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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Like Father Like Daughter

You meet Colson while visiting your dad, Tommy Lee, on the set of The Dirt and the rest is history.

Request: “Have colson(mgk) meeting tommy Lee’s daughter(reader) on set of the dirt and they fall in love and she meets casie scared that casie won’t like her but casie loves her”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: I wrote this 3 different times because I didn’t like the first two…

Word Count: 2558

Day One

Stepping out into the New Orleans air for the first time was shocking; the smell of cigarettes, liquor, and swamp mixing around in your nose. But there was something in the air; something electric, exciting; something new. You headed towards the studio where your dad told you he was working for the day. A young woman with an earpiece and a clip board found you at the entrance, a kind smile on her face. “You’re Y/N, right? Tommy’s daughter.”

You nodded, letting her lead you through the maze of sets until you walked into a large room with lights and cameras surrounding an area of floor that was set up to look like the set of one of Motley Crue’s old music videos. Your father was on the set, talking to two men who looked around your age and Jeff Tremaine, the film’s director. You hesitantly walked further into the space, but not past the cameras, to alert him of your presence. This process was made much easier by your Uncle Nikki spotting you from across the room and shouting “Little Lee!”

Your dad, along with the men he was talking to and a few other people in the room, turned to look at you. You smiled shyly, sending a small wave to your dad’s best friend. Your dad beckoned for you to join his conversation, wrapping an arm around your side once you landed next to him. “Hey kiddo, how was your flight?”

You leaned into his shoulder, “it was fine. Longer than I’d expected but, at least I’m here.” You took in the unfamiliar faces of the men surrounding you, eyes lingering on the man with bright blue eyes and a drumstick twirling around in his hands.

“Oh, shit, right. This is my oldest, Y/N.” Your dad introduced you to the guys. “Y/N you know Jeff, this is Douglas,” he motioned towards the guy with long black hair and two painted stripes under his eyes, “he’s playing Nikki in the movie.” You nodded, sending the man a smile which he returned brightly. “And this is Colson, he’s me.” He pointed to the man your eye had caught on, who sent you a wide grin.

“Nice to meet you.” You said, towards all the men, but your eyes still trapped in Colson’s blue ones.

The rest of the day was spent uneventfully. You watched the boys film scenes over the monitor with your dad, him feeding you commentary on what actually happened. Even though you’d heard most of the stories growing up, you let him retell them.

You kept finding your attention drifting towards the man with bright blue eyes, a long black wig, and a set of drumsticks always at hand. Your dad noticed, teasing you every chance he got. “He’s hot, right?”

“Dad!” You huffed.

He chuckled, “Just spitting facts. At least I’m not the one drooling over him like a teenage girl.”

You rolled your eyes, “I am 26 years old: I don’t drool over boys.”

“Oh, well, Colson’s a man.” He elbowed you jokingly.

“You’re annoying.”

“Passed it down to you, kiddo.”

Later on, he’d swear he had nothing to do with it, but you’d always suspected he told Colson about your attraction for the man, as after filming wrapped for the day, Colson asked you to dinner. It was quite honestly the best date you’d been on in a long time, and soon you were agreeing to another the next night.

With Colson everything seemed naturally easy. He was one of the sweetest, funniest guys you’d met, and you wouldn’t have to worry about your dad not liking him. The only problem was that you were only able to spend a week in New Orleans with him.

Day 6

“You live in LA, right?” He asked on the walk back to your apartment, his jacket slung around your shoulders.

You looked up at him with the same smile that had been on your face the entire night, “yeah, why?”

He let out a nervous chuckle, “well, I was hoping that when I get back to LA in a month, we could do this again?”

Your smile turned into a smirk, “are you asking me to wait for you, Colson Baker?”

“When you put it like that I sound like a fuckin dweeb.”

“I thought I was making you sound romantic.” You whined jokingly, hand reaching out to intertwine with his. “But if you were asking, I would say yes.”

“It’s a date.”

“You better call me while you’re gone though.”

He looked down at you with a confused expression, “what do you take me for, an idiot? I am going to be texting and calling you so much you’ll be begging me to stop.”

“Good.”

You swung your hands back in forth the rest of the way home, comfortable silence enveloping you. Colson walked you all the way to the door of your hotel room, leaning against the wall as you unlocked the door. You turned to him before making your way into the room, a sad smile on your face. “I’ll see you in a month?”

He leaned off the wall and moved to stand directly in front of you, hands grazing your hips lightly, hesitantly. “One very long month,” he mumbled, trying to burn your image into his memory.

“Well,” you started, “maybe you should give me something to remember you by.” Colson raised his eyebrow at you, feeling somewhat taken aback by your boldness. But then he remembered who your dad was and was much less surprised.

His grip on your hips tightened as he leaned in, lips colliding with yours. Your arms moved up his arms slowly, landing finally around his neck. The kiss was sweet and slow, something you would have never expected from looking at the man. His lips felt intoxicating, like you would die if you pulled apart. It had only been a single kiss, but you were already addicted.

You were broken out of your trance by cheering from the end of the hallway, a familiar voice calling out “that’s my girl!” Your face turned red as you pulled apart, finding your dad and his fiancé, Brittany, clapping at the end of the hallway.

“You are so fucking embarrassing.” You told him as he approached you and gave Colson a firm pat on the shoulders.

“It could be worse. If it was anyone else, I probably would’ve kicked his ass for even thinking about kissing you.” Tommy said, an innocent smile on his face. “But Colson, I will kill you if you fuck this up.”

The blond boy gave him a small salute, “yes sir.”

Day 34

Your text tone rang from your phone as you sat on your couch, watching TV.

Colson:

Be ready in 45

Even though you’d spent the last 4 weeks facetiming him, you weren’t fully convinced that Colson would keep good on his promise to see you again once he got back in town. You’d been pretty convinced he wouldn’t as the days dragged on with no mention of his return or a reunion. But here he was, telling you to be ready for something.

You texted him back

Wait… are you serious?

When he responded with a

Flight just landed, yes I’m serious.

You squealed, rushing around the house to get ready. The simple thought of seeing him in person, of hopefully tasting his intoxicating lips again, made your heart flutter. And then he was knocking on your door. When you opened it to see him standing there, a single rose in his hand and a nervous smile on his face, you wanted to jump into his arms.

He was a gentleman the entire night, opening your door for you, pulling out your chair, complimenting you. Everything just felt so perfect. And when he walked you up to your door and kissed you goodnight, you swooned.

Day 50

You were sat on his couch, your back resting against his chest as some movie played on the TV. One of his hands was wrapped around your waist, the other intertwined with your own. You’d been sitting in relative silence for a while, save for the noise from the TV.

But that was broken when Colson spoke softly, “I know this is lame but like, I gotta make sure. You’re my girlfriend, right?”

You chuckled lightly at his lame attempt to ask you to be his girlfriend. “No, I’ve just been going out on dates with you and not talking to anyone else for shits and giggles.”

He let out a breath of air from his nose humorously, “Okay cool.”

“That was a yes, by the way.” You turned your head and leaned up to press a soft, strained kiss to his lips.

“Cool.”

Day 96

You were half asleep, wrapped up in Colson’s arms on his bed. Your head rested on his chest, eyes struggling to stay open. Colson was just as tired of you were, his words slowing when he said, “I think I’m in love with you.”

You mumbled out a lazy “really?” too tired to be shocked at the gravity of what he was saying. Truthfully, you weren’t all that surprise at the admission, as you had been looking for the right way to express the same sentiment.

“Yeah. I’m pretty fuckin’ in love with you.”

“Sweet” You mumbled, pressing a small kiss to his bare chest.

His chest shook with a silent giggle, “Cool.”

“I love you too.” You said, snuggling closer into him.

“Sweet.”

”Cool.”

Day 102

You were making pancakes at your stove, Colson’s arms wrapped around you from behind. He’d been staying the night at your house for almost a week, simulating the feeling of living with you. You couldn’t admit that the thought wasn’t attractive, having him around almost all the time was amazing and something you were afraid of ending.

“Hey, could I ask you something?” He mumbled as you watched the pancakes cook. You hummed a response and he continued, “my daughter’s gonna be in town next week. I was hoping you’d meet her.”

You bit your lip, a grin growing on your face. You knew meeting Casie was a big deal to Colson, he had told you many times how important she was to him. He didn’t let her meet just anyone in his life. “Yeah, I’d love that.”

But then that thought crossed through your mind; the one that would raise your anxiety levels for the next seven days. What if Casie doesn’t like me?

If Casie didn’t like you, things with you and Colson would be over. He didn’t even have to tell you that, you just knew. And you couldn’t blame him; she’s the most important person in his life. But you loved Colson, and you wanted him to be around for a while. So, if you made a bad first impression, everything would crumble down.

And that’s exactly what you told him a few days later while you lay in bed, Ferris Bueller playing in the background as you traced the outlines of his tattoos.

Day 106

“What if Casie doesn’t like me?”

“Babe, she’s nine years old. She’ll get over it.” He kissed the top of your head lightly, fingers running up and down your spine.

“Yeah, but what if she doesn’t? I know you won’t wanna be with me if she doesn’t approve. And I don’t blame you. I don’t want to be with you if she doesn’t want me to be.”

He grabbed your chin, pulling you to look at him, “you worrying right now is exactly the reason she’s gonna love you and the reason why I already do.” He kissed you softly, your eyes fluttering closed. He still manages to take your breath away.

“I love you too,” you whispered, “I’m just scared of losing you.”

He chuckled, “Casie’s tough, I won’t lie, but she’s going to see just how amazing you are and fall right in love with you. And, if you want extra brownie points, you should let her help you bake something.”

“Was that accidental or were you trying to make a really bad pun?”

He pressed another kiss to your lips, chuckling slightly, “they don’t call me comedy genius for nothing, babe.”

“No one calls you that.”

Day 109

Colson had decided it would be best for you and Casie to meet at his house, mostly because he hated taking Casie out in LA. He’d ordered dinner to be delivered and told you he’d stocked up on baking supplies for you and Casie. Now all you had to do was show up.

He answered the door, pulling you in for a long kiss as soon as he saw you. “I love you.” He whispered, trying to ease your nerves. You spoke the words back to him, letting him take your hand and lead you inside. “Hey, Case, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

You’d seen Casie through pictures that Colson had shown you or from around the house, but she seemed so much prettier in person. You could tell by the way she moved that she took after her father, just like people always said about you. “I’m Y/N.” You said shyly, a soft smile on your face.

Casie beamed up at you, “I’m Casie. Dad talks about you a lot.”

You chuckled, turning to him, “he does?”

She nodded, “he thinks you’re great.”

“I think he’s pretty great too.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “He tells me about you all the time.”

“Really?”

You smiled at her excitement, “heck yeah. I was so scared to meet you because of how cool he makes you sound.”

The three of you ate dinner, chatting conversation. You were less nervous than before; Casie seeming to like you, but you were still on edge. When you finished, Colson announced, “I happen to know that two of the best cookie makers in California are sitting at this table and I am not one of them.” He looked between you and Casie, a smile on his face. “So, I believe cookies are in order.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, an amused smile on your face. “You’re helping us.”

Casie nodded, “every master chef needs an assistant.”

“She speaks truth.”

Colson pouted at both of you, “I was gonna be the judge.”

Casie giggled, getting up from the table and dragging her dad by the arm to the kitchen. “Too bad!”

You stayed at the table, picking up dishes and taking them to the sink before joining the other two at the counter in front of a large bowl and a variety of ingredients. Colson was currently holding a bag of chocolate chips over Casie’s head as she jumped to reach it, failing miserably. “Y/N he won’t give me the chocolate chips.” She whined.

You gave Colson a stern look, “hand them over, noodle boy.” You held out your hand and he placed the bag into your palm, a pout on his face. Casie laughed, repeating the phrase “noodle boy” to herself as you handed her the bag.

“So, are you two just gonna team up against me the whole night?” He asked, looking between you two.

Casie and you made eye contact, firmly shaking your heads, “absolutely” you said at the same time.

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cursedmotleycrueimages · 2 years

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#we're interrupting our regularly scheduled cursed programming to bring you:#another boi ft. doggo #nikki sixx #mötley crüe #cursed motley crue images #blessed motley crue images

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saint-gerard-of-arc · 3 years

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Y'all since I don't have any ability to restrain myself I created a blog for cursed Mötley Crüe images @cursedmotleycrueimages . Can't wait to see y'all there lmao <3

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livingmybestfictionallife · 3 years

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Live Wire --The Dirt-- 16

This is part 1 of the US Festival and mostly told in Nikki’s perspective. Next part will be a direct continuation of this chapter.

Doc and Doug has brought Wren along to each meeting they attended that planned Motley Crue’s involvement with the US Festival in the winter of 1982 and the spring of 1983, and they couldn’t deny the woman had a surprising knack for entertainment management. They’d known she would be an asset to them when it came to being a voice of reason to the twenty-something-year-old band of buffoons Motley Crue tended to be, but they didn’t suspect her to be an asset on the more professional and managerial aspect of her role. After how she’d handled herself upon meeting them at the Rainbow, they shouldn’t have underestimated her, but it was the 1980s and she was a twenty-year-old girl who happened to stumble across one of the next biggest bands to hit LA. They treated her as their acquaintance’s great-niece whom they presumed was a groupie for this band, but damn did they get a wakeup call afterwards.

First of all, Nikki and Tommy refused to accept any assistance from Doc or Doug without the stipulation that they became additions to Wren and not replacements, and Mick and Vince were quick to back up their bass player and drummer. Second, it seemed that when it came to booking local gigs, Wren had always beaten the pair to the punch; in fact, a lot of the calls Doc and Doug made to venues asking to get the band booked were responded with “Yeah, Ledden called up and scheduled a couple weekend shows about two weeks ago. You guys looking to book more than that?” At first it was frustrating to be one-upped by a newbie to the scene, but then they realized that Motley Crue were the newbies to the Strip and were taking it by storm. Why would the person who they had as their initial—and for the longest time only—manager be any different than they were?

However, booking the US Festival had more to do with Doc’s history with the Scorpions than Wren’s determination. Apparently, Doc and Mikkey Dee had remained in touch after changing management, and Mikkey had shared the fact that the producers of the event were searching for another act for Heavy Metal Day. However, just because she hadn’t booked the gig before Doc or Doug didn’t mean they weren’t going to include her in the planning process. Time and time again she impressed them to the point they forgot she was hardly any older than the youngest members of the band.

Nikki bit the inside of his lip as he watched the morning sun kiss Wren’s skin from where he stood at a distance. A soft breeze dusted the earth as the band wandered the festival grounds, preparing for what would be one of their biggest breaks in the United States. He’d lingered behind and paced slowly alongside Mick as Wren and Tommy hurried ahead with Vince to explore their surroundings. Nikki had known Wren for two years now, and had seen her in a number of different lights: strong, defiant, independent, vulnerable, scared, and sorrowful, but one of his favorites was her genuine excitement towards things. Even though he stood a few feet behind her, he knew her face would be beaming under the sunglasses she’d stolen from him that morning on the way to the event. Her cheeks would be full with delight as her intoxicating smile fell over her lips. Her movements were energetic as she and Tommy noticed her the stage the band would share that day with the greats that had paved the way for them. With jubilance in her steps, Wren nearly dragged Tommy by the arm as she ran towards the stage. With a leap, Wren heaved herself up onto the stage with her best friend on her heels. Together, they stood arm in arm, and gazed out at the vast grounds before them that would soon be filled with eager fans throwing themselves around to the newest songs she and Nikki had written.

Nikki couldn’t help himself as he stared up at the woman he’d slowly begun to—no, it’s too early for that, Sixx. He knew a smile was rising to his face as he looked up at Tommy and Wren. Without a second thought, he grabbed the polaroid camera Wren had asked him to hold for her, pointed the lens at his two closest friends as Tommy put his arm around Wren’s shoulders and pointed out across the grounds. There was something about capturing them in such a pure moment in their friendship that made the smile on Nikki’s face grow only to fall. Seeing them together, forever frozen in that moment as the image began to appear on the photograph before him, Nikki couldn’t help but disdain how Tommy was blessed with the luxury of being able to act however he wants around Wren with no consequences from Doc or Doug. Nikki already wasn’t the biggest fan of having the pair of new managers, and he was convinced that if they knew he was dating Wren, they would treat her less like one of their equals and more like a groupie.

Fuck, he cursed himself as he thought back to how Wren was initially treated when the band was still in its infancy. No one took her seriously, she had to fight her way to the top of waiting lists just to talk to someone to get them booked in a shitty dive bar because they assumed she was just some groupie trying to find out where Motley Crue was playing and not their fucking manager trying to book a show. He didn’t want her to back peddle on the name she’d made for herself as Motley Crue’s manager, but having two other people assigned the same title seemed, at least to Nikki, like a slap in the face to Wren’s success over the past two years.

I’m going to be the reason she doesn’t succeed. The harrowing thought crossed Nikki’s mind without warning as he stared at the photo before him of Wren and Tommy, excitedly gaping about what was both literally and figuratively on the horizon. The single moment he’d captured in time of two friends who meant the world to one another brought up the ugly feelings of jealousy he used to harbor upon realizing he would never have as much history with Wren as Tommy, Mick, or even Vince did. Nikki tried to push those feelings down as he noticed Wren jump down from the stage, rush up to him, pull the camera from his neck and give it to Tommy.

“Let’s get a picture Nikki,” she said once she returned to his side. As he shoved the intrusive thought from his mind, it seemed to manifest in his heart. He slipped and arm around her waist, but the pair didn’t move any closer than where they currently stood, and Nikki knew that if any stranger compared the two photos, they would assume Tommy was the one dating Wren…not him.

As Tommy clicked the button and handed the camera back to Wren, the picture began to print. Before Wren could examine the photo, Nikki had snatched it from where it was printing and had begun to shake it above his head. “You’re going to ruin it,” she huffed as she lowered the camera’s lanyard around her neck and folded her arms over her chest as her eyes narrowed on her boyfriend.

“Shaking it helps the ink dry faster,” Nikki stated so matter-of-factly that had Wren not read the instruction manual of her camera, she would have believed him. She rolled her eyes and huffed at his observation before speaking again.

“Shaking it damages the image, you arrogant know-it-all,” she muttered with a smirk on her lips. Nikki wanted to make her come after him to retrieve the photo, but he knew there were eyes on them: more specifically, the eyes of the two people they hired to be equals with Wren, but whom he believed were trying to become her bosses. Slowly, he extended the photo back to her and felt his heart sink once more that morning as she plucked the picture from his fingers.

“Whatever you say, babe,” Nikki sighed under his breath as Doug approached where the trio stood.

“Getting a lay of the land I see,” he commented to the group without really looking any of them in the eye. This—standing alone in and desolate field merely hours before it would become teeming with life and excitement—was nothing new to Doug. He’d been in bigger places with bigger bands, and he would be lying if he tried to say he could still remember how exhilarating the newness of everything was. To Doc and Doug, the scene was like any relationship—after the honeymoon phase is over, it’s all the same shit. Hell, they’d been in the game so long they hardly even associated with anyone afflicted by the honeymoon phase of stardom anymore. “You guys are on at 5 tonight. Don’t do anything too stupid beforehand and don’t fucking break yourselves! If a bone splits and you can’t play all of us are fucking S.O.L.” Wren furrowed her eyebrows at Doug’s way of warning the guys not to be a couple of dumbasses, but didn’t bother to interrupt. “You’re going on after Quiet Riot and are going to be followed up by Ozzy Osbourne.”

“No fucking way! We’re opening for Ozzy?” Tommy asked as he folded his arms across Wren’s shoulders and leveraged his weight against hers.

“Yeah, and after him is Judas Priest, followed by Triumph, the Scorpions, and then Van Halen,” Doug explained before he lost Tommy’s attention. “The gates open at 3 so sound check is going to be around 11 for you guys.”

“Don’t start getting into costume until around 3:45 or 4. It’s supposed to be hot and all that leather is going to be a pain in the ass for you guys to sit in for longer than necessary,” Wren interjected as Doug continued his spiel.

“Doc is talking with Mick and Vince right now. We’re going to need all four of you in trailer two by 10:30 and then again at 3:30. Do you mind wrangling them up for that, Wren?” Doug asked and turned to the woman who was currently being used by the lanky drummer as something to rest his head on.

“No problem. I can get them started on hair and makeup then,” Wren responded as she watched the corners of Nikki’s mouth tighten as he pulled back his lips and attempted to hold his tongue.

“Thanks. Doc and I will be a little tied up by then. Do they have a set list made up yet?” Doug continued as he paid no attention to the tension building in Nikki’s body.

“Yeah, Nikki wrote one up,” she said as she dug into her back pocket to find the piece of notebook paper he’d slipped into her denim shorts that morning. She blushed at the memory of a rather groggy Nikki, still half asleep, leaving his room just to come into the kitchen where Wren was making herself some Eggo waffles for breakfast. He stood behind her, slipped his arms around her waist, and held onto her as if she were the only thing keeping him on his feet. After muttering a few obscenities about how early they all had to get up to drive to San Bernardino, his hands fell on her waist once more as he dragged himself away from being plastered to her back, and slid a piece of paper into her back pocket before giving her ass a nice squeeze.

“Great, I’ll can get this to the sound engineers. Stay with them and make sure they don’t fuck this up,” Doug said with a sly smirk on his face as he turned away from the three founding members of the Crue.

“She’s not a glorified babysitter!” Nikki spat back before Doug was out of earshot.

“Dude!” Tommy hissed under his breath as he back handed Nikki in the chest. “Do you really want to lose the people who got us this far?”

“They didn’t get us this far, Tommy. They got us this gig. Wren got us everything else, we put ourselves on the map, and now they’re swooping in like vultures, trying to take credit for Motley’s success.” Wren could feel the anger pouring from Nikki’s words, and as much as she wanted to help calm him down, she couldn’t believe the reason he was harboring so much resentment towards Doc and Doug.

“Calm down, Nikki. It’s okay,” she tried to say only for Tommy to speak over her.

“Just chill out, dude. They’re not the bad guys here.”

“What? I can’t correct him in his assumption of what her fucking job is?” Nikki scoffed as he took in Tommy’s wary expression and Wren’s confusion.

“Look, if it bothers me enough, I’ll correct them, okay?” Nikki knew she only meant that she could handle herself, but his mind was on edge. He’d felt an immense amount of bitterness, shame, and guilt for a number of different reasons, all of which he did not want to talk about with Wren because…well because he knew he was being erratic and that her decision on the matter was the best decision to make.

“Of course, you can. I almost forgot I’d learned that lesson the hard way.” Nikki couldn’t keep himself from adding that unnecessary comment, but he certainly hoped he’d said it soft enough for neither Tommy or Wren to hear.

“On that note, I’m going to go check on Mick and Vince,” Wren announced as the smile that had occupied her face fell into a scowl at Nikki’s words. Tommy waited until Wren was well out of their range before he punched Nikki in the arm.

“Ow! What the fuck, man?”

“I should ask you the same thing!” Tommy hissed as he pointed in the direction Wren had walked. “What the hell was that?”

“What the hell was what?” Nikki asked as he rubbed off the punch he had received and glared into Tommy’s dark, furiously swirling eyes.

“Are you two fighting?” Nikki could hear the obvious change in Tommy’s voice as the abrasive and accusing tone shifted into that of concern. Taking Nikki’s silence as a confirmation, Tommy continued. “She’s been so happy, recently. When did you start fighting?”

“We’re not fighting,” Nikki said through somewhat gritted teeth.

“Well, that sounds like something a person in a happy relationship would say. You’ve got me convinced,” Tommy sneered as he folded his arms over his chest and glared at Nikki. With his impatience growing, Nikki found a portion of the walls he’s built up around himself begin to crumble—not enough to let someone in, but just enough for a six-foot-four-inch-tall drummer to look over and see what was happening on the inside.

“I didn’t want her to be a groupie.” Nikki sighed in defeat as he balled his right hand into a fist.

“She’s not a groupie,” Tommy quickly denied.

“I know that, and you know that, but Doc and Doug won’t believe it and neither would anyone else we come across who should look at her as the professional she is with this band. They’re just going to see Wren and think, ‘Oh, it’s the girl that fucks around with Motley Crue,’ but she’s so much fucking more than that.”

“She doesn’t fuck around with Motley Crue. She fucks around with you, making her a you-ie, not a groupie.” Tommy tried to chuckle a little to lighten Nikki’s mood, but he didn’t seem to know the best ways to reassure Nikki, at least not in the ways that Wren did.

“I just don’t want to be the reason she isn’t taken seriously. I don’t want to feel like I’m holding her back.” As Nikki vocalized his concerns, Tommy couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sorry dude, but Wren’s a tornado. Once she’s on a path, there’s not much that can stop her. I mean, I’ve never tried to lasso a tornado, but I would assume it would be easier than holding Wren back from doing what she’s set her mind to. Besides that, Wren is always going to make sure she’s taken seriously, regardless of her connections to anyone. Fuck, I’m her best friend! The most non-serious human being to attend a high school was best friends with the girl who was valedictorian and had her associate’s degree before she got her high school diploma! No one who knows Wren doubts her, and no one who doubts her matters.”

“Then why the fuck do I feel so shitty about what would happen to her if Doc and Doug knew she was with me?”

“Maybe the reason you feel like shit and are concerned about damaging any reputation she has with the new managers is because you love her.” The second that word—the ‘L’ word Nikki hadn’t used to describe anyone other than his grandparents—left Tommy’s mouth, Nikki’s stomach sank and he contemplated throwing up on Tommy’s shoes for suggesting such a thing. Love? No. Love was something people spend their lives looking for and end up settling for something similar—some other type of connection that feels like what they assume love is. Love isn’t something that walks into a men’s room from an alley, mouths off to you, and steals your liquor. Love isn't something that happens to you after getting punched in the face. It doesn't walk up to your booth in a diner dressed in leather. Love doesn't have an intoxicating smile. It isn't when someone gets you riled up for the sake of being able to. It’s not the reason people steal music for someone else, or the catalyst behind one’s anger after someone else is harmed. It’s not the sharing of pain from one soul to another, or the safety of home a person finds in another person. Love doesn't just wander into your life at twenty-three-years-old, burrow inside your chest, and then decides to wake up from its nap two years later. Is it?

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valentines-in-london · 4 years

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I Need Fire (Part 22)

Authors Note: Hello everyone. Oh my gosh I am so sorry for the delay! I haven’t been in a great place mentally and am finally starting to come out of it and get inspired again. I don’t even know if anyone will read this because I’ve been gone so long. And if that’s the case it’s on me and know I truly am so sorry! If this chapter does get any feedback I would greatly appreciate it, I’ve really missed you all<3 Word Count: 4,963 Warnings: smut Taglist: @freddiessmallnipples @triplehaitches @samanthadegaro @lauravic @oh-well1 @la-sorciere-fleur @anxious-diabetic @xdeath-soulx @fanofnightz @songbirdkisses kaitieskidmore1 If you’d like to be added please let me know!

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Chapter 22

Tommy walked into the studio the next day and was abruptly smacked in the chest with a magazine by Doc. "Did you fucking propose?"

"Doc, what?" Tommy asked confused looking down at the magazine in his hand.

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Tommy's eyes went wide, "What the fuck?"

"Exactly, what the fuck. If you're going to do something like that you need to let me know first." Doc said sternly.

"Why should I let you know anything, you're not my fucking dad. I don’t need your permission to do anything outside the fucking band." Tommy spat back.

"I might not be your dad Tommy but I might as well be of this band. And like it or not you're on your way to super stardom, and if one of the pretty boys get engaged it impacts the bands image." Doc replied. Tommy could feel anger rushing through his veins. It was his life he didn't need to answer to fucking anyone about what he did.

"Fuck the bands image, or my image. I'm not a puppet for anyone to control. I'm engaged to Rayne and that's the end of it." Tommy shouted before throwing open the door to the studio.

Three members of the band were ready to record however they were waiting on a certain blonde to make his appearance. Tommy's legs bounced with nervous energy he was pissed at Doc for ambushing him as soon as he walked in and he was pissed at Vince for wasting his time. Tommy, Mick and Nikki had been waiting around for hours.

"Hey Tommy vacuum this mess up." Nikki said sliding a silver plate full of blow over to Tommy. Tommy looked at the plate, the powder tempting him like nothing else. While waiting for Vince to show of course Nikki filled that down time with drugs.

"Nah Sixx I'm okay." Tommy rubbed his sweaty hands along his blue jeans before getting up and standing over the piano. "Where the fuck is Vince? We've been here for almost two hours and we've accomplished jack shit."

"What's with you?" Nikki narrowed his eyes. Tommy went to speak when Vince walked through the door.

"It's about time." Tommy said under his breath.

"Alright I'm here let's get started." Vince said as if he were only minutes late.

"Here Vinny I got some lyrics for you." Nikki said undeterred.

"Home Sweet Home?" Vince asked.

"It's been too long buddy." Tommy could hear Nikki's lack of sincerity bleed through. He watched as Nikki pushed the plate of blow towards Vince. "Have a bump with me."

"I just got out of fuckin jail Nikki." Vince spoke in a biting tone before composing himself and taking the plate from Nikki. Vince snorted the white powder before he starting keeling over, coughing. "What the fuck was that?"

"That was smack." Nikki said non chalantly which made Tommy's neck snap to look at the two of them. He cursed himself at the chuckle that fell from his lips.

"Oh but I'm the fuckin problem?" Vince shouted leaning over the garbage can taking a look at the magazine cover inside. "You're fucking engaged?"

With one sentence everyone in the bands eyes were on Tommy. "Uh yeah. I did it over the holidays. What's the fuckin problem?"

"Well it affects the image of the band Tommy." Nikki said after snorting a line of smack.

"Who gives a fuck about our image dude? I thought it was supposed to be about music?". Tommy started to get pissed again.

"The bad boys of rock no more. And now you won't even do lines with me." Nikki mocked.

"Oh fuck off Nikki. I think the track marks on your arm will keep the image up just fine." Tommy was fuming at this point He was in a band with junkies and alcoholics, himself included, but him being in love was a problem. They could all fuck off as far as he was concerned. He could tell that his words struck a nerve with Nikki. Tommy knew that his friend had progressed onto heroin. Tommy had visited Nikki over the break to find the bass player hunched over in his closet with a lighter and a spoon.

"Hate to break it up boys but Tommy are you ready to start laying your tracks down?" The producer buzzed in.

"With fucking pleasure." Tommy shot up and walked into the booth where his drums were set up. “And for the record, I was ready fucking two hours ago. Maybe in the future we record separately.”

One thing was for sure if this was how the recording process was going to be, this record was going to be a total shit show.

One Month Later

Tommy's instinct was right, the recording of the next album which they were tentatively calling Entertainment or Death was an absolute disaster. The songs were mediocre at best and there was no passion behind it. If the band was a dictatorship and he was in charge he would've scrapped everything and started over. Mick was drinking multiple bottles of vodka a day. Vince was on the down low with his drinking and pill intake. Nikki it goes without saying was the most fucked up out of them all. Heroin was his main priority and the effects it had on him were frightening.

Tommy had kept his promise to Rayne until a few nights ago. He felt like a complete fuck up but he was back to not using. The urges were strong but he knew he couldn't fuck up again. He had decided not to tell Rayne because he knew she'd be crushed and he couldn't do that to her. On top of all that it was finally the night of Stanley's fashion show. Rayne had been a ball of stress the past week and a half, he didn't want to add to that stress. Tonight was all about supporting her, he kept repeating to himself.

Tommy walked into the room where the show would take place, he had never been to a fashion show before so he didn't know exactly what to expect. The room was buzzing with everyone from photographers to journalists to select celebrities. Tommy looked around the room before his eyes landed on a big waterfall of blond hair that belonged to Jo. He made his way over to her, taking the seat beside her.

"Hey Jo." Tommy said glancing down at the bouquet of flowers in her lap. “What are those for?”

"Hey Tommy." Jo smiled. "I wasn't sure you'd make it. I heard Tom was a slave driver in the studio. And they’re for Rayne, it’s such a big deal! It’s her first fashion show."

"Well he is. But regardless nothing was going to keep me from seeing my girls big debut." Tommy smiled wide. The level of pride he felt for Rayne was through the roof. Not only did she apparently inspire Stanley in the first place, she helped him with ideas and themes and helped put this whole thing together. He was blown away by the amount of work she put into it. As he looked around the room everything had Rayne's touch. From the gold and purple lighting to the rich velvet drapes hanging from the ceiling. He couldn’t help himself from beating himself up however by not bringing her a big bouquet of flowers. He had literally come straight from the studio, the band gave him shit for having to cut out for the night. To be honest every guy in the band should’ve been there as far as Tommy was concerned, Rayne had supported them endlessly through the years and she deserved the same.

Tommy watched as a number of photographers began to move toward and line the stage, to say he was happy to have the cameras pointed away from him tonight was an understatement.

Meanwhile backstage Rayne's nerves were coursing through her veins and it was showing through her shaking hands. She sat in a makeup chair while a makeup artist smudged black eyeshadow and liner across her eyelids. At the same time a hair stylist was piling and pinning curls on top of her head to create a dramatic shape, it was vintage but still had a modern touch to it. Once her makeup was done she got up and was quickly put into her first outfit, which the first bunch of the night were structured suits made from different materials such as leather, lace, suede, and pvc. Rayne’s was a lace suit that gave off a nude illusion with high shoulders, a tightly nipped waist and a skirt that flared out just after hugging her hips.

Rayne wished she could truly take in the backstage experience, it was absolutely buzzing! Beautiful models running around everywhere, makeup artists, and hair stylists in tow. The diversity between the models was something Rayne was really proud of. She and Stanley worked tirelessly and really thought outside the box to book different models. Stanley was really passionate about the idea of incorporating drag queens into the show. Stanley had taken Rayne to a drag show one night when Tommy was away and she had an absolute blast. The girls were a total hoot and had curves that even made Rayne jealous, even though Stanley assured her that their curves were not natural. Rayne and Stanley had also booked some older women in their show, because the entire idea behind Stanley’s show was that curves were beautiful and should be embraced no matter someones age or gender. And boy did the clothes look amazing on everyone, she had heard from almost every model how incredible it was to feel good in clothes and not be trying to hide or cover their body shape.

After reminding herself to breathe for the umpteenth time she heard Stanley’s voice which snapped her out of her nervous bubble. “Bella you look stunning!”

��I just hope I don’t fall on stage.” Rayne chuckled looking down at Stanley as she shook the nerves from body.

“You’re going to be flawless, Bella. Remember show your personality and have fun! I love you.” Stanley gave her hands a reassuring squeeze.

“I love you too.” Rayne smiled. “Thank you for everything Stanley, this honestly feels like a dream.”

“You’re the reason I’m here Bella. You’ve inspired me, you breathed new life into this fashion house. Now go out and rock it.” Rayne nodded her head looking up as the show director called five minutes and for all models to get into position. Rayne walked toward the backstage runway curtain and the show director. She was the first one out so she stood at the front of the line. Her heart was pounding but as the minutes wound down she slowly became more confident. She heard as the music pounded through the room and the lights went down, there was a little introduction light show and before she knew it Rayne was told to go. She walked out on the runway hitting a pose before she turned to walk down it. Photographers were practically crawling on the sides of the runway, flashbulbs going off constantly. It was an unnatural experience but Rayne kept her head up and legs moving forward with confidence. When Rayne reached the end of the runway she again hit a pose before flashing a smile and shaking her hips causing the bottom of the skirt to flirtatiously shake. The crowd cheered and with a final wink Rayne began her walk back down the runway. Another model began to walk toward Rayne on the runway and she stuck her hand out and the two women high fived. When Rayne reached the backstage area she was quickly whisked away to change into another outfit and get her hair fixed.

The process repeated six more times through the night before they walked the runway as a group in their final looks. The last looks of the night were very dramatic. All the models wore long coats in various color shades with a slit up the center of the coat. Each coat was lined in faux fur that matched each models hair, or wig. Under the coat they wore sheer stockings showing off their legs and high heeled boots to match the color of their hair, wig, jacket and fur. It was a fun playful look. Rayne’s curls were teased and natural, her outfit a beautiful shade of rustic red. She and Stanley were the last ones to walk out on the runway and they did so hand in hand. Everyone in the room was on their feet and clapping for them. Rayne playfully bowed toward Stanley once they reached the end of the runway before Stanley took her hand and kissed it, then covering his heart with his hand and bowing to the packed room.

Rayne was so proud of Stanley and his vision and all of his hard work, it was a beautifully warm reception by his peers. As they walked back into the dressing room everyone began to “de-drag” as the wonderfully funny drag queens called it. And soon they were all back to their normal selves, it was like Superman turning back into Clark Kent. Saying goodbye to everyone Rayne walked out to see her best friend and fiance smiling like nobody's business. Jo handed Rayne a beautiful bouquet of flowers. “Congratulations foxy lady. That was amazing.”

Rayne hugged her best friend tightly before turning to a sheepish looking Tommy. “I didn’t have time to get you flowers.”

“No, thats okay.” Rayne chuckled before lifting onto her tippy toes to hug him and give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Did you guys really like it? I was so nervous it was all a blur!”

“It was so fun! The music was great, the outfits were unbelievable, you all looked incredible! Also did you have men in drag?” Jo asked.

“We did! It was Stanley’s idea. He said that no one is as body positive as a drag queen, and they were a blast to work with!” Rayne happily replied. “Plus some of them were prettier than I could ever hope to be!”

“Now I wouldn’t go that far.” Tommy said wrapping his arm around Rayne’s waist.

“You have to say that, you’re not sleeping with them.” Rayne chuckled giving Tommy a wink.

“Nope, only you get that privilege.”

“Oh christ, get a room you two.” Jo playfully chastised the couple.

The Next Day

Rayne sat at her desk when suddenly a stack of newspapers were thrown in front of her. Stanley stood above her smiling. “Look, Bella.”

Rayne’s jaw dropped to see herself on the pages of the newspaper with headlines like: FASHION’S NEW RED HEADED BOMBSHELL

POISON IVY FINDS ITS LEADING LADY

FASHION HOUSE BACK FROM THE DEAD WITH A UNIQUE POINT OF VIEW

SEX AND CURVES ON DISPLAY AT FASHION HOUSE COMEBACK

“Stanley, this is incredible! Look at all this coverage.” Rayne’s mouth was hanging open from sheer shock.

“And look at all these photos of you! I told you Bella, you are something!”

“Oh stop Stanley, there are photos of other models too.” Rayne waved him off.

“But none of them except one are in every single article. You might want to consider getting yourself an agent.” Stanley smiled while Rayne shook her head, surely she wouldn’t need an agent after one show.

Unfortunately for Rayne, she couldn’t have been more wrong, the phone was ringing off the hook all day with inquires about herself. And she would come to find out later on, the same thing happened for other models that had walked in the show as well. Their little fashion show had certainly sparked something in the fashion world, and her life would be changed forever.

Rayne walked into her home and tossed her keys down, Tommy was cooking dinner and immediately rushed over to Rayne lifting her slightly off the ground. “Baby have you seen the paper today? You’re in it!”

“Tommy the phone was ringing off the hook today at the studio, all of these people want to book me and I have no idea how to handle all of it, Stanley says I need to get an agent but I don’t know the first thing about finding an ag…”

“Hey, hey. Baby breathe.” Tommy placed his hands on her shoulders reassuringly. “We’ll figure it out okay? But take a second to think about how huge this is!”

“I didn’t think it would be this big of a deal.” Rayne shook her head running her fingers through her hair.

“I did.” Tommy smiled. “You’re special baby, and you’re going to do great things. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks.” Rayne let out a sigh that she had been holding in before lifting herself up to give Tommy a kiss. When she pulled away Rayne looked over to the kitchen. “You’re going to spoil me babe. I might not let you go on tour if you keep cooking for me.”

“Well it’s not ready yet. Sit down and relax. I mean what I said, we’ll figure everything out so don’t stress.” Tommy turned Rayne and gave her a gentle push toward the couch.

Later that night, after dinner Rayne straddled Tommy on the lounge chair outside next to the raging fire pit. Tommy’s hands made quick work to remove Rayne’s sweater leaving her in her bra, skirt, thigh highs and heels. She couldn’t help the moans that fell from her lips as his lips nipped and sucked at the sweet spot beneath her ear. “Fuck this is one way to unwind.”

Tommy smiled against her hot skin while pulling her red lace bra down exposing her pink nipples before wrapping his lips around one licking and sucking until Rayne was a writhing mess above him. She buried her hands in his thick mane of curls urging him on, and luckily for her, Tommy was all too happy to oblige. Rayne rocked her hips against Tommy’s jeans trying desperately to get any bit of friction against her clit. “A little eager tonight aren’t we?”

Rayne’s response was a simple nod of her head while pulling her bottom lip between her teeth in anticipation. “Mmmhmm.”

Tommy placed both his hands on Rayne’s hips to stop her bucking before he dipped his right hand down to tease her clit over her black lace panties. “So wet for me baby.” Tommy’s voice was husky and Rayne whined in response, whenever Tommy got that tone in his voice it made her shiver. “Tell me what you want.”

“I wanna fuck you.” Rayne, trying to keep her composure, locked eyes with him as he kept toying with her clit.

“You wanna use me baby? Wanna ride my cock?” Tommy smiled nipping at her bottom lip.

“Fuck yes.” Rayne smiled as soon as he let go of her bottom lip.

Like the cocky son of a bitch he could be sometimes, Tommy put his hands behind his head and leaned back on the chair. “Well then, have at it.”

He didn’t need to say anymore, Rayne quickly made work on the belt buckle on Tommy’s jeans before slipping the belt through the loops. Tommy wore a cocky smile on his face and his eyes for the moment were closed, so Rayne seized the opportunity to grab Tommy’s hands that were clasped together behind his head and wrap the belt around them tying it into place. “Babe what the…”

“I’ve been waiting to tie you up since you tied me up at the hotel last tour.” Rayne deviously smiled before she slid his jeans down Tommy’s hips and legs. She could feel the heat from the flames of their fire pit kiss her back, setting her skin on fire more than it already was.

“You liked it.” Tommy narrowed his eyes.

“Oh did I like it.” Rayne smiled running her hands up and down Tommy’s length. “And now it’s your turn.” As she eased herself down onto her knees she licked from the base of his dick to the tip, she wanted to tease him as he loved to tease her. She continued to kiss and lick the sensitive skin around her favorite toy, before she moved towards his balls. She was doing everything except suck him off, and by the fact that he was squirming underneath her. It was an interesting feeling, usually Rayne was the one squirming which she didn’t mind at all but it was nice to turn the tables. “Now who’s eager?”

“Fuck Rayne, I can’t take it.”

“It’s just a little taste of your own medicine baby.” Rayne smiled straddling his waist once more giving him a tender kiss on the lips. “But I can’t take it anymore either.”

Rayne reached for Tommy’s cock underneath her which was standing at full attention slowly she wrapped her fingers around him guiding his length to her pussy. Rayne slowly, painfully slowly, ran the head of Tommy’s dick up and down her wet slit. When she reached her clit she let an excited yelp fall from her lips. Continuing the movements Rayne leaned toward Tommy hovering her lips above his. “Tell me what you want.”

“I wanna feel that perfect pussy around my cock.” Tommy panted beneath her before capturing her lips.

“Like this?” Rayne asked before finally letting herself sink down onto him, taking his full length into her.

“Oh fuck yeah baby.” Tommy shouted once he was inside of her. Once he was inside her all teasing that Rayne had previously done was out the window and instinct took over. Rayne leaned forward slightly grinding her hips against Tommy’s, the sound of their skin slapping against each other mixing with the sound of the ocean waves crashing behind them. Soon both of them were on the brink of ecstacy. “Fuck baby, I’m gone cum.”

“Mmm,” was all Rayne could say as she began to buck her hips faster and feel her orgasm completely take over her. Rayne continued to move her hips until Tommy was pistoning his hips against hers and she felt him cum inside of her. The only word Rayne’s brain could send to her lips was a simple. “Fuck.”

“You could say that again.” Tommy smiled up at Rayne. “I think I have a new favorite view.”

“What?” Rayne asked confused, undoing the belt around his wrists.

“Watching you buck and grind on top of me and those perfect tits bouncing up and down. Fuck, I think I’m getting hard again.” Tommy winked before reaching up to grab Rayne’s tits, kneading the soft skin in his hands.

“Oh shut up, you are not.” Rayne giggled taking in a sharp breath at the sensation against her sensitive flesh.

“Not right now, but I think you still have a little stress that needs to be worked out, and I am ready to put the work in.” Tommy grinned.

“Okay, if you insist but lets go inside it’s windy out here.” Rayne said pushing herself off of him, grabbing their discarded clothing while Tommy put out the fire. Tommy turned toward Rayne and groaned.

