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Touched

A Duff McKagan smut One Shot

Prompt: You go to a concert with one of your friends and band mates, who's having a thing with no other than the band's guitarist Slash. After the show you get to meet Duff McKagen and somehow end up having your first time with him.

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Warning: sex (duh)

"They're good aren't they?", Y/F/N shouted over the loud music. "Amazing!" "Told ya!"

We were dancing along to the loud music and enjoying ourselves. It had taken her quite some time to convince me to come with her instead of heading for the Troubadour with our other two band mates. Apparently coming with my bassist had been the right choice though.

After a world tour, a successful album and quite a bit more money in my bank account than before we had left LA, I still felt more at home right here. In a rundown club on the strip with a still upcoming rock band on stage.

Y/F/N and I had fit in perfectly. Nobody would recognize just the two of us having a great time and getting drunk. Except maybe the group of aspiring musicians and rising rock bands of the strip. In this circle everyone knew everyone, knew in which bands they had played, who they were associated with, had partied together before and so on and so forth.

That was exactly the reason why we had ended up here. The lead guitarist used to play in a band called Road Crew and had surely attended one of the parties at our trailer before. Y/F/N knew him and she had told me he was in a new band that was very close on getting a record deal. "You gotta check them out! Heard they're fuckin good", had been the argument that had won me over in the end. Not so much her initial reason to come here. That being the fact that apparently the guy had been an awesome fuck and she wanted to get laid by him again.

Now being here, I didn't regret it. I was having fun! And I was back in my usual habitat and in a situation that was familiar. If after the concert she wanted to leave with her black haired curly-head she was free to do so. Either I'd bump into someone I knew or would simply head home and call it a night.

The singer seemed familiar as well and if I remembered correctly Nikki had left his ass outside at one of their parties.

"Yo, what's the lead singer's name again?", I asked Y/F/N. "Oh that's Axl. Hollywood Rose, remember?" "Oh yea, right!"

I got why those boys were apparently very close to making it. Shit, was Guns n' Rosesgood!

Y/F/N had successfully gotten us all the way through the crowd to the stage, where we danced and sang along some more until the band was finished.

A few moments after the last song had ended the club put on some generic rock music and blasted them through the speakers.

"You gonna head backstage or wait here?" This wasn't the type of club in which the band would go off stage and head backstage never to be seen again. They had a small room for all of them to change and would then most likely come out to party. I knew, because we had played here before.

"He saw me, so trust me, he's gonna come to me", she grinned, and I once again admired her confidence.

It didn't take too long before Slash really showed up. He greeted me as well and congratulated on our album, so I told him what a sick guitar player he is. I give credit where it's due.

But I also understood that it was probably best for me to piss off now. So that's what I did. I figured I'd get one last drink and keep my eyes open in case of seeing anybody I knew. And for real I spotted a few people I knew from college who quickly waved me over.

After telling them the generic shit everybody wanted to know coming back from tour, it actually turned into a lot of fun to party with them. No coke but sure as hell a lot of alcohol.

It was hours later when they decided to leave and I had actually planned to leave with them

when I spotted a barkeeper, I knew. He had also attended a bunch of our parties and was a cool guy. So I sat down at the bar and joked around with him some more as the club kept getting emptier.

The club surely was anything but empty at one point, neither was it packed. It wasn't so crowded anymore, and I had completely lost track of time when someone sat down on the barstool next to me.

I didn't pay much attention and simply took another sip from my vodka lemon until he said: "You know, your friend's already gone, right?"

I turned to face him and recognized him as one of Slash's band members, right after I had been speechless for a moment because of how handsome he was.

"Yea, I know", I nodded and added grinning: "So is your guitarist, right?" "Obviously", he answered laughing: "Should've seen him backstage after the concert, couldn't get to her fast enough!" I joined his laughter, finished my drink and looked around. "Your remaining band member's left with a groupie as well, huh?" "No, fuckin idea where they are", he smiled and waved over to Jimmy, the barkeeper: "Another one of these for the little Rockstar here and I take whatever she has."

