Man." Vince stated as he was watching you from the side of the stage with Mick. "We might get you replaced with (Y/N). She is sexier." Mick kicked the singer in the ankle making him groan.

∆

Taglist: @leatherandheels @safari-karrot @littlemisscare-all @crazyrockrlady

[sodascherrycola]

Full Name: Sophia Anne Deal (nee Duvall) DOB: September 24th 1962 Age: 59 years old Instagram: @sophiadeal

Parents: Reginald and Isabella Duvall Siblings: None S/O: Robert Deal (Mick Mars) Married: October 11th 1983 (21 years old) Hometown: Staten Island, New York Nicknames: Soph, Sophie Best Friend(s): Louise Summers and Whitney Mass Job: Bartender Personality Traits: Intelligent, Forgiving, and Judgemental.

Children: Eleanor Michelle Deal (18, 1980) Robert Nicholas Deal (23, 1985) Athena Brienne Deal (27, 1989) Brendan Oliver Deal (32, 1994) Luna Anne Deal (41, 2003) Jayden Lauren Deal (41, 2003) Jacob Nathaniel Deal (41, 2003)

Appearance: - Blonde Hair - Green Eyes - Slightly red small nose - Always has a little bit of a blush

[axxl-rose]

You Lost? (Mick Mars x OC) Part 1/?

Part Two

Pairing: Iwan!Mick Mars x OC

Warnings: Mature language 

Word Count: 664

A flash of color appeared in his peripheral vision, something you didn't usually see at a Mötley Crüe party. Glancing around, Mick spotted a woman, no a girl, walking through the crowd. Her pink sweater cropped, flashing her toned stomach, and her white leather skirt flaring, yet leaving little to the imagination. As she got closer to where he was, Mick tried to understand why those white Keds were walking towards him.

She sat down beside him, her leather skirt rising her thigh and drawing Mick's eyes.

"You lost?" Mick gruffed, his eyes darting away. 

With a grin, the girl looked around the room, exaggerating her movements before locking eyes with Mick's dark aviators. "No, I'm pretty sure I'm where I intended to be." She teased.

Mick just ignored her, going back to his vodka.

"I'm Natalie by the way, just if you were wondering." She laughed,

"I wasn't." Mick lied, his blue eyes scanning her behind his sunglasses. From the few seconds he'd stared at her, it was apparent this girl was in the wrong place; her style, her loose blonde curls, her innocent smile... this girl was going to be devoured alive.

"I'm a huge fan of your music, I was actually just at the gig." Natalie explained, her eyes staring at her twiddling hands.

"Well, that's surprising." He chucked, liting a cigarette.

She giggled, she fucking giggled. "Yeah, I've had that reaction before." She took in a deep breath, her eyes anywhere but him. "But, I really wanted to meet you because you're amazing! You actually inspired me to learn guitar." She blushed.

Mick couldn't hide his surprise. "Really? Well, shit."

"Yeah, it was hard to convince my parents. But, I told them it was for the school band." She looked at him with a cheeky smile. Mick let out a chuckle, making Natalie beam.

This girl just kept getting more and more interesting by the minute.

She shuffled closer, that damn skirt rising higher and showing off those perfect thighs, thighs Mick would very much like to be buried between.  

Mick found this girl attractive, her innocence sexy, but he wasn't going to be some 'rockstar one-night-stand experience' that she could tell her friends. “Shouldn’t a girl like you be off trying to fuck the drummer.” He puffed on his smoke.

She clicked her teeth. “Not really my style.”

“Well, that’s new.”

Natalie shook her head. “So, what? That’s not your style either?” A dark eyebrow raised over his aviators, making her giggle. “Fucking a random stranger at Mötley Crüe a party, that’s not your style?” She questioned, her brown eyes roaming over him.

As Mick glanced at her, unknowingly meeting her eyes, he felt his cock twitch. There was a look in her eyes, something deep in that stare that told him this girl would rock his world.

Mick looked away, clearing his throat. “Don’t try and make anything out of it. I like women, and I like fucking, but I happen to respect women more than what these jerk-offs do.” He took a swig of his straight vodka, avoiding her eyes.

“You know, you’re pretty different from your bandmates.” She whispered, moving closer to him so he could hear her over the thumping music. Her bare thighs brushed against his clothed ones, but he could feel their warmth.

He scoffed. “That’s cause they’re a bunch of fucking teenagers."

Smirking at the older guitarist, Natalie placed a delicate hand on his knee. “It’s a good thing I’m looking for a man then.”

Mick's breath caught in his throat, his blue eyes meeting hers over his aviators. Giggling, Natalie moved her hand, to Mick's disappointment, and stole his sunglasses off his face, placing them on her own.

"But, I wanna get to know you first. So what do you say, wanna blow this party and go get a burger?" Natalie asked, her beaming grin making Mick smirk.

"You're full of surprises, Natalie." He mumbled.

"Oh baby, I'm just getting started."

[anna-n-hetfield]

Torn In Two

Chapter Thirteen

Summary: Sierra moved to Los Angeles with her friends. When she meets Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee, her life gets a little more complicated.

Tags: @killer-sixx96 @malibubarbievince @samanthadegaro @scarecrowmax @freddiessmallnipples

Warnings: sex

Twelve Masterlist Fourteen

Sierra walked behind the rear of the band with Doc. He had been trying to ask her how she knew that Nikki and Tommy would listen to her, and he had tried to talk her out of coming on tour with them. Yet, here was trying to make nice with her now.

“So how did you meet them?” Doc asked.

“I met Nikki one night on my way home, and then I met Tommy the same way Nikki did,” she answered, trying to figure him out.

“So which one are you with?” the manager asked.

Sierra stopped in her tracks and looked directly at Doc. “Listen to me. I don’t know what you are trying to ask or why you are even asking, but I don’t see how it’s anyone’s business what happens between me and them. That’s none of your business,” she said, wishing he would stop his line of questioning.

“I’m just trying to get to know you and why the band is so in love with you,” he said, holding his hands up. “And if you are going to hang around him, then you better get used to questions like that from the paparazzi.”

“Yeah, well, you aren’t the paparazzi,” Sierra pointed out. She picked her pace up and rushed ahead to catch up with Nikki. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder and gave her best friend a smile.

They walked up to the elevator. She quickly got on and giggled when the doors shut on Doc’s face. As much as she knew that he was right, he was being a bit of an ass.

“Was he interrogating you?” Vince asked.

“Pretty much,” Sierra answered. “Claiming that he is preparing me for the paparazzi.”

Mick huffed. “I would like to see some sleaze try to pester you,” he said.

Sierra smiled at the guitarist. He was the sweetest guy most of the time, and besides he was always ready to defend her honor in any way that he could.

“Exactly! They won’t spread any rumors about prettiest one here,” Tommy said.

“Besides, I’ll just knock them out,” Nikki added.

Sierra rolled her eyes. “You will do no such thing,” she said, waving a finger at him. “I don’t need you getting charged with assault.”

The elevator door opened, and they all walked out. They had each gotten their own room key. As much as Tommy begged, Sierra didn’t want to share a room the whole tour especially when they weren’t officially together. She wasn’t going to force him to make things official just yet because she wanted him to be willing to do it on his own.

She stepped off the elevator and into the hallway. She felt Nikki right behind her. Then Tommy was right next to her until they reached his room.

Nikki stayed with her until they reached her hotel room. He looked at her as she unlocked the door. “Doll, something on your mind?” he asked.

Sierra looked at that. “I just don’t know what to think. Ashley isn’t talking to me, and I can’t figure out why,” she answered.