“Fuck me, and you left the heels on.” Tommy shook his head looking at his future wife’s naked form clad in nothing but a pair of high heels.

“You like? If you try really hard, I might be able to be convinced to keep them on in bed too.” She teased.

“Oh I can be very convincing my love.” Tommy replied before rushing toward Rayne causing her to shout out and try her best to run away from him as she chased her into their bedroom.

Luckily Tommy was right, on many fronts, but by the end of the week Rayne had an agent and a modeling contract signed.

Three Months Later

Oh people, people Is the scar too deep You can't hold a man's soul By the color of his keys A tear of blood runs from my eye But somehow I can never Make you cry

Rayne sat on the couch of a recording studio as the last song on Theater of Pain faded out. She was speechless, and not in the best way. She hated to say it but she was not a fan of the album, it seemed all over the place, she could tell the band were not as much of a unit as they were on Shout at The Devil. The album had one hit, at best two. She looked up and saw all sets of eyes on her. Tommy spoke up first, “Well?”

“Well it’s,” she paused. “Different.”

“She hates it.” Vince stood up straight and turned on his heel.

“No, I don’t hate it. It’s just… I like Shout more. I wish I could say I loved it, but I can’t lie to you guys.” Rayne tried to soften her words.

“I fuckin told you guys, the album is shit!” Vince shouted taking Rayne by surprise.

“Guys, the album is great. Home Sweet Home and Smokin In The Boys room, they’ll be hits. And you’re already over budget and way over schedule. We have you booked to play Europe in a few months, the album is done.” Doc said sternly, which to Rayne seemed very strange. Most managers you would think would tell their band that they needed to put out the best album they possibly could, and reading between the lines it seemed like Doc thought this album could sustain them until the next one because of the two potential big songs.

“You booked us to play Europe before the album even comes out?” Nikki questioned, barely able to open his eyes.

“The album will come out when you’re overseas. We’ll shoot videos for the singles and all will be well.” Doc replied.

“And I’ll be the sober asshole that has to try to sell this piece of shit record every night.” Vince complained.

“Vince maybe if you would’ve shown up at the studio when you were supposed to the record would be better.”

“Oh fuck off Tommy, that’s not the only problem and you know it.” Vince spat at Tommy before turning and walking out of the studio slamming the door behind him.

Rayne’s eyes looked around the room before settling on Nikki. He could barely keep his eyes open, he was pale and gaunt. She leaned to Tommy and whispered in his ear, “Is Nikki okay?”

“He’s in a dark place right now.” Tommy quietly responded. Rayne frowned before getting up from the couch and walking over to where Nikki was, sitting next to him. His eyes were closed but he was talking to himself.

“Nikki? Hey Nikki.” Rayne softly said, placing her hand on Nikki’s shoulder. Nikki grabbed her wrist and began to squeeze it rather painfully which Rayne cried out from the unexpected pressure. Tommy shot up from his seat but as soon as Nikki realized it was Rayne he snapped out of whatever state of mind he was in and quickly let go of her wrist.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Rayne.” Nikki quickly apologized hiding himself behind his long black bangs.

“Nikki, what’s going on?” Rayne whispered utterly concerned with his behavior.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” Was the response she received causing her to internally sigh, but she couldn’t allow that to show through. “I gotta go.”

As Nikki pushed himself off the sofa he was on Rayne quickly grabbed his hand to stop him. “You are so thin Nikki. Why don’t you come over this week to our place for dinner?”

“No I don’t want to impose.” Nikki shook his head.

“You’re not. We want you there, right Tommy?” Rayne turned slightly toward Tommy.

“Yeah dude, come on over. Get out of the city, the ocean air is great for the soul.”

“Alright.” Nikki nodded slightly. “I’ll come over.”

“Thursday?”

“Sure.”

“I’m going to hold you to it Nikki.” Rayne playfully threatened.

“Yeah, yeah. See you later.”

As Nikki left the room leaving just Mick and Tommy. “How do you get him to open up to you?” Tommy asked.

“I honestly have no idea. But I’m glad he does.” Rayne shrugged her shoulders, looking over to where Nikki had just walked out of the room.

Later That Night…

Rayne and Tommy were surrounded by warm water and bubbles in their bathtub. Rayne loved the quiet moments like this. Rayne nudged her nose against Tommy’s. “Do you think Nikki is actually going to come on Thursday?”

“You’re actually asking me about Nikki while we’re naked?” Tommy cocked his eyebrow.

“I just can’t get that image of him out of my mind from today. I’m worried about him.” Rayne frowned.

“You’re too good Rayne, do you know that?” Tommy ran his hands up and down her arms.

“Why? Because I’m concerned about one of my friends?”

“No because you never give up on people.” Tommy smiled.

“Oh well I certainly could give up on people, but it takes a lot.”

“I can’t believe you have not brought up the more exciting piece of news today babe.” Tommy smiled up at her.

“What exciting piece of news?”

“That we’re going to tour Europe!”

“Oh. Yeah Tommy that’s amazing for you! You’re going to be taking over the world.” Rayne began to scrub Tommy’s scalp with shampoo.

“Not just me baby. You told me you always wanted to go to the UK, well now you finally will.” Tommy took the soap and washed Rayne’s skin.

“What? Are you serious? Tommy that’s…” Rayne started.

“See I made good on my promise. I told you early on in our relationship one day we’d see the world together. This is just the beginning.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too baby.” Tommy grinned and lifted his chin up to meet Rayne’s lips in a loving kiss.

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I hope the update was worth it. I know I’m the worst and again I’m so sorry! I was so excited to write about Rayne’s first fashion show and some of the turmoil in the band. Any feedback is appreciated, always.

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The Whispering Walls of Tobias Forge

“I am all eyes

I am all ears

I am the wall

And I’m watching you fall

Because faith is mine.”

From “Faith” by Ghost

What is the path to Satanism?

I must confess to knowing next to nothing about Satan, and therefore very little about how one may come to practice Satanism. My most vivid image of all things Satanic is being terrified watching Robert DeNiro’s portrayal of Lucifer in Angel Heart (1987). And I suspect DeNiro’s depiction is consistent with many people’s view of Satan – an entirely evil being whose sole purpose is to tempt humans to commit horrific acts, and then revel in the sadistic pleasure of being able to torture their immortal souls for eternity.

Yet as I researched the concept of Satan further, I found that Satan may take on different meanings for different people. For some, Satan is something of a cautionary tale -- a tragic figure whose own ambition caused him to be thrown out of Heaven. Others view Satan as more of a spiritual concept – the tendency for humans to be tempted by their own natural instincts such as lust, hatred or greed. And still others view Satan as almost a sad, comical and cartoonish figure – something to be laughed at rather than feared.

But for Tobias Forge, the lead singer and songwriter of the Grammy-nominated band Ghost, Satan came to represent something very different – a symbol of a rebellious libertarian-style individuality and non-conformity. As such, Forge sees his path to Satanism as a celebration rather than a condemnation of his humanity.

To understand Forge’s journey to Satanism, it is important to consider what appears to make him tick – a seemingly non-stop lust for imagination, exploration and creativity. And perhaps just as Satan was considered by many to be the highest of all angels in heaven, so Forge was initially in awe of Christianity as a spiritual vehicle.

Forge explained how his mother was instrumental in fostering his open-minded approach to the world. “My mom is very liberal. She has never been religious … spiritual but not religious. However she worked in art, and had a very avid interest in art and culture. So she presented church to me as more of an archeological or more museum-like institution … more from a historic perspective,” Forge told me. “She took me to Paris for example. And in addition to going to the Louvre and seeing art, we definitely went to Notre Dame and places like that because it was part of the art experience. And I was always very in awe of … all of those churches … So from my mom’s side that whole thing was very interesting and enthralling and very enticing.”

“Religion was more of a fictional art explosion.”

One church in particular that inspired awe in Forge was the Linkoping Domkyrka. “Even in my hometown of Linkoping where I grew up … the Church we had was very lavish – very boasty. So it ticked most of the boxes of big imposing Christianity. And I love being there if I’m in town … because it’s just this haunting place,” Forge explained. “The walls are just whispering there – literally because people engraved things in the stone. It goes back to the 1700’s when kids were in there for Bible school and you see someone engraving his name and it says something like ‘June 3rd 1772.’

“Seeing that when you were a kid was like, ‘Wow a message from ancient days.’”

Forge’s cultural experience included film and books that often offered an alternative and darker perspective on spirituality. “Not only did we read a lot at home, we also watched a lot of films. So I had already seen a lot of films that were about the crucifixion and the temptation of Christ, like Bible history and the Ten Commandments – stuff like that,” Forge recalled. “And I started watching horror films and you obviously have the Devil very present – The Exorcist, The Omen – all these dark powers … And religion – and more specifically because I grew up in a Christian country, Christianity – was of interest.

“Because it was just a fantastic story and it was ancient and it was filled with a lot of drama.”

More, Forge had access to music – particularly rock music – at an early age. Forge credits his brother with his music education. “My brother gave me my first records when I was about three or four years old, because he bought a lot of records. And he was very nice because he gave me the records he thought I’d like more. My first records were Kiss’s Love Gun, Twisted Sister’s Stay Hungry, and Motley Crue’s Shout at the Devil. That had immense influence on me,” he described. “When I was 8 years old I was already very interested in music. I already had my own records. I already had my own guitar. I already played guitar. I was already into many of the things that to this day I’m still deeply influenced by… a lot of 60’s music – the Doors, the Kinks, Pink Floyd and the Rolling Stones … You can go to a galaxy far, far away. And you can go into the Pink Floyd world and you can travel to Hyde Park in 1969 and watch the Rolling Stones pay tribute to Brian Jones.

“And it was a bigger, tasteful, stronger world that was so far away from the world that I lived in.”

And so it was that at an early age Forge viewed the world as one giant place to celebrate his free spirit – to explore, imagine and create. And he saw religion as a potent vehicle – along with various art forms – of nurturing his curiosity. But things changed for Forge when he encountered people whose practice of Christianity seemed geared more towards smothering rather than facilitating his spirit.

“I regarded certain people in my life … and school as handicapping … limiting. Throughout my childhood there were examples of the Christian people that I met – people who were in one form or another were devoted to any church or congregation. They were more often than not -- not very nice people. They were actually quite mean and condescending,” Forge explained. “Whereas I found my stereo and my VCR and my mom and the comfort of our home was this great universe of imagination where you can tap into whatever.”

“That made me look for other religious elements.”

Forge described his encounter with a teacher whose approach to Christianity felt more like servitude rather than support. “My first teacher … she was extremely strict, mean and deeply religious. I don’t think she followed the school curriculum – how many religious hours we were supposed to have … I remember reading a lot of Bible history. She was definitely a very authoritative woman. And she liked discipline. And she didn’t like rebellious cursing kids,” he explained. “I was pretty foul mouthed. I was rebellious … and I questioned things. So I think we collided at first. She didn’t like me and I did not like her. And that pretty much screwed up my whole school, because I lost interest. Not in learning – but in going to school. I didn’t like the idea of teachers … and she was against me and everything that I stood for. I was looking for freedom … and she was against that.

“And she definitely became the symbol for Christianity and not being very nice.”

Unfortunately, Forge had a similar experience with his stepmother, who Forge feels resented him as interfering her relationship with his father. “When they got together, he had this newborn kid. I was in the way of course. And she was deeply in love with my dad. And when you’re in love with someone you want to get on with the rest of your life together as soon as possible – no obstacles. And I was an obstacle,” he described. “She was also a symbol of the not-so-nice Christian society. In one way they were proclaiming to be advocates for being nice, and kindness and understanding, whereas I saw nothing of that.”

“And that started an interest in looking for the dark side.”

Soon, Forge started exploring Satanism as a form of spiritual rebellion against what he considered the oppressive behavior of some of the Christian people in his life. As Forge tells it, he was in many ways primed for this path not only by being open-minded and imaginative in general, but also specifically by the music that he listened to throughout his life.

“As a young teen, Satan, and the idea of some sort of world that you could be in touch with that could empower you was very much the symbol for freedom … “I guess more so than I had already been introduced to by Motley Crue and Gene Simmons and Darth Vader,” he said. “When adolescence was knocking, there are another set of emotions that come into play. And the idea of the Devil and the idea of dark powers from beyond that continue in any way or form is a very interesting thought for a twelve year old who wants to lose his virginity, and who would like to defend himself against the bigger kids and who is also a big worshipper of rock music. And it couldn’t have been more of a fitting marriage. Everything sort of coincided.

Forge’s interest in Satanism coincided with a cultural trend towards more extreme forms of metal – particularly black metal in which the themes were more overtly Satanic. “I think in 99.9% of every so-called Satanist in the last 50 years, you would find that the vast majority of them have been introduced to the Devil via music. And it usually happens at a certain age as well. And I would say that comes from bedazzlement,” Forge said. “And it was also the early 90’s – so that was the rise of the death metal and black metal movement in Europe and in the world I guess. Especially in Sweden and Norway, it was a big thing. And it was just right up my alley. And it became such a powerful way of expressing myself, and how to not only deviate and differentiate myself from the norm and normal people, but just like hand in glove with my way of seeing the world.”

As time went on, Forge felt that his issues were more with organized religion, which he appears to shun, as compared to spirituality, which he embraces. “Most people that I know that have been in a similar mindset. It’s definitely grounded in the will to expand and not implode. And I think most of us – people like myself – are leery of linear, organized religions because it’s limiting,” He described. “Those people that tried to tell me the order of the world from a religious point of view – they tried to steer me away from believing. They tried to steer me away from feeling those feelings that I want or should have -- feelings that I got through Dee Snider – “I Wanna Rock,” “We’re Not Gonna Take It.” Or “Shout At The Devil” -- Motley Crue. They tried to steer me away from that – they didn’t want me to believe in anything other than what they said. It goes against imagination. You’re not supposed to have imagination.

“You’re supposed to read up on someone else’s imagination.”

Forge makes it clear that he does not dismiss religion outright – and in fact still struggles with understanding many of the religious concepts he learned as a child. “I am not against the idea of believing. I am not an atheist … The whole institution of Christianity being based on that book, being based on the premise that he was conceived out of nowhere -- it’s kind of hard to believe,” Forge described. “But on the other hand, I do believe in the idea of a historic person named Jesus that was a kind of chill dude who was just telling people to chill and be nice to each other. And he got penalized for that. So I’m not dismissing the whole thing as bullsh*t. But I definitely believe that tormenting other people because of the Bible and for that to be – for lack of a better word, Gospel.

“I think that is not very nice.”

For now, Forge is content exploring much of his Satanic spirituality through his work with Ghost – often taking on confrontational stage personas as “Papa Emeritus” and “Cardinal Copia.” These challenging themes are so present in Ghost’s music and live show that the band has been labeled “occult rock.” As Ghost has just released its fourth full length studio album Prequelle and is in the midst of a world tour, Forge is aware of how he is now walking in the footsteps of the bands that had so deeply influenced him.

“It’s funny how the apple doesn’t fall very far from the tree. I’ve gone full circle being in a shock rock band nowadays, running around shouting at the devil and telling people to stay hungry and shooting love guns.”

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