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Serve & Protect

Summary: You moved to the small quiet town of Hawkins after transferring from the NYPD and reunite with your old partner, Jim Hopper. However, Hawkins isn't as quiet as it seems, and your past follows you there.

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Language, brief mentions of past assault

Previous Chapter

Chapter 8- Soap

It had been nearly seven months since you helped Hopper and the party close the gate to the Upside Down. Nearly seven months since you found out that monsters existed. But that wasn't what was keeping you up at night.

What was keeping you up at night was the letter that had appeared by your front door two days ago.

A letter from Hank, your old work partner back in New York.

Sure, he was still in the force and had access to the system so it wouldn't have been hard for him to search your name and find your new address and post the letter. That wasn't the problem. The problem was the envelope didn't have a stamp. He didn't post the letter from New York. He hand delivered it.

He was here. 

In Hawkins.

He had followed you from New York to the middle of bumfuck nowhere in Indianna.

"How long has it been since you slept?"

You looked up from your desk to find Hopper walking into the station and you quickly flipped the letter over so he couldn't see.

"Dunno." You shrugged.

He sighed walking over and leaning against the side of your desk.

"I get it. I didn't sleep much when I first found out about the Upside Down."

"It's not that." You replied, but instantly regretted it when he asked;

"Then what is it?"

A part of you wanted to tell him the truth. He was the Chief of Police if anyone could help it was him. But there was a small voice in the back of your head telling you that he wouldn't help. Hank was still a Police Officer. There was an unwritten rule between the boys in blue and that was you protected each other, no matter what.

That's what happened when you had tried to tell your old boss about it. He just swept it under the rug, no action taken not even a warning, nothing. But Hopper was different. He wasn't like those other officers, and he was your best friend. He could help you.

"Morning, boss. Morning, Y/N." Callahan greeted in a tone that was way too chirpy for a Monday morning.

"It doesn't matter." You replied quietly to Hopper before looking over at Callahan who was walking into the station. "Morning, Cal."

Hopper remained leaning against your desk for a few seconds like he was debating whether to push the topic or not before he eventually nodded.

"Alright. I got a bunch of statements to get through today. Powell has called in sick, so it's just you two on patrol."

"Copy that, Chief. I just gotta check my emails then we can head out, Y/N."

The rest of the day was spent in the patrol car with Callahan listening to him rant about his next-door neighbour. Listening to his problem kept you distracted from your own and before you knew it, you were walking back into the station at the end of the shift.

"Anything you want us to do before we head home, Chief?" Callahan shouted, already taking off his belt assuming Hopper would say no.

"No, you can go. Y/N, can I see you in my office?" Came Hoppers reply.

"Ohhh, you're in trouble." Callahan teased like a school kid.

You flipped the other deputy off, "don't let the door hit you on the way out."

Callahan snorted, "thanks. See ya tomorrow."

You walked across the office and knocked on Hopper's door that was slightly ajar.

"Come in."

You pushed the door open further and leant against the doorframe to find Hopper sitting at his desk with a troubled expression. Great, what had happened?

"Do you have anything you wanna tell me?" He asked in his serious Chief of Police tone that he rarely used on you.

That tone had you standing up straight at attention like you were back at the damn Police Academy about to get yelled at by your Drill Sergeant for square gating while trying to march.

"No?" You said, but it sounded more like a hesitant question than any form of answer.

You thought back to everything you and Callahan had done today, but it was a fairly quiet shift and neither of you had done anything that would get you in trouble, unless-

"Did Mrs. Colson file another complaint? I pulled her over for speeding again and-"

"Not that. This." Hopper said, cutting you off and holding up a piece of paper for you to see.

The letter.

Shit.

You glanced over your shoulder towards your desk where the letter had been sitting, but as suspected, it was gone.

"You went through my stuff?" You questioned, folding your arms across your chest.

"Flo was cleaning the office, it fell off your desk. She saw the first sentence and gave it straight to me." Hopper calmly explained.

"Damnit Flo." You muttered under your breath.

"Sit down." He ordered but his tone was gentler now as he pointed to the chair in front of his desk.

You sighed but did as you were told. Hopper placed the letter down on the desk and your eyes raked over the words that you had read nearly 100 times by now.

'Y/N, You think you can run from me? I've found you and not even your old partner can save you. I'll see you soon.'

"Who wrote this?"

You looked back at Hopper his voice was stern, but his eyes were full of worry.

"It's a long story." You sighed.

Hopper leant forward resting his elbows on his desk as he stared at you. "I have time. Now start from the beginning."

You took in a deep breath, hating how shaky it sounded as you thought about Hank and everything he had done.

"It was a few weeks after you left New York." You began to say. "I got assigned a new partner and he was... well, he wasn't a nice person. I mean, at first, he wasn't too bad. He was a bit of a dick, but most male Police Officers were assholes towards me, so it wasn't much different. I dealt with it. A couple years went by, but he just kept getting worse. I eventually told the boss, but Hank didn't like that and surprise, surprise, the Superintendent didn't care either. Things got bad after that."

"Bad how?"

"The details don't matter, but it ended in a restraining order and him getting demoted back down to beat cop."

"Restraining order?" Hopper questioned in shock.

"The restraining order meant nothing to him though. He still found ways to follow me. It actually made things worse. He tried to make my life a living hell because he blamed me for the demotion instead of his own stupid actions. But the boss wouldn't fire him or do anything about it, so I asked for a transfer. And then two days ago, this letter was at my door."

Hopper remained silent for a moment, his jaw clenched shut as he took this information in but the more seconds that ticked by, the angrier he looked.

"This asshole was harassing you even with a restraining order in place and now he's found your new address and sent you this threatening letter?"

You nodded, "yep."

"Jesus Christ." He rubbed his face with his hands. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." You lied.

Hopper gave you a pointed look, seeing straight through your obvious lie and you sighed.

"Okay, no. I'm not okay. I'm scared. Is that what you want to hear?"

"I'm not going to let him hurt you."

"He's still a cop." You pointed out.

"So?" Hopper responded like that wasn't a big deal. "He might be a cop, but I'm the Chief. Hawkins is my jurisdiction. If he steps foot in this town, he'll regret it."

You smiled softly, fiddling with your hands in your lap not knowing what else to say because this was the first time one of your bosses took your side and you had no idea how to respond.

"Hey." Hopper said, leaning over the desk and grabbing your hand. "You tell me if any more letters show up, okay?"

"Okay."

-

The following two weeks flew by without any more letters. You were starting to think that Hank had just been bluffing trying to scare you, which had worked but he wasn't in Hawkins. It was a small town, if he was here, you would have found out by now.

"I can't handle it. That stupid boy is always coming over to visit El." Hopper continued to rant like he had been doing for the past few weeks about Mike Wheeler. "I can't even remember a day when I didn't see him. He might as well pay me fucking rent for how often he's at the cabin."

You currently sat in the passenger seat of the Chevy with Hopper cruising through Hawkins on patrol. Downtown was quiet. It had been ever since the new Starcourt Mall opened up a couple weeks ago.

The mall was great. It had so many new stores and food shops, it even had a cinema. However, downtown had been impacted greatly by the malls popularity and just driving down what used to be the main street, it was obvious the stores here were struggling to get business.

"He's El's boyfriend, Hop. They're gonna want to spend time together." You reminded, glancing over at him.

"She's too young to have a boyfriend."

"Oh, really? I do remember you once telling me about your first kiss at the ripe age of 10."

Hopper's head snapped in your direction, "I did not tell you about that."

"You didn't. But drunk you is very talkative. I got a lot of details too." You smirked and Hopper groaned rubbing his face with his hands.

"When?"

"The night we solved that triple homicide in Queens. We went to the bar to celebrate and, well, you had a lot to drink."

"Oh, God. I barely remember that night. Didn't you have to drive me home?" He asked, glancing over at you.

"Yep. It was super late, and you were soooo drunk. Diane let me crash on your couch instead of driving home at 3am, but she was not impressed with you. Especially after you knocked over that lamp and woke..." You trailed off, unsure whether to finish that sentence or not.

Hopper never spoke about his late daughter. You could count on one hand the number of times he had mentioned her name since you moved to Hawkins. He didn't like talking about her, so you weren't going to bring it up, although it was obvious what you had been about to say and by the sudden silence in the car, Hopper knew it too.

"...I woke up Sara."

You glanced over at Hopper to find him staring straight ahead at the road while he drove. He didn't seem angry that you had mentioned her. He didn't seem sad either, in fact, he was almost smiling.

"Sara was just a baby." He sighed, and yep, that was a definite smile on his lips. "The second that lamp crashed against the tiles I knew I was dead. Sara just started screaming and then Diane was shouting, and I just remember you abandoning me to go settle Sara, leaving me alone with my angry wife. Thanks for that by the way."

You chuckled, "I sure as fuck wasn't getting in the middle of your little domestic dispute that was for sure."

Hopper snorted softly before he pulled the car up in front of Melvald's General Store and you both climbed out and wandered through the front door.

"Hey." Joyce greeted from your left, and you glanced to the side to find her hanging up a large sale sign in the front window.

"Hey, Joyce." You smiled, walking further into the store.

"Hey. You busy?" Hopper asked, although by the lack of people in the store, you could probably guess the answer.

"You're our first customer, so..." She trailed off and Hopper must have pulled a face because Joyce sighed, "what now?"

"Don't even get him started. He's been complaining about the kids all morning." You teased, bumping your shoulder into Hoppers playfully causing him to push you away gently. "Okay. Okay. Hint received. I will be over there in that aisle, far away so I don't have to listen to this all again."

Hopper rolled his eyes at you, and you stuck your tongue out at him causing Joyce to laugh before you wandered off further into the store while Hopper began ranting about Mike and El to a new set of ears.

"I need for them to break up." You heard Hopper declare a few minutes later.

You snorted softly while flicking through a magazine you found pretending to be reading while actually just listening to Hopper bicker and moan because it was more entertaining than this Cosmo.

"That is not your decision." Joyce reminded.

"They're spending entirely too much time together. You agree with me about that, right?"

"Well, I mean, they're just kissing, right?"

"Yeah, but it is constant. It is constant. Okay? That is not normal, that is not healthy-"

"Tell that to 10-year-old you and Judith Smith behind the bleachers!" You shouted from across the store.

"You!" Hopper warned, turning around and pointing at you sternly, but you knew there was no real heat behind his actions. "You can shut up. I can't believe I ever told you that."

"You and Judith Smith made out when you were 10?" Joyce questioned in a mixture of disbelief and disgust.

Oh, shit, that's right. Joyce had gone to the same school as them.

You couldn't stop yourself from bursting out laughing causing Hopper to glare at you, but that only made you laugh harder before he turned back to Joyce.

"Ignore my Deputy, she doesn't know what she's talking about." Hopper responded, causing Joyce to raise her eyebrows, not believing him in the slightest. "Anyway, El and Mike-"

"You can't just force them apart. I mean, they're not little kids anymore. They're teenagers." Joyce continued to say getting back into the other topic.

You zoned out while she told him to talk to the kids and have a heart-to-heart with them. She grabbed a notepad and wrote down some words like a little script for him to follow to help guide him during his talk with the kids.

It was a good idea, but you were willing to bet that Hopper won't follow the script.

You sat on the edge of the register desk with a new magazine while Joyce made Hopper practice saying the little speech aloud, trying to get him to memorise it without looking at the notes.

"... to sharing our feelings... This isn't gonna work." Hopper declared, cutting himself off and shaking his head. "It's not gonna work. It's not gonna work."

"Yes, it will! I promise. Come on." Joyce insisted, but Hopper was already standing up still shaking his head.

"Maybe I'll just kill Mike. I'm the Chief of Police, I could cover it up."

"I think that's kinda, like, slightly illegal." You called out.

Suddenly, the shop doorbell jingled catching you all off guard because you had been sitting around for close to 20 minutes now and not one customer had walked in.

"Oh, a customer. Hey, Judith!" Joyce greeted, getting to her feet and walking over to the other woman.

Your head snapped up at the familiar name and you jumped down from the bench just as Hopper hurriedly made his way over to you as if he knew exactly what you were thinking.

"Judtih Smith?" You asked curiously walking over to her and Joyce.

The other woman looked over at you with a kind smile, "yes. That's me. Do I know you?"

Before you could say anything further Hopper suddenly grabbed your arm and started to pull you away towards the front door.

"Nope. My Deputy is new here. Sorry, we gotta go. Bye Joyce!" Hopper shouted over his shoulder, already pushing you out the front door while you tried and failed to contain your laughter.

Judith Smith. She was the girl that young Hopper had been kissing under the school bleachers. It was her.

What were the chances?

"Get in the car." Hopper muttered, gently nudging you towards the vehicle.

"But-" You tried to say between fits of laughter before Hopper cut you off.

"Not a word. Not a damn word."

-

The rest of your shift went by uneventfully. You spent most of it laughing about Judith Smith while Hopper pretended to be annoyed, but you knew he found it hilarious too. He just wouldn't admit it.

"Goodluck with El and Mike." You said, climbing out the car once you got back to the station at the end of the day.

Hopper sighed from the driver's seat, "thanks, I'm gonna need it."

You rolled your eyes, "you'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow."

Hopper waved and you closed the passenger side door before he reversed out the parking lot and you wandered over to your truck and climbed inside, ready to go home after the long shift.

Once home you slipped your boots off and threw your keys on the kitchen bench before going to your bedroom and grabbing some clean clothes, looking forward to a nice warm shower before cooking dinner.

You made your way to the bathroom, placing your clean clothes on the sink before you leant into the shower and turned it on, giving the old hot water system time to kick into gear and heat up. Unclasping your duty belt, you pulled it off putting it down on the sink before kicking off your pants and throwing your work shirt and clothes on the floor in a pile to deal with later.

You stepped into the shower, your body relaxing under the warm flow of water above. You could easily stand there for hours, but you definitely couldn't financially afford such luxuries, so you got to work on washing your hair.

You thought back to Hopper wondering how he was going with the kids while you closed your eyes and rinsed the shampoo out from your hair before blindly reaching for the soap.

Grabbing it from the holder on the wall, you were about to start washing yourself when you felt strange bumps on the side of the soap.

What the hell?

Wiping the water from your face with your free hand, you opened your eyes and looked down at the bar of soap in confusion. But your stomach dropped when you saw the bite mark on the side of the soap.

It was a human bite mark. There were teeth pattens on it.

Someone had bitten a chunk off your soap.

A horrible realisation hit you like a truck. It was Hank. It had to be.

He dropped the letter off at your front door weeks ago and now he had broken into your house and did this... wait, what if he was still inside?

The soap slipped from your trembling fingers, and you cautiously peaked out from around your shower curtain, but the bathroom was still empty.

He could still be in the house.

Oh, God.

Leaving the shower running, not wanting to tip him off that you were leaving if he happened to be listening, you stepped out and grabbed your oversized shirt from the sink with shaky hands and pulled it on, not bothering to dry yourself with a towel or wasting time with other clothes.

You slipped your handgun from the holster on your duty belt, flicking the safety off already knowing it was fully loaded.

Slowly, you reached for the door handle, your gun raised with one hand before you opened it, expecting Hank to be standing there but he wasn't. Cautiously you stepped out the bathroom, gripping your gun tightly with both hands before you began to sweep your house like you were trained to do, clearing rooms and searching for the suspect.

You did a full internal patrol of your own house, but he wasn't there.

Every door and window were double checked for signs of forced entry, but there was nothing. After making sure said doors and windows were locked and secure, you returned to the bathroom and turned the shower off.

The half-bitten bar of soap sat on the tiles of the shower, but you ignored it and hastily got changed before grabbing a duffle bag and shoving your required belongings inside. You slipped your belt around your waist, the gun back in the holster before you grabbed a plastic bag and put the soap inside.

A few minutes later you were back in your car and driving to the Police Station, the only place Hank wouldn't dare come to.

To your relief, Flo had gone home, and nobody was on nightshift minus Deputy Powell who was on call, but you knew he wouldn't come to the station unless a big job came up, so you had the place to yourself.

You dumped your bag on your desk and sat down but after nearly an hour in the office chair, you migrated out to the cells. The thin mattress in the cell wasn't too comfortable either, but eventually you dozed off to sleep. 

-

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Serve & Protect

Summary: You moved to the small quiet town of Hawkins after transferring from the NYPD and reunite with your old partner, Jim Hopper. However, Hawkins isn't as quiet as it seems, and your past follows you there.

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Language, brief mentions of past assault

Previous Chapter

Chapter 8- Soap

It had been nearly seven months since you helped Hopper and the party close the gate to the Upside Down. Nearly seven months since you found out that monsters existed. But that wasn't what was keeping you up at night.

What was keeping you up at night was the letter that had appeared by your front door two days ago.

A letter from Hank, your old work partner back in New York.

Sure, he was still in the force and had access to the system so it wouldn't have been hard for him to search your name and find your new address and post the letter. That wasn't the problem. The problem was the envelope didn't have a stamp. He didn't post the letter from New York. He hand delivered it.

He was here. 

In Hawkins.

He had followed you from New York to the middle of bumfuck nowhere in Indianna.

"How long has it been since you slept?"

You looked up from your desk to find Hopper walking into the station and you quickly flipped the letter over so he couldn't see.

"Dunno." You shrugged.

He sighed walking over and leaning against the side of your desk.

"I get it. I didn't sleep much when I first found out about the Upside Down."

"It's not that." You replied, but instantly regretted it when he asked;

"Then what is it?"

A part of you wanted to tell him the truth. He was the Chief of Police if anyone could help it was him. But there was a small voice in the back of your head telling you that he wouldn't help. Hank was still a Police Officer. There was an unwritten rule between the boys in blue and that was you protected each other, no matter what.

That's what happened when you had tried to tell your old boss about it. He just swept it under the rug, no action taken not even a warning, nothing. But Hopper was different. He wasn't like those other officers, and he was your best friend. He could help you.

"Morning, boss. Morning, Y/N." Callahan greeted in a tone that was way too chirpy for a Monday morning.

"It doesn't matter." You replied quietly to Hopper before looking over at Callahan who was walking into the station. "Morning, Cal."

Hopper remained leaning against your desk for a few seconds like he was debating whether to push the topic or not before he eventually nodded.

"Alright. I got a bunch of statements to get through today. Powell has called in sick, so it's just you two on patrol."

"Copy that, Chief. I just gotta check my emails then we can head out, Y/N."

The rest of the day was spent in the patrol car with Callahan listening to him rant about his next-door neighbour. Listening to his problem kept you distracted from your own and before you knew it, you were walking back into the station at the end of the shift.

"Anything you want us to do before we head home, Chief?" Callahan shouted, already taking off his belt assuming Hopper would say no.

"No, you can go. Y/N, can I see you in my office?" Came Hoppers reply.

"Ohhh, you're in trouble." Callahan teased like a school kid.

You flipped the other deputy off, "don't let the door hit you on the way out."

Callahan snorted, "thanks. See ya tomorrow."

You walked across the office and knocked on Hopper's door that was slightly ajar.

"Come in."

You pushed the door open further and leant against the doorframe to find Hopper sitting at his desk with a troubled expression. Great, what had happened?

"Do you have anything you wanna tell me?" He asked in his serious Chief of Police tone that he rarely used on you.

That tone had you standing up straight at attention like you were back at the damn Police Academy about to get yelled at by your Drill Sergeant for square gating while trying to march.

"No?" You said, but it sounded more like a hesitant question than any form of answer.

You thought back to everything you and Callahan had done today, but it was a fairly quiet shift and neither of you had done anything that would get you in trouble, unless-

"Did Mrs. Colson file another complaint? I pulled her over for speeding again and-"

"Not that. This." Hopper said, cutting you off and holding up a piece of paper for you to see.

The letter.

Shit.

You glanced over your shoulder towards your desk where the letter had been sitting, but as suspected, it was gone.

"You went through my stuff?" You questioned, folding your arms across your chest.

"Flo was cleaning the office, it fell off your desk. She saw the first sentence and gave it straight to me." Hopper calmly explained.

"Damnit Flo." You muttered under your breath.

"Sit down." He ordered but his tone was gentler now as he pointed to the chair in front of his desk.

You sighed but did as you were told. Hopper placed the letter down on the desk and your eyes raked over the words that you had read nearly 100 times by now.

'Y/N, You think you can run from me? I've found you and not even your old partner can save you. I'll see you soon.'

"Who wrote this?"

You looked back at Hopper his voice was stern, but his eyes were full of worry.

"It's a long story." You sighed.

Hopper leant forward resting his elbows on his desk as he stared at you. "I have time. Now start from the beginning."

You took in a deep breath, hating how shaky it sounded as you thought about Hank and everything he had done.

"It was a few weeks after you left New York." You began to say. "I got assigned a new partner and he was... well, he wasn't a nice person. I mean, at first, he wasn't too bad. He was a bit of a dick, but most male Police Officers were assholes towards me, so it wasn't much different. I dealt with it. A couple years went by, but he just kept getting worse. I eventually told the boss, but Hank didn't like that and surprise, surprise, the Superintendent didn't care either. Things got bad after that."

"Bad how?"

"The details don't matter, but it ended in a restraining order and him getting demoted back down to beat cop."

"Restraining order?" Hopper questioned in shock.

"The restraining order meant nothing to him though. He still found ways to follow me. It actually made things worse. He tried to make my life a living hell because he blamed me for the demotion instead of his own stupid actions. But the boss wouldn't fire him or do anything about it, so I asked for a transfer. And then two days ago, this letter was at my door."

Hopper remained silent for a moment, his jaw clenched shut as he took this information in but the more seconds that ticked by, the angrier he looked.

"This asshole was harassing you even with a restraining order in place and now he's found your new address and sent you this threatening letter?"

You nodded, "yep."

"Jesus Christ." He rubbed his face with his hands. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." You lied.

Hopper gave you a pointed look, seeing straight through your obvious lie and you sighed.

"Okay, no. I'm not okay. I'm scared. Is that what you want to hear?"

"I'm not going to let him hurt you."

"He's still a cop." You pointed out.

"So?" Hopper responded like that wasn't a big deal. "He might be a cop, but I'm the Chief. Hawkins is my jurisdiction. If he steps foot in this town, he'll regret it."

You smiled softly, fiddling with your hands in your lap not knowing what else to say because this was the first time one of your bosses took your side and you had no idea how to respond.

"Hey." Hopper said, leaning over the desk and grabbing your hand. "You tell me if any more letters show up, okay?"

"Okay."

-

The following two weeks flew by without any more letters. You were starting to think that Hank had just been bluffing trying to scare you, which had worked but he wasn't in Hawkins. It was a small town, if he was here, you would have found out by now.

"I can't handle it. That stupid boy is always coming over to visit El." Hopper continued to rant like he had been doing for the past few weeks about Mike Wheeler. "I can't even remember a day when I didn't see him. He might as well pay me fucking rent for how often he's at the cabin."

You currently sat in the passenger seat of the Chevy with Hopper cruising through Hawkins on patrol. Downtown was quiet. It had been ever since the new Starcourt Mall opened up a couple weeks ago.

The mall was great. It had so many new stores and food shops, it even had a cinema. However, downtown had been impacted greatly by the malls popularity and just driving down what used to be the main street, it was obvious the stores here were struggling to get business.

"He's El's boyfriend, Hop. They're gonna want to spend time together." You reminded, glancing over at him.

"She's too young to have a boyfriend."

"Oh, really? I do remember you once telling me about your first kiss at the ripe age of 10."

Hopper's head snapped in your direction, "I did not tell you about that."

"You didn't. But drunk you is very talkative. I got a lot of details too." You smirked and Hopper groaned rubbing his face with his hands.

"When?"

"The night we solved that triple homicide in Queens. We went to the bar to celebrate and, well, you had a lot to drink."

"Oh, God. I barely remember that night. Didn't you have to drive me home?" He asked, glancing over at you.

"Yep. It was super late, and you were soooo drunk. Diane let me crash on your couch instead of driving home at 3am, but she was not impressed with you. Especially after you knocked over that lamp and woke..." You trailed off, unsure whether to finish that sentence or not.

Hopper never spoke about his late daughter. You could count on one hand the number of times he had mentioned her name since you moved to Hawkins. He didn't like talking about her, so you weren't going to bring it up, although it was obvious what you had been about to say and by the sudden silence in the car, Hopper knew it too.

"...I woke up Sara."

You glanced over at Hopper to find him staring straight ahead at the road while he drove. He didn't seem angry that you had mentioned her. He didn't seem sad either, in fact, he was almost smiling.

"Sara was just a baby." He sighed, and yep, that was a definite smile on his lips. "The second that lamp crashed against the tiles I knew I was dead. Sara just started screaming and then Diane was shouting, and I just remember you abandoning me to go settle Sara, leaving me alone with my angry wife. Thanks for that by the way."

You chuckled, "I sure as fuck wasn't getting in the middle of your little domestic dispute that was for sure."

Hopper snorted softly before he pulled the car up in front of Melvald's General Store and you both climbed out and wandered through the front door.

"Hey." Joyce greeted from your left, and you glanced to the side to find her hanging up a large sale sign in the front window.

"Hey, Joyce." You smiled, walking further into the store.

"Hey. You busy?" Hopper asked, although by the lack of people in the store, you could probably guess the answer.

"You're our first customer, so..." She trailed off and Hopper must have pulled a face because Joyce sighed, "what now?"

"Don't even get him started. He's been complaining about the kids all morning." You teased, bumping your shoulder into Hoppers playfully causing him to push you away gently. "Okay. Okay. Hint received. I will be over there in that aisle, far away so I don't have to listen to this all again."

Hopper rolled his eyes at you, and you stuck your tongue out at him causing Joyce to laugh before you wandered off further into the store while Hopper began ranting about Mike and El to a new set of ears.

"I need for them to break up." You heard Hopper declare a few minutes later.

You snorted softly while flicking through a magazine you found pretending to be reading while actually just listening to Hopper bicker and moan because it was more entertaining than this Cosmo.

"That is not your decision." Joyce reminded.

"They're spending entirely too much time together. You agree with me about that, right?"

"Well, I mean, they're just kissing, right?"

"Yeah, but it is constant. It is constant. Okay? That is not normal, that is not healthy-"

"Tell that to 10-year-old you and Judith Smith behind the bleachers!" You shouted from across the store.

"You!" Hopper warned, turning around and pointing at you sternly, but you knew there was no real heat behind his actions. "You can shut up. I can't believe I ever told you that."

"You and Judith Smith made out when you were 10?" Joyce questioned in a mixture of disbelief and disgust.

Oh, shit, that's right. Joyce had gone to the same school as them.

You couldn't stop yourself from bursting out laughing causing Hopper to glare at you, but that only made you laugh harder before he turned back to Joyce.

"Ignore my Deputy, she doesn't know what she's talking about." Hopper responded, causing Joyce to raise her eyebrows, not believing him in the slightest. "Anyway, El and Mike-"

"You can't just force them apart. I mean, they're not little kids anymore. They're teenagers." Joyce continued to say getting back into the other topic.

You zoned out while she told him to talk to the kids and have a heart-to-heart with them. She grabbed a notepad and wrote down some words like a little script for him to follow to help guide him during his talk with the kids.

It was a good idea, but you were willing to bet that Hopper won't follow the script.

You sat on the edge of the register desk with a new magazine while Joyce made Hopper practice saying the little speech aloud, trying to get him to memorise it without looking at the notes.

"... to sharing our feelings... This isn't gonna work." Hopper declared, cutting himself off and shaking his head. "It's not gonna work. It's not gonna work."

"Yes, it will! I promise. Come on." Joyce insisted, but Hopper was already standing up still shaking his head.

"Maybe I'll just kill Mike. I'm the Chief of Police, I could cover it up."

"I think that's kinda, like, slightly illegal." You called out.

Suddenly, the shop doorbell jingled catching you all off guard because you had been sitting around for close to 20 minutes now and not one customer had walked in.

"Oh, a customer. Hey, Judith!" Joyce greeted, getting to her feet and walking over to the other woman.

Your head snapped up at the familiar name and you jumped down from the bench just as Hopper hurriedly made his way over to you as if he knew exactly what you were thinking.

"Judtih Smith?" You asked curiously walking over to her and Joyce.

The other woman looked over at you with a kind smile, "yes. That's me. Do I know you?"

Before you could say anything further Hopper suddenly grabbed your arm and started to pull you away towards the front door.

"Nope. My Deputy is new here. Sorry, we gotta go. Bye Joyce!" Hopper shouted over his shoulder, already pushing you out the front door while you tried and failed to contain your laughter.

Judith Smith. She was the girl that young Hopper had been kissing under the school bleachers. It was her.

What were the chances?

"Get in the car." Hopper muttered, gently nudging you towards the vehicle.

"But-" You tried to say between fits of laughter before Hopper cut you off.

"Not a word. Not a damn word."

-

The rest of your shift went by uneventfully. You spent most of it laughing about Judith Smith while Hopper pretended to be annoyed, but you knew he found it hilarious too. He just wouldn't admit it.

"Goodluck with El and Mike." You said, climbing out the car once you got back to the station at the end of the day.

Hopper sighed from the driver's seat, "thanks, I'm gonna need it."

You rolled your eyes, "you'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow."

Hopper waved and you closed the passenger side door before he reversed out the parking lot and you wandered over to your truck and climbed inside, ready to go home after the long shift.

Once home you slipped your boots off and threw your keys on the kitchen bench before going to your bedroom and grabbing some clean clothes, looking forward to a nice warm shower before cooking dinner.

You made your way to the bathroom, placing your clean clothes on the sink before you leant into the shower and turned it on, giving the old hot water system time to kick into gear and heat up. Unclasping your duty belt, you pulled it off putting it down on the sink before kicking off your pants and throwing your work shirt and clothes on the floor in a pile to deal with later.

You stepped into the shower, your body relaxing under the warm flow of water above. You could easily stand there for hours, but you definitely couldn't financially afford such luxuries, so you got to work on washing your hair.

You thought back to Hopper wondering how he was going with the kids while you closed your eyes and rinsed the shampoo out from your hair before blindly reaching for the soap.

Grabbing it from the holder on the wall, you were about to start washing yourself when you felt strange bumps on the side of the soap.

What the hell?

Wiping the water from your face with your free hand, you opened your eyes and looked down at the bar of soap in confusion. But your stomach dropped when you saw the bite mark on the side of the soap.

It was a human bite mark. There were teeth pattens on it.

Someone had bitten a chunk off your soap.

A horrible realisation hit you like a truck. It was Hank. It had to be.

He dropped the letter off at your front door weeks ago and now he had broken into your house and did this... wait, what if he was still inside?

The soap slipped from your trembling fingers, and you cautiously peaked out from around your shower curtain, but the bathroom was still empty.

He could still be in the house.

Oh, God.

Leaving the shower running, not wanting to tip him off that you were leaving if he happened to be listening, you stepped out and grabbed your oversized shirt from the sink with shaky hands and pulled it on, not bothering to dry yourself with a towel or wasting time with other clothes.

You slipped your handgun from the holster on your duty belt, flicking the safety off already knowing it was fully loaded.

Slowly, you reached for the door handle, your gun raised with one hand before you opened it, expecting Hank to be standing there but he wasn't. Cautiously you stepped out the bathroom, gripping your gun tightly with both hands before you began to sweep your house like you were trained to do, clearing rooms and searching for the suspect.

You did a full internal patrol of your own house, but he wasn't there.

Every door and window were double checked for signs of forced entry, but there was nothing. After making sure said doors and windows were locked and secure, you returned to the bathroom and turned the shower off.

The half-bitten bar of soap sat on the tiles of the shower, but you ignored it and hastily got changed before grabbing a duffle bag and shoving your required belongings inside. You slipped your belt around your waist, the gun back in the holster before you grabbed a plastic bag and put the soap inside.

A few minutes later you were back in your car and driving to the Police Station, the only place Hank wouldn't dare come to.

To your relief, Flo had gone home, and nobody was on nightshift minus Deputy Powell who was on call, but you knew he wouldn't come to the station unless a big job came up, so you had the place to yourself.

You dumped your bag on your desk and sat down but after nearly an hour in the office chair, you migrated out to the cells. The thin mattress in the cell wasn't too comfortable either, but eventually you dozed off to sleep. 

-

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Idiotic Hero

Summary: Nikki Sixx chooses a random fan from the crowd to come on stage and it happens to be you. But what happens when a person with a knife pushes through security and runs straight towards you both?

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Mötley Crüe & Reader

Word Count: 6k

Warnings- language, blood, serious injury, mentions of past drug & alcohol abuse

Part 1

Part 2

You awoke to the pungent smell of hospital disinfectant. Slowly you opened your eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before you.

Pain.

That was the first thing you really registered when you started to wake up. Sharp pain coming from your lower abdomen.

There was a faint beeping in the background, and it wasn't hard to figure out that you were in a hospital. But why? How long have you been here?

You closed your eyes trying to remember what happened before it suddenly hit you.

The concert. The knife. Nikki Sixx. Holy shit.

Your eyes snapped open as you looked down to find yourself lying in a hospital bed. Your Mötley Crüe shirt and black jeans now replaced with a faded hospital gown.

The ceiling above you was illuminated with a white, fluorescent light that had no right to be as bright as it was. The rest of the room was empty. You were literally in your own private hospital room and there was no way you could afford this.

The pain in your stomach was starting to get worse as you looked around to find an IV drop in your arm. You reached down gently brushing your hand over your lower abdomen feeling a thick bandage wrapped around your mid-section hidden by the gown.

Suddenly, the door across the room opened and you had to do a double take when Nikki Sixx stepped inside.

Nikki closed the door quietly behind himself not wanting to wake you. He took a sip of the shitty hospital coffee cup in his hand before he turned and then quite literally dropped the coffee when he saw you staring right back at him.

The brown takeaway cup fell to the ground. The plastic lid popping off on impact spilling the dark liquid over the floor. The bassist didn't seem to notice nor care as he limped across the room towards you.

Am I dead? You wondered as you stared at the rockstar by your bedside who you grew up idolizing. You were definitely dead. Was this heaven? Should you start looking around for Freddie Mercury and Bon Scott?

Nikki chuckled softly, "you're not dead, sweetheart."

Oh, you had said all of that aloud.

"Where-where am I?" You asked, your voice coming out rougher than you've ever heard it.

"Hospital. Your heart stopped twice in the ambulance on the way here. You're lucky to be alive." Nikki answered.

You nodded slowly trying to process that because, shit. That was bad.

If you were being honest, you were surprised that you were actually alive and breathing. Your memories after getting stabbed were fuzzy, but you remembered how much blood there had been.

There was so much blood. Nikki's hands were covered with it. Vince's scarf was soaked within seconds. How were you alive?

You must have zoned out for a few minutes because there was now a nurse standing at the foot of your bed writing something down on the clipboard in her hand.

"So, is she going to be okay?" Nikki asked eyeing the nurse almost worriedly.

"She will be. The knife missed any vital organs, but she did lose a lot of blood. She will be weak for a while and in a significant amount of pain, but the stitches are holding nicely. She should be able to be discharged tomorrow morning." The nurse answered before she looked over at you. "Do you have any questions, dear?"

You shook your head, and she gave you a gentle smile before walking out the room leaving you and Nikki alone. The bassist stared at you for a moment before he limped over to the chair by your bedside and sat down with a wince.

He was injured. Nikki was hurt because of you.

"I'm sorry." Your voice was barely above a whisper and if it was any softer, Nikki would have missed it. "I'm so sorry for pushing you off the stage. That's all my fault."

You chewed at your lower lip, eyes welling up with tears as you stared down at his bandaged ankle. That was your fault. Nikki Sixx was injured because of you.

"This wasn't your fault." Nikki hurriedly reassured seeming unsure how to deal with your sudden emotions. "You saved my life, Y/N. If it wasn't for you, I would have been stabbed and probably wouldn’t be here right now."

"I still hurt you though."

"A sprained ankle is nothing. If you had hurt my bass hand, we would be having a very different conversation." He joked causing you to crack a small smile.

You wiped the tears from your eyes and tried to sit up on the bed which turned out to be a bad idea because even the slight movement sent sharp pain shooting through your midsection. You let out a pained hiss as you dropped your head back down on the pillow and rested your hand over your stomach.

"Easy. Just take it easy. Is there anyone I can call for you? Friends? Family?" He asked already pulling his phone out, but you shook your head and his brows furrowed, "I can call someone for you. Let them know what's happened or-"

"I have no one." You whispered.

Nikkis confusion turned to almost sadness as he stared at you before simply nodding as he tucked his phone back into the front pocket of his jeans. It was clear the bassist wanted to ask more questions but didn't get the chance before the door suddenly opened and a familiar rockstar walked inside.

Vince Neil.

The singer sidestepped around the spilt coffee on the floor before making his way towards the two of you.

"Hey, you're awake. How are you feeling, kid?" Vince asked surprised that you were now conscious.

"Uh, okay." You answered hesitantly trying to process the fact that both Nikki Sixx and Vince Neil were in your hospital room.

"Any luck with the manager?" Nikki asked looking over at his bandmate.

Vince shook his head, "he called back and said they were still trying to figure out how that guy got inside the stadium with a knife. He's been arrested though, and the police are looking into it."

You were curious to know how long the man would get behind bars for stabbing someone but didn't get a chance to ask before the door to your room opened once again.

"Fucking hell, that's a tripping hazard." Tommy's voice suddenly said as you looked past Vince to find Tommy Lee tiptoeing around the coffee on the floor like it was a biohazard. "What happened, Sixx? Did you spill- oh, shit, you're awake!"

Tommy's face lit up when he realised your eyes were open, and he jogged the remaining distance until he was standing beside Vince.

"See, I told you that she would be okay!" Tommy exclaimed pointing at you with a bright smile. "She's a tough chick."

Nikki sighed from his seat beside your bed, "can you guys give me a minute with her?"

Vince nodded patting Tommys shoulder and leading the drummer back towards the door, "John has the car downstairs. We'll be waiting. We're glad you're okay, Y/N."

"Thanks, Vince." You smiled softly watching the two of them walk out the room before you glanced back at Nikki whose green eyes were already looking at you.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" He asked gently. "I... I'm not comfortable with leaving you here alone."

"I'm fine on my own." You answered sadly but honestly. "I'm used to it. You don't need to worry."

Your words didn't seem to comfort the bassist though. He stared at you as a million different emotions washed over his face, but they were gone before you could decipher any of them.

You looked away from him not knowing what else to say as you glanced around the room and suddenly came to a very horrible realisation and that fear must have shown on your face because Nikki sat up on alert.

"What's wrong?"

"What time is it? I was meant to check out of my hotel at nine and my flight was due to board at midday." I said looking over at him in sudden panic.

"Yeah, that ain't happening. Sorry." Nikki answered.

Fuck.

"I-I can't afford this. A private room? An ambulance ride? These stitches..." You began to say motioning towards the stitches hidden beneath your gown. "I could barely afford concert tickets for this trip. Now I need to buy a new plane ticket and-"

"Don't worry about it." Nikki said cutting you off.

"That's easy coming from someone with lots of money." You snapped but instantly regretted it. "Sorry."

He smiled softly, "I remember what it was like not having money. Hell, we used to live off $20 a week back when we started the band."

"I know. I read the book... well I've read all of your books. Tommy and Vince's too. I hope that's not creepy."

Nikki chuckled, "it's not."

You nodded biting your lip as you glanced around the private hospital room anxiously. You could only just afford the plane tickets and hotel room for this trip. You couldn't pay for hospital fees or a new plane ticket.

This concert was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Mötley Crüe was your favourite band, and you didn't know if they'd ever tour again, so you pooled all your money and savings together to pay for it. You had the budget down to the last dollar and it would've been fine, but you did not see this incident coming.

"I've already paid for your hospital bills. I'll organise for someone to collect your luggage from whatever hotel you were staying at." Nikki began to say like he could somehow read your mind.

You shook your head before his words actually registered in your brain. "Wait, you paid my hospital bill?"

"Yeah, and while you were busy freaking out just now, I've texted my manager to book you into the hotel we're staying at. You don't need to worry about money while you're here. I promise."

"Why-why would you do that?"

"It's the least I could do for what happened. You saved my life, Y/N."

"I just did what anyone would have done."

He shook his head, "not many people would've done that."

You opened your mouth to argue but knew a losing fight when you saw one, so you simply closed your mouth again and nodded in response.

"I'll let you get some rest. Someone will be by tomorrow morning when you get discharged, okay?" He explained gingerly getting to his feet before he began walking towards the door.

"Nikki?" You called out.

He stopped and glanced over his shoulder, "yeah?"

"Thank you."

"I should be thanking you." He smiled. "Get some rest, sweetheart."

Not long after Nikki left, a couple Police Officers showed up needing to take your statement about the events that took place during the concert. It didn't take long to tell your side of the story and they reassured you that the man would be behind bars for a long time. That was a silent relief, not that you were worried for your own safety but for Nikki's. That crazy man had been aiming for Nikki. Why he wanted to hurt the bassist was a question that kept you up at night, but it didn’t matter anymore. Nikki was safe and the man couldn’t hurt anyone else.

-

When you woke up the following morning it wasn’t to the sound of machines beeping, it was to the sound of a guitar.

You blinked your eyes open in confusion to find John 5 sitting beside your bed with an acoustic guitar in his lap. He was strumming away on the guitar softly while a familiar looking woman sat in the other chair beside him scrolling on her phone.

A small smile spread across your face at the sight of John 5 and his wife, Lita, before you heard something move across the room and you quickly turned your head and your eyes widened when you saw Brittany Furlan Lee looking out the window of your room.

You sat there silently for a few minutes looking between the three of them as your head swarmed with a million questions. The biggest question you had was why were they all here? Why would they care about you?

You were no one. You were a nobody to them. Just a strange girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or the right place at the right time... depends how you looked at it. But still, you were nobody, so why would they all be here?

"You might not realise it, but more people care about you than you think, Y/N." John 5's voice suddenly said.

You quickly turned towards him to find the guitarist looking at you with a gentle smile.

"But... why?" You asked in utter confusion. "I'm no one."

John chuckled softly and leant his guitar up against the wall before turning in his seat to face you.

"You saved Nikki. Which means you saved Mötley Crüe. You aren't no one."

"He's right." Rita spoke up, putting her phone down as she leant forward and smiled kindly at you. "My name is-."

"Rita Lowery. I know who you are." You replied causing the woman’s smile to brighten.

"How are you feeling, babe?"

You glanced to the side to find Brittany no longer looking out the window as she walked over to your bedside looking down to where your hand was pressed against your stomach with a concerned look in her eye.

"Like I've been stabbed." You answered bluntly without thinking but before you could say anything else Brittany started to laugh.

"Probably should have guessed that, huh?" She replied with a smile. "I'm Tommy's wife by the way. Brittany-"

"Furlan Lee, I know. You're awesome."

She was one of your favourite comedians and her podcast This Is The Worst had you crying from laughter during each episode. Brittany was so chaotic and had such a beautiful energy about her. Tommy was just as energetic and hyper too. They matched each other's vibes so well. They were perfect for each other.

"I like this girl." Brittany announced glancing over at John and Lita who both chuckled.

"I'll go see if the nurse is ready with those discharge papers." John said, picking up his guitar before walking out the room leaving you alone with quite possibly two of the most gorgeous women in America.

Lita pulled out a familiar looking bag from beside her chair and your eyes widened realising that it was your duffle bag from the hotel. How the heck did they get that?

"Nikki collected this from your hotel." She explained like she knew what you were thinking. "We figured you would probably want something clean to wear instead of those scrubs or your bloodied Mötley shirt."

That was really thoughtful. You hadn't even thought about that. You hadn't really thought about a lot since waking up in the hospital other than the fact that you had been stabbed on stage in front of thousands of people.

"Thank you so much." You said sincerely as you sat up and swung your legs over the side of the bed grimacing at the pull of the stitches before you stood up but nearly fell right back down onto the bed again.

"Whoa, whoa, easy. Are you okay?" Brittany asked, grabbing your shoulder to steady you as you rested your hand over the bandage under your scrubs with a pained hiss. "Do you want to sit back down?"

You shook your head. Lita was on her feet hovering by your side like she was worried you'd fall over which, yeah, okay, that was highly likely because black dots were dancing across your vision as you blinked your eyes trying to clear them.

"I'm good. I'm good." You reassured but the two women clearly didn't believe you as they gave you a doubtful look.

Brittany and Lita assisted you changing out of the hospital scrubs despite your embarrassment of not being able to do it yourself, but the women didn't make you feel bad or ashamed for it. They simply helped you and gave you gentle encouraging words when you saw how big the stab wound actually was and how long the scar was going to be.

John drove the three of you back to the hotel across the city and the girls helped you get settled ensuring you were comfortable and exchanging phone numbers for you to contact them if you needed anything. Brittany and Tommy had the room a few doors down while John and Lita were on the floor below. They weren't sure where Nikki or Vince were but knew they had rooms in this hotel somewhere.

Mötley Crüe were set to fly out tomorrow for their next concert but apparently Nikki had postponed it a few days to allow his ankle enough time to recover. Less than a week definitely wasn't enough time for a sprained ankle to heal especially since he would be on his feet for hours on stage at a time, but Nikki was a workaholic and never missed a show.

Everyone left you alone for the rest of the day. Brittany and Lita kept texting you though making sure you were okay and taking your pain meds every few hours. John even messaged you, no doubt getting your number from his wife and offered to drop off some food. He was a vegan and wanted Subway, but said he was happy to buy anything with meat if you felt like it, but you kindly declined.

You slept like a rock that night but awoke the following morning to a muffled voice coming from outside your hotel room door.

"Her heart stopped in the fucking ambulance, man!"

That was Nikki's voice. And he was talking about you.

"I know, I know. But... fuck, T-Bone, that would've been me if she hadn't pushed me out the way. And-" Nikki stopped talking abruptly but you couldn’t hear what Tommy was saying in response.

You slowly sat up in bed and took a couple of the pain meds with a mouthful of water. Brittany had sent you a text but before you could open it, Nikki continued talking.

"How do I not feel guilty? It should have been me! She's just a kid."

Nikki felt guilty for what happened. Why would he feel guilty? He wasn't the one who stabbed you. It wasn't his fault in the slightest.

Putting your phone down, you stood up gingerly and walked over to your front door and pulled it open. The bassist was pacing up and down the long corridor of the hotel with his phone to his ear listening to whatever his best friend was saying through the line.

"I'm not a kid." You spoke up announcing your presence as you leant against the doorframe.

Nikki spun around so quickly you feared he may have given himself whiplash as he stared at you in surprise.

"Tommy, I'll call you back." Nikki said not waiting for a reply before he lowered the phone from his ear. "You shouldn't be up."

"I got sick of laying down."

Nikki shook his head, rubbing his beard along his jaw. He looked angry. It wasn't a good look on him and it made you feel uneasy.

"Are you angry with me?" You asked your voice coming out a mere whisper as you bit your lip hating how fragile you felt right now as tears burned in the back of your eyes.

The thought of Nikki Sixx possibly hating you made you want to cry. You had loved and idolised him for so long, you couldn’t bear the thought of him hating you.

Nikki turned back towards you. The anger in his features vanished instantly when he saw the tears that were no doubt showing in your eyes. You ducked your head and quickly wiped them not wanting Nikki to see but it was too late. The bassist was across the corridor and in front of you in an instant.

"No. No. I'm not angry at you." He hurriedly reassured. "It's just... you shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have put yourself in harm’s way."

"I'm okay though. The doctors said I'll be fine-"

"No. No. You could have been killed. And there would have been nothing I could do to stop it. I watched you bleed out in my arms, Y/N." His voice broke and Nikki looked away. "That guy was after me, but it was you that got hurt. You could have died!"

His voice was heavy with shame, the same way his guilt weighed down upon his shoulders.

"Better me than you." You simply replied.

Nikki looked back over at you in disbelief, "how can you say that?"

"I'm nobody. I... I have no one. I literally have nothing to live for if I'm being brutally honest-" You began to ramble before he tried to cut you off.

"Y/N-"

"And you're Nikki fucking Sixx." You continued to say ignoring him. "The whole world would be heartbroken if you died. The band would be destroyed. Your fans, your family, your kids. Me! You have so much more to live for."

Nikki sighed lowering his head, but he didn't say anything for a moment as you remained silent leaning in the doorway unsure of what to do or say next. It was all true though. You had nobody. You had nothing to lose but Nikki had everything to lose.

"I'm not going to apologise for saving your life, Nikki."

The bassist lifted his head. His guilty green eyes meeting yours.

"You're an idiot for saving me, sweetheart." He whispered shaking his head.

"Maybe. But I'd do it again." You answered and you meant it. "It's not your fault. I made my own choice and I'd do it again. Well, I might not pull the knife out next time though."

The side of Nikki's mouth twitched up in a slight smile at your words.

"That's like the number one rule of getting stabbed. You don't pull it out."

"I panicked. It's not like I've been stabbed before!" You said defensively causing Nikki to chuckle softly which you were going to call a small victory.

-

Somehow you ended up at the airport following the band out onto the tarmac towards their private jet-black plane. Nikki had somehow convinced the pilot to detour to your hometown on their way to the next gig. It was going to cost a lot in fuel which you felt guilty for, but Nikki had insisted that it wasn't a big deal.

Brittany and Lita were walking either side of you while the guys all strolled ahead towards the plane. The two women had taken you under their wing over the past few days without hesitation. They were both so kind and down to earth. They made you feel welcome in Mötley Crüe's little group despite the fact you were a stranger to them all. They were both walking slower alongside of you on purpose, not wanting you to strain yourself or tear any stitches which you silently appreciated.

Nikki stood to the side allowing his bandmates to walk up the stairs into the plane first before he held his hand out towards you. It wasn't that you couldn't climb up stairs yourself. Your body had gotten significantly stronger since departing the hospital, but you still accepted his assistance because although you weren't as weak, the stab wound was still painful.

Nikki's hand squeezed yours gently as he helped you up the stairs before you walked into their private plane, but you came to a sudden halt when you saw the interior of it. Private planes were meant to be fancy with leather reclining seats and tables, you knew that, but were still shocked by how nice it was on the inside.

As your eyes raked over the expensive plane you spotted a group of men seated further down and your jaw literally dropped when you realised who they were.

Def Leppard.

Nobody had told you that Mötley Crüe and Def Leppard shared a private plane for this tour.

The band all glanced in your direction hearing Mötley finally board the plane. They all waved in greeting before the tall man with shoulder length silver white hair stood up and began walking down the aisle towards you.

"Holy shit, you're Joe Elliot." You mumbled under your breath but clearly you had said it a bit too loudly because Nikki snickered softly from beside you, his hand still holding yours.

Joe smiled, "that I am, love. And you're the girl who got the concert cancelled before Def Leppard could even get on stage."

Guilt washed over you, "I'm so sorry-"

"No, no, I'm taking the piss. I'm joking. You saved Nikki's life." Joe hurriedly explained nodding towards the bassist while looking at you with a kind smile. "I'm glad you're okay."

"You are okay though, right? Brittany said you were in pain and-" Tommy's voice suddenly said as he appeared beside you.

You smiled at the drummer's kindness, "I'm okay."

Relief flashed across the taller man's face before Brittany patted your shoulder gently.

"She's tough this one." Brittany said smiling at you. "I have to get you on my podcast. This Is The Worst. Something tells me you have a worst concert story to share."

The guys all laughed, and you grinned.

"Honestly? I still enjoyed the concert." You admitted causing both Mötley Crüe and Def Leppard to stare at you like you were crazy. "What? I'm an 80s rock fan. That concert was like a dream come true... until the whole stabbing thing."

"Jesus." Nikki swore softly under his breath, his hand squeezing yours. "You're something else, Y/N."

Everyone took their respective seats on the plane, and it wasn't long before you were soaring through the sky. The hostesses came around with trays of food and assortment of drinks. Nikki accepted a water not even tempted by the alcohol which you were silently proud of, and you did the same since antibiotics and champagne probably wouldn't be a good mix.

It was nice sitting beside the bassist while listening to Mötley Crüe and Def Leppard talk and laugh together throughout the plane. Their banter was quite entertaining, and it was nice to know that these two bands got along and enjoyed each other's company.

Nikki had his bad ankle resting on top of the coffee table trying to keep it elevated as per doctor's orders. It was no longer bandaged but even hidden beneath a sock, it was still visibly swollen. Nikki must have seen you staring at it because he suddenly reached over and grabbed your arm.

"It's not bad." He whispered ignoring the others all talking and laughing throughout the plane and instead focused on you. "Hey, look at me."

Reluctantly you shifted your gaze from his ankle before meeting those beautiful green eyes.

"My ankle is fine. It's you I'm worried about."

You tilted your head a little in confusion, "why? I'm fine."

Nikki gave you a pointed look that said he saw straight through your lie, and you averted your gaze fiddling with a loose thread on your jeans.

Soon you would be back home, and this would be over. You'd be alone in your shitty apartment and going back to your dead-end job. Life would go back to normal, but you didn't want it to. You didn't want to leave Mötley Crüe. You didn't want this moment to end because right now, you were on a plane surrounded by men and women who genuinely cared about you and back home, there was no one. Nikki seemed to know that too as his green eyes watched you sadly.

Sooner than what you would have liked, the plane was touching down in your hometown. The Def Leppard guys all hugged you goodbye wishing you the best before you followed Nikki off the plane surprised to find Vince, Tommy, John, Brittany and Rita all following too.

The pilot was already pulling your bag out from the cargo hold before Vince grabbed it from him. The pilot warned that they'd be taking off in 20 minutes after a quick refuel before he climbed back up into the plane leaving the group of you standing on the tarmac.

"It was so lovely to meet you, Y/N." Rita said, holding her arms out before pulling you into a hug.

"Take care of yourself, okay?" John suddenly said, joining the hug as he wrapped his arms around the two of you.

You smiled hugging them both back before pulling away just as Brittany threw her arms around your neck and hugged you tightly.

"Thank you for everything." You whispered hugging the other woman back.

Brittany chuckled softly before grabbing your shoulders and holding you in front of her. "No, thank you! And I'm serious about you guest starring on my podcast by the way. If you want to that is?"

Your eyes lit up, "I would be honoured."

Tommy strolled over throwing his arm around his wife’s shoulder as Brittany leant into his side, the two of them smiling at you.

"How does it feel to be Mötley Crüe's hero?" The drummer asked.

Mötley Crüe's hero? Yeah, right. Mötley Crüe were your hero. It wasn’t the other way around. Mötley Crüe had saved your life. You were simply returning the favour.

"Mötley Crüe were my hero first." You answered causing the smile on Tommys face to widen before he lowered his arm from Brittany and threw it around your shoulder instead as he pulled you into a side hug.

Tommy was surprisingly gentle for his big lanky frame as you wrapped your arm around him and hugged him back.

"Thank you for saving that assholes life." Vince suddenly said nodding in Nikkis direction causing the bassist to roll his eyes. "Look after yourself, kid."

You fought the urge to tell him that you weren't a kid but decided against it. You simply nodded in response slipping free from Tommys arm before Vince stepped forward and hugged you as well.

"Thank you for what you did on stage. I'm sorry for ruining your scarf." You replied hugging the singer.

Vince let out a small huff as he smiled, "scarfs can be replaced. You can't. Thanks for not dying."

The two of you pulled apart as Nikki grabbed your duffle bag from where Vince had placed it on the ground.

"I'll walk you out." The bassist suddenly said.

You opened your mouth to argue not wanting him to walk too much on his bad ankle but knew that arguing with the bassist was a waste of time. So, you simply nodded before turning back to the others.

"Thank you guys for everything." You said feeling tears beginning to rise in your eyes, but you forced them back.

There was no way you were going to cry in front of them. No way.

You gave them all a friendly wave before glancing up at the plane to find the Def Leppard guys all waving through the windows of the plane causing you to chuckle as you waved at them too before Nikki took your hand and began to lead you across the tarmac.

Nikki didn't say anything as the two of you walked towards the pickup/drop off area of the airport. His hand held yours tightly while he threw your duffle bag over his shoulder with the other. He wasn't limping as badly anymore, but his ankle was still clearly giving him pain, although he didn’t comment on it.

The bassist hollered a taxi waiting for the yellow vehicle to pull up before he placed your bag in the trunk and then turned to face you and spoke for the first time since leaving the plane.

"What's your phone number?"

Your eyes widened, "what?"

He snorted, "relax, I'm not gonna ask you out. I'm married. Although if I wasn't..." He trailed off with a gentle smile as he lifted his hand and cupped the side of your face. "You're beautiful and no one has ever done something as heroic or as stupid for me. So, thank you, Y/N."

His words had you utterly speechless as you stared at the man you had idolised since you were a kid. The same man you had on posters stuck on your bedroom wall. The same man who had saved your life and helped you at your lowest without even knowing it.

"Put your number in here." He instructed passing you his phone.

He had named your contact 'Y/N aka my idiotic hero' you smiled at the name before typing in your number and handing it back to him.

"Mötley are going to be touring again in 2025. We got a few small shows at festivals next year but 2025 will be big. I'm going to make sure we play a gig here in your hometown and I want you to come... only if you want to though. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to go after what just happened-"

"I wouldn't miss it." You answered cutting him off.

Nikki smiled, "well it's settled. I'll get you a backstage pass and everything to make up for only seeing half a concert."

The cab driver suddenly honked the horn, "you getting in or what?!"

Nikki sighed before reaching forward and wrapping his arms around your body pulling you into his chest as he hugged you. Tears started to burn in the back of your eyes once again at the realisation that this was it. But you were quick to hug him back just as tightly, the stitches on your stomach be damned.

"Thank you for saving my life. I still think you're an idiot for doing it though." Nikki said before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he pulled away.

You smiled, "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

Nikki snorted, "please don't."

"Can't make any promises." You teased causing Nikki to laugh before you glanced at the annoyed looking taxi driver. "I should probably go. Thank you for everything, Nikki."

"Here." The bassist slipped you $200 in cash. "Pay for the taxi with this."

You looked down at the money in your hand in shock, "Nikki, this is way too much."

"Buy yourself something pretty with the change then." He winked causing you to roll your eyes before he opened the car door for you. "Get home safe, sweetheart."

You nodded forcing your tears at bay hating having to say goodbye to him. You climbed into the back of the taxi and Nikki gently closed the door behind you. He gave you a small reassuring smile and you mustered up the courage to smile back despite wanting nothing more than to cry as you waved goodbye just as the taxi began to drive off.

Once the taxi got a few hundred metres down the road and the bassist was no longer in eyeshot, the tears began to spill down your cheeks like a waterfall. This time, you didn't try to stop them as you covered your face with your hands and silently cried.

A few minutes later your phone vibrated in your pocket. You pulled it out and found a text message from a random number.

'Forgot to send this earlier. You have my number now, so please don't hesitate to call or text me. Oh and it's Nikki Sixx by the way. Thank you again for everything xx'

You let out a wet chuckle, tears still trickling down your face as you smiled at Nikki's message.

-

*6 months later*

You sat behind your desk at work eyeing the time at the bottom corner of the screen wishing it would tick by faster when suddenly your phone buzzed.

'1 New Message from: Nikki Sixx'

You smiled at the notification that had become quite common since you parted ways. Nikki was the first to message you because there was no way in hell you were going to text him first. You didn't want to annoy him and figured he probably wouldn't want to talk to you. But he had asked how you were, and you asked about his ankle. From there the messaging became frequent and ranged from simple day to day chitchat to random photos of his dog. It was nice though and dare you say it, you were friends.

It had taken a while for you to get used to that. Nikki had been your idol for so long and he was now someone you considered a friend. Hell, even the rest of the guys from Mötley Crüe had your number too and would text you from time to time.

You opened Nikki's latest message, and all it said were two words; 'Check Twitter'

Frowning in confusion you opened up the app before searching Nikki's profile to find that he just posted something two minutes ago.

You dropped your phone on your desk staring at the excel spreadsheet on the computer screen in front of you as you covered your mouth with your hands trying to contain your excitement.

Holy shit. He wrote a song about you.

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Idiotic Hero

Summary: Nikki Sixx chooses a random fan from the crowd to come on stage and it happens to be you. But what happens when a person with a knife pushes through security and runs straight towards you both?

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Mötley Crüe & Reader

Word Count: 6k

Warnings- language, blood, serious injury, mentions of past drug & alcohol abuse

Part 1

Part 2

You awoke to the pungent smell of hospital disinfectant. Slowly you opened your eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before you.

Pain.

That was the first thing you really registered when you started to wake up. Sharp pain coming from your lower abdomen.

There was a faint beeping in the background, and it wasn't hard to figure out that you were in a hospital. But why? How long have you been here?

You closed your eyes trying to remember what happened before it suddenly hit you.

The concert. The knife. Nikki Sixx. Holy shit.

Your eyes snapped open as you looked down to find yourself lying in a hospital bed. Your Mötley Crüe shirt and black jeans now replaced with a faded hospital gown.

The ceiling above you was illuminated with a white, fluorescent light that had no right to be as bright as it was. The rest of the room was empty. You were literally in your own private hospital room and there was no way you could afford this.

The pain in your stomach was starting to get worse as you looked around to find an IV drop in your arm. You reached down gently brushing your hand over your lower abdomen feeling a thick bandage wrapped around your mid-section hidden by the gown.

Suddenly, the door across the room opened and you had to do a double take when Nikki Sixx stepped inside.

Nikki closed the door quietly behind himself not wanting to wake you. He took a sip of the shitty hospital coffee cup in his hand before he turned and then quite literally dropped the coffee when he saw you staring right back at him.

The brown takeaway cup fell to the ground. The plastic lid popping off on impact spilling the dark liquid over the floor. The bassist didn't seem to notice nor care as he limped across the room towards you.

Am I dead? You wondered as you stared at the rockstar by your bedside who you grew up idolizing. You were definitely dead. Was this heaven? Should you start looking around for Freddie Mercury and Bon Scott?

Nikki chuckled softly, "you're not dead, sweetheart."

Oh, you had said all of that aloud.

"Where-where am I?" You asked, your voice coming out rougher than you've ever heard it.

"Hospital. Your heart stopped twice in the ambulance on the way here. You're lucky to be alive." Nikki answered.

You nodded slowly trying to process that because, shit. That was bad.

If you were being honest, you were surprised that you were actually alive and breathing. Your memories after getting stabbed were fuzzy, but you remembered how much blood there had been.

There was so much blood. Nikki's hands were covered with it. Vince's scarf was soaked within seconds. How were you alive?

You must have zoned out for a few minutes because there was now a nurse standing at the foot of your bed writing something down on the clipboard in her hand.

"So, is she going to be okay?" Nikki asked eyeing the nurse almost worriedly.

"She will be. The knife missed any vital organs, but she did lose a lot of blood. She will be weak for a while and in a significant amount of pain, but the stitches are holding nicely. She should be able to be discharged tomorrow morning." The nurse answered before she looked over at you. "Do you have any questions, dear?"

You shook your head, and she gave you a gentle smile before walking out the room leaving you and Nikki alone. The bassist stared at you for a moment before he limped over to the chair by your bedside and sat down with a wince.

He was injured. Nikki was hurt because of you.

"I'm sorry." Your voice was barely above a whisper and if it was any softer, Nikki would have missed it. "I'm so sorry for pushing you off the stage. That's all my fault."

You chewed at your lower lip, eyes welling up with tears as you stared down at his bandaged ankle. That was your fault. Nikki Sixx was injured because of you.

"This wasn't your fault." Nikki hurriedly reassured seeming unsure how to deal with your sudden emotions. "You saved my life, Y/N. If it wasn't for you, I would have been stabbed and probably wouldn’t be here right now."

"I still hurt you though."

"A sprained ankle is nothing. If you had hurt my bass hand, we would be having a very different conversation." He joked causing you to crack a small smile.

You wiped the tears from your eyes and tried to sit up on the bed which turned out to be a bad idea because even the slight movement sent sharp pain shooting through your midsection. You let out a pained hiss as you dropped your head back down on the pillow and rested your hand over your stomach.

"Easy. Just take it easy. Is there anyone I can call for you? Friends? Family?" He asked already pulling his phone out, but you shook your head and his brows furrowed, "I can call someone for you. Let them know what's happened or-"

"I have no one." You whispered.

Nikkis confusion turned to almost sadness as he stared at you before simply nodding as he tucked his phone back into the front pocket of his jeans. It was clear the bassist wanted to ask more questions but didn't get the chance before the door suddenly opened and a familiar rockstar walked inside.

Vince Neil.

The singer sidestepped around the spilt coffee on the floor before making his way towards the two of you.

"Hey, you're awake. How are you feeling, kid?" Vince asked surprised that you were now conscious.

"Uh, okay." You answered hesitantly trying to process the fact that both Nikki Sixx and Vince Neil were in your hospital room.

"Any luck with the manager?" Nikki asked looking over at his bandmate.

Vince shook his head, "he called back and said they were still trying to figure out how that guy got inside the stadium with a knife. He's been arrested though, and the police are looking into it."

You were curious to know how long the man would get behind bars for stabbing someone but didn't get a chance to ask before the door to your room opened once again.

"Fucking hell, that's a tripping hazard." Tommy's voice suddenly said as you looked past Vince to find Tommy Lee tiptoeing around the coffee on the floor like it was a biohazard. "What happened, Sixx? Did you spill- oh, shit, you're awake!"

Tommy's face lit up when he realised your eyes were open, and he jogged the remaining distance until he was standing beside Vince.

"See, I told you that she would be okay!" Tommy exclaimed pointing at you with a bright smile. "She's a tough chick."

Nikki sighed from his seat beside your bed, "can you guys give me a minute with her?"

Vince nodded patting Tommys shoulder and leading the drummer back towards the door, "John has the car downstairs. We'll be waiting. We're glad you're okay, Y/N."

"Thanks, Vince." You smiled softly watching the two of them walk out the room before you glanced back at Nikki whose green eyes were already looking at you.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" He asked gently. "I... I'm not comfortable with leaving you here alone."

"I'm fine on my own." You answered sadly but honestly. "I'm used to it. You don't need to worry."

Your words didn't seem to comfort the bassist though. He stared at you as a million different emotions washed over his face, but they were gone before you could decipher any of them.

You looked away from him not knowing what else to say as you glanced around the room and suddenly came to a very horrible realisation and that fear must have shown on your face because Nikki sat up on alert.

"What's wrong?"

"What time is it? I was meant to check out of my hotel at nine and my flight was due to board at midday." I said looking over at him in sudden panic.

"Yeah, that ain't happening. Sorry." Nikki answered.

Fuck.

"I-I can't afford this. A private room? An ambulance ride? These stitches..." You began to say motioning towards the stitches hidden beneath your gown. "I could barely afford concert tickets for this trip. Now I need to buy a new plane ticket and-"

"Don't worry about it." Nikki said cutting you off.

"That's easy coming from someone with lots of money." You snapped but instantly regretted it. "Sorry."

He smiled softly, "I remember what it was like not having money. Hell, we used to live off $20 a week back when we started the band."

"I know. I read the book... well I've read all of your books. Tommy and Vince's too. I hope that's not creepy."

Nikki chuckled, "it's not."

You nodded biting your lip as you glanced around the private hospital room anxiously. You could only just afford the plane tickets and hotel room for this trip. You couldn't pay for hospital fees or a new plane ticket.

This concert was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Mötley Crüe was your favourite band, and you didn't know if they'd ever tour again, so you pooled all your money and savings together to pay for it. You had the budget down to the last dollar and it would've been fine, but you did not see this incident coming.

"I've already paid for your hospital bills. I'll organise for someone to collect your luggage from whatever hotel you were staying at." Nikki began to say like he could somehow read your mind.

You shook your head before his words actually registered in your brain. "Wait, you paid my hospital bill?"

"Yeah, and while you were busy freaking out just now, I've texted my manager to book you into the hotel we're staying at. You don't need to worry about money while you're here. I promise."

"Why-why would you do that?"

"It's the least I could do for what happened. You saved my life, Y/N."

"I just did what anyone would have done."

He shook his head, "not many people would've done that."

You opened your mouth to argue but knew a losing fight when you saw one, so you simply closed your mouth again and nodded in response.

"I'll let you get some rest. Someone will be by tomorrow morning when you get discharged, okay?" He explained gingerly getting to his feet before he began walking towards the door.

"Nikki?" You called out.

He stopped and glanced over his shoulder, "yeah?"

"Thank you."

"I should be thanking you." He smiled. "Get some rest, sweetheart."

Not long after Nikki left, a couple Police Officers showed up needing to take your statement about the events that took place during the concert. It didn't take long to tell your side of the story and they reassured you that the man would be behind bars for a long time. That was a silent relief, not that you were worried for your own safety but for Nikki's. That crazy man had been aiming for Nikki. Why he wanted to hurt the bassist was a question that kept you up at night, but it didn’t matter anymore. Nikki was safe and the man couldn’t hurt anyone else.

-

When you woke up the following morning it wasn’t to the sound of machines beeping, it was to the sound of a guitar.

You blinked your eyes open in confusion to find John 5 sitting beside your bed with an acoustic guitar in his lap. He was strumming away on the guitar softly while a familiar looking woman sat in the other chair beside him scrolling on her phone.

A small smile spread across your face at the sight of John 5 and his wife, Rita, before you heard something move across the room and you quickly turned your head and your eyes widened when you saw Brittany Furlan Lee looking out the window of your room.

You sat there silently for a few minutes looking between the three of them as your head swarmed with a million questions. The biggest question you had was why were they all here? Why would they care about you?

You were no one. You were a nobody to them. Just a strange girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or the right place at the right time... depends how you looked at it. But still, you were nobody, so why would they all be here?

"You might not realise it, but more people care about you than you think, Y/N." John 5's voice suddenly said.

You quickly turned towards him to find the guitarist looking at you with a gentle smile.

"But... why?" You asked in utter confusion. "I'm no one."

John chuckled softly and leant his guitar up against the wall before turning in his seat to face you.

"You saved Nikki. Which means you saved Mötley Crüe. You aren't no one."

"He's right." Rita spoke up, putting her phone down as she leant forward and smiled kindly at you. "My name is-."

"Rita Lowery. I know who you are." You replied causing the woman’s smile to brighten.

"How are you feeling, babe?"