Nikki sighed and wrapped his arms around her pulling her into his chest. “I’m sure Ashley will come around. She just needs to calm down and realize that you can take care of yourself,” he said.

She smiled into his chest. “Nik, I think I might just love you,” she admitted.

Nikki laughed lightly. “Right back at you,” he replied. “Now, you need some rest.”

Sierra looked up at him. “I don’t really want to be alone,” she admitted.

Nikki pushed the door open and waited for her to enter the room before he did. She didn’t know what she was doing, but the only thing on her mind was how he comforted her when she was freaking out on the plane.

Sierra turned on her heels and looked up at Nikki. He met her eyes and gave her a questioning look. “Kiss me,” she demanded impulsively.

Nikki didn’t hesitate. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. She kissed him back. He moved his hands and grabbed onto her hips. She ran her hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck as he deepened the kiss.

Nikki started moving her towards the bed in the hotel room. Sierra felt the back of her knees hit the bed, and Nikki gently started to lay her down on it.

As she crawled back on the bed, she met his eyes and melted at the look he was giving her. He looked so focused on her like there was no one else in the world, and he wasn’t going anywhere for a long time.

Nikki crawled over her and started kissing her again. This time he licked her lips, asking for entrance. Sierra couldn’t deny him. She let their tongues tangle together. Nikki cupped her breasts over her shirt. She grabbed onto him.

He started to pull off her shirt while she was tugging at his. When they both hard their shirts off, she felt Nikki’s naked chest press against her nearly naked chest. Nikki glared at the bra, and Sierra almost laughed.

He kissed the top of her breasts and moved up her chest. He kissed along her neck. He sucked a little on her neck as he moved back to her lips. Nikki kissed her again and pulled back to look at her. “Are you sure about this?” he asked.

Sierra arched her back a little and reached behind her. She unhooked her bra and threw it across the room. When she looked back at him, his eyes were glued on her now exposed breasts.

“Does this answer your question?” she asked, pulling his attention back to his face.

Nikki had a look of awe written all over his face. He smiled and kissed her again. He moved down and took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on them.

Sierra went to work on getting Nikki’s pants off as she moaned from the feel of his lips against her skin. It was long before she had his pants pushed down, and she didn’t have to worry about underwear for him.

She felt his hard cock as she moved her hands back to his torso. She became curious at the feel of him. She wrapped her hand around him and rubbed him a little. Nikki groaned against her as he switched breasts.

He moved his hands down and unbuttoned her pants. Nikki slowly slipped his hand under her panties and ran his thick calloused fingers along her center. She let out a loud moan as she twisted her grip around him. He rubbed her for a bit before stick a finger into her.

“You feel so amazing,” he moaned out.

She gasped at the feel and bucked against him. It was long before he added another finger into her, and Sierra moved with him.

“Nikki, please,” she begged.

“Gotta get you ready,” he muttered.

“I can’t wait,” she pleaded. “Nikki, I need you.”

Nikki pressed his head on her shoulder. He pulled back and yanked her pants and her panties down off her legs. He moved to where he was between her legs and lined up with her entrance. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed into her.

Nikki pushed into her and she gasped. He pulled back and entered her again. It was long before he set a pace. And there was nothing fast about it. It was steady enough that she bucked against him, trying to get more of the friction as she felt a tightness in her belly.

“Oh, Nikki, I’m close,” she begged.

Nikki groaned as he kissed her deeply. He picked up his pace a little bit as he brought his hand and started to rub her while he continued to push into her.

“Nikki,” she moaned loudly as she felt her orgasm take over. Her nails dug into his back as she practically screamed out his name.

“Oh, Sierra,” he moaned as she felt him orgasm into her. He grabbed her hips and held himself in her. “Doll, you feel amazing!”

After a few seconds, he pulled out of her and collapsed onto the bed next to her. He tugged the blanket out from underneath them and covered them both up.

Sierra turned onto her side and cuddled up to Nikki. He wrapped his arms around her as she rested her head on his chest hearing his heartbeat.

“Get some rest, doll,” he said.

“Please stay,” she begged. Sierra didn’t know why she asked him to, but she felt like she needed it.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he assured her. He kissed her hair.

[oskea93]

Keep it to Yourself (3 - Part one)

✶ DouglasBooth!Nikki Sixx x OC ✶

Warning: Cursing, physical violence A/N: Hey guys! So, this is kind of just a filler chapter that goes along with the last chapter. I promise things are gonna kick up soon and you'll get to see how everything goes down once Bryant is with Nikki 24/7. I just want to also say thank you to everyone that has been reading! You guys are amazing and I appreciate the love so much!!

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“Okay, well thanks for checking.”

I watched as Doc hung up the phone, his hand moving down his face in exhaustion. That was the fourth person he had called and there was still no sign of Nikki. “Haven’t seen him.” He muttered as he started to pace. “I don’t know who else to call or even know where to look. He could be halfway out of California right now for all I know.”

The party quickly died out after Nikki and I’s explosive reunion. Nobody was really in the mood to party anymore after having to dodge glass bottles and whatever else Nikki could get his hands on.

“I doubt he went very far –“ I started. “He’s high off his ass, Doc. He probably went back to his house to get even more loaded.” Doc shook his head. “You knew this was going to happen – You and I both knew he wouldn’t react well to seeing me.”

“Well, I thought he would have a change of heart.” He rushed. “The bastard hasn’t seen you in a few years – he was fucking infatuated with you – he fucking loved you.”

“She left his ass standing on the stoop outside of his house, Doc.” Vince interjected. “Would you be happy to see the woman that left you the way she left him? He was a fucking wreck because of Bryant – You think this time is going to be any different?”

I turned to look at the blonde, “Everyone forgets the fact that he’d been cheating for months.” Our eyes locked. “But yet I’m the asshole because I stood up for myself and left. I guess I should’ve been like the whores you get with that’ll stay no matter how many women you’re fucking.”

He puckered his lips, earning a laugh from the bimbo attached to his side.

Vince and I never had the type of friendship that I had with Mick and Tommy. We tolerated each other and that was it. I was there the day he showed up to Nikki’s apartment.  His girlfriend led the way into the living room – the arrogance flowing from her like a cheap perfume. She was your typical rich girl from the Valley, who was basically just with Vince to piss off her parents. She bought that son of a bitch anything he wanted – spending thousands of her parent’s money on the man. I guess the coke they spent so much time snorting damaged not only her brain cells but also her judgement.

I rolled my eyes in disgust before removing myself from the couch. Doc had retreated to the backyard, a portable phone pressed against his ear as he walked along the pools edge. I decided that this was my que to leave – taking matters into my own hands. I knew of some places that Nikki frequented when we were together. If he wasn’t at his house, then I would try those places. Unlucky for Doc, he was notorious for leaving his car keys in the ignition – easy access for anyone that wanted to take it. I threw my purse into the passenger seat before climbing in and starting the engine. I tore out of Vince’s driveway – speeding onto the freeway as the warm, night air whipped through my hair.

“You think this is okay – You look like you’re ten seconds away from the fucking grim reaper coming for your ass!” He rolled his eyes as he paced the kitchen – his fists balled up at his sides. “Doc called me and ask-“

“You fucking called her?” His eyes wild as he stared Doc down. “You fucking called her!”

“I had no other choice, Nikki.” Doc was terrified. “You’re getting worse every day and you won’t listen to anyone at this point. I had no other person to turn too - She’s your wife, Nikki.”

“Ex-wife.” Nikki and I spoke at the same time.

Doc let out a sigh, “Wife, ex-wife – It’s all the fucking same. You two were married – you were madly in love with each other. Yeah, it ended badly but I know for a fucking fact that Bryant still cares enough about you to not want to see you like this.”

I kept my eyes on Nikki, “If he wants to kill himself with a needle then that’s his fucking choice.”

“What!?” I winced as Doc grabbed onto my arm. “What’re you saying, Bryant?”

Nikki and I stared at each other – he was still fucked up, but I could see the hatred and emotion coursing through his green eyes. “Nikki’s a grown man, Doc. A grown man that’s acting like a little bitch because of all the trauma that’s fucked up his life. He thinks that a needle filled with a feel-good drug is gonna help his pathetic ass – then let him think that. Who am I to say anything – It’s not like I wasn’t there when the real creative juices were flowing – when Motley was at the top of their game. Nikki’s choice is to be a junky – a fucking junky who’s never gonna reach the top – just the bottom of a 6-foot hole and his name added to the overdose roster..."

I parked behind one of the cars that was here earlier – quickly getting out and running towards the stairs. The door was still unlocked, and the house was still a disaster. I didn’t bother calling out of for him – choosing to run up the stairs and into the bedroom. It was a shock to see the once bright room was now painted a dark red – Tiffany lamps with scarves over them casted a low light across the room. The state of the room matched that of downstairs – the only difference being the random dime bags and needles scattered around. The TV that sat in the corner displayed a shattered screen – looking as if a bullet had gone right through it. Doc had mentioned that Nikki would hallucinate, the drugs telling him that his house was being invaded.

“Where are you?” I whispered as I moved towards the notorious closet.

This was his spot – his safe space to do dangerous things. I took a deep breath before slowly pushing the wooden door – the sight causing my stomach to drop. A collection of used syringes and a revolver laid on the burnt carpet. Bullet holes that matched the one that was put in his TV were displayed on the walls around the small area. This was the room that possessed Nikki – lured him in like a siren out in the ocean. The closet was like a mistress – their relationship buried behind the heavy cathedral doors.

“Nikki!”

 My head shot up at the sound of the shrill voice. The female’s heavy heels slapped against the marble floor as she continued to scream his name out. I removed myself from the closet, walking out of his room as I looked over the banister. She was petite blonde girl – late teens – possibly early 20s. Her clothing was typical of those that hung out on the strip – black leather, short skirts, and tits out for the world to see.

“Nikki, please baby –“She wined as she searched. “I need you right now, baby.”

“He’s not here.”  

She stopped dead in here tracks, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. It was evident that she was one of his junky whores. She not only got to fuck around with Nikki – but she also got to indulge in the glamorous drugs that his fame brought in.  

Her face twisted into disgust, “Who the fuck are you?” Typical valley girl. “And how the fuck did you get in my boyfriend’s house?”

I couldn’t help but smirk as her feathers ruffled. It was cute that she thought Nikki cared about her. I pushed myself from the frame, slowly walking down the stairs. I kept my eyes on her as I took each step – her body twitching as the last of the drugs wore off.

My slightly taller frame stood over her, “I think the better questions is who are you?”

She shifted away – her mind trying to tell her to act normal but her body betraying her. “I’m Colette – Nikki’s girlfriend.” She spoke so surely. “Now – “ She cocked her hip to the side. “Tell me who the fuck you are and why are you in my fucking boyfriend’s house.”

I took a second, just looking at her and thinking what a shame it was that she was in the position she was in. Colette was a very pretty girl – probably came from a good family – actually graduated from high school and had a bright future ahead before she met Satan on the strip.

“How old are you?” I dodged her question.

She looked confused for a second, “19.”

Nikki – you fucking bastard.

“Why are you hanging around a 27-year-old man who’s addicted to ever drug known to man? You should be hanging out with your friends – going to college – not sleazing around on the strip looking for a fuck and a bump.”

“Nikki loves me-“

I let out a laugh, “You honestly think Nikki Sixx – big rockstar for Motley Crue – loves and cares about some little chick he met at a bar? Honey-“ I stepped closer. “The only thing that man loves right now is melted and injected into whatever vein he can find. You’re just a piece of ass to him – an easy fuck that he’s just gonna forget about when the drugs start to wear off. You and I both know you deserve way better than that – Don’t be one of those girls that are just hanging around and getting fucked up just to brag that you bagged Nikki Sixx.”

Maybe telling someone the cold truth wasn’t best when they’re coming down from drugs. Colette instantly broke down in tears – literally falling onto the floor as loud sobs left her body. I couldn’t help but just stand there for a second – to stunned to even do anything right away. I wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction – I was honestly waiting for her to start throwing punches or to cuss me out.

“Oh my God –“ I muttered as I pulled her off the floor. “I didn’t say those things to make you cry.” Mascara streaked down her face. “I was just trying to get you to understand that Nikki isn’t all he’s cracked up to be.” She was still crying – her eyes puffy and lipstick smeared as she wiped away the tears.

“Why do you even care?” Her voice cracking.

I took a deep breath, “ I was married to Nikki.” Her eyes connecting with mine. “We got together way before he formed Motley – back when things were less hazy. I was in your shoes at one point. I was that little girl that hung around the strip, and I let Nikki talk me into a lot of things that I should’ve never done, but he sucks you in with those green eyes and that smile.” Colette stayed silent as I spoke. “I guess what I’m trying to say is just stay away from Nikki or any guy with long hair on the strip for that matter. You’re too pretty to get strung out and have your life ruined by these guys.”

Just like a typical addict, her demeanor instantly changed and the girl that I first met reared back around. She pushed away from me, smoothing out her leather outfit as she rolled her eyes. “You’re a fucking liar.” She sniffed back the remaining tears. “You’re probably some psycho stalker that’s in love with Nikki and you’re just trying to push me away. I love Nikki and he loves me, and I won’t let you or anyone else for that matter get in my way, you stupid bitch!”

Before I had time to reply or react for that matter, her ring clad fist connected with my nose. Searing pain and the sound of bones crunching rang through my brain as I stumbled back. Not giving me the chance to recover, she lurched towards me once again, my red hair balled in her fist as she brought me to the ground. I’m usually scrappy, but the bitch was still high, making her have the strength that she typically would never have. If I didn’t think fast there was a chance that she could cause more damage or even kill me. Before she could send another blow to my face, I brought my knee up, practically stabbing it into her stomach, causing her to fall beside me on the ground. She moaned out in pain, giving me the chance to bring her equal payback...

I never liked fighting, but I could never stop once I started. I would go into another world – blacking everything out as my fist did the damage.

Colette was a bruised, bloody mess by the time Doc arrived, pulling me off her scrawny body. I didn’t even know it was him until his voice finally broke through the fog I was in. Pretty sure I hit him to as I flailed around as he tried to get me under control.

“God dammit, Bryant!” Doc yelled as he threw me onto the couch.

I heard another voice as I crashed back to reality – the site of jet-black hair kneeling beside Colette catching my eye. Nikki carefully picked up the young girl, carrying her bridal style up the staircase to his heroin den.

“She did a number on you, didn’t she?” Doc muttered as he started cleaning my face.

“Fuck you.” I spat as I stormed off the couch. My face was pounding – blood still falling onto my shirt as I walked out the front door. I knew my nose was broken – her rings wreaking havoc on my face with each punch but how fucking dare Nikki tend to her first! I could feel tears welling up as I paced the yard.

“Bryant, you need to get back in the house.” Doc spoke from the stairs.

“Fuck you!” I yelled. “Fuck you! Fuck Nikki! And fuck that stupid fucking cunt, Colette!”

Good thing Nikki didn’t have neighbors or else they would be getting a free show right now.

Doc trudged down the staircase, grabbing my arm off guard, dragging me back into the home Nikki and I once shared. “Sit your ass down.” He firmly placed me into the dining room chair, placing a rag full of ice on the bridge of my nose.

“Fuck me.” I winced as the weight and coldness of the ice balanced on my face.

Doc let out a sigh, “I was going to kick your ass myself for stealing my car, but I’ll give you a break this time.” I rolled my eyes. “Now, you gonna tell me what happened between you two?” 

I glanced up at him, “Isn’t it obvious.”

“It’s obvious you let her get the first punch in.” He smirked. “But I wanna know why it all started?”

“Well, he’s 6’1 and a fucking asshole.”

Doc looked towards the ceiling, “You’re fighting a fucking groupie over Nikki? I thought we got past that point back in 1982?”

“I told her that she doesn’t need to be hanging around a guy like Nikki. She’s too young to be strung out and hanging on the streets of Hollywood trying to get the attention of junky rockstars.”

“Brya-“The sounds of sires caught our attention as the cars pulled behind Nikki’s corvette. I walked closely behind Doc as he walked back to the front door, the officers halfway up the stairs. “Evening officers –“He was sweating. “What seems to be the problem?”

The officer looked over Doc’s shoulder, his eyes connecting with mine. “Got a call about an assault on a young woman.” He placed his hands on his belt. “Are you Bryant Mitchell?”

Doc spoke up first, “Listen officer, this is all just a misunderstanding.”

The officer wasn’t having it, “Doesn’t sound like a misunderstanding, sir.” His hands going for the handcuffs. “Now, are you Bryant Mitchell?”

He let her call the fucking cops on me. “Yes, sir.” My voice low.

The man nodded his head, pushing Doc out of the way as he reached moved behind me, grabbing onto my arms as he placed the cuffs around my wrists. “Bryant Mitchell, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say could be used against you in the court of law…”

[littlecrow-rogue]

Hi there!!

Latley I have been listening to a lot of Mötley Crüe again and I rewatched their movie The dirt on Netflix as well.

And since I am latley bored I tought I would write a fanfiction.

Back in high school I wrote a bunch of fics based on who I was fixated atm and i kinda miss those times and I would love to get back my creativy sparks and go back to writeing cause I have a few storys just waiting in forgotten pendrives to be finnished (and probably be rewritten cause they all been writen a long time ago)

Would anyone be interested in a Nikki Sixx x OC story?

Since I am new to tumblr I hope this post finds my fellow 80’s rockstar obsessed girlypops.

XoX - V

[luv4fandoms]

The Crüe Girls [Ch 4]

The Crüe and I finally got the inspiration up to work on the story more! Life has been busy for a lot of us, and motivation has been low. I think from now on instead of trying to plan out super long chapters we are just gonna go with the flow of what comes to us. So here is Chapter 4! As always this story stars myself (Liz), and these lovely ladies! @xxmotleyfuckingcruexx @rockersbox @livingdeadharley @miamc2282008 and @an-occasional-dreamer .

Warnings: Cussing? Lol

Word Count: 1,932

Part 1, Part 3, Masterlist

“Guys...I think I'm in love” Tommy sighed while sitting on the couch.

“You say that every time a girl comes along”Mick stated, looking over at the dummer who had sat next to him.

“Yeah but this time it's different, I'm gonna take Giulia out on a date soon, I really think she's the one” Tommy explained.

“That's what you said about Erica” Vince stated from chair.

“And Sophie” Nikki added from the kitchen.

“And-” Mick started but Tommy cut him off.

“Ok I get it, you don't have to be assholes”

“Sure we do” Nikki smirked, returning with a beer.

“You sure Harley would like that?” Tommy teased, causing Nikki to simply roll his eyes while he say down.

“Unlike you, I'm not going to change myself for a chick”

“Who said I'm changin? Giulia likes me how I am”

“She hasn't had to deal with you for long” Mick spoke before taking a drag of his cigarette, and earning a laugh from Nikki and Vince.

“Whatever man” Tommy brushed it off.

“And besides. Harley's got a wild side to her, I can tell, she just hasn't embraced it” Nikki smirked.

“Oh, we all can see you wanna embrace more than just her wild side” Tommy laughed, earning a shove from Nikki but a smirk nonetheless. Mick just shook his head, which caught Vince's attention.

“You seem awfully quiet over there Mick” the statement causing everyone to turn to their guitarist.

“Yeah dude, what about Liz huh? Think she's a secret party girl?” Tommy laughed.

“I think she's a lot more mature than you three”

“So she's just your type then” Nikki chuckled

“So you gonna try to get that?” Tommy asked, earning a glare from Mick.

“You three idiots do realize that it's possible to enjoy someone's company at times where you don't have your dick in them, right?”

“Yeah but where's the fun in that?” Tommy asked earning laughs from Nikki and Vince. Mick simply shook his head and took a drink from the vodka bottle, muttering about stupid teenagers.

“So, think you'll get any further with Mo?” Nikki asked, turning his attention to the blonde.

“Man I don't know what the hell her problem is. There is no way a chick can stay that angry about something stupid like knocking them over, for this fuckin long” Vince sighed.

“Maybe you are the one who should try not being yourself” Nikki stated, pointing his beer at Vince.

“Fuck you Sixx” Vince replied earning a chuckle from the man.

“They said she was the type to hold grudges” Tommy added, earning a groan from Vince.

“Why do you care?” Mick asked, causing Vince to look at him.

“what is the real reason you're so angry at the fact that she isn't falling to her knees for you” he added, Vince simply rolled his eyes at what he was insinuating.

“There is no reason, it's just annoying” Vince replied. 

"Whatever you say kid" Mick added, before Nikki spoke up.

"I think you want her because she doesn't want you"

"The thrill of the chase" Tommy laughed.

"Why would I go out of my way to get a girl who is clearly blind, when I have girls falling for me every night?" 

"Don't know man, that's your problem to sort out" Nikki shrugged, before the conversation turned to new songs.

Razzle's pov

I hung up the phone and sat down with a sigh, the smile never leaving my lips.

"I don't think I have seen you frown in the past four days, not that I'm complaining love" Mike said while sitting next to me on my hotel bed. We had finally stopped for our next gig and I had called Mia as soon as I could.

"Is it that obvious?" I laughed.

"That you are bloody head over heels? Crystal mate" Mike laughed. 

"I just haven't been able to get her off my mind" I blushed.

"Little Razzle is in love!" Mike exclaimed causing me to roll my eyes.

"Come off it mate"

"Never" he smirked before adding sincerely.

"I'm happy for you love" 

"Thanks" I smiled

"Just don't get too distracted, we are still on tour remember" he winked while standing up.

"Of course" I laughed.

"Get some sleep Romeo" he laughed while closing my door, I looked at the phone once more, the smile returning.

Liz's pov

A few days had passed since we chilled with the guys, and every night Mo had been sneaking out. On the first night I simply thought she needed air so I fell back asleep, but when I heard the door open again the clock read almost four in the morning! The next two nights were the same, and tonight I was determined to find out where little Mo was running off to. The other's hadn't seem to notice yet, so when it came time to leave that evening I wasn't shocked by Mo's quick excuse.

"I think I'm gonna head out and see some of the town instead" she replied when Giulia asked if we wanted to tag along. Nikki and Tommy were wanting to hang out, according to G, Tommy said Vince wouldn't be there, and to relay that to Mo in case she wanted to come. Mick was back at his house since he didn't live with the other three, and I didn't want to be a fifth wheel of what I knew was sort of a double date, so I simply stated that I was going to stay at the house. After the girls had left I waited a couple minutes before I left as well, and it didn't take long to spot Mo down the road.

"Where are you sneaking off to every night?" I asked no one as I made my way after her, ducking down alleys when she would glance backwards. I saw her duck into the rainbow and I quickly made my way over to a window. Glancing inside I watched her walk up to a table that held four very familiar looking guys.

"No fuckin way" I breathed as I looked over four of the original five members of the one and only Guns N' Roses. 

"So this is where you've been sneaking off to? Why wouldn't you tell us?" I wondered out loud as I thought over my options. I could either one, walk back to the house and wait, or two, walk in and let her know that the cat's out of the bag and ask why she felt the need to keep it a secret….

Looking myself over in the reflection for a minute, I nodded, option two it is. I made my way inside and spotted Mo at the bar, making my way over to her I stopped right behind her.

"So this is where you have been sneaking off to" I smirked when she jumped, before spinning around.

"Liz! What are you doing here?!"

"Following you"

"I knew I felt someone behind me!" She stated, more to herself.

"So you have been sneaking out at night to hang out with Guns n' Roses?" I asked before ordering a drink.

"Maybe" 

"Why?"

"Because Axl wanted to get to know me" she stated.

"I was asking why you felt the need to sneak out, but holy shit really?" I asked before taking a sip of my vodka and coke.

"Yeah, the day Mia and I went to the record store, we met and he said he wanted to get to know me, but we all know the rumors about him and his temper, so I didn't want you all to get over protective, so I figured that-" I cut her off by raising my hand.

"Has he been treating you good?" 

"Yeah"

"Then that's all that matters"

"You act like we're dating" she stated.

"Wouldn't blame ya if you tried" I winked.

"I have a feeling you would rather try with someone else, or should I say some others" she said while glancing back at the table.

"You wouldn't be wrong" I laughed remembering just who was at the table.

"Come on, Harley and Giulia won't be back for awhile," she smiled.

"This is true" I laughed, turning and following her back to the table, but not before earning a laugh from her when I asked.

"When did you become the bad influence?"

"Guys, this is my friend Liz. Liz this is Izzy, Duff, Slash, and Axl"

"Nice to meet ya" I smiled.

"You too" Axl smiled while Mo took her place beside him.

"Have a seat" Slash said while scooting over in the booth, I smiled and sat down, catching Duff sending Slash a quick glare before turning to me.

"So you're one of Mo's roommates?"

"Yup, decided to come see what L.A's nightlife had to offer" I smiled while looking over at Mo while Axl draped his arm across her shoulders.

"What did you find?" Slash asked, resting his arm on the seat behind me. I smiled, my eyes glancing from him, to Duff and back.

"Found out I may have to come out more often" I smile, earning laughs from the boys.

 The saying "time flies when you're having fun" never made much since until tonight. Before I knew it, it was almost four a.m. and we were all either well buzzed or drunk. I still couldn't figure out of Mo and Axl were close friends or on the verge of dating, but she wouldn't stop smiling, so either way, I was happy for her. As we exited the bar Axl asked us once more if we wanted him to walk us back to the house. 

"We're fine sweety I promise" I laughed.

"How come he's sweety?" Duff asked, coming up behind me and wrapping an arm around my waist.

"You're all sweety, it's a southern thing" I laughed.

"So now that you've seen what L.A has to offer? You gonna come out more often?" Slash asked, coming up on my other side while lighting a cigarette.

"Maybe" I smirked.

"Let us know when you want to, we can show you all the cool places" Duff smirked.

"I'm sure you two could" I nodded.

"But we better get home before the others have our heads" I laughed, Duff and Slash gave me a quick hug while Axl said his goodbyes to Mo.

"It was nice meeting you all" I smiled at the group.

"You too, let's do it again" Axl nodded.

"Lets!" And with that the boys walked one way while we walked the other.

"Ok spill, is there something there?" I asked Mo once we were far enough away.

"You two were pretty cozy tonight, and as an outsider it looked like y'all were together" I added.

"Honestly...I don't know" Mo replied.

"Do you want there to be something?"

"I mean...I wouldn't be mad" she laughed but added.

"But like I said, I just don't know"

"That's understandable, y'all just met what? Four days ago? No need to rush. Take it from me, rushing into something never ends well" I told her.

"Says the woman who was flirting with not just one, but two guys." She laughed.

"Harmless flirting. I refuse to be the Yoko of GNR" I laughed.

"So if Duff or Slash asked you out?" She smirked.

"Shit don't put me in that predicament!" I laughed as we made our way up to the house. We quietly entered, but as soon as we shut the door the light turned on, and we were met by four curious pairs of eyes.

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~When Love & Hate Collide -- Ch.1~

Moodboard made by myself @badwolf-in-the-impala. I do not own or take credit for any photos used. 

Edit to add: So I’m a ditz and forgot to change the ‘82 to ‘81, after doing the research and realizing that Crüe was touring in Canada in ‘82...and I had wanted this to start this off before they got actively into touring and became a huge deal...So keeping it in ’81 when they were just getting popular and shit...So yeah, thanks for coming to my TED talk on why I’m an idiot lol enjoy!  

A/N: So this is by no means going to be perfect, I’m sure...I’ve already re-written it twice, cause I’m a nitpick **insert nervous laughter here** But this is based off the movie ((The Dirt)) version of the band. Iwan!Mick needs more love/appreciation! Anywho, I hope you guys like it. 

Pairings: Iwan Rheon!Mick Mars x OC ((Faceclaim - Alison Mosshart))

Rating: Mature/18+

Chapter Warnings: Language, smoking, mentions of drug use, implied abuse...

Word Count: 5,267

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Summer - 1981

Roxanna Hale traveled South, down I-5 to West Hollywood, CA, from Seattle WA. The old 1969 -- Black with White racing stripes -- Chevelle SS that she drove, rumbled along loudly, headlights illuminating the dark stretch of blacktop as Dawn slowly began to break and light the sky. The muscle car blowing around another line of cars with ease, the windows down and rock music blaring from the speakers as she fought to keep herself awake, lighting what felt like her hundredth cigarette.

She exhaled a cloud of smoke from the long drag she took, letting it trail from her red lips slowly as her thumb flicked against the filter, ashing it out the open window. The nicotine did little to quell the anger that still surged through every fiber of her body, as she sped towards her destination.

The last thing she had expected to happen when she woke up yesterday morning, was to walk in on her ex screwing some other chicks brains out...The fact that chick had turned out to be her best friend, and fellow band mate, only added insult to injury. Leading Roxxy to pack all of her shit -- music material and demo included -- before taking off for good; the incident occurring at a less than convenient time.

They had been scheduled, for today as a matter of fact, to audition for a spot as ‘Opening Act’ for another, more well known, band that was getting ready to kick off a tour. Nothing huge, but it was a long awaited opportunity that Roxxy had been waiting on for a very long time. She had headed over to the apartment where her -- now -- ex finance lived to start packing up their gear in preparation for the 18 hr drive to California, they had ahead of them when she walked in on the situation in question.

“C’mon, Baby!” Her ex begged as she continued shoving what she could fit into her backpack. “It- It was just an accident. I swear!” He added, still clinging to the sheet wrapped around his waist as he took a step back; Roxxy rounding on him.

“So what? You just like slipped and accidentally landed with your dick in her vagina?! Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” She nearly screamed, getting in his face. Roxxy’s anger only worsening as she watched him stutter over his words, trying to come up with some bullshit way to justify what he had done, but it was far too late for that as Roxxy cut him off before he could even finish. “I’m not a fucking moron, Kyle!

“Please, Baby, don’t do this! Not now, not with the audition tomorrow!”

“Yeah? Well maybe you should’ve thought that over better before you stuck your cock in my best fucking friend, the lead goddamn singer of MY band!” Roxxy seethed as she slung the backpack over her shoulder and picked up her guitar case as she turned for the door; stopping abruptly as Kyle grabbed her roughly by the upper arm and tried to drag her back. “Let go of me!” She rounded on him as she yanked her arm free, more than a little caught off guard by the sting of his hand as it connected with the right side of her face.

“You don’t get to fuckin’ talk too me like that, bitch--” Kyle had started but was cut off by the cold laugh that fell from Roxxy’s lips as she sneered up at him, wiping at the small trickle of blood from her lower lip with the back of her hand.

“Why, because you think you’re somebody fucking important now? Newsflash, you better think again, Baby.” Roxxy replied, making sure to emphasise the sarcasm in her voice as she called him ‘Baby’. “Because I built this, all of it!” She gestured around his living room at all the band equipment and gear laying around. “You, and this fucking shithole of a band, are nothing without me. So, you know, have fun playing dive bars and garage gigs for the rest of your life. ‘Cause I’m out!”

~

Her blood boiled as the memory of the argument replayed over and over in her mind. She had spent the last three and half years busting her ass for that band; HER band -- working two jobs and pinching pennies just to be able to play shitty dive bars and even shittier backyard parties, on the weekends.

Roxxy had been through hell and back, bending herself over backwards nearly her whole entire miserable, fucking life to try and achieve her dreams; and just when they were about to finally get their break...The whole fucking world comes crashing down on her. Just like it always does.

Now here she was, right back at square one with no money, no band, and the fucking audition of a lifetime that was now hanging in the balance...And as if her life couldn’t get any worse, what ever higher power that had been shitting on her life, apparently decided that now was the perfect moment for her car to blow a head gasket; still some 20-30 miles outside of her destination.   

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Roxxy whined as she hit her hazard lights and coasted the car off onto the shoulder of the road before cutting the engine and popping the hood as she bailed out to take a look. Waving her hand in front of her face with a cough as she lifted the hood and a cloud of white smoke from the overheated engine rolled up into her face, causing her to she take a step back. 

“Son of a bitch!” She slammed the hood shut, too dark still to see much of anything, but already knowing the engine was fucked as she rested her hands against the car, attempting several deep breaths so she didn’t lose her shit, completely; not that it helped. Roxxy picking up the nearest rock and chucking it into oncoming traffic as she screamed out angrily, fisting both hands into her dark hair before tossing them up entirely.

“Seriously! What the fuck have I done in my life to deserve this fucking shit?!” Roxxy yelled up at the sky. “Because I sure as shit don’t fucking remember!” She added, standing there for a few seconds longer, as if she would actually receive some kind of answer. But only the sounds of passing traffic surrounded her. Leaving her to heavily sigh as she grabbed her bag and guitar case from the backseat before locking up her beloved car, and began walking.

Praying that this day didn’t get any worse...Someone clearly taking that as a challenge as the next 8 hrs of walking only brought more hell down on her life. From being pelted by rocks kicked up by passing cars, too nearly being run over by an 18-wheeler that had veered off the road at one point -- causing her to bail off into the bar ditch in order to avoid being turned into roadkill; the gravel biting into her skin, scraping up her arms and hands.

But the icing on the cake had been the sudden surprise of a thunderstorm that now had her drenched. Leaving her exhausted and more than a little irritable as she finally made it to the Bar she and her band has been signed up to audition at...Four hours earlier. Roxxy made her way into the nearest restroom as she pushed her way inside and through the groups of people that crowded the place -- for what appeared to be some kind of open mic deal. Doing her best once making into the bathroom to clean herself up before finding an empty booth in a dark corner to hide herself in for a while; after putting in a phone call to towing service.

“Can I get’cha something, Sweetheart?” A pretty blonde woman -- that Roxxy assumed to be a bartender -- asked as she made her rounds on the floor; breaking Roxxy’s attention away from the man up on stage she had been watching, as she dug around in the back pocket of her jeans for her wallet, a frown tugging down the corners her mouth as she opened it to reveal her last five dollars.

“Um...Just a coffee, please?” Roxxy forced a soft smile as she pulled a couple dollars out and tried to hand them over, but the woman simply shook her head and held up her hand with a polite smile as she gave Roxxy a wink and said, “Keep it, Doll. Coffee’s on the house.” Roxxy heaved a sigh as the woman disappeared, returning only a few minutes later with a hot cup of coffee and a clean, dry, bar towel.

“Thank you.” Roxxy gave a genuine smile this time around as she accepted the towel and brought it up to her dark hair, the woman giving her a polite nod before turning to head back to her post behind the bar; Stopping when Roxxy spoke up again, catching her attention. “Hey, what does one need to do to go up on stage?”

“Nothin’ special.” The woman shrugged, glancing over to notice the guitar case that sat propped up against the booth. “Open mic. First come, first serve. Just give that man up there by the stage your name and he’ll put you in the line up.” She smiled before returning behind the bar, leaving Roxxy to contemplate if she was up for it or not. But at this point, what more did she have to lose? Aside from her dignity, maybe.

~

The first thing that caught Mick’s attention was the sound of the guitar and the heavy riff that fell effortlessly from it as her fingers changed over the strings with ease. The smoky, alluring sound of her voice filling the bar speakers as the words from Pat Benatar’s, ‘Heartbreaker’, fell from her lips, capturing the attention of the small audience that had gathered -- as well as his own band, who had been enjoying drinks. The room falling silent for a brief moment before people got into the rhythm of the song and actually started enjoying themselves; unlike with most of the prior participants whose performances had gone ignored. Save for a few of the die hard local fans that cheered them on.

They had seen their fair share of dive bar performers before, but never someone as confident as the dark haired woman up on stage now, who was venturing into territory few women had dared to dive into, yet, in this industry. Her rough, road worn appearance only adding to the edge she already had over most of tonight's participants; which drew the crowd further in as their curiosity peaked. It being easy enough to tell that she wasn’t a local by her ballsy taste in music.

“Hooooly shit!” Tommy was the first to speak up -- over the music -- among their group as he glanced excitedly between his friends and fellow bandmates, and the woman up on stage. “Are you dudes seeing this?!”

Mick simply rolled his eyes behind the pair of dark aviators he worse, shaking his head at the obviously stupid question...wondering for a moment why he ever agreed to put up with these dumb asses he called friends. The rest of the guys smirking and giving their drummer shit before ordering another round of drinks and returning to their conversation. But not Mick; no. He never took his eyes off the woman up on stage.

There were a few things he found intriguing about her and not all of it had to do with her looks; not that he was complaining. She was very easy on the eyes, as far as he could tell from his seat at the end of the bar. Her dark, layered, mess of feathered hair hung down in her face as she sung. Hiding behind it the striking features of her face. Full lips, high cheekbones, sharp jawline...it was like staring at God’s greatest creation. She was clad in a pair of ripped slim fit denims, a cropped muscle tank, that showed plenty of midriff, and a pair of combat boots. Rings and leather cuffs adorned her fingers and wrists.

What truly caught his attention though, was the guitar she played, or rather, the fact that she played it left handed...and upside down. But with her level of skill and confidence, you would never have been able to tell the difference, unless you knew exactly what you were looking at; as Mick did, obviously having played for enough years himself to know. She was good, to good in fact. Which left him to ponder how a woman with that kind of natural talent was still playing the bar/nightclub scene.

“Bitch has some pipes.” Vince mused with an impressed smirk as he passed Mick a shot, forcing him out of his thoughts as he finally tore his gaze away from the stage, give a curt nod to Vince in reply before he said, “She’s got some experience, that’s for sure.” before knocking back the contents of his shot glass. “She plays with a confidence not many possess...especially chicks.” Mick added.

“Yeah, dude, she may even be better than you are.” Tommy joked drunkenly, flinching as Nikki’s hand connected with the back of his head, and Mick rolled his eyes again in return.

“Maybe in your fuckin’ dreams...fuckin’ drummer.��� Mick scoffed with a mildly irritated sneer. “She’s good, but not that good.” Mick added with half a lie. Because she really did have talent and with the right person to teach her, she could definitely go places.

“Don’t listening to him, Mick.” Nikki chuckled. “We’re jus’ givin’ you shit.” He added, earning a mumbled, “Whatever...fuckin’ teenagers.” From Mick as he turned his attention back to the woman on stage. Watching with great intent as she closed out the song with the it’s Solo; playing right over the top of other guitarist. The bar erupted into applause once she finished, giving a brief, yet humble bow, before unplugging the Fender Starcaster she played, that she carefully placed it back into its case before jumping off the stage and retreating back to the far corner booth she had been hiding in earlier. Mick and his group watching her for a bit out of curiosity and talking among themselves about her performance.

“Dude’s, we should like totally invite her the party later!” Tommy stated before taking another shot, the rest of the guys giving a mutual nod of agreement; even Mick. Though his aviator covered blue eyes never left the mysterious woman who sat alone, just across the bar.

~

An hour or so had passed since Roxxy returned to hiding in her booth; going through two more cups of coffee, intending on staying until they closed and had to kick her out. Not looking forward to having to potentially spend a night outside, especially if the weather didn’t straighten up before then. A small jolt of anxiety surging through her as the bartender approached her booth, again; fearful that was about to become a possibility.

Roxxy was just about to speak up -- shit, she’d beg if she had too -- in order to stay as long as possible, when the woman set a whiskey in front of her on the table. Earning a  very confused look from Roxxy as she looked up.

“From the gentleman, at the end of the bar.” The blonde yelled over the music, vaguely gesturing to a group of men who had their backs turned, up at the bar. “He said you looked like you could use something a little stronger than the coffee.” Roxxy’s lips curved down in a slight frown as she looked down at herself, giving a sigh.

“Well, um...tell him I said thanks.” Roxxy cleared her throat awkwardly, giving the bartender a soft smile before the woman walked away. Roxxy watching as she went back behind the bar and leaned over to the man at the very end, relaying what she assumed to be her thanks...Roxxy’s stomach nearly falling out of her ass as she recognized him, immediately, as he turned around to face her while holding up his own glass with a nod of ‘cheers’. Roxxy nearly knocking over her own drink as she blindly grabbed for it in order to return the gesture. Almost certain she looked like a deer in the headlights as he gave a smirk before returning to his drink.

“Mick Mars, of thee fucking Mötley Crüe, just bought me a drink.” Roxxy muttered to herself, still half shocked. “And I look like a mother fucking trashcan....could this day get any worse?!” She whined as she placed her forehead against the table, banging it softly against the wood a few times before sitting up and knocking back the entire contents of the rocks glass in front of her. Relishing in the burn that the amber liquid left in its wake, as it traveled down her throat. Wincing softly at the sensation before turning her attention to digging around in the pocket of her leather coat for her smokes, pulling out the last one and lighting it.

“I don’t fucking mean that seriously, either.” She threatened with a pointed finger, speaking to whatever unknown deity happened to be listening as she glanced up at the ceiling and exhaled the puff of smoke from the drag she just took. “I’ve had enough of your shit for one day!” A rush of embarrassment snapping her back to reality as the sound of someone clearing their throat caught her attention, turning to find the bartender back; bottle of Jack in hand as she smiled, jerking her chin over her shoulder at the bar. Roxxy giving a nod of understanding as she pushed the rocks glass over to be filled.

“Rough day?” The woman asked with a soft laugh as she filled the glass.

“You have no idea.” Roxxy groaned as she rubbed her temples with her fingers. “Thanks. Again.” She lifted her glass and gestured towards the bar before taking a sip.

“You know...you could always go tell him yourself.” The woman implied with a grin, giving a laugh as Roxxy starred up at her with a dumbfounded expression. Opening and closing her mouth several times before giving up entirely. This woman couldn’t possibly be serious, suggesting that she -- a complete and total nobody-- go up and talk to a band member of Mötley fucking Crüe; more importantly, the guitarist she had spent the last year idolizing.

“Just a suggestion.” The woman shrugged with a polite smile before leaving again.

Roxxy sat there for a while, weighing her options and sipping on her drink as she considered actually going up to the bar. I mean at this point, what was the worst that could really happen...she had already had a shit day, and besides, she was out of smokes and desperately craving another one, the nicotine somewhat staving off the withdrawals from lack of cocaine use. Having left her entire stash behind at her ex’s.

With a sigh, Roxxy scooted herself out of the booth and grabbed her jacket; draping it over her shoulder as she grabbed her guitar case, and bag before picking up the whiskey glass, knocking back the rest of the Jack Daniels it held before maneuvering her way through the crowd and up to the bar. Propping her stuff in the corner and placing her jacket on the last, empty bar stool, as she took a seat and set her glass on the bar. Mick glancing at her out of the corner of his eye with a raised brow, flagging down the bartender as Roxxy cleared her throat awkwardly.

“You really don’t have too–” Roxxy started, immediately cutting herself off with a mortified look, afraid she was going to offend him as Mick turned to look at her; raising his sunglasses. “I mean, t-thank you– I’m flattered, b-but, really, you don’t–”

“It’s cool.” Mick held up a hand, putting a cease to her ramblings with a half grin. “Wouldn’t be doin’ it if I didn’t want to.” He added as he pushed the now full glass towards her with a middle finger.

“Of course– I mean, I didn’t mean– You know what, I’m gonna shut up.” Roxxy rambled as she took a sip of her whiskey and tossed the empty carton of cigarettes onto the bar top as she fished out her wallet, opening it as she yanked out her last five dollars and tossed it beside the empty carton as she muttered, more so too herself, “I’m usually much more a bitch.” Mick nearly snorting his own drink out his nose as her overheard the comment.

“At least you’re honest.” He replied, motioning for bartender to leave her money and add it to whatever tab he had running. “Besides, looks like you’ve had a shit day.”

“That’s an understatement and a half.” Roxxy snorted with a laugh as she packed her fresh carton of Marlboro’s before opening it and pulling one out and lighting it; taking a drag as she offered the pack to Mick, who accepted and held it to the flame of the zippo lighter in her hand. Nodding his thanks as she snapped it shut and shoved it back into the pocket of her jeans. “I’m Roxanna, by the way.” She added while exhaling a trail of smoke as she offered him her hand. Mick chuckling softly as he glanced down at her hand before he shook it; catching sight of the ‘Mötley Crüe’ logo that was plastered to the front of her cropped tank top.

“Mick. But I’m going to assume you already know that?” He replied. Fighting to stave off the grin that tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched her cheeks tint red with a blush as she nodded, flashing him a coy smile.

“Guilty.” Roxxy replied with a soft chuckle before taking another drag from her cigarette. She exhaled slowly as she pushed a hand through her mess of dark hair, shoving it back and away from her face as she stared up at him with Emerald eyes from beneath her dark lashes. Mick looked as though he were about to say something else, when suddenly, Vince appeared between the two of them and wrapped an arm around Roxxy’s shoulders. A cocky grin plastered to his face as he leaned in close.

“Tell me somethin’?” He started in a confident tone as Mick rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he inhaled deeply while muttering, “Jesus...here we fuckin’ go.”

“Did it hurt?” Vince continued, his smirk growing wider as Roxxy looked up at him with feigned interest; cocking her head to one side as she batted her eyes and smiled. Having heard this line one too many times for her liking.

“When I fell from heaven?” She finished for him, momentarily catching Vince off guard, but he was quick to recover, his tongue darting out over his lower lip as his grin widened into that signature sexy smile of his. Mick heaving an audible sigh of annoyance as he finished off his Vodka and ordered another.

“Exactly, Baby--” But before Vince could finish whatever he was about to add as a recovery to the botched pickup line, Roxxy cut him off.

“No...but I did scrape the shit out of my knees during my climbing out of hell.” She finished with a mildly suggestive smirk as she removed his arm from around her shoulders and finished off her cigarette before stamping the last bit out in the ashtray that sat between her and Mick. Vince standing there, slack jawed and bewildered by her response as a soft scoff left his lips. Making it obvious that he wasn’t used to being rejected in such a manner and the fact that Nikki and Tommy were now howling hysterically from a table behind them, didn’t help matters much.

“Did that really just--?”

“Happen?” Mick said, cutting Vince off; his own expression almost as surprised as the lead singers. “Yeah. It happened.” He added, Vince giving a curt nod before skulking back to the table he and the other two band mates had taken up residence at. Leaving Mick to stare at Roxxy with a look of astonishment on his face.

“Holy shit…” Roxxy said with a nervous laugh. “Did I really just offend, Vince Neil?!”

“Yes, and it was fucking fabulous.” Mick smirked as he held up his glass, Roxxy taking the hint and picking up her own as she clinked it against his and took a sip before turning around to the table behind them.

“Is you’re ego gonna alright?” Roxxy asked honestly, though it came out a little more sarcastic than she intended which earned another round of laughter. “No, I mean like really?!” She added.

“Dude!” Tommy howled with laughter, nearly doubling over as he tried to catch his breath. “She’s like the chick version of Mick!” He added, Roxxy fixing him with a glare as she pointed her finger and said, “Watching yourself, drummer boy.” The comment eliciting more laughter, this time including Vince as he turned to look between herself and Mick; who were both glaring at the group in front of them.

“That’s fucking disturbing.” Vince laughed.

“What’s your name, Sweetheart?” Nikki chuckled as he took a sip of his beer, trying to change the subject before Mick started knocking their heads together for his own satisfaction.

“Roxanna.” She replied. “Most everyone calls me Roxxy, though.”

“Oh dear Jesus, not another one.” Nikki gave a short laugh as he turned to look at Tommy, who’s complexion had paled considerably, which caused Roxxy to raise an eyebrow. “Long story.” He added. “Nikki, by the way.”

“She’s aware.” Mick stated as he leaned back against the bar, vaguely gesturing to her shirt. The rest of the guys giving a collective, “Ooh” in response as Roxxy gave a nervous chuckle. Not even sure how any of this was happening right now.

“Come. Sit.” Nikki nodded at their table as Tommy pulled two more stools over for her and Mick. Roxxy briefly giving them a skeptical look, somehow waiting from them to laugh and say they were just kidding...but when that didn’t happen, she moved her things and took a seat at the table between Tommy, and Mick, who took the other seat beside her. “So, what’s your story?” Nikki added curiously after Roxxy was settled at the table.

“Like, the short version?” Roxxy snorted as she took a sip of her whiskey, cocking an eyebrow as she looked up at the band’s bassist. “Woke up yesterday morning to help my band pack for a gig ‘slash’ audition, showed up, walked in on my ex screwing my best friend; the bands lead singer. Packed my shit. Left. Drove 12 fucking hours from Seattle till my car broke down, had to walk, nearly died, missed my fucking audition, got rained on...and now, here I am.” There was a few minutes of collective silence as the guys sat there, staring at her as they tried to process that output of information.

“Jesus.” Mick mumbled into his glass.

“Yeah...And that’s only the last 24 hrs.” Roxxy replied. “A fuckin’ cake walk compared to the rest of my life.”

“Well, fuck that guy.” Nikki finally spoke as he offered her shot glass. “And fuck this day! I mean, at least it’ll end on a note of awesomeness; sitting around having a drink with this group of fucking degenerates!” He added, reaching a hand over and bouncing Tommy’s forehead off the table, which earned a round of laughter from the group.

“Not gonna argue with that.” Roxxy chuckled with a shake of her head before knocking back the contents of the shot glass and placing it upside down on the table. Taking a drag from her cigarette before adding, “I mean honestly, if someone had told me a year ago that I would be sitting in a bar sharing drinks with Mötley Crüe...I probably would’ve punched ‘em in the face.”

“You should most definitely come to our party!” Tommy stated excitedly after pounding two more shots. Roxxy raising a questioning brow as she waited for him to continue, but before he could they were interrupted by the bartender who brought over a telephone and held it out for Roxxy to take; giving a very confused, “Hello?”

“Are you a Miss,” He paused, the sound of papers being rifled through filling the silence on the other end of the line before he continued. “Roxanna Hale?”

“Yeah, that’s me?” Roxxy stated as she waited for the man to continue.

“This is Dan, I’m with Auto Doc’s 24 hr towing service. You called earlier this evening about your car? A Black ‘69 Chevelle?”

“That would be mine.” Roxxy sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose, waiting for what she assumed would surely be bad news.

“Well, we picked it up and got it back to the shop. Someone should be able to take a look at first thing in the morning...but um, we’re gonna need the keys. I also have some papers I need you to sign off on before we’d be able to look at it? I understand it’s late, so if you can’t--”

“No, no, it’s cool.” Roxxy replied as she grabbed a napkin off the table and gestured for a pen, three suddenly appearing in front of her face as she grabbed one. “What’s the address?” The man gave it her, along with the shop number before she hung up and downed what was left of her whiskey.

“Wait, you’re not leaving already, are you?” Tommy asked with a mildly dejected puppy dog expression as they watched Roxxy stand and slip on her leather jacket; flipping her hair out of the collar as she smiled softly at him.

“Yep, unfortunately...gotta go sell my soul to the devil so I can get my car fixed.” Roxxy replied jokingly as she threw her bag over her shoulder and picked up her guitar case. “It’s been a pleasure, boys, truly.” She added, turning to address Mick separately as she said, “And thank you for the drinks.”

“No problem.” Mick gave a slight nod as he slipped his sunglasses back on. Disappointed she was leaving already, but not about to show it as he turned back to his drink as Roxxy turned to head for the door, the rest of guys turning to stare at him in disbelief. “What?” Mick stated as he glared at his band mates from behind his glasses.

“You’re seriously gonna let that just walk outta here?!” Vince arched a brow skeptically as he spoke up.

“So?” Mick retorted in a gruff tone as he took another sip of his Vodka.

“So?! You could at least give her the address to the apartment?!” Vince exclaimed as Mick simply shook his head, ignoring him entirely. “You know what, fine. I’ll do it.” He added, reaching for one of the pens on the table. Tommy beating him too it as he snatched one and bounded off towards the door to catch Roxxy. Returning a short while later, grinning triumphantly as he returned the pen.

“Fifty bucks says she shows up.” Vince smirked as he glanced over to Mick who had finished off his drink and was making to leave, himself. Pausing for moment as he turned back to the lead singer with his usual, disgruntled, expression as he replied, “Hundred bucks says she won’t.”  

And without another word, Mick disappeared into the crowd.  

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