"Thank you", I told him with a soft smile. He waved it off: "I'm Duff McKagan by the way." "Y/N Y/L/N", I replied. "I know, was at one of your trailer parties before ya guys became famous." "Oh were you?", I asked surprised. I would've bet I'd recognize such a pretty face. Blond, tall, bassist. I was in fuckin heaven.

"You then ones with the trailer with the IV in the living room, right?" "Yupp, that's us", I nodded with a smirk: "Then I'm sorry for not recognizing you..."

"Don't worry bout it", he smiled: "Doubt we got the chance to talk...not that I wouldn't have wanted to..."

"We should have! Then I probably would've listened to you guys sooner! And Oh. My. God. You're amazing!", I gushed excitedly. "Thanks! Hoping it'll get us where you are now." "You'd have to be a complete idiot not to fuckin sign you!"

"I fucking hope so", he sighed and took a big gulp from his vodka: "You the song writer, right?" He suddenly changed the topic.

"Yes, why?" "I dunno", he shrugged: "When I first saw your music video on TV I couldn't help but fuckin wonder what complete asshole hurt this beautiful girl..."

His words hit me like a fucking train, because they reminded me of my former best friend Nikki Sixx, whom I had been stupid enough to fall for, but soon my drunken brain focused on something else: He thought I was beautiful...

"An asshole that's no longer a problem", I laughed. "Well cheers to that", the blond guy smirked and clicked our glasses: "Lucky me."

I returned his smirk and soon felt his hand on my thigh.

"How come you didn't leave with a groupie?", I tease him and sip on my glass. "Not my thing..." "What an utter liar", I thought. "And also", he went on: "I saw you in the crowd dancing next to your friend and knew exactly who to go for."

The way he looked into my eyes send chills through my body and I quickly took another sip from my drink.

"You alright?", Jimmy asked from further away to make sure I was fine, and I quickly nodded.

"You're pretty confident, huh?", I asked Duff. "Why?" "Well, what if that one girl you decided to go for wasn't interested?", I teased him.

Was I interested? I mean...damn he was hot and watching him on stage had been hot! His touch on my thigh made me feel hot! But for fuck's sake I didn't knowhim!

"That would be pretty sad for both of us", he shrugged and winked at me before looking at his glass and away from me.

Was he right? God, I could already feel the heat inside of me rising and a quiet voice in the back of my head reminded me that I had seen him shirtless on stage and wondered what it would feel like to touch him.

But damn it, I was drunk!

He lit a cigarette and I gave my everything not to stare at his lips for longer.

"I liked you better when you were funny and not seductive", I shrugged as well with a smirk and made him laugh. "Ouch, thanks!", he replied smiling: "In that case you'd have loved to see me lookin like an idiot when I got to Slash and your friend hours ago just to realize your gone."

"Maybe you should've hurried more, you know, the way your friend Slash did", I teased him more and calmed my nerves.

"He's just a funny guy", I told myself: "Joke around with him some more and then get your ass back home."

"Well, in the end you waited here for me anyway." "Rockstars don't wait for anyone", I joked and took the cigarette from him to take a drag as well. I could tell he was staring at my lips this time but was ripped out of his thoughts when I handed it back.

He cleared his throat and said: "Always wanted to fuck a rockstar."

I almost choked on my drink. That was my sign. The cards were on the table. I should tell him that this certainly wouldn't be the night he'd get what he wants and leave! But I was curious... so damn curious...

I couldn't deny that I was attracted to him! Maybe I could at least make out with him...find out what his lips felt like...there was nothing wrong about that.

"That's what the girls always tell you?", I tried to mock him but was too nervous to sound convincing. "You're quite a joker, huh?" "At least tryin to..."

"It's cute", he admitted. "Good, because I never run out of stupid jokes..."

"Trust me, I'd know a way or two to shut you up", he grinned to himself and took a last drag before he stubbed the cigarette out.

God, his words went straight to my core and put pictures in my head I hated but at the same time desperately wanted to happen. I wanted to find out what he wanted to do!