You glanced to the side to find Brittany no longer looking out the window as she walked over to your bedside looking down to where your hand was pressed against your stomach with a concerned look in her eye.

"Like I've been stabbed." You answered bluntly without thinking but before you could say anything else Brittany started to laugh.

"Probably should have guessed that, huh?" She replied with a smile. "I'm Tommy's wife by the way. Brittany-"

"Furlan Lee, I know. You're awesome."

She was one of your favourite comedians and her podcast This Is The Worst had you crying from laughter during each episode. Brittany was so chaotic and had such a beautiful energy about her. Tommy was just as energetic and hyper too. They matched each other's vibes so well. They were perfect for each other.

"I like this girl." Brittany announced glancing over at John and Rita who both chuckled.

"I'll go see if the nurse is ready with those discharge papers." John said, picking up his guitar before walking out the room leaving you alone with quite possibly two of the most gorgeous women in America.

Lita pulled out a familiar looking bag from beside her chair and your eyes widened realising that it was your duffle bag from the hotel. How the heck did they get that?

"Nikki collected this from your hotel." She explained like she knew what you were thinking. "We figured you would probably want something clean to wear instead of those scrubs or your bloodied Mötley shirt."

That was really thoughtful. You hadn't even thought about that. You hadn't really thought about a lot since waking up in the hospital other than the fact that you had been stabbed on stage in front of thousands of people.

"Thank you so much." You said sincerely as you sat up and swung your legs over the side of the bed grimacing at the pull of the stitches before you stood up but nearly fell right back down onto the bed again.

"Whoa, whoa, easy. Are you okay?" Brittany asked, grabbing your shoulder to steady you as you rested your hand over the bandage under your scrubs with a pained hiss. "Do you want to sit back down?"

You shook your head. Rita was on her feet hovering by your side like she was worried you'd fall over which, yeah, okay, that was highly likely because black dots were dancing across your vision as you blinked your eyes trying to clear them.

"I'm good. I'm good." You reassured but the two women clearly didn't believe you as they gave you a doubtful look.

Brittany and Rita assisted you changing out of the hospital scrubs despite your embarrassment of not being able to do it yourself, but the women didn't make you feel bad or ashamed for it. They simply helped you and gave you gentle encouraging words when you saw how big the stab wound actually was and how long the scar was going to be.

John drove the three of you back to the hotel across the city and the girls helped you get settled ensuring you were comfortable and exchanging phone numbers for you to contact them if you needed anything. Brittany and Tommy had the room a few doors down while John and Rita were on the floor below. They weren't sure where Nikki or Vince were but knew they had rooms in this hotel somewhere.

Mötley Crüe were set to fly out tomorrow for their next concert but apparently Nikki had postponed it a few days to allow his ankle enough time to recover. Less than a week definitely wasn't enough time for a sprained ankle to heal especially since he would be on his feet for hours on stage at a time, but Nikki was a workaholic and never missed a show.

Everyone left you alone for the rest of the day. Brittany and Rita kept texting you though making sure you were okay and taking your pain meds every few hours. John even messaged you, no doubt getting your number from his wife and offered to drop off some food. He was a vegan and wanted Subway, but said he was happy to buy anything with meat if you felt like it, but you kindly declined.

You slept like a rock that night but awoke the following morning to a muffled voice coming from outside your hotel room door.

"Her heart stopped in the fucking ambulance, man!"

That was Nikki's voice. And he was talking about you.

"I know, I know. But... fuck, T-Bone, that would've been me if she hadn't pushed me out the way. And-" Nikki stopped talking abruptly but you couldn’t hear what Tommy was saying in response.

You slowly sat up in bed and took a couple of the pain meds with a mouthful of water. Brittany had sent you a text but before you could open it, Nikki continued talking.

"How do I not feel guilty? It should have been me! She's just a kid."

Nikki felt guilty for what happened. Why would he feel guilty? He wasn't the one who stabbed you. It wasn't his fault in the slightest.

Putting your phone down, you stood up gingerly and walked over to your front door and pulled it open. The bassist was pacing up and down the long corridor of the hotel with his phone to his ear listening to whatever his best friend was saying through the line.

"I'm not a kid." You spoke up announcing your presence as you leant against the doorframe.

Nikki spun around so quickly you feared he may have given himself whiplash as he stared at you in surprise.

"Tommy, I'll call you back." Nikki said not waiting for a reply before he lowered the phone from his ear. "You shouldn't be up."

"I got sick of laying down."

Nikki shook his head, rubbing his beard along his jaw. He looked angry. It wasn't a good look on him and it made you feel uneasy.

"Are you angry with me?" You asked your voice coming out a mere whisper as you bit your lip hating how fragile you felt right now as tears burned in the back of your eyes.

The thought of Nikki Sixx possibly hating you made you want to cry. You had loved and idolised him for so long, you couldn’t bear the thought of him hating you.

Nikki turned back towards you. The anger in his features vanished instantly when he saw the tears that were no doubt showing in your eyes. You ducked your head and quickly wiped them not wanting Nikki to see but it was too late. The bassist was across the corridor and in front of you in an instant.

"No. No. I'm not angry at you." He hurriedly reassured. "It's just... you shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have put yourself in harm’s way."

"I'm okay though. The doctors said I'll be fine-"

"No. No. You could have been killed. And there would have been nothing I could do to stop it. I watched you bleed out in my arms, Y/N." His voice broke and Nikki looked away. "That guy was after me, but it was you that got hurt. You could have died!"

His voice was heavy with shame, the same way his guilt weighed down upon his shoulders.

"Better me than you." You simply replied.

Nikki looked back over at you in disbelief, "how can you say that?"

"I'm nobody. I... I have no one. I literally have nothing to live for if I'm being brutally honest-" You began to ramble before he tried to cut you off.

"Y/N-"

"And you're Nikki fucking Sixx." You continued to say ignoring him. "The whole world would be heartbroken if you died. The band would be destroyed. Your fans, your family, your kids. Me! You have so much more to live for."

Nikki sighed lowering his head, but he didn't say anything for a moment as you remained silent leaning in the doorway unsure of what to do or say next. It was all true though. You had nobody. You had nothing to lose but Nikki had everything to lose.

"I'm not going to apologise for saving your life, Nikki."

The bassist lifted his head. His guilty green eyes meeting yours.

"You're an idiot for saving me, sweetheart." He whispered shaking his head.

"Maybe. But I'd do it again." You answered and you meant it. "It's not your fault. I made my own choice and I'd do it again. Well, I might not pull the knife out next time though."

The side of Nikki's mouth twitched up in a slight smile at your words.

"That's like the number one rule of getting stabbed. You don't pull it out."

"I panicked. It's not like I've been stabbed before!" You said defensively causing Nikki to chuckle softly which you were going to call a small victory.

-

Somehow you ended up at the airport following the band out onto the tarmac towards their private jet-black plane. Nikki had somehow convinced the pilot to detour to your hometown on their way to the next gig. It was going to cost a lot in fuel which you felt guilty for, but Nikki had insisted that it wasn't a big deal.

Brittany and Rita were walking either side of you while the guys all strolled ahead towards the plane. The two women had taken you under their wing over the past few days without hesitation. They were both so kind and down to earth. They made you feel welcome in Mötley Crüe's little group despite the fact you were a stranger to them all. They were both walking slower alongside of you on purpose, not wanting you to strain yourself or tear any stitches which you silently appreciated.

Nikki stood to the side allowing his bandmates to walk up the stairs into the plane first before he held his hand out towards you. It wasn't that you couldn't climb up stairs yourself. Your body had gotten significantly stronger since departing the hospital, but you still accepted his assistance because although you weren't as weak, the stab wound was still painful.

Nikki's hand squeezed yours gently as he helped you up the stairs before you walked into their private plane, but you came to a sudden halt when you saw the interior of it. Private planes were meant to be fancy with leather reclining seats and tables, you knew that, but were still shocked by how nice it was on the inside.

As your eyes raked over the expensive plane you spotted a group of men seated further down and your jaw literally dropped when you realised who they were.

Def Leppard.

Nobody had told you that Mötley Crüe and Def Leppard shared a private plane for this tour.

The band all glanced in your direction hearing Mötley finally board the plane. They all waved in greeting before the tall man with shoulder length silver white hair stood up and began walking down the aisle towards you.

"Holy shit, you're Joe Elliot." You mumbled under your breath but clearly you had said it a bit too loudly because Nikki snickered softly from beside you, his hand still holding yours.

Joe smiled, "that I am, love. And you're the girl who got the concert cancelled before Def Leppard could even get on stage."

Guilt washed over you, "I'm so sorry-"

"No, no, I'm taking the piss. I'm joking. You saved Nikki's life." Joe hurriedly explained nodding towards the bassist while looking at you with a kind smile. "I'm glad you're okay."

"You are okay though, right? Brittany said you were in pain and-" Tommy's voice suddenly said as he appeared beside you.

You smiled at the drummer's kindness, "I'm okay."

Relief flashed across the taller man's face before Brittany patted your shoulder gently.

"She's tough this one." Brittany said smiling at you. "I have to get you on my podcast. This Is The Worst. Something tells me you have a worst concert story to share."

The guys all laughed, and you grinned.

"Honestly? I still enjoyed the concert." You admitted causing both Mötley Crüe and Def Leppard to stare at you like you were crazy. "What? I'm an 80s rock fan. That concert was like a dream come true... until the whole stabbing thing."

"Jesus." Nikki swore softly under his breath, his hand squeezing yours. "You're something else, Y/N."

Everyone took their respective seats on the plane, and it wasn't long before you were soaring through the sky. The hostesses came around with trays of food and assortment of drinks. Nikki accepted a water not even tempted by the alcohol which you were silently proud of, and you did the same since antibiotics and champagne probably wouldn't be a good mix.

It was nice sitting beside the bassist while listening to Mötley Crüe and Def Leppard talk and laugh together throughout the plane. Their banter was quite entertaining, and it was nice to know that these two bands got along and enjoyed each other's company.

Nikki had his bad ankle resting on top of the coffee table trying to keep it elevated as per doctor's orders. It was no longer bandaged but even hidden beneath a sock, it was still visibly swollen. Nikki must have seen you staring at it because he suddenly reached over and grabbed your arm.

"It's not bad." He whispered ignoring the others all talking and laughing throughout the plane and instead focused on you. "Hey, look at me."

Reluctantly you shifted your gaze from his ankle before meeting those beautiful green eyes.

"My ankle is fine. It's you I'm worried about."

You tilted your head a little in confusion, "why? I'm fine."

Nikki gave you a pointed look that said he saw straight through your lie, and you averted your gaze fiddling with a loose thread on your jeans.

Soon you would be back home, and this would be over. You'd be alone in your shitty apartment and going back to your dead-end job. Life would go back to normal, but you didn't want it to. You didn't want to leave Mötley Crüe. You didn't want this moment to end because right now, you were on a plane surrounded by men and women who genuinely cared about you and back home, there was no one. Nikki seemed to know that too as his green eyes watched you sadly.

Sooner than what you would have liked, the plane was touching down in your hometown. The Def Leppard guys all hugged you goodbye wishing you the best before you followed Nikki off the plane surprised to find Vince, Tommy, John, Brittany and Rita all following too.

The pilot was already pulling your bag out from the cargo hold before Vince grabbed it from him. The pilot warned that they'd be taking off in 20 minutes after a quick refuel before he climbed back up into the plane leaving the group of you standing on the tarmac.

"It was so lovely to meet you, Y/N." Rita said, holding her arms out before pulling you into a hug.

"Take care of yourself, okay?" John suddenly said, joining the hug as he wrapped his arms around the two of you.

You smiled hugging them both back before pulling away just as Brittany threw her arms around your neck and hugged you tightly.

"Thank you for everything." You whispered hugging the other woman back.

Brittany chuckled softly before grabbing your shoulders and holding you in front of her. "No, thank you! And I'm serious about you guest starring on my podcast by the way. If you want to that is?"

Your eyes lit up, "I would be honoured."

Tommy strolled over throwing his arm around his wife’s shoulder as Brittany leant into his side, the two of them smiling at you.

"How does it feel to be Mötley Crüe's hero?" The drummer asked.

Mötley Crüe's hero? Yeah, right. Mötley Crüe were your hero. It wasn’t the other way around. Mötley Crüe had saved your life. You were simply returning the favour.

"Mötley Crüe were my hero first." You answered causing the smile on Tommys face to widen before he lowered his arm from Brittany and threw it around your shoulder instead as he pulled you into a side hug.

Tommy was surprisingly gentle for his big lanky frame as you wrapped your arm around him and hugged him back.

"Thank you for saving that assholes life." Vince suddenly said nodding in Nikkis direction causing the bassist to roll his eyes. "Look after yourself, kid."

You fought the urge to tell him that you weren't a kid but decided against it. You simply nodded in response slipping free from Tommys arm before Vince stepped forward and hugged you as well.

"Thank you for what you did on stage. I'm sorry for ruining your scarf." You replied hugging the singer.

Vince let out a small huff as he smiled, "scarfs can be replaced. You can't. Thanks for not dying."

The two of you pulled apart as Nikki grabbed your duffle bag from where Vince had placed it on the ground.

"I'll walk you out." The bassist suddenly said.

You opened your mouth to argue not wanting him to walk too much on his bad ankle but knew that arguing with the bassist was a waste of time. So, you simply nodded before turning back to the others.

"Thank you guys for everything." You said feeling tears beginning to rise in your eyes, but you forced them back.

There was no way you were going to cry in front of them. No way.

You gave them all a friendly wave before glancing up at the plane to find the Def Leppard guys all waving through the windows of the plane causing you to chuckle as you waved at them too before Nikki took your hand and began to lead you across the tarmac.

Nikki didn't say anything as the two of you walked towards the pickup/drop off area of the airport. His hand held yours tightly while he threw your duffle bag over his shoulder with the other. He wasn't limping as badly anymore, but his ankle was still clearly giving him pain, although he didn’t comment on it.

The bassist hollered a taxi waiting for the yellow vehicle to pull up before he placed your bag in the trunk and then turned to face you and spoke for the first time since leaving the plane.

"What's your phone number?"

Your eyes widened, "what?"

He snorted, "relax, I'm not gonna ask you out. I'm married. Although if I wasn't..." He trailed off with a gentle smile as he lifted his hand and cupped the side of your face. "You're beautiful and no one has ever done something as heroic or as stupid for me. So, thank you, Y/N."

His words had you utterly speechless as you stared at the man you had idolised since you were a kid. The same man you had on posters stuck on your bedroom wall. The same man who had saved your life and helped you at your lowest without even knowing it.

"Put your number in here." He instructed passing you his phone.

He had named your contact 'Y/N aka my idiotic hero' you smiled at the name before typing in your number and handing it back to him.

"Mötley are going to be touring again in 2025. We got a few small shows at festivals next year but 2025 will be big. I'm going to make sure we play a gig here in your hometown and I want you to come... only if you want to though. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to go after what just happened-"

"I wouldn't miss it." You answered cutting him off.

Nikki smiled, "well it's settled. I'll get you a backstage pass and everything to make up for only seeing half a concert."

The cab driver suddenly honked the horn, "you getting in or what?!"

Nikki sighed before reaching forward and wrapping his arms around your body pulling you into his chest as he hugged you. Tears started to burn in the back of your eyes once again at the realisation that this was it. But you were quick to hug him back just as tightly, the stitches on your stomach be damned.

"Thank you for saving my life. I still think you're an idiot for doing it though." Nikki said before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he pulled away.

You smiled, "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

Nikki snorted, "please don't."

"Can't make any promises." You teased causing Nikki to laugh before you glanced at the annoyed looking taxi driver. "I should probably go. Thank you for everything, Nikki."

"Here." The bassist slipped you $200 in cash. "Pay for the taxi with this."

You looked down at the money in your hand in shock, "Nikki, this is way too much."

"Buy yourself something pretty with the change then." He winked causing you to roll your eyes before he opened the car door for you. "Get home safe, sweetheart."

You nodded forcing your tears at bay hating having to say goodbye to him. You climbed into the back of the taxi and Nikki gently closed the door behind you. He gave you a small reassuring smile and you mustered up the courage to smile back despite wanting nothing more than to cry as you waved goodbye just as the taxi began to drive off.

Once the taxi got a few hundred metres down the road and the bassist was no longer in eyeshot, the tears began to spill down your cheeks like a waterfall. This time, you didn't try to stop them as you covered your face with your hands and silently cried.

A few minutes later your phone vibrated in your pocket. You pulled it out and found a text message from a random number.

'Forgot to send this earlier. You have my number now, so please don't hesitate to call or text me. Oh and it's Nikki Sixx by the way. Thank you again for everything xx'

You let out a wet chuckle, tears still trickling down your face as you smiled at Nikki's message.

-

*6 months later*

You sat behind your desk at work eyeing the time at the bottom corner of the screen wishing it would tick by faster when suddenly your phone buzzed.

'1 New Message from: Nikki Sixx'

You smiled at the notification that had become quite common since you parted ways. Nikki was the first to message you because there was no way in hell you were going to text him first. You didn't want to annoy him and figured he probably wouldn't want to talk to you. But he had asked how you were, and you asked about his ankle. From there the messaging became frequent and ranged from simple day to day chitchat to random photos of his dog. It was nice though and dare you say it, you were friends.

It had taken a while for you to get used to that. Nikki had been your idol for so long and he was now someone you considered a friend. Hell, even the rest of the guys from Mötley Crüe had your number too and would text you from time to time.

You opened Nikki's latest message, and all it said were two words; 'Check Twitter'

Frowning in confusion you opened up the app before searching Nikki's profile to find that he just posted something two minutes ago.

You dropped your phone on your desk staring at the excel spreadsheet on the computer screen in front of you as you covered your mouth with your hands trying to contain your excitement.

Holy shit. He wrote a song about you.

-

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Idiotic Hero

Summary: Nikki Sixx chooses a random fan from the crowd to come on stage and it happens to be you. But what happens when a person with a knife pushes through security and runs straight towards you both?

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Mötley Crüe & Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings- language, blood, serious injury, mentions of past drug & alcohol abuse

Part 1

The World Tour: Mötley Crüe and Def Leppard.

It was actually happening. Eight years since Mötley Crüe's 'final tour' in 2015 and they were back performing live not just in front of crowds on a stage but in front of tens of thousands of fans in stadiums all across the world.

You couldn't stop pinching yourself as you leant against the barricade in the front row of their concert. How you even managed to get such great tickets was a question you still couldn't answer but you were so incredibly happy.

Growing up your father raised you on rock music. Mötley Crüe, Aerosmith, AC/DC, Guns 'N Roses, Bon Jovi, Alice Cooper, the list was basically infinite.

There was no shortage of rock music in your childhood house. Your father was the one who introduced you to Mötley Crüe, but little five-year-old you had no idea how far your obsession and hyper-fixation with this band would go.

From listening to Girls Girls Girls in the back of your father's truck on the way to school to blasting Kickstart My Heart many years later while driving home from your dead-end job. Mötley Crüe was your favourite band. As a child you enjoyed their music, blissfully unaware of the meaning behind some of their songs as you shouted the lyrics from the backseat. But despite liking their music at a young age, you never became a full-on fan or Crüehead until you were older.

Now, you understood the meaning behind their songs and lyrics... some quite questionable (yes, I'm looking at you All In The Name Of...) but they were still great songs that resonated deeply within you. Now you were older you were able to properly appreciate the music. Most of Mötley Crüe's songs were close to your heart. Afraid and Home Sweet Home more so than any others.

Being able to see them live in person was something you were still struggling to comprehend. Even now as you stood in front of the barricade staring at the empty stage in front of you waiting for the concert to start, it was still unimaginable. It felt as if you were dreaming. And you feared that your alarm clock would wake you up any minute. But that annoying ringtone never rang, instead loud emergency buzzing started as the large screens either side of the stage lit up with the words;

'NATIONAL ALERT Primary Entry Point System Issued an Emergency Action Notification'

If you hadn't been so obsessed with this band, you might have been worried reading those words and hearing the emergency alarm. But you had already seen YouTube videos of their World Tour concerts and knew the show was about to get wild. Literally.

The guitar intro for Wild Side started shortly after and you stood there mouth agape in awe as John 5, Mötley's new guitarist, appeared out of nowhere shredding on his guitar.

Many hated John 5 simply because of the fact he was standing where Mick Mars used to be. And yeah, you understood that. Mick Mars is an absolute beast with a guitar, but John 5 was a damn good guitarist too. From playing with Rob Zombie and Marilyn Manson, John 5 had the experience and the skill to continue on Mick's legacy with Mötley Crüe. And he was proving that right before your eyes.

Suddenly drums joined in with the guitar and your head snapped to the left in shock to find Tommy Lee sitting behind his drum kit. You had been so focused on John 5 in his long white coat you didn't even notice Tommy sneaking up on stage and by the screams coming from the mass crowd behind you, nobody else did either.

Then Nikki Sixx and Vince Neil rushed out from the side onto the stage, and you began screaming in pure happiness with the crowd.

This was real.

Mötley Crüe were here. They were right in front of you.

Holy fucking shit.

It was actually happening.

Your internal freak out was cut short when Vince began to scream those first words and suddenly everything else around you faded away as you got sucked into the music.

All your life issues and problems outside of this stadium vanished. All the stress and pressure from work, gone. Nothing else mattered in this moment as you stared at the band, at the four men on stage who meant everything to you.

"How you guys doing tonight?!" Vince shouted through the microphone after finishing Wild Side and Shout At The Devil. Hewalked up to the front of the stage staring out at the crowd who all cheered and screamed in response. "Now tell me, who likes to listen to the old shit?"

The crowd went ballistic and you right along with them as you screamed up at Vince who was smirking at the fans. Vince Neil was a showman. He loved performing and putting on a show for everyone. This was what he was born to do and even now at 62 years of age, he was still rocking it.

"How about something from the first album?" He asked and the crowd cheered so loudly it hurt your ears and Vince grinned turning back to his bandmates. "Let's do it!"

John 5 suddenly unleashed on his guitar, Tommy joining in with his drums and you grinned ear to ear recognising Too Fast For Love instantly.

Don't Go Away Mad Live Wire Looks That Kill The Dirt

Song after song and you were in pure bliss listening to them play while screaming along with Vince to the words. And when Tommy sat down behind the piano that got wheeled onto stage, tears were burning in your eyes before the song even started.

Home Sweet Home.

This song meant so much to you. After moving out of home young for your career and living over eight hours away from your friends and family this song hit you harder than any other.

You knew there was a chance you'd tear up during this song, but after the first few words "you know I'm a dreamer" you were done for. Silent tears trickled down your face as you sung the words that meant so much to you.

Nikki walked around the back of the piano patting Tommy's shoulder before he stood at the edge of stage right in front of you. His eyes scanned over the crowd in amazement. Even after 40+ years of touring you could tell that Nikki never took this for granted as he stared out at his fans in genuine happiness.

"But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low"

Nikki placed his hand over his inner elbow while Vince sang which only made you cry harder knowing all about his battle with heroin that had killed him back in 1987. You briefly thought back to his book The Heroin Diaries and all the pain and suffering inside those pages. Nikki had been through so much shit yet overcame his drug and alcohol addictions and was now living his best life. 22 years sober. You were so incredibly proud of him.

Suddenly, as if Nikki could somehow sense your thoughts his head turned, and his beautiful smoky eyes locked with yours.

"Take me to your heart." You sang in tune with Vince as Nikki placed his hand over his heart while maintaining eye contact.

You continued to sing the lyrics. Nikkis smile widening with each word. Tears were still trickling down your face, but you didn't wipe them away as you sang, and he eventually turned his attention away leaving you standing there feeling breathless.

Now that your eyes weren't locked with the bassist you took a moment to turn and look at the crowd yourself. Lights from phones illuminated the entire stadium. You stood there with wide eyes watching all the lights going round and round in tune with the beat while Vince sung his heart out.

After Home Sweet Home they got into Smokin' In The Boys Room. It was amazing.

As they continued through the songs, you occasionally caught Nikki looking at you. Sometimes briefly, just one flash of his beautiful smoky eyes before he was looking away again. But sometimes he'd hold your gaze for a few moments while he strummed away on his bass, and you sang the words to each and every song with so much passion and enthusiasm.

Nikki probably thought you were crazy. You knew every word to every song and hell, you were even sporting his signature black war stripes on your cheeks that matched his own identically.

"I wanna introduce you to somebody who's up here." Vince suddenly said through the microphone. "He's my brother. He's a badass. And he's a bass player. Give it up for Mr. Nikki Sixx!" Vince shouted pointing at the bassist in question who began walking to the front of the stage his bass no longer strapped around his shoulder.

Nikki and Vince fist bumped as they walked past each other. The singer disappeared off stage for a drink break with the rest of the band leaving Nikki alone on stage as he walked up to the microphone pole.

"Well, how the fuck are you guys doing?" Nikki called out speaking for the first time. "Anyone wanna come up here on stage with me?"

Your heart thundered in your chest like a drum as Nikki's eyes scanned the crowd before locking with yours. Then your heart quite literally stopped and all you could do was stare right back at him as he pointed at you and curled his finger up in a come here motion.

"Get that beautiful girl up here." Nikki ordered his gaze holding yours for a moment before he turned back to the rest of the crowd and continued to talk about the tour.

If someone held a gun to your head and told you to repeat what Nikki was now talking about. You'd be dead because you were not listening to a word the bassist was saying anymore as blood rushed in your ears. All you could focus on was the security guard walking over to you as you shakily began climbing over the barricade.

The guard helped you over safely before guiding you around to the side of stage and pointed at the stairs without a word.

Wait, were you meant to just walk up the stairs onto the stage? Did Nikki want you up there now? Oh, God you were panicking and overthinking this.

"I saw you singing every word to every song. Come up here." Nikki's voice cut through your internal panic as he appeared at the top of the stairs and held his hand out towards you.

Sucking in a deep breath trying to calm your nerves, you took Nikki's hand and climbed onto stage. And holy fuck there were a lot of people in that crowd. It was a never-ending sea of fans packed into the stadium and all of them were staring at you and Nikki.

"It's okay. Don't be nervous, sweetheart." Nikki whispered lowering the microphone so nobody else could hear him. "What's your name?"

"Y/N."

He smiled, "pretty name. It suits you."

You couldn't stop the small smile from spreading across your face at his compliment as you ducked your head feeling your cheeks blushing.

"It's fans like you guys that make all this possible." Nikki began to say into the microphone before he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. "And if you'll have us, we will be back soon I promise you that!"

The crowd erupted in applause and screams causing you to flinch not expecting it. Nikki's arm tightened around you ever so slightly noticing your reaction. He continued to talk to the crowd while holding you against his side. You allowed yourself to relax in his hold and leant into his touch getting memorised by his musky cologne.

It was hard to believe Nikki Sixx was 64. He still ran around on stage with his bass like he did back in the 80s. Well, maybe not as much. Nikki did used to drink Jack Daniels straight from the bottle and roll around on stage back in the day. His beard and hair were obviously dyed now, but he looked damn good for his age. The thick muscular arm holding onto you was enough proof to say that Nikki Sixx aged like fine wine. He was only getting better and better as the years passed.

"I have a very important question for you." Nikki began to say, and you tilted your head up surprised to find him looking right back at you.

Oh, he wasn't talking to the crowd anymore. He was talking straight to you.

His face was so close to yours you could smell a hint of mint on his breath. It was strangely refreshing.

You bit your lip nervously and nodded staring into his beautiful sea green eyes awaiting his question anxiously.

"What song would you like us to play next? It's your choice."

Oh my God.

The crowd all started shouting song names that you couldn't quite decipher as you held Nikki's gaze. He was smirking like he could see you suddenly panicking because despite the fact that you knew every single one of their songs from all the albums, you were coming up blank.

Nothing.

Not one song title was coming to mind.

"Give us a song we haven't played in years!" A familiar voice called out causing the crowd to cheer.

You glanced over your shoulder to find Tommy Lee strolling back onto stage with his drum sticks in his hands. God, he had aged like fine wine too.

Then Vince Neil and John 5 began to make their way back on the stage. Hell, all of Mötley Crüe had aged like fine wine, who were you kidding? John 5 was younger than the others but still looked fantastic in his 50s. Vince always copped so much hate on social media due to his weight gain, but fuck those haters because Vince Neil looked damn good for his age. And he had lost a significant amount of weight since their last tour back in 2015.

Mötley Crüe's good looks were not helping your sudden internal freak out though as you turned your head back to Nikki who was smiling at you like he knew what was running through your head.

"Afraid from Generation Swine or Knock 'Em Dead Kid from Too Fast For Love. You can pick which one you like better." You hurriedly answered the second your brain decided to actually function.

You were honoured to be able to choose the next song, but was worried that you'd pick a song the guys wouldn't like or a song that you couldn't remember very well. At least this way the four of them could decide which one they wanted to play themselves.

Nikki grinned, "I knew I picked you for a reason. You're clearly a fan. I like you."

Hearing those words coming from Nikki Sixx himself was something you didn't know you needed to hear. Your heart fluttered as you smiled at him but didn't dare trust yourself to speak fearing you'd either stutter your words and make a fool of yourself or just start bawling your eyes out from happiness.

"Fuck yeah! You have no idea how many people just pick the popular songs. It's boring." Vince's voice piped up through his own microphone.

"Why don't we play both?" John suggested.

Nikki glanced back down at you and opened his mouth to speak but then the crowd suddenly started shouting snapping his attention away from you abruptly.

The shouting from the crowd didn't sound right though. And by the way Nikki's body had turned tense on alert beside you, you knew something was wrong.

The fans in the crowd closest to the stage were all yelling and pointing at something behind you. Nikki quickly turned, his arm slipping from your shoulder as you spun around and that's when you saw the stranger running on stage.

Vince and John quickly backed away while security swarmed the area frantically trying to climb up onto the stage to stop the unknown man. Nikki raised his arm in front of your body almost protectively as the man turned towards you both with a crazed look in his eye.

Suddenly, he bolted straight towards you. But he wasn't looking at you. His wide eyes were zeroed in on one thing and one thing only, Nikki Sixx.

Security were hot on his tail. But the man was fast. Too fast. Then, he reached into his jacket pocket, and you saw a flash of a silver blade.

In a split second you realised two things; one, security weren't going to stop this crazy man in time and two, he had a knife and he was heading straight for Nikki.

Without thinking you pushed the bassist to the side not expecting your own sudden strength as Nikki fell off the side of the stage. But you didn't have time to worry if he was okay or not because the next thing you knew the crazy man crashed straight into you instead of his intended target.

You stumbled back a few steps at the impact but managed to keep your feet before shoving him off you. That was all the time security needed before they grabbed the crazy man who instantly started thrashing like a wild animal in their grip.

The crowd around you had turned eerily silent as they watched security struggling to contain the intruder. More guards jumped onto the stage to assist and eventually the group of them managed to get the man under control and began escorting him off stage.

Your heartbeat was skyrocketing. Body shaking with adrenaline as you breathed heavily watching the man still trying to fight the guards.

Wait, Nikki.

As if on cue, the bassist appeared out of nowhere after lifting himself up the side of the stage with a grunt before limping over to you. Guilt instantly washed over you because he was favouring his right foot and it clearly hurt.

"I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" You hurriedly questioned rushing over to him on instinct as you looked down at his boot worriedly.

"Am I okay? Are you?" He questioned in shock his eyes raking over your body looking for any signs of injury.

But then his face drained of all colour and his eyes paused over your midsection and widen into saucers.

You frowned and followed his line of sight and had to do a double take when you saw the knife sticking out your lower abdomen.

The man stabbed you.

How the hell did you not notice that?

Suddenly, it was as if a switch had been flipped and the adrenaline soaring through your veins began to subside and that's when the pain started. White hot pain radiated through your body like a fire burning from within.

"Oh fuck." Nikki swore under his breath.

Without thinking, you reached down with shaky fingers and grabbed the handle of the knife.

"Wait, don't-"

You yanked the blade out before Nikki could finish that sentence.

It hurt. You needed to get it out. But that did nothing to stop the pain though. If anything, it hurt more causing you to cry out as the blade slipped from your now bloodied fingers and fell to the floor of the stage.

Blood began to pour from the open wound like a dam bursting. Oh, that was a bad idea. That was a really bad idea.

You quickly covered the wound with your hand knowing you needed to keep pressure on it to slow the bleeding, but warm red liquid was already oozing out from between your fingers, staining your shirt and dripping down your pants.

The crowd was silent as the thousands of fans watched on in pure shock. Mötley Crüe concerts were never quiet. Even between songs the crowd were up and around cheering and screaming, but not tonight. Nobody moved. Nobody dared to speak as they all stared at you in the middle of the stage.

Everything around you started to turn blurry as you took a staggering step back. Your legs buckling from underneath you but before you hit the ground, Nikki's strong hands were on you. Gently he eased your body down onto the floor moving slowly not wanting to hurt you further as he laid you down.

Suddenly his hands were removing yours from the wound so he could take in the damage but clearly didn't like what he saw as he cursed under his breath. His hands quickly pressed down against the stab wound on your stomach causing you to whimper at the pain it caused.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. I need to keep pressure on it. I'm sorry." Nikki apologised, his sea green eyes filled with so much panic as he looked over his shoulder. "We need a medic!"

"We need a medic on stage!" Vince's voice repeated through a microphone loudly.

Nikki frantically pulled out the bandana from his back pocket and bundled it up before pressing the material against the wound. But the once blue and white fabric soon turned a dark crimson.

"Shit. Shit. Where's the medic?!" Nikki shouted desperately.

Vince suddenly appeared over his shoulder unsure what was going on but when he saw all the blood his face paled. The singer frantically ripped off his scarf and knelt beside Nikki pressing it down against the blood-soaked bandana causing you to wince at the pain.

"Fuck. What happened? Did he stab her?" Vince questioned taking in all the blood.

"He wanted to stab me. But she stopped him." Nikki muttered angrily through gritted teeth. "Where's the fucking medic?"

You glanced to the side just in time to see John 5 dropping his guitar and running off stage to find a medic as Tommy sprinted over but froze when he realised what was happening.

"I'm sorry." You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Shh. It's okay, save your energy. You're gonna be fine, okay? You're gonna be fine." Nikki reassured, but you weren't sure if he was trying to reassure you or himself.

"Get that fucking camera out of here!" Tommy's voice boomed in the background somewhere, but everything was starting to spin as your eyes fluttered shut.

"Hey. No, no, no, wake up. Y/N, sweetheart, open your eyes." Nikkis voice begged before a hand suddenly cupped the side of your face and you forced your eyes open to find Nikki's panicked green one's looking straight at you. "Stay awake, you hear me? Stay awake."

"Sixx, it's not stopping." Vince warned grimacing at the now blood-soaked scarf he was still using as a makeshift bandage over the wound.

"Damnit." Nikki hissed, pushing his hand down harder in attempt to stem the blood flow causing you to groan in agony. "Sorry. Sorry. I know it hurts. I'm sorry."

"Just hold on a little longer, kid." Vince instructed while frantically looking around for the medic.

"There-there are worst ways to die." You winced, your tired eyes flicking between Nikki and Vince before Tommy dropped to his knees on your other side. His shaking hands hovered over your stomach not sure what to do to help as he stared at you helplessly terrified. "Dying with... with Mötley Crüe by my side ain't a bad way to-to go out."

"No." Nikki shook his head. "You're not dying. Not on my watch."

"It's okay." You whispered, his bloodied hand still cupping your face.

"It's not okay. Nothing about this is okay. Fuck! You shouldn't have pushed me out the way-"

"It doesn't hurt anymore. It's okay." Your voice was becoming weaker as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"Shit." Vince swore knowing that was bad.

The guys all looked around at each other their fearful panicked expressions matching. They didn't know what else to do and you were fading fast.

"Over here!" John 5 shouted sprinting back onto the stage with two paramedics hot on his tail. "She was stabbed and- fuck, that's a lot of blood."

The last thing you saw was Tommy and Vince trying to pull Nikki away from you as paramedics rushed over before everything faded into darkness.

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A/N: I am writing this purely for myself and if anyone else happens to read and like it, then that's a bonus. The first part of this fic was based on my own personal experience during their concert last year but obviously everything after going on stage is completely made up.

If I was the girl he asked to go on stage I would either just start crying or pass out... maybe both.

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Idiotic Hero

Summary: Nikki Sixx chooses a random fan from the crowd to come on stage and it happens to be you. But what happens when a person with a knife pushes through security and runs straight towards you both?

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Mötley Crüe & Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings- language, blood, serious injury, mentions of past drug & alcohol abuse

Part 1

The World Tour: Mötley Crüe and Def Leppard.

It was actually happening. Eight years since Mötley Crüe's 'final tour' in 2015 and they were back performing live not just in front of crowds on a stage but in front of tens of thousands of fans in stadiums all across the world.

You couldn't stop pinching yourself as you leant against the barricade in the front row of their concert. How you even managed to get such great tickets was a question you still couldn't answer but you were so incredibly happy.

Growing up your father raised you on rock music. Mötley Crüe, Aerosmith, AC/DC, Guns 'N Roses, Bon Jovi, Alice Cooper, the list was basically infinite.

There was no shortage of rock music in your childhood house. Your father was the one who introduced you to Mötley Crüe, but little five-year-old you had no idea how far your obsession and hyper-fixation with this band would go.

From listening to Girls Girls Girls in the back of your father's truck on the way to school to blasting Kickstart My Heart many years later while driving home from your dead-end job. Mötley Crüe was your favourite band. As a child you enjoyed their music, blissfully unaware of the meaning behind some of their songs as you shouted the lyrics from the backseat. But despite liking their music at a young age, you never became a full-on fan or Crüehead until you were older.

Now, you understood the meaning behind their songs and lyrics... some quite questionable (yes, I'm looking at you All In The Name Of...) but they were still great songs that resonated deeply within you. Now you were older you were able to properly appreciate the music. Most of Mötley Crüe's songs were close to your heart. Afraid and Home Sweet Home more so than any others.

Being able to see them live in person was something you were still struggling to comprehend. Even now as you stood in front of the barricade staring at the empty stage in front of you waiting for the concert to start, it was still unimaginable. It felt as if you were dreaming. And you feared that your alarm clock would wake you up any minute. But that annoying ringtone never rang, instead loud emergency buzzing started as the large screens either side of the stage lit up with the words;

'NATIONAL ALERT Primary Entry Point System Issued an Emergency Action Notification'

If you hadn't been so obsessed with this band, you might have been worried reading those words and hearing the emergency alarm. But you had already seen YouTube videos of their World Tour concerts and knew the show was about to get wild. Literally.

The guitar intro for Wild Side started shortly after and you stood there mouth agape in awe as John 5, Mötley's new guitarist, appeared out of nowhere shredding on his guitar.

Many hated John 5 simply because of the fact he was standing where Mick Mars used to be. And yeah, you understood that. Mick Mars is an absolute beast with a guitar, but John 5 was a damn good guitarist too. From playing with Rob Zombie and Marilyn Manson, John 5 had the experience and the skill to continue on Mick's legacy with Mötley Crüe. And he was proving that right before your eyes.

Suddenly drums joined in with the guitar and your head snapped to the left in shock to find Tommy Lee sitting behind his drum kit. You had been so focused on John 5 in his long white coat you didn't even notice Tommy sneaking up on stage and by the screams coming from the mass crowd behind you, nobody else did either.

Then Nikki Sixx and Vince Neil rushed out from the side onto the stage, and you began screaming in pure happiness with the crowd.

This was real.

Mötley Crüe were here. They were right in front of you.

Holy fucking shit.

It was actually happening.

Your internal freak out was cut short when Vince began to scream those first words and suddenly everything else around you faded away as you got sucked into the music.

All your life issues and problems outside of this stadium vanished. All the stress and pressure from work, gone. Nothing else mattered in this moment as you stared at the band, at the four men on stage who meant everything to you.

"How you guys doing tonight?!" Vince shouted through the microphone after finishing Wild Side and Shout At The Devil. Hewalked up to the front of the stage staring out at the crowd who all cheered and screamed in response. "Now tell me, who likes to listen to the old shit?"

The crowd went ballistic and you right along with them as you screamed up at Vince who was smirking at the fans. Vince Neil was a showman. He loved performing and putting on a show for everyone. This was what he was born to do and even now at 62 years of age, he was still rocking it.

"How about something from the first album?" He asked and the crowd cheered so loudly it hurt your ears and Vince grinned turning back to his bandmates. "Let's do it!"

John 5 suddenly unleashed on his guitar, Tommy joining in with his drums and you grinned ear to ear recognising Too Fast For Love instantly.

Don't Go Away Mad Live Wire Looks That Kill The Dirt

Song after song and you were in pure bliss listening to them play while screaming along with Vince to the words. And when Tommy sat down behind the piano that got wheeled onto stage, tears were burning in your eyes before the song even started.

Home Sweet Home.

This song meant so much to you. After moving out of home young for your career and living over eight hours away from your friends and family this song hit you harder than any other.

You knew there was a chance you'd tear up during this song, but after the first few words "you know I'm a dreamer" you were done for. Silent tears trickled down your face as you sung the words that meant so much to you.

Nikki walked around the back of the piano patting Tommy's shoulder before he stood at the edge of stage right in front of you. His eyes scanned over the crowd in amazement. Even after 40+ years of touring you could tell that Nikki never took this for granted as he stared out at his fans in genuine happiness.

"But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low"

Nikki placed his hand over his inner elbow while Vince sang which only made you cry harder knowing all about his battle with heroin that had killed him back in 1987. You briefly thought back to his book The Heroin Diaries and all the pain and suffering inside those pages. Nikki had been through so much shit yet overcame his drug and alcohol addictions and was now living his best life. 22 years sober. You were so incredibly proud of him.

Suddenly, as if Nikki could somehow sense your thoughts his head turned, and his beautiful smoky eyes locked with yours.

"Take me to your heart." You sang in tune with Vince as Nikki placed his hand over his heart while maintaining eye contact.

You continued to sing the lyrics. Nikkis smile widening with each word. Tears were still trickling down your face, but you didn't wipe them away as you sang, and he eventually turned his attention away leaving you standing there feeling breathless.

Now that your eyes weren't locked with the bassist you took a moment to turn and look at the crowd yourself. Lights from phones illuminated the entire stadium. You stood there with wide eyes watching all the lights going round and round in tune with the beat while Vince sung his heart out.

After Home Sweet Home they got into Smokin' In The Boys Room. It was amazing.

As they continued through the songs, you occasionally caught Nikki looking at you. Sometimes briefly, just one flash of his beautiful smoky eyes before he was looking away again. But sometimes he'd hold your gaze for a few moments while he strummed away on his bass, and you sang the words to each and every song with so much passion and enthusiasm.

Nikki probably thought you were crazy. You knew every word to every song and hell, you were even sporting his signature black war stripes on your cheeks that matched his own identically.

"I wanna introduce you to somebody who's up here." Vince suddenly said through the microphone. "He's my brother. He's a badass. And he's a bass player. Give it up for Mr. Nikki Sixx!" Vince shouted pointing at the bassist in question who began walking to the front of the stage his bass no longer strapped around his shoulder.

Nikki and Vince fist bumped as they walked past each other. The singer disappeared off stage for a drink break with the rest of the band leaving Nikki alone on stage as he walked up to the microphone pole.

"Well, how the fuck are you guys doing?" Nikki called out speaking for the first time. "Anyone wanna come up here on stage with me?"

Your heart thundered in your chest like a drum as Nikki's eyes scanned the crowd before locking with yours. Then your heart quite literally stopped and all you could do was stare right back at him as he pointed at you and curled his finger up in a come here motion.

"Get that beautiful girl up here." Nikki ordered his gaze holding yours for a moment before he turned back to the rest of the crowd and continued to talk about the tour.

If someone held a gun to your head and told you to repeat what Nikki was now talking about. You'd be dead because you were not listening to a word the bassist was saying anymore as blood rushed in your ears. All you could focus on was the security guard walking over to you as you shakily began climbing over the barricade.

The guard helped you over safely before guiding you around to the side of stage and pointed at the stairs without a word.

Wait, were you meant to just walk up the stairs onto the stage? Did Nikki want you up there now? Oh, God you were panicking and overthinking this.

"I saw you singing every word to every song. Come up here." Nikki's voice cut through your internal panic as he appeared at the top of the stairs and held his hand out towards you.

Sucking in a deep breath trying to calm your nerves, you took Nikki's hand and climbed onto stage. And holy fuck there were a lot of people in that crowd. It was a never-ending sea of fans packed into the stadium and all of them were staring at you and Nikki.

"It's okay. Don't be nervous, sweetheart." Nikki whispered lowering the microphone so nobody else could hear him. "What's your name?"

"Y/N."

He smiled, "pretty name. It suits you."

You couldn't stop the small smile from spreading across your face at his compliment as you ducked your head feeling your cheeks blushing.

"It's fans like you guys that make all this possible." Nikki began to say into the microphone before he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. "And if you'll have us, we will be back soon I promise you that!"

The crowd erupted in applause and screams causing you to flinch not expecting it. Nikki's arm tightened around you ever so slightly noticing your reaction. He continued to talk to the crowd while holding you against his side. You allowed yourself to relax in his hold and leant into his touch getting memorised by his musky cologne.

It was hard to believe Nikki Sixx was 64. He still ran around on stage with his bass like he did back in the 80s. Well, maybe not as much. Nikki did used to drink Jack Daniels straight from the bottle and roll around on stage back in the day. His beard and hair were obviously dyed now, but he looked damn good for his age. The thick muscular arm holding onto you was enough proof to say that Nikki Sixx aged like fine wine. He was only getting better and better as the years passed.

"I have a very important question for you." Nikki began to say, and you tilted your head up surprised to find him looking right back at you.

Oh, he wasn't talking to the crowd anymore. He was talking straight to you.

His face was so close to yours you could smell a hint of mint on his breath. It was strangely refreshing.

You bit your lip nervously and nodded staring into his beautiful sea green eyes awaiting his question anxiously.

"What song would you like us to play next? It's your choice."

Oh my God.

The crowd all started shouting song names that you couldn't quite decipher as you held Nikki's gaze. He was smirking like he could see you suddenly panicking because despite the fact that you knew every single one of their songs from all the albums, you were coming up blank.

Nothing.

Not one song title was coming to mind.

"Give us a song we haven't played in years!" A familiar voice called out causing the crowd to cheer.

You glanced over your shoulder to find Tommy Lee strolling back onto stage with his drum sticks in his hands. God, he had aged like fine wine too.

Then Vince Neil and John 5 began to make their way back on the stage. Hell, all of Mötley Crüe had aged like fine wine, who were you kidding? John 5 was younger than the others but still looked fantastic in his 50s. Vince always copped so much hate on social media due to his weight gain, but fuck those haters because Vince Neil looked damn good for his age. And he had lost a significant amount of weight since their last tour back in 2015.

Mötley Crüe's good looks were not helping your sudden internal freak out though as you turned your head back to Nikki who was smiling at you like he knew what was running through your head.

"Afraid from Generation Swine or Knock 'Em Dead Kid from Too Fast For Love. You can pick which one you like better." You hurriedly answered the second your brain decided to actually function.

You were honoured to be able to choose the next song, but was worried that you'd pick a song the guys wouldn't like or a song that you couldn't remember very well. At least this way the four of them could decide which one they wanted to play themselves.

Nikki grinned, "I knew I picked you for a reason. You're clearly a fan. I like you."

Hearing those words coming from Nikki Sixx himself was something you didn't know you needed to hear. Your heart fluttered as you smiled at him but didn't dare trust yourself to speak fearing you'd either stutter your words and make a fool of yourself or just start bawling your eyes out from happiness.

"Fuck yeah! You have no idea how many people just pick the popular songs. It's boring." Vince's voice piped up through his own microphone.

"Why don't we play both?" John suggested.

Nikki glanced back down at you and opened his mouth to speak but then the crowd suddenly started shouting snapping his attention away from you abruptly.

The shouting from the crowd didn't sound right though. And by the way Nikki's body had turned tense on alert beside you, you knew something was wrong.

The fans in the crowd closest to the stage were all yelling and pointing at something behind you. Nikki quickly turned, his arm slipping from your shoulder as you spun around and that's when you saw the stranger running on stage.

Vince and John quickly backed away while security swarmed the area frantically trying to climb up onto the stage to stop the unknown man. Nikki raised his arm in front of your body almost protectively as the man turned towards you both with a crazed look in his eye.

Suddenly, he bolted straight towards you. But he wasn't looking at you. His wide eyes were zeroed in on one thing and one thing only, Nikki Sixx.

Security were hot on his tail. But the man was fast. Too fast. Then, he reached into his jacket pocket, and you saw a flash of a silver blade.

In a split second you realised two things; one, security weren't going to stop this crazy man in time and two, he had a knife and he was heading straight for Nikki.

Without thinking you pushed the bassist to the side not expecting your own sudden strength as Nikki fell off the side of the stage. But you didn't have time to worry if he was okay or not because the next thing you knew the crazy man crashed straight into you instead of his intended target.

You stumbled back a few steps at the impact but managed to keep your feet before shoving him off you. That was all the time security needed before they grabbed the crazy man who instantly started thrashing like a wild animal in their grip.

The crowd around you had turned eerily silent as they watched security struggling to contain the intruder. More guards jumped onto the stage to assist and eventually the group of them managed to get the man under control and began escorting him off stage.

Your heartbeat was skyrocketing. Body shaking with adrenaline as you breathed heavily watching the man still trying to fight the guards.

Wait, Nikki.

As if on cue, the bassist appeared out of nowhere after lifting himself up the side of the stage with a grunt before limping over to you. Guilt instantly washed over you because he was favouring his right foot and it clearly hurt.

"I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" You hurriedly questioned rushing over to him on instinct as you looked down at his boot worriedly.

"Am I okay? Are you?" He questioned in shock his eyes raking over your body looking for any signs of injury.

But then his face drained of all colour and his eyes paused over your midsection and widen into saucers.

You frowned and followed his line of sight and had to do a double take when you saw the knife sticking out your lower abdomen.

The man stabbed you.

How the hell did you not notice that?

Suddenly, it was as if a switch had been flipped and the adrenaline soaring through your veins began to subside and that's when the pain started. White hot pain radiated through your body like a fire burning from within.

"Oh fuck." Nikki swore under his breath.

Without thinking, you reached down with shaky fingers and grabbed the handle of the knife.

"Wait, don't-"

You yanked the blade out before Nikki could finish that sentence.

It hurt. You needed to get it out. But that did nothing to stop the pain though. If anything, it hurt more causing you to cry out as the blade slipped from your now bloodied fingers and fell to the floor of the stage.

Blood began to pour from the open wound like a dam bursting. Oh, that was a bad idea. That was a really bad idea.

You quickly covered the wound with your hand knowing you needed to keep pressure on it to slow the bleeding, but warm red liquid was already oozing out from between your fingers, staining your shirt and dripping down your pants.

The crowd was silent as the thousands of fans watched on in pure shock. Mötley Crüe concerts were never quiet. Even between songs the crowd were up and around cheering and screaming, but not tonight. Nobody moved. Nobody dared to speak as they all stared at you in the middle of the stage.

Everything around you started to turn blurry as you took a staggering step back. Your legs buckling from underneath you but before you hit the ground, Nikki's strong hands were on you. Gently he eased your body down onto the floor moving slowly not wanting to hurt you further as he laid you down.

Suddenly his hands were removing yours from the wound so he could take in the damage but clearly didn't like what he saw as he cursed under his breath. His hands quickly pressed down against the stab wound on your stomach causing you to whimper at the pain it caused.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. I need to keep pressure on it. I'm sorry." Nikki apologised, his sea green eyes filled with so much panic as he looked over his shoulder. "We need a medic!"

"We need a medic on stage!" Vince's voice repeated through a microphone loudly.

Nikki frantically pulled out the bandana from his back pocket and bundled it up before pressing the material against the wound. But the once blue and white fabric soon turned a dark crimson.

"Shit. Shit. Where's the medic?!" Nikki shouted desperately.

Vince suddenly appeared over his shoulder unsure what was going on but when he saw all the blood his face paled. The singer frantically ripped off his scarf and knelt beside Nikki pressing it down against the blood-soaked bandana causing you to wince at the pain.

"Fuck. What happened? Did he stab her?" Vince questioned taking in all the blood.

"He wanted to stab me. But she stopped him." Nikki muttered angrily through gritted teeth. "Where's the fucking medic?"

You glanced to the side just in time to see John 5 dropping his guitar and running off stage to find a medic as Tommy sprinted over but froze when he realised what was happening.

"I'm sorry." You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Shh. It's okay, save your energy. You're gonna be fine, okay? You're gonna be fine." Nikki reassured, but you weren't sure if he was trying to reassure you or himself.

"Get that fucking camera out of here!" Tommy's voice boomed in the background somewhere, but everything was starting to spin as your eyes fluttered shut.

"Hey. No, no, no, wake up. Y/N, sweetheart, open your eyes." Nikkis voice begged before a hand suddenly cupped the side of your face and you forced your eyes open to find Nikki's panicked green one's looking straight at you. "Stay awake, you hear me? Stay awake."

"Sixx, it's not stopping." Vince warned grimacing at the now blood-soaked scarf he was still using as a makeshift bandage over the wound.

"Damnit." Nikki hissed, pushing his hand down harder in attempt to stem the blood flow causing you to groan in agony. "Sorry. Sorry. I know it hurts. I'm sorry."

"Just hold on a little longer, kid." Vince instructed while frantically looking around for the medic.

"There-there are worst ways to die." You winced, your tired eyes flicking between Nikki and Vince before Tommy dropped to his knees on your other side. His shaking hands hovered over your stomach not sure what to do to help as he stared at you helplessly terrified. "Dying with... with Mötley Crüe by my side ain't a bad way to-to go out."

"No." Nikki shook his head. "You're not dying. Not on my watch."

"It's okay." You whispered, his bloodied hand still cupping your face.

"It's not okay. Nothing about this is okay. Fuck! You shouldn't have pushed me out the way-"

"It doesn't hurt anymore. It's okay." Your voice was becoming weaker as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"Shit." Vince swore knowing that was bad.

The guys all looked around at each other their fearful panicked expressions matching. They didn't know what else to do and you were fading fast.

"Over here!" John 5 shouted sprinting back onto the stage with two paramedics hot on his tail. "She was stabbed and- fuck, that's a lot of blood."

The last thing you saw was Tommy and Vince trying to pull Nikki away from you as paramedics rushed over before everything faded into darkness.

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If I was the girl he asked to go on stage I would either just start crying or pass out... maybe both.

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Serve & Protect

Summary: You moved to the small quiet town of Hawkins after transferring from the NYPD and reunite with your old partner, Jim Hopper. However, Hawkins isn't as quiet as it seems, and your past follows you there.

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

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A/N: Yes, the title for this story has now changed, sorry for any confusion. I felt like Serve & Protect was more fitting. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this sweet chapter... we get into season 3 very soon!

Chapter 7- Snow Ball

It had been a couple of weeks since you found out about the Upside Down and life had been surprisingly mundane since.

You had been on high alert for any monster sightings around town, but if you were being honest, you were more on lookout for your old work partner, Hank. Since that voice message he left, you hadn't heard from him.

The most exciting thing that had happened was Mrs O'Neil's cat getting stuck in a tree and you guys had to block off the road while the fire fighters got it down.

That gash on your stomach was healing up nicely, but you were still stuck on light duties at work under the Chief's order. The others at the station all thought you had been in a minor car accident, but it wasn't like you were going to tell them that you were attacked by a monster from an alternate dimension.

"Where are Powell and Callahan?" Hoppers voice suddenly asked.

You looked up from the report you were typing to find him walking through the front door of the station with a brown paper bag in one hand and a yellow envelope in the other.

"Out on patrol. They got sick of office work." You replied, motioning towards the files in front of you. "If someone didn't put me on light duties, I would be out there with them."

Hopper rolled his eyes, "you nearly bled out that day."

"It was just a scratch."

"A scratch that required stitches." He muttered, dropping the paper bag on the file in front of you. "Consider that a bribe."

You raised your eyebrows, "a bribe for what?"

"Owens pulled a few strings." He said, handing you the yellow envelope.

Curiously, you opened the envelope and pulled out the piece of paper, but frowned in confusion because this was an adoption document. Why was Hopper showing you some random adoption paper?

"What is..." You trailed off when you read the name at the top of the paper. Jane Hopper. "Holy shit. Is this real?"

"Doctor Owens made it real. El is officially my daughter.... and I have no idea what I'm doing." He admitted, pulling his hat off and running his fingers through his hair almost nervously.

You carefully tucked the paper inside the envelope and handed it back to Hopper who had now began to pace the office. You watched him for a few seconds in amusement before you spoke.

"You don't need to worry. You're a good father and El already likes you. Why are you so nervous?"

"Because Owens said it isn't safe for her to be out in the world yet. But I'm letting her go out for one night with her friends." He answered, still pacing in front of your desk. "The middle school Snow Ball. It's tomorrow night."

You nodded, opening the brown paper bag to find a chocolate donut inside before looking back to Hopper in confusion.

"I am failing to find a connection between that and this donut bribe though."

Hopper stopped in his tracks looking over at you, "I need your help."

"With...?"

"El needs a dress. I'd get one myself, but-"

"You have a terrible fashion sense? Yeah, I know." You said, cutting him off causing him to chuckle softly. "What size is she?"

"Uh..."

You rolled your eyes, "I'll get a few options for her."

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The following afternoon you found yourself parking your car in front of Hoppers cabin in the woods. At first, you weren't sure if you were at the right place, but then you saw El's head pop out from behind the curtain in the front window.

You waved to the little girl in the window before you pulled the key out the ignition and climbed out the car, grabbing the large shopping bag from the backseat.

"Y/N!" El called out, opening the front door with a wide smile and a slightly confused expression. "Hopper is working."

"I know. I've got something for you." You said, holding up the shopping bag.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of it and you smiled walking up the porch stairs and handing it to her. She took the bag and rushed back inside the house, and you followed, closing the door behind her as she jumped onto the couch and began pulling out the different dresses with wide eyes.

"Are these... for me?" She asked hesitantly.

"You can't go to the Snow Ball in Hoppers old flannel shirt, can you?" You asked and she grinned, shaking her head. "I picked out a few different ones for you. Do you want to go try them on and see which one you like?"

She nodded, taking the bag and rushing to her bedroom. While the girl tried the dresses on, you looked around the main room of the cabin. You weren't sure what you expected Hopper's house to look like, but it wasn't this.

You had visited his old house back in New York too many times to count. His ex-wife Diane invited you over for Sunday afternoon roasts nearly every weekend. Their house was beautiful. It was a two-story modern styled house with the whole white picket fence out the front. It was the total opposite compared to this dark little cabin, but it was homey.

Hopper and Dianes New York house was stunning, but it always made you feel out of place. With the fancy furniture and expensive cutlery that Diane loved, you were always worried you would break something. But, this cabin, it was comfortable. It was perfect.

"Uh, Y/N?" El's voice called out from the bedroom.

"Yeah?"

"I can't... I can't do it."

You turned in confusion just as she opened the bedroom door and you realised that she meant she couldn't do up the back zip. You smiled, walking over and pulling the zip up carefully before taking a step back to get a proper look.

"Do you like?" She asked nervously, looking down at her blue dress.

"You look so pretty. Is this the dress you want to wear?"

She nodded, patting down the sides of the dress with a shy smile spreading across her face. "Will Mike like it?"

You smiled, kneeling in front of the girl before you unclasped your necklace from around your neck and wrapped it around hers. The golden heart shaped pendant rested against her chest which she instantly grabbed, looking down at it with wide eyes and you quickly realised that this was the first piece of jewellery this girl has ever worn.

"You are so pretty, El. It doesn't matter what Mike, or any boy thinks, okay? Their opinions don't matter." You insisted, resting your hand on her shoulder as her big brown eyes met yours. "But Mike would be a total idiot if he didn't like this dress."

El grinned, fiddling with the necklace around her neck before the sound of a car engine rumbled from outside. You glanced over your shoulder, spotting a confused looking Hopper stepping out his Chevy while staring at your truck before he began to walk towards the cabin.

"Do you want to surprise Hopper?" You asked, looking over at El who nodded. "Go to your bedroom and I'll tell you when to come out."

El quickly rushed back into her bedroom, throwing her arm backwards and using her powers to close her door before you turned to the front door just as Hopper walked inside. He still had a confused look on his face but didn't say anything before he shrugged off his jacket and hung it up on the hook on the back of the door.

"This why you asked to leave work 30 minutes early?" He eventually asked.

You nodded, "sorry, I should have asked before just coming to your house-"

"No, no, it's fine. It's nice to have someone other than Mike visiting." Hopper answered, throwing his hat on the table before he paused and looked around. "Where's El?"

"El, sweetie. Come on out." You shouted over your shoulder.

The bedroom door clicked open, but you didn't look at her. You kept your eyes on Hopper wanting to see his reaction and you could pinpoint the exact moment he saw El. His eyes suddenly widened, and mouth opened, but no words came out as he stared at his little girl.

You glanced over at El who was looking at Hopper, her smile fading a little at his stunned silence before she looked over at you in concern, but before you could reassure her that his silence wasn't a bad thing, Hopper finally spoke.

"Wow."

You looked back over at him to find him smiling proudly at El before he glanced over at you and mouthed the words, 'thank you'. You smiled, giving him a small nod before he focused back on El.

"You look so beautiful." Hopper said, walking over and pulling the young girl into his side as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Wait." El suddenly said, pulling away from Hopper. "I-I don't know how to dance."

"Don't look at me kid. You think I can dance?" Hopper responded, shaking his head.

El frowned staring at him before she glanced over at you with hopeful eyes and, shit. You did not want to embarrass yourself and dance in front of Hopper, but how could you say no to those eyes.

"You got any music in this place?" You asked, looking over at Hopper.

He smirked, nodding before he walked across the room and pulled out a record player and a few seconds later, gentle music filled the air.

You turned back to El and held your hand out to her which she took cautiously before you led her into the small clearing in front of the couch and began to sway to the beat of the music.

"C'mon, loosen your body up. Just like this." You encouraged, resting your other hand on her shoulder as El mimicked your movements and began to move her body to the music. "That's it. There you go."

Hopper leant against the wall across the room, watching the two of you with a fond smile on his face while you taught El how to dance. It was a little awkward and El stepped on your feet a few times, but she was a quick learner.

Together you danced to the music, your feet in perfect sync to the slow beat. As the song progressed, El began to relax as she let her body move freely.

"I'm doing it!" El exclaimed as you spun her around, her dress flowing at the movement causing her to grin happily.

"You're doing great, kiddo." Hopper cheered, resetting the record as the song started again.

"Come join us, Hop." You called out, glancing over at him, but he quickly shook his head. "Come on. Dance with us."

"Yeah. Dance with us." El joined in causing Hopper to sigh shaking his head, but to your surprise he walked over to the two of you and you all started to dance.

El was giggling as she grabbed Hopper's hand and the two of them danced together while you danced off to the side, arms flailing in the sky as you moved your body to the beat of the music.

You couldn't remember the last time you did this. When was the last time you've actually danced? It was probably your high school prom if you were being honest, but you didn't remember having this much fun.

Suddenly a hand grabbed yours and before you knew it, you were swung backwards and dipped low to the ground. Hopper leant over you with a smirk before he pulled you back up and placed a hand on your lower back while you rested your hand on his shoulder, your free hands meeting.

Hopper guided you across the loungeroom floor as if you were in a dream. He kept his eyes on you, yet still, he knew exactly where to take you. Every movement, every angle seemed to be planned in advance. Nothing felt forced, and you found yourself feeling like you were floating on air as you danced with him.

The warmth between you grew more powerful by the second. Your heartbeat growing steadily along with it.

He pulled you closer, your bodies inches apart as you tilted your head up. Those beautiful blue eyes locked with yours before briefly glancing down to your lips. You felt your heart skip a beat, but the moment was gone when the music suddenly stopped, but El was quick to restart it before she rushed back to the makeshift dance floor.

Hopper smiled at you before he turned elegantly taking El's hand, switching dance partners as he swayed his body in tune with the slow music. You took a step back and watched in awe, hating how attracted you were to him in this moment.

You knew it was wrong. Hopper was your friend, and above all else, he was your boss, and you couldn't be having those sorts of feelings about him.

-

An hour later, you found yourself leaning against the hood of the Chevy as you looked out at the Middle School gym. The cool still night air was chilling, but Hopper had draped his work jacket over your shoulders as he stood beside you.

El had gone inside a few minutes ago her body bouncing with nerves and excitement. Hopper was worried, but seemed happy that El was happy.

"Hey guys." Bob's voice suddenly called out.

You looked to your left to find him and Joyce walking across the parking lot hand in hand.

"Thought we might find you out here." Hopper responded.

Joyce smiled, "Will wanted me to give him some space, so... I'm giving him a few feet."

Yeah, that was fair. If you had kids and they were involved in everything that happened with the Upside Down, you probably wouldn't be taking your eyes off them if you were being honest.

"Y/N, I can't thank you enough for what you did that night-" Joyce began to say, but you cut her off.

"You don't need to thank me. It's my job. Serve and protect, right? I think that applies for monsters from alternate dimensions too."

Joyce and Bob both chuckled softly but smiled gratefully at you. Nobody said anything for a few minutes, the four of you drifting into comfortable silence as you watched the kids through the glass doors of the gym.

"Well, I should probably get going. It was nice to see you again, Jim and Y/N." Bob said, nodding at you both.

"I'll walk you to your car." Joyce said, waving goodbye to you and Hopper before they walked off, leaving you and Hopper alone by his car listening to the music from the gym.

"What do you say?" Hopper suddenly asked, pulling out a flask from his pocket once Joyce and Bob were gone. "I'm pretty sure our old Superintendent isn't here to bust us this time, so we might be okay."

You snorted softly, thinking back to that night shift when it was just the two of you in the station trying to get on top of all the paperwork. Hopper thought whiskey would help make writing reports less boring, but the Superintendent wasn't too happy about that.

"I'm blaming you if he shows up." You joked, taking the flask.

Hopper chuckled, "nah, you wouldn't. You could've blamed me last time, but you didn't."

"Mmm. I should've. We got put on nightshift for the whole month as punishment."

He laughed as you took a sip from the flask and savoured the burn of whatever rum Hopper had chosen before you handed it back to him.

"How are you holding up?" He asked, his voice now turning serious as he looked over at you.

You shrugged, "you know. Monsters are real, kinda hard to not think about it."

"Yeah." He nodded, lighting a cigarette and taking in a deep drag. "I wanna tell you that it gets easier, but it doesn't. I'm always on alert now, just waiting for them to come back."

You sighed, grabbing the flask and taking another drink before you leant your head on his shoulder. Hopper's body tensed at the touch, and you were about to pull away and apologise, but then his arm wrapped around your back, and pulled you closer.

The two of you leant against the car together and passed the flask back and forwards while the kids danced inside. And in that moment, you weren’t worried about the Upside Down. You weren’t worried about Hank. You were safe. You were safe in Hoppers arms. You had always been safe with Hopper.

-

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Serve & Protect

Summary: You moved to the small quiet town of Hawkins after transferring from the NYPD and reunite with your old partner, Jim Hopper. However, Hawkins isn't as quiet as it seems, and your past follows you there.

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Language

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A/N: Yes, the title for this story has now changed, sorry for any confusion. I felt like Serve & Protect was more fitting. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this sweet chapter... we get into season 3 very soon!

Chapter 7- Snow Ball

It had been a couple of weeks since you found out about the Upside Down and life had been surprisingly mundane since.

You had been on high alert for any monster sightings around town, but if you were being honest, you were more on lookout for your old work partner, Hank. Since that voice message he left, you hadn't heard from him.

The most exciting thing that had happened was Mrs O'Neil's cat getting stuck in a tree and you guys had to block off the road while the fire fighters got it down.

That gash on your stomach was healing up nicely, but you were still stuck on light duties at work under the Chief's order. The others at the station all thought you had been in a minor car accident, but it wasn't like you were going to tell them that you were attacked by a monster from an alternate dimension.

"Where are Powell and Callahan?" Hoppers voice suddenly asked.

You looked up from the report you were typing to find him walking through the front door of the station with a brown paper bag in one hand and a yellow envelope in the other.

"Out on patrol. They got sick of office work." You replied, motioning towards the files in front of you. "If someone didn't put me on light duties, I would be out there with them."

Hopper rolled his eyes, "you nearly bled out that day."

"It was just a scratch."

"A scratch that required stitches." He muttered, dropping the paper bag on the file in front of you. "Consider that a bribe."

You raised your eyebrows, "a bribe for what?"

"Owens pulled a few strings." He said, handing you the yellow envelope.

Curiously, you opened the envelope and pulled out the piece of paper, but frowned in confusion because this was an adoption document. Why was Hopper showing you some random adoption paper?

"What is..." You trailed off when you read the name at the top of the paper. Jane Hopper. "Holy shit. Is this real?"

"Doctor Owens made it real. El is officially my daughter.... and I have no idea what I'm doing." He admitted, pulling his hat off and running his fingers through his hair almost nervously.

You carefully tucked the paper inside the envelope and handed it back to Hopper who had now began to pace the office. You watched him for a few seconds in amusement before you spoke.

"You don't need to worry. You're a good father and El already likes you. Why are you so nervous?"

"Because Owens said it isn't safe for her to be out in the world yet. But I'm letting her go out for one night with her friends." He answered, still pacing in front of your desk. "The middle school Snow Ball. It's tomorrow night."

You nodded, opening the brown paper bag to find a chocolate donut inside before looking back to Hopper in confusion.

"I am failing to find a connection between that and this donut bribe though."

Hopper stopped in his tracks looking over at you, "I need your help."

"With...?"

"El needs a dress. I'd get one myself, but-"

"You have a terrible fashion sense? Yeah, I know." You said, cutting him off causing him to chuckle softly. "What size is she?"

"Uh..."

You rolled your eyes, "I'll get a few options for her."

-

The following afternoon you found yourself parking your car in front of Hoppers cabin in the woods. At first, you weren't sure if you were at the right place, but then you saw El's head pop out from behind the curtain in the front window.

You waved to the little girl in the window before you pulled the key out the ignition and climbed out the car, grabbing the large shopping bag from the backseat.

"Y/N!" El called out, opening the front door with a wide smile and a slightly confused expression. "Hopper is working."

"I know. I've got something for you." You said, holding up the shopping bag.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of it and you smiled walking up the porch stairs and handing it to her. She took the bag and rushed back inside the house, and you followed, closing the door behind her as she jumped onto the couch and began pulling out the different dresses with wide eyes.

"Are these... for me?" She asked hesitantly.

"You can't go to the Snow Ball in Hoppers old flannel shirt, can you?" You asked and she grinned, shaking her head. "I picked out a few different ones for you. Do you want to go try them on and see which one you like?"

She nodded, taking the bag and rushing to her bedroom. While the girl tried the dresses on, you looked around the main room of the cabin. You weren't sure what you expected Hopper's house to look like, but it wasn't this.

You had visited his old house back in New York too many times to count. His ex-wife Diane invited you over for Sunday afternoon roasts nearly every weekend. Their house was beautiful. It was a two-story modern styled house with the whole white picket fence out the front. It was the total opposite compared to this dark little cabin, but it was homey.

Hopper and Dianes New York house was stunning, but it always made you feel out of place. With the fancy furniture and expensive cutlery that Diane loved, you were always worried you would break something. But, this cabin, it was comfortable. It was perfect.

"Uh, Y/N?" El's voice called out from the bedroom.

"Yeah?"

"I can't... I can't do it."

You turned in confusion just as she opened the bedroom door and you realised that she meant she couldn't do up the back zip. You smiled, walking over and pulling the zip up carefully before taking a step back to get a proper look.

"Do you like?" She asked nervously, looking down at her blue dress.

"You look so pretty. Is this the dress you want to wear?"

She nodded, patting down the sides of the dress with a shy smile spreading across her face. "Will Mike like it?"

You smiled, kneeling in front of the girl before you unclasped your necklace from around your neck and wrapped it around hers. The golden heart shaped pendant rested against her chest which she instantly grabbed, looking down at it with wide eyes and you quickly realised that this was the first piece of jewellery this girl has ever worn.

"You are so pretty, El. It doesn't matter what Mike, or any boy thinks, okay? Their opinions don't matter." You insisted, resting your hand on her shoulder as her big brown eyes met yours. "But Mike would be a total idiot if he didn't like this dress."

El grinned, fiddling with the necklace around her neck before the sound of a car engine rumbled from outside. You glanced over your shoulder, spotting a confused looking Hopper stepping out his Chevy while staring at your truck before he began to walk towards the cabin.

"Do you want to surprise Hopper?" You asked, looking over at El who nodded. "Go to your bedroom and I'll tell you when to come out."

El quickly rushed back into her bedroom, throwing her arm backwards and using her powers to close her door before you turned to the front door just as Hopper walked inside. He still had a confused look on his face but didn't say anything before he shrugged off his jacket and hung it up on the hook on the back of the door.

"This why you asked to leave work 30 minutes early?" He eventually asked.

You nodded, "sorry, I should have asked before just coming to your house-"

"No, no, it's fine. It's nice to have someone other than Mike visiting." Hopper answered, throwing his hat on the table before he paused and looked around. "Where's El?"

"El, sweetie. Come on out." You shouted over your shoulder.

The bedroom door clicked open, but you didn't look at her. You kept your eyes on Hopper wanting to see his reaction and you could pinpoint the exact moment he saw El. His eyes suddenly widened, and mouth opened, but no words came out as he stared at his little girl.

You glanced over at El who was looking at Hopper, her smile fading a little at his stunned silence before she looked over at you in concern, but before you could reassure her that his silence wasn't a bad thing, Hopper finally spoke.

"Wow."

You looked back over at him to find him smiling proudly at El before he glanced over at you and mouthed the words, 'thank you'. You smiled, giving him a small nod before he focused back on El.

"You look so beautiful." Hopper said, walking over and pulling the young girl into his side as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Wait." El suddenly said, pulling away from Hopper. "I-I don't know how to dance."

"Don't look at me kid. You think I can dance?" Hopper responded, shaking his head.

El frowned staring at him before she glanced over at you with hopeful eyes and, shit. You did not want to embarrass yourself and dance in front of Hopper, but how could you say no to those eyes.

"You got any music in this place?" You asked, looking over at Hopper.

He smirked, nodding before he walked across the room and pulled out a record player and a few seconds later, gentle music filled the air.

You turned back to El and held your hand out to her which she took cautiously before you led her into the small clearing in front of the couch and began to sway to the beat of the music.

"C'mon, loosen your body up. Just like this." You encouraged, resting your other hand on her shoulder as El mimicked your movements and began to move her body to the music. "That's it. There you go."

Hopper leant against the wall across the room, watching the two of you with a fond smile on his face while you taught El how to dance. It was a little awkward and El stepped on your feet a few times, but she was a quick learner.

Together you danced to the music, your feet in perfect sync to the slow beat. As the song progressed, El began to relax as she let her body move freely.

"I'm doing it!" El exclaimed as you spun her around, her dress flowing at the movement causing her to grin happily.

"You're doing great, kiddo." Hopper cheered, resetting the record as the song started again.

"Come join us, Hop." You called out, glancing over at him, but he quickly shook his head. "Come on. Dance with us."

"Yeah. Dance with us." El joined in causing Hopper to sigh shaking his head, but to your surprise he walked over to the two of you and you all started to dance.

El was giggling as she grabbed Hopper's hand and the two of them danced together while you danced off to the side, arms flailing in the sky as you moved your body to the beat of the music.

You couldn't remember the last time you did this. When was the last time you've actually danced? It was probably your high school prom if you were being honest, but you didn't remember having this much fun.

Suddenly a hand grabbed yours and before you knew it, you were swung backwards and dipped low to the ground. Hopper leant over you with a smirk before he pulled you back up and placed a hand on your lower back while you rested your hand on his shoulder, your free hands meeting.

Hopper guided you across the loungeroom floor as if you were in a dream. He kept his eyes on you, yet still, he knew exactly where to take you. Every movement, every angle seemed to be planned in advance. Nothing felt forced, and you found yourself feeling like you were floating on air as you danced with him.

The warmth between you grew more powerful by the second. Your heartbeat growing steadily along with it.

He pulled you closer, your bodies inches apart as you tilted your head up. Those beautiful blue eyes locked with yours before briefly glancing down to your lips. You felt your heart skip a beat, but the moment was gone when the music suddenly stopped, but El was quick to restart it before she rushed back to the makeshift dance floor.

Hopper smiled at you before he turned elegantly taking El's hand, switching dance partners as he swayed his body in tune with the slow music. You took a step back and watched in awe, hating how attracted you were to him in this moment.

You knew it was wrong. Hopper was your friend, and above all else, he was your boss, and you couldn't be having those sorts of feelings about him.

-

An hour later, you found yourself leaning against the hood of the Chevy as you looked out at the Middle School gym. The cool still night air was chilling, but Hopper had draped his work jacket over your shoulders as he stood beside you.

El had gone inside a few minutes ago her body bouncing with nerves and excitement. Hopper was worried, but seemed happy that El was happy.

"Hey guys." Bob's voice suddenly called out.

You looked to your left to find him and Joyce walking across the parking lot hand in hand.

"Thought we might find you out here." Hopper responded.

Joyce smiled, "Will wanted me to give him some space, so... I'm giving him a few feet."

Yeah, that was fair. If you had kids and they were involved in everything that happened with the Upside Down, you probably wouldn't be taking your eyes off them if you were being honest.

"Y/N, I can't thank you enough for what you did that night-" Joyce began to say, but you cut her off.

"You don't need to thank me. It's my job. Serve and protect, right? I think that applies for monsters from alternate dimensions too."

Joyce and Bob both chuckled softly but smiled gratefully at you. Nobody said anything for a few minutes, the four of you drifting into comfortable silence as you watched the kids through the glass doors of the gym.

"Well, I should probably get going. It was nice to see you again, Jim and Y/N." Bob said, nodding at you both.

"I'll walk you to your car." Joyce said, waving goodbye to you and Hopper before they walked off, leaving you and Hopper alone by his car listening to the music from the gym.

"What do you say?" Hopper suddenly asked, pulling out a flask from his pocket once Joyce and Bob were gone. "I'm pretty sure our old Superintendent isn't here to bust us this time, so we might be okay."

You snorted softly, thinking back to that night shift when it was just the two of you in the station trying to get on top of all the paperwork. Hopper thought whiskey would help make writing reports less boring, but the Superintendent wasn't too happy about that.

"I'm blaming you if he shows up." You joked, taking the flask.

Hopper chuckled, "nah, you wouldn't. You could've blamed me last time, but you didn't."

"Mmm. I should've. We got put on nightshift for the whole month as punishment."

He laughed as you took a sip from the flask and savoured the burn of whatever rum Hopper had chosen before you handed it back to him.

"How are you holding up?" He asked, his voice now turning serious as he looked over at you.

You shrugged, "you know. Monsters are real, kinda hard to not think about it."

"Yeah." He nodded, lighting a cigarette and taking in a deep drag. "I wanna tell you that it gets easier, but it doesn't. I'm always on alert now, just waiting for them to come back."

You sighed, grabbing the flask and taking another drink before you leant your head on his shoulder. Hopper's body tensed at the touch, and you were about to pull away and apologise, but then his arm wrapped around your back, and pulled you closer.

The two of you leant against the car together and passed the flask back and forwards while the kids danced inside. And in that moment, you weren’t worried about the Upside Down. You weren’t worried about Hank. You were safe. You were safe in Hoppers arms. You had always been safe with Hopper.

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The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

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A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Trigger Warning- language, mentions of past child abuse and past self-harm

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Chapter 21- Mötley fuckin' Crüe

A week later, you and Nikki were pulling up in front of Tommy's double story mansion across town.

"What are you going to say to him?" You asked, climbing out the car.

Nikki shrugged, "first an apology."

You simply nodded before you walked up the tall stairs to his front door taking two at a time before Nikki knocked. A moment later, Tommy pulled the door open with a cigarette between his lips and a look of surprise on his face.

"Hey, guys." He greeted hesitantly, glancing between you and Nikki unsure what was happening.

"What I did at your wedding..." Nikki began to say causing the confusion on the drummer to double. "I didn't... know... how to do that. How to be there."

"What's up, Nikki?" Tommy asked stopping the bassist struggling with his apology.

"I was really fucking selfish, and I shit on something that was important to you, and I am really sorry."

Tommy glanced over at you briefly before focusing back on Nikki. "I know you pretty well, Sixx, so... I kinda get it. And it's okay. But can you say that last part one more time for me?"

"Don't fucking push it, T-bone." Nikki shook his head with a smirk.

You and Tommy began to laugh before the drummer stepped to the side allowing you both to walk through the front door.

"I heard you and Heather broke up."

Tommy nodded, "yeah."

"I'm sorry, man." Nikki grabbed his shoulder with a small squeeze.

"Knew I'd get you to say it again." Tommy grinned with a laugh.

"Fuck you." Nikki removed his hand while trying not to smile.

Your eyes widened in shock not having realised that him and Heather had broken up. But of course, they would have. Heather would've seen the magazine with the photo of her husband kissing another girl on the front page. And not just any girl. It was you. It was the girl that Tommy would hang around with backstage. The girl he'd lean against during shows. The girl he asked to be his groomsman. The girl he ditched their honeymoon for. No wonder Heather was gone.

"Fuck, Tommy, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have-" You began to apologise before he cut you off.

"It's okay."

"It's not okay. Heather broke up with you because of me. I mean, fuck, you were married for seven years and-"

"Y/N, look at me." Tommy instructed, stepping in front of you and pinching your chin gently between his thumb and index finger before tilting your head up until you met his eyes. "It's okay." He repeated.

"How is that okay?"

Tommy sighed, glancing over your shoulder at Nikki. The two of them had a silent conversation you weren't privy to before his warm hazel eyes met yours once again.

"Because I've been in love with you since high school."

Out of everything you thought Tommy might have said, that was not on the list. That wasn't even on the draft of the fucking list.

Holy shit.

You opened your mouth to respond but no words came out.

"Kiss her, man." Nikki said from behind you, giving the drummer the permission he needed before Tommy tilted your chin up higher and he leant down capturing your lips with his.

You melted against his mouth and cupped his face with your hands deepening the kiss before pulling away and glancing over at Nikki who was smiling.

"Alright. We're going on a mission." He declared holding his hand out towards you.

You grabbed Nikkis hand before taking Tommys in your other and the three of you walked out the house towards Nikki's car.

It was time to go get Mick Mars.

Apparently, Mick just had hip replacement surgery, so you drove out to the hospital to pick him up.

You leant against the side of the car between Nikki and Tommy, and the look on Micks face when he saw the three of you together was priceless.

"About time you three got your shit together." Was his form of greeting as a nurse wheeled him out the front doors on a wheelchair.

You smirked pushing yourself away from the car and walked towards him.

"It's good to see you, Mick."

The older man smiled, "you too, kid."

"How's that new hip, dude? Feel like The Terminator now or some shit?" Tommy asked heading straight for the handles of the wheelchair.

"Touch the chair and I'll terminate you, Drummer." Mick threatened pointing at him.

Tommy quickly raised his hands and stepped back before Mick thanked the nurse behind him and slowly stood up out the wheelchair.

You took a step forward with your hand out, Nikki doing the same unsure how steady he would be on his feet, but the older man simply waved you both off and began walking to the car.

"Stop looking at me like that. Let's go get our fucking singer back already."

-

Locating Vince Neil was harder than you anticipated.

He wasn't at his house and after using the spare key to get inside, it was clear that he hadn't been home for a while.

"Where the hell is he?" Tommy asked, looking around and you had a sinking feeling you knew where your brother had ended up.

Moonshadow's bar downtown.

When Skylar was sick, that was where he went every single night and when she passed, he practically lived there. That place was like a second home to him at that point.

You thought rehab had helped him. He sounded fine when you spoke to him on the phone not long ago, but your brother was still suffering.

"Shit." You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands causing the guys to all look over at you. "I think I know where he is."

The four of you climbed back into Nikki's car and before you knew it, you were heading towards the front door of the small quiet bar. But before you pushed it open, you paused and turned to face the guys.

"Look... just let me talk to Vince first, okay? I-I don't know how he'll react."

They all nodded in agreement before you turned and entered the building.

There were a few people seated at various booths and tables, but there was one man sitting at the bar and there was no mistaking that long blonde hair anywhere. The guys remained by the door, for once actually listening to you, while you walked straight across the room towards your brother.

"You got company." The bartender warned, eyeing you and the guys by the door cautiously.

Vince glanced over his shoulder in confusion before his eyes met yours and he sighed, turning back around staring down at his glass of Jack and coke.

"I-I'm not drinking like I was. Don't worry. This is my only drink even ask him." Vince said defensively motioning up at the bartender.

"It's true. He refuses to let me serve him more than one drink."

You nodded, a little relieved to hear that because for a moment you feared your brother had really fallen off the wagon again.

"I'm proud of you." You admitted, sitting down on the stool beside him before leaning over and resting your head on his shoulder. "And I love you."

Vince didn't say anything to that but tilted his head until it was resting against the top of yours.

"How's your hand?" You asked after a moment, looking down at his scarred knuckles wrapped around his glass.

"Healed." He answered letting go of the glass and squeezing his hand in and out of a fist. "I should have never let dad touch you again. I should have seen it coming and-"

"Vin, it's not your fault."

"It kinda feels like my fault."

You lifted your head from his shoulder and turned in your seat to face him properly.

"It's not your fault." You insisted, reaching over and grabbing his arm. "I'm a grown woman. I can take care of myself."

"Yeah? Well, I'm your big brother. It's my job to protect you and I failed, again."

"You can't protect me from everything, big brother." You whispered, mimicking your words from the day you both ran away from home.

Vince smiled sadly catching on before repeating his own words too, "I can try."

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes while Vince sipped at his drink savouring his one alcoholic beverage before you glanced over your shoulder at the others and nodded them over.

"Vin, the guys are here. They wanna talk to you."

That had your brothers head snapping around so fast, "what? No. Y/N, I don't think-"

"We just wanna talk, Vinnie. That's it." Nikki explained calmly reaching the bar, but your brother just stared down at his glass refusing to look at him. "Come on, Vinnie."

Mick suddenly reached out and placed a firm but gentle hand on your brother's shoulder causing him to flinch.

"Let's talk." Mick said.

Vince glanced over at you hesitantly and you gave him a small reassuring nod causing your brother to let out a deep sigh.

"Okay."

The group of you moved over to a table at the far side of the bar away from everyone else. You sat down between Nikki and Tommy while Mick grabbed some soda for you all and placed it on the table while Nikki spoke.

"I was scared." Nikki admitted, looking at Vince beside him. "After what happened with Razzle, I was scared that I was losing the only thing that ever mattered to me."

"Yeah, your band." Vince muttered.

"No. No. This." Nikki explained motioning to all of you around the table. "Look, we went to war together. Shit changes, people change, but I don't fucking care if Mötley Crüe never plays another note. All I want is my fucking brother back. Because this is the only family that I've ever known."

"We love you, Vin. Okay, fuck, I love ya." Tommy added.

"And I am sorry about Skylar, man." Nikki said gently.

Vince lowered his head avoiding everyone's eyes as his body started to shake and you knew your brother was trying not to cry at the mention of his daughter.

"It's against the laws, man." Vince sobbed, shaking his head. "It's against the fucking rules of the universe."

Your own eyes began to fill with tears as you stared at your brother struggling to hold it together before Mick wrapped his arm around him and that was all it took before Vince started to cry.

"Hey." Nikki soothed, resting his hand on Vince's shoulder.

"We got you, brother." Mick whispered, holding him. "We got you, brother."

Tommy suddenly pulled you into his side while you silently cried, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your back. Tears trickled down your face in a heavy stream despite how hard you tried to stop them, and Nikki reached over with his free hand and grabbed yours on the table giving it a small squeeze for comfort.

Eventually, the tears came to an end. Vince managed to get a hold of himself while you sniffed quietly. Your brother glanced over at you noticing your tear-streaked face before he looked at Tommys arm around you and Nikki's hand holding yours.

"Look, Vince-" Nikki quickly began to say, but your brother cut him off.

"You three together?"

Mick stiffened from across the table fearful that this might be the breaking point for Mötley Crüe. If Vince couldn't accept it, that was it. There was no coming back for Mötley Crüe and the older man knew it. You all knew it.

"I love them, Vince." You began to say before either of them had a chance to open their mouths and say something stupid.

A look of shock washed over your brothers face at those words. He knew that the three of you used to hook up and you eventually told him about the miscarriage. But Vince probably just assumed that it was a casual thing between the three of you. He didn't know that you were in love, and you hoped like hell that piece of new information wouldn't make him any madder than he already was.

You loved Nikki and Tommy.

You loved them both so fucking much, and you were done trying to hide it.

"Yeah, I love them." You continued to say. "And I know you don't approve of that. And we shouldn't have snuck around behind your back way back when, and for that, I'm sorry. But I can't change how I feel."

Vince remained worriedly silent for quite some time while he looked between the three of you carefully.

Tommy and Nikki seemed too frightened to speak which was probably a good thing and Mick was sitting there holding his breath, waiting to see what would happen.

"You guys love each other?" Vince eventually asked, his tone forcefully neutral as he glanced between you all.

"We do, man." Tommy answered without hesitation. "I know your sister is off limits, but we love her, dude. This isn't just some fling or something. We love her."

"He's right." Nikki backed up, Vince's eyes shooting over to the bassist. "Look, man. I've never felt the way I feel about your sister with anyone. I love her, and I'm not going to apologise for it. If you want to walk away, we aren't going to stop you."

"Or you can come back and Mötley Crüe can start playing again." Mick spoke up, resting his hand on Vince's shoulder.

Your brother glanced over at the older man briefly before shifting his focus back to the guys beside you taking in Tommys arm around your back and Nikki's hand still holding yours against the table.

Your heart felt like it was beating out of its chest in anticipation until your brother eventually nodded.

"Let's make some fucking music."

-

After announcing Mötley Crüe were back with Vince Neil as their lead singer, the first show sold out within an hour of tickets going on sale.

"Tommy, sit still or I'm gonna ruin your makeup." You warned from where you were literally sitting in his lap trying to apply his eyeliner, but he kept tapping his foot. "God, I forgot how fidgety you used to be before a show."

"I can't help it. I get nervous." He said defensively but managed to stop moving his foot so you could finish.

You lowered the eyeliner and stared at his beautiful hazel eyes making sure they were both perfectly even before you nodded at your handy work in approval.

"Can I move now, baby?"

"Yes, but be careful not to smudge-"

His lips crashed against yours before you could finish that sentence. It was rushed and needy, but perfect all at once.

You tossed the eyeliner in the general direction of the desk before resting your hand over his bare chest. Your fingers traced over the new tattoos that weren't there the last time you were on tour together. His hand shifted down to your waist, sliding up under your jacket until his warm fingers found your skin and he kept his hand there while you kissed him back needily.

The door to your dressing room suddenly opened causing the two of you to pull apart. You looked over your shoulder to find Nikki walking inside now dressed in his leather pants and new black jacket. His signature warpaint stripes were on his face along with a bandana around his forehead.

"Looking good, Sixx." You whistled as he closed the door behind himself, his cheeks blushing a little at your compliment.

You glanced back over at Tommy who was still holding you in his lap and now had red lipstick smeared over his lips.

"I need to wipe this off." You said reaching up to his mouth, but he grabbed your hand before you could do it.

"Leave it. It'll remind me of you."

Your heart swelled at that small gesture before Nikki walked over to the two of you and spun the chair you were both occupying around until you were facing him.

"Your look is missing something." Nikki observed looking your new outfit up and down.

It was just a simple pair of leather pants with chains hanging from the belt loops and a sleeveless red lacy top that probably showed too much skin and cleavage, but neither of the guys commented on it not wanting to control what you wore which you appreciated.

"Close your eyes for me." Nikki instructed.

You raised your eyebrows, "um, why?"

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life." You answered without hesitation.

"Close your eyes."

You nodded and closed your eyes before Nikki's hand cupped the side of your face gently and then you felt him drawing a small line along your left cheek bone.

There was no mistaking what that mark was.

"T-bone. What do you think?" Nikki asked tilting your head to the side so Tommy could see.

"She's fucking beautiful, man."

"Yeah, she is." Nikki agreed before he lowered his hand from your face, and you felt the chair start to turn again. "Open your eyes, princess."

Slowly, you blinked your eyes open to find yourself now facing the mirror on the desk. Your eyes shifted down to the singular black stripe of warpaint on your cheek that was identical to what you used to have all those years ago.

You smiled at the mirror, "like old times."

Nikki and Tommy both met your gaze through the mirror with bright smiles.

The faded scars on your face and upper arm from the car crash back in 1984 were traced with glitter like you used to do on tour. However, the healed scars on your wrist were covered with bracelets.

You fiddled with the bracelets for a moment before catching sight of the clock on the wall behind.

"It's show time." You announced, climbing off Tommy's lap before shrugging off your leather jacket and throwing it onto the desk. "You boys ready?"

Tommy nodded, "hell yeah."

"Let's do it." Nikki grinned.

You followed the guys out the dressing room and down the long narrow corridor towards the stage before you knocked on Mick's dressing room door as you passed.

"Mick, it's time!" You shouted before walking over to your brother's door and knocking. "Vin, let's roll!"

Nikki then threw his arm around your shoulders while he walked, Tommy off to his other side fiddling with his drumsticks. Mick came out his room joining you down the corridor wearing his long black coat and top hat and then Vince stepped out in his leather pants and black muscle shirt.

The five of you walked down the corridor in sync together.

Vince wrapped his arms around you and Nikki with a bright smile spreading across his face. Tommy sprung himself in the air with one hand on Micks shoulder and another on Nikki's as he jumped up excitingly causing you all to laugh as you made your way towards the stage.

You slipped free from Vince and Nikki as you rounded the corner towards the backstage stairs and paused at the base of them watching the guys all walk up towards the stage.

A swell of love and pride washed over you.

Whenever Tommy sat down behind his drums and Nikki picked up his bass, and Mick plugged in his guitar, something always happened. It was like the air thickened with excitement. You couldn't put your finger on it, but it was like a weird kind of electrical humidity. You didn't just hear it, you felt it. Then Vince would scream the first few words of a song and all you could think was, 'we're home.'

You were a lot older now but some days you still felt eighteen with these guys.

This band had outlived wives and girlfriends, managers, record companies, agents- everything but itself.

From living in the Mötley House along the Sunset Strip and playing at the Whiskey to this moment... Mötley Crüe had fucking made it.

Nikki suddenly stopped halfway up the stairs noticing you were missing and turned in confusion. His smoky eyes locked with yours and he held his hand out towards you. You jogged up the steps and took his hand with a small squeeze.

"You did it. Mötley Crüe are back." You smiled proudly at him. "This is our life."

"If life was a song, then meeting you was the best verse." Nikki whispered in your ear before he placed a tender kiss to your lips.

You closed your eyes savouring the moment before Nikki pulled away with a bright smile on his face. His hand squeezed yours gently before he led you up the stairs catching up with the others just as you reached the stage and the crowd erupted.

Vince threw his hands up in the air enthusiastically. Tommy and Mick holding up devil horns while you stared out at the stadium full of people in front of you. The crowd was screaming and cheering louder than you had ever heard it as Nikki held your joined hands up to the sky.

After everything the band had been through together. All the years of fights, drugs, alcohol, criticism, heartbreak... after everything, they were still here.

That's fate.

That's family.

And that's Mötley fuckin' Crüe.

-

...THE END

-

A/N: I'm actually crying...

I didn't think I'd get emotional about this. It's just a fanfic, it's a fake story... but it's also real. It's based on true events from the band we all know and love, but to me, writing this story has been like a lifeline. And now it's over and I have no idea what to do.

From listening to Girls Girls Girls in my dad's car on the way to school when I was a kid... to 15 years later and I'm blasting Kickstart My Heart in my own car driving to work... then fast forward a couple years to the 14th of November 2023, I'm standing at Marvel Stadium in Melbourne over 1,5000km away from home with my dad watching Mötley Crüe live in concert.

Seeing Mötley Crüe in person... seeing Nikki Sixx on stage playing his bass... seeing Tommy Lee unleash on the drums... hearing Vince Neil scream the songs I grew up listening to and hearing John 5 tearing it up on his guitar carrying on Mick Mars' legacy... words cannot do justice to how fucking amazing those couple of hours were.

In 2022, I moved to a small country town for my career. I live alone. I have no friends or family in this town, they all live over 8 hours away. I'm introvert with bad social anxiety and I like being alone. I like my own space and having my own house, but it hurts sometimes being this lonely, but Mötley Crüe have helped me. From their music to their books, to their movie; The Dirt, to all their YouTube interviews and documentaries to their social media presence. Mötley Crüe have made me feel less lonely. They have helped me in so many ways and I owe everything to them.

I know I'm rambling, but Mötley Crüe, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars and John 5 have saved my life. Sure, to some that might seem stupid and pathetic. Mötley Crüe don't know me. They never will. But they have impacted my life so much and I would not be here typing these words if it wasn't for them. 

So, from the bottom of my heart, I want to thank them.

I don't know what the future holds.

Mötley Crüe are doing some shows in America this year and releasing new music soon (I am so fucking excited to hear it) and according to Nikki on Twitter/X, the band will be back to touring in 2025.

Now, I don't know if that means they will come back to Australia or not, but just the thought... just the mere chance and possibility that Mötley Crüe might be back in my country that is enough to keep going. It is enough to get me out of bed in the mornings and go to work. It is enough for me to keep fighting and I know I will get judged for it but fuck anyone who hates on me for saying that because this band means more to me than you will ever know.

ANYWAY...

When I first started writing this, I never imaged anyone would even read it. I was purely writing this for myself, but I am so so happy that many of you have loved and resonated with this story and Y/N Neil.

Out all the fanfics I've ever written this one means the most to me. Thank you for coming along on this journey. I have had a blast writing this and at the moment, this story is finished, but who knows what the future holds ❤️

This is Sourwolf_sterek32 signing off. Until next time, stay safe everyone. I'm going to go cry and rewatch The Dirt for the hundredth time to make myself feel better xx

[sourwolf-sterek32]

The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

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A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Trigger Warning- language, mentions of past child abuse and past self-harm

Previous Chapter

Chapter 21- Mötley fuckin' Crüe

A week later, you and Nikki were pulling up in front of Tommy's double story mansion across town.

"What are you going to say to him?" You asked, climbing out the car.

Nikki shrugged, "first an apology."

You simply nodded before you walked up the tall stairs to his front door taking two at a time before Nikki knocked. A moment later, Tommy pulled the door open with a cigarette between his lips and a look of surprise on his face.

"Hey, guys." He greeted hesitantly, glancing between you and Nikki unsure what was happening.

"What I did at your wedding..." Nikki began to say causing the confusion on the drummer to double. "I didn't... know... how to do that. How to be there."

"What's up, Nikki?" Tommy asked stopping the bassist struggling with his apology.

"I was really fucking selfish, and I shit on something that was important to you, and I am really sorry."

Tommy glanced over at you briefly before focusing back on Nikki. "I know you pretty well, Sixx, so... I kinda get it. And it's okay. But can you say that last part one more time for me?"

"Don't fucking push it, T-bone." Nikki shook his head with a smirk.

You and Tommy began to laugh before the drummer stepped to the side allowing you both to walk through the front door.

"I heard you and Heather broke up."

Tommy nodded, "yeah."

"I'm sorry, man." Nikki grabbed his shoulder with a small squeeze.

"Knew I'd get you to say it again." Tommy grinned with a laugh.

"Fuck you." Nikki removed his hand while trying not to smile.

Your eyes widened in shock not having realised that him and Heather had broken up. But of course, they would have. Heather would've seen the magazine with the photo of her husband kissing another girl on the front page. And not just any girl. It was you. It was the girl that Tommy would hang around with backstage. The girl he'd lean against during shows. The girl he asked to be his groomsman. The girl he ditched their honeymoon for. No wonder Heather was gone.

"Fuck, Tommy, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have-" You began to apologise before he cut you off.

"It's okay."

"It's not okay. Heather broke up with you because of me. I mean, fuck, you were married for seven years and-"

"Y/N, look at me." Tommy instructed, stepping in front of you and pinching your chin gently between his thumb and index finger before tilting your head up until you met his eyes. "It's okay." He repeated.

"How is that okay?"

Tommy sighed, glancing over your shoulder at Nikki. The two of them had a silent conversation you weren't privy to before his warm hazel eyes met yours once again.

"Because I've been in love with you since high school."

Out of everything you thought Tommy might have said, that was not on the list. That wasn't even on the draft of the fucking list.

Holy shit.

You opened your mouth to respond but no words came out.

"Kiss her, man." Nikki said from behind you, giving the drummer the permission he needed before Tommy tilted your chin up higher and he leant down capturing your lips with his.

You melted against his mouth and cupped his face with your hands deepening the kiss before pulling away and glancing over at Nikki who was smiling.

"Alright. We're going on a mission." He declared holding his hand out towards you.

You grabbed Nikkis hand before taking Tommys in your other and the three of you walked out the house towards Nikki's car.

It was time to go get Mick Mars.

Apparently, Mick just had hip replacement surgery, so you drove out to the hospital to pick him up.

You leant against the side of the car between Nikki and Tommy, and the look on Micks face when he saw the three of you together was priceless.

"About time you three got your shit together." Was his form of greeting as a nurse wheeled him out the front doors on a wheelchair.

You smirked pushing yourself away from the car and walked towards him.

"It's good to see you, Mick."

The older man smiled, "you too, kid."

"How's that new hip, dude? Feel like The Terminator now or some shit?" Tommy asked heading straight for the handles of the wheelchair.

"Touch the chair and I'll terminate you, Drummer." Mick threatened pointing at him.

Tommy quickly raised his hands and stepped back before Mick thanked the nurse behind him and slowly stood up out the wheelchair.

You took a step forward with your hand out, Nikki doing the same unsure how steady he would be on his feet, but the older man simply waved you both off and began walking to the car.

"Stop looking at me like that. Let's go get our fucking singer back already."

-

Locating Vince Neil was harder than you anticipated.

He wasn't at his house and after using the spare key to get inside, it was clear that he hadn't been home for a while.

"Where the hell is he?" Tommy asked, looking around and you had a sinking feeling you knew where your brother had ended up.

Moonshadow's bar downtown.

When Skylar was sick, that was where he went every single night and when she passed, he practically lived there. That place was like a second home to him at that point.

You thought rehab had helped him. He sounded fine when you spoke to him on the phone not long ago, but your brother was still suffering.

"Shit." You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands causing the guys to all look over at you. "I think I know where he is."

The four of you climbed back into Nikki's car and before you knew it, you were heading towards the front door of the small quiet bar. But before you pushed it open, you paused and turned to face the guys.

"Look... just let me talk to Vince first, okay? I-I don't know how he'll react."

They all nodded in agreement before you turned and entered the building.

There were a few people seated at various booths and tables, but there was one man sitting at the bar and there was no mistaking that long blonde hair anywhere. The guys remained by the door, for once actually listening to you, while you walked straight across the room towards your brother.

"You got company." The bartender warned, eyeing you and the guys by the door cautiously.

Vince glanced over his shoulder in confusion before his eyes met yours and he sighed, turning back around staring down at his glass of Jack and coke.

"I-I'm not drinking like I was. Don't worry. This is my only drink even ask him." Vince said defensively motioning up at the bartender.

"It's true. He refuses to let me serve him more than one drink."

You nodded, a little relieved to hear that because for a moment you feared your brother had really fallen off the wagon again.

"I'm proud of you." You admitted, sitting down on the stool beside him before leaning over and resting your head on his shoulder. "And I love you."

Vince didn't say anything to that but tilted his head until it was resting against the top of yours.

"How's your hand?" You asked after a moment, looking down at his scarred knuckles wrapped around his glass.

"Healed." He answered letting go of the glass and squeezing his hand in and out of a fist. "I should have never let dad touch you again. I should have seen it coming and-"

"Vin, it's not your fault."

"It kinda feels like my fault."

You lifted your head from his shoulder and turned in your seat to face him properly.

"It's not your fault." You insisted, reaching over and grabbing his arm. "I'm a grown woman. I can take care of myself."

"Yeah? Well, I'm your big brother. It's my job to protect you and I failed, again."

"You can't protect me from everything, big brother." You whispered, mimicking your words from the day you both ran away from home.

Vince smiled sadly catching on before repeating his own words too, "I can try."

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes while Vince sipped at his drink savouring his one alcoholic beverage before you glanced over your shoulder at the others and nodded them over.

"Vin, the guys are here. They wanna talk to you."

That had your brothers head snapping around so fast, "what? No. Y/N, I don't think-"

"We just wanna talk, Vinnie. That's it." Nikki explained calmly reaching the bar, but your brother just stared down at his glass refusing to look at him. "Come on, Vinnie."

Mick suddenly reached out and placed a firm but gentle hand on your brother's shoulder causing him to flinch.

"Let's talk." Mick said.

Vince glanced over at you hesitantly and you gave him a small reassuring nod causing your brother to let out a deep sigh.

"Okay."

The group of you moved over to a table at the far side of the bar away from everyone else. You sat down between Nikki and Tommy while Mick grabbed some soda for you all and placed it on the table while Nikki spoke.

"I was scared." Nikki admitted, looking at Vince beside him. "After what happened with Razzle, I was scared that I was losing the only thing that ever mattered to me."

"Yeah, your band." Vince muttered.

"No. No. This." Nikki explained motioning to all of you around the table. "Look, we went to war together. Shit changes, people change, but I don't fucking care if Mötley Crüe never plays another note. All I want is my fucking brother back. Because this is the only family that I've ever known."

"We love you, Vin. Okay, fuck, I love ya." Tommy added.

"And I am sorry about Skylar, man." Nikki said gently.

Vince lowered his head avoiding everyone's eyes as his body started to shake and you knew your brother was trying not to cry at the mention of his daughter.

"It's against the laws, man." Vince sobbed, shaking his head. "It's against the fucking rules of the universe."

Your own eyes began to fill with tears as you stared at your brother struggling to hold it together before Mick wrapped his arm around him and that was all it took before Vince started to cry.

"Hey." Nikki soothed, resting his hand on Vince's shoulder.

"We got you, brother." Mick whispered, holding him. "We got you, brother."

Tommy suddenly pulled you into his side while you silently cried, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your back. Tears trickled down your face in a heavy stream despite how hard you tried to stop them, and Nikki reached over with his free hand and grabbed yours on the table giving it a small squeeze for comfort.

Eventually, the tears came to an end. Vince managed to get a hold of himself while you sniffed quietly. Your brother glanced over at you noticing your tear-streaked face before he looked at Tommys arm around you and Nikki's hand holding yours.

"Look, Vince-" Nikki quickly began to say, but your brother cut him off.

"You three together?"

Mick stiffened from across the table fearful that this might be the breaking point for Mötley Crüe. If Vince couldn't accept it, that was it. There was no coming back for Mötley Crüe and the older man knew it. You all knew it.

"I love them, Vince." You began to say before either of them had a chance to open their mouths and say something stupid.

A look of shock washed over your brothers face at those words. He knew that the three of you used to hook up and you eventually told him about the miscarriage. But Vince probably just assumed that it was a casual thing between the three of you. He didn't know that you were in love, and you hoped like hell that piece of new information wouldn't make him any madder than he already was.

You loved Nikki and Tommy.

You loved them both so fucking much, and you were done trying to hide it.

"Yeah, I love them." You continued to say. "And I know you don't approve of that. And we shouldn't have snuck around behind your back way back when, and for that, I'm sorry. But I can't change how I feel."

Vince remained worriedly silent for quite some time while he looked between the three of you carefully.

Tommy and Nikki seemed too frightened to speak which was probably a good thing and Mick was sitting there holding his breath, waiting to see what would happen.

"You guys love each other?" Vince eventually asked, his tone forcefully neutral as he glanced between you all.

"We do, man." Tommy answered without hesitation. "I know your sister is off limits, but we love her, dude. This isn't just some fling or something. We love her."

"He's right." Nikki backed up, Vince's eyes shooting over to the bassist. "Look, man. I've never felt the way I feel about your sister with anyone. I love her, and I'm not going to apologise for it. If you want to walk away, we aren't going to stop you."

"Or you can come back and Mötley Crüe can start playing again." Mick spoke up, resting his hand on Vince's shoulder.

Your brother glanced over at the older man briefly before shifting his focus back to the guys beside you taking in Tommys arm around your back and Nikki's hand still holding yours against the table.

Your heart felt like it was beating out of its chest in anticipation until your brother eventually nodded.

"Let's make some fucking music."

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After announcing Mötley Crüe were back with Vince Neil as their lead singer, the first show sold out within an hour of tickets going on sale.

"Tommy, sit still or I'm gonna ruin your makeup." You warned from where you were literally sitting in his lap trying to apply his eyeliner, but he kept tapping his foot. "God, I forgot how fidgety you used to be before a show."

"I can't help it. I get nervous." He said defensively but managed to stop moving his foot so you could finish.

You lowered the eyeliner and stared at his beautiful hazel eyes making sure they were both perfectly even before you nodded at your handy work in approval.

"Can I move now, baby?"

"Yes, but be careful not to smudge-"

His lips crashed against yours before you could finish that sentence. It was rushed and needy, but perfect all at once.

You tossed the eyeliner in the general direction of the desk before resting your hand over his bare chest. Your fingers traced over the new tattoos that weren't there the last time you were on tour together. His hand shifted down to your waist, sliding up under your jacket until his warm fingers found your skin and he kept his hand there while you kissed him back needily.

The door to your dressing room suddenly opened causing the two of you to pull apart. You looked over your shoulder to find Nikki walking inside now dressed in his leather pants and new black jacket. His signature warpaint stripes were on his face along with a bandana around his forehead.

"Looking good, Sixx." You whistled as he closed the door behind himself, his cheeks blushing a little at your compliment.

You glanced back over at Tommy who was still holding you in his lap and now had red lipstick smeared over his lips.

"I need to wipe this off." You said reaching up to his mouth, but he grabbed your hand before you could do it.

"Leave it. It'll remind me of you."

Your heart swelled at that small gesture before Nikki walked over to the two of you and spun the chair you were both occupying around until you were facing him.

"Your look is missing something." Nikki observed looking your new outfit up and down.

It was just a simple pair of leather pants with chains hanging from the belt loops and a sleeveless red lacy top that probably showed too much skin and cleavage, but neither of the guys commented on it not wanting to control what you wore which you appreciated.

"Close your eyes for me." Nikki instructed.

You raised your eyebrows, "um, why?"

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life." You answered without hesitation.

"Close your eyes."

You nodded and closed your eyes before Nikki's hand cupped the side of your face gently and then you felt him drawing a small line along your left cheek bone.

There was no mistaking what that mark was.

"T-bone. What do you think?" Nikki asked tilting your head to the side so Tommy could see.

"She's fucking beautiful, man."

"Yeah, she is." Nikki agreed before he lowered his hand from your face, and you felt the chair start to turn again. "Open your eyes, princess."

Slowly, you blinked your eyes open to find yourself now facing the mirror on the desk. Your eyes shifted down to the singular black stripe of warpaint on your cheek that was identical to what you used to have all those years ago.

You smiled at the mirror, "like old times."

Nikki and Tommy both met your gaze through the mirror with bright smiles.

The faded scars on your face and upper arm from the car crash back in 1984 were traced with glitter like you used to do on tour. However, the healed scars on your wrist were covered with bracelets.

You fiddled with the bracelets for a moment before catching sight of the clock on the wall behind.

"It's show time." You announced, climbing off Tommy's lap before shrugging off your leather jacket and throwing it onto the desk. "You boys ready?"

Tommy nodded, "hell yeah."

"Let's do it." Nikki grinned.

You followed the guys out the dressing room and down the long narrow corridor towards the stage before you knocked on Mick's dressing room door as you passed.

"Mick, it's time!" You shouted before walking over to your brother's door and knocking. "Vin, let's roll!"

Nikki then threw his arm around your shoulders while he walked, Tommy off to his other side fiddling with his drumsticks. Mick came out his room joining you down the corridor wearing his long black coat and top hat and then Vince stepped out in his leather pants and black muscle shirt.

The five of you walked down the corridor in sync together.

Vince wrapped his arms around you and Nikki with a bright smile spreading across his face. Tommy sprung himself in the air with one hand on Micks shoulder and another on Nikki's as he jumped up excitingly causing you all to laugh as you made your way towards the stage.

You slipped free from Vince and Nikki as you rounded the corner towards the backstage stairs and paused at the base of them watching the guys all walk up towards the stage.

A swell of love and pride washed over you.

Whenever Tommy sat down behind his drums and Nikki picked up his bass, and Mick plugged in his guitar, something always happened. It was like the air thickened with excitement. You couldn't put your finger on it, but it was like a weird kind of electrical humidity. You didn't just hear it, you felt it. Then Vince would scream the first few words of a song and all you could think was, 'we're home.'

You were a lot older now but some days you still felt eighteen with these guys.

This band had outlived wives and girlfriends, managers, record companies, agents- everything but itself.

From living in the Mötley House along the Sunset Strip and playing at the Whiskey to this moment... Mötley Crüe had fucking made it.

Nikki suddenly stopped halfway up the stairs noticing you were missing and turned in confusion. His smoky eyes locked with yours and he held his hand out towards you. You jogged up the steps and took his hand with a small squeeze.

"You did it. Mötley Crüe are back." You smiled proudly at him. "This is our life."

"If life was a song, then meeting you was the best verse." Nikki whispered in your ear before he placed a tender kiss to your lips.

You closed your eyes savouring the moment before Nikki pulled away with a bright smile on his face. His hand squeezed yours gently before he led you up the stairs catching up with the others just as you reached the stage and the crowd erupted.

Vince threw his hands up in the air enthusiastically. Tommy and Mick holding up devil horns while you stared out at the stadium full of people in front of you. The crowd was screaming and cheering louder than you had ever heard it as Nikki held your joined hands up to the sky.

After everything the band had been through together. All the years of fights, drugs, alcohol, criticism, heartbreak... after everything, they were still here.

That's fate.

That's family.

And that's Mötley fuckin' Crüe.

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...THE END

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A/N: I'm actually crying...

I didn't think I'd get emotional about this. It's just a fanfic, it's a fake story... but it's also real. It's based on true events from the band we all know and love, but to me, writing this story has been like a lifeline. And now it's over and I have no idea what to do.

From listening to Girls Girls Girls in my dad's car on the way to school when I was a kid... to 15 years later and I'm blasting Kickstart My Heart in my own car driving to work... then fast forward a couple years to the 14th of November 2023, I'm standing at Marvel Stadium in Melbourne over 1,5000km away from home with my dad watching Mötley Crüe live in concert.

Seeing Mötley Crüe in person... seeing Nikki Sixx on stage playing his bass... seeing Tommy Lee unleash on the drums... hearing Vince Neil scream the songs I grew up listening to and hearing John 5 tearing it up on his guitar carrying on Mick Mars' legacy... words cannot do justice to how fucking amazing those couple of hours were.

In 2022, I moved to a small country town for my career. I live alone. I have no friends or family in this town, they all live over 8 hours away. I'm introvert with bad social anxiety and I like being alone. I like my own space and having my own house, but it hurts sometimes being this lonely, but Mötley Crüe have helped me. From their music to their books, to their movie; The Dirt, to all their YouTube interviews and documentaries to their social media presence. Mötley Crüe have made me feel less lonely. They have helped me in so many ways and I owe everything to them.

I know I'm rambling, but Mötley Crüe, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars and John 5 have saved my life. Sure, to some that might seem stupid and pathetic. Mötley Crüe don't know me. They never will. But they have impacted my life so much and I would not be here typing these words if it wasn't for them. 

So, from the bottom of my heart, I want to thank them.

I don't know what the future holds.

Mötley Crüe are doing some shows in America this year and releasing new music soon (I am so fucking excited to hear it) and according to Nikki on Twitter/X, the band will be back to touring in 2025.

Now, I don't know if that means they will come back to Australia or not, but just the thought... just the mere chance and possibility that Mötley Crüe might be back in my country that is enough to keep going. It is enough to get me out of bed in the mornings and go to work. It is enough for me to keep fighting and I know I will get judged for it but fuck anyone who hates on me for saying that because this band means more to me than you will ever know.

ANYWAY...

When I first started writing this, I never imaged anyone would even read it. I was purely writing this for myself, but I am so so happy that many of you have loved and resonated with this story and Y/N Neil.

Out all the fanfics I've ever written this one means the most to me. Thank you for coming along on this journey. I have had a blast writing this and at the moment, this story is finished, but who knows what the future holds ❤️

This is Sourwolf_sterek32 signing off. Until next time, stay safe everyone. I'm going to go cry and rewatch The Dirt for the hundredth time to make myself feel better xx

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