"Ya know what I always wanted to find out?", I asked without thinking about it twice. "What is it, gorgeous?" "If it's true that bass players don't just have skilled fingers when it comes to playin instruments."

I cracked the joke before I had thought about it. Why? Because I always had to listen to idiots tell me that and because I somehow really wanted to find out.

His smirk grew winder than I had seen it all night and it made me knees weak. "I can definitely show ya that."

"How about you first make me shut up?"

I had barely finished my sentence before I felt his free hand in my neck and soon enough his lips on mine.

I felt like melting right then and there! His lips moving against mine felt so good! But what started as a rather innocent kiss quickly became more heated. I grabbed the hem of his leather jacket, not to pull him closer but because I needed to hold on to something, anything."

His lips were moving against mine before he gently captured my lower lip with his. It was hard not too moan on the spot! And even harder when I tasted his tongue.

I damned those stupid barstools! I wanted him closer, needed him closer.

When we finally separated again my entire body was totally antsy!

"Speechless?", he asked teasingly. God, he was so damn hot!

I tried to think of something witty and fun, but I couldn't summon a single proper thought.

"You know...to prove the other thing we should probably move this somewhere more private...", he whispered into my ear and hadn't goose pumps already covered my entire body they definitely would have after he seductively kissed my neck.

I should tell him no. I should move my fucking ass back home.

But when he leaned back again and all I could think about was how I buried my fingers in his blond hair, I just nodded...

He had his arm around my waist when he let me out of the club and down strip. It was still dark and it wasn't hard to tell that there were still a bunch of parties going on in other places as well. Like I said, I had long lost my sense for time.

"My place ain't far from here", he told me and I nodded. Excitement was bubbling inside of me and gosh, I couldn't wait to kiss him again!

All worries and negative thoughts had been long gone as we walked through the cold night. I kept looking at him from the side and tried to hide the excited smirk on my lips. But

damn, he was even taller than I had guessed and looked so handsome in the dim glow of the streetlights.

I didn't know what to say. Where words needed?

I realized how he eyed me as well and a smug smile appeared on his lips. Shit, I wanted him. I had never felt this need for someone before, but I had also never allowed myself to get this carried away.

I bit my lower lip and tried to clear my thoughts but that attempt was quickly thrown completely over board when he suddenly pressed my back against the closest wall and kissed me. The kiss almost took my breath away.

Here I was standing on the strip with my back against the wall of some club and making out with a complete stranger. And it felt so right.

"Duff", I whimpered against his lips in a needy tone. "We should probably keep going, huh?", he smirked a little out of breath himself. "Except you consider this somewhere more private", I said with a grin on my lips but felt how he led me on with his arm around my hips once again.

"Wouldn't mind", he shrugged and lit another cigarette: "But I wanna take my time with you."

I swallowed hard and accepted the cigarette he wanted to share with me.

The next five minutes of us walking passed mainly without much talking but then I found myself in his one-bedroom apartment.

Alone with him now I felt the nervousness set back in.

So this was how it's gonna be?

"You want somethin to drink or anything?", he asked from behind me and I shook my head. Soon I felt him against my back with his arms around my body and his lips on my neck and shoulder.

I suppressed the low moan that had wanted to escape my lips and simply leaned back against him.

He had soon gripped the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. A shiver ran through me but his warm hands that travelled my body soothed me and quickly found the clasp of my bra and opened it.

He was still kissing my neck when he whispered: "Turn around to me." I obeyed immediately.

The sight of my bare breasts exposed before him made him fight to contain his arousal as he hardened in his boxers. He lowered his head and wrapped his lips around my nipple. He sucked gently and I failed to find something to hold onto.

It was weird to be almost naked in front of him while he was still fully dressed, at the same time it made me feel excited.

"Get on the bed, I got something to prove", the blond haired told me smirking and I nodded. I tried not to run to the bed and could barely believe how caught up in the moment I was. My entire mind was foggy!

I watched him take off his leather jacket before he walked over to me and moved my thighs apart so he could lay down between them.

I could feel him hard against my center through our clothes but before the nervousness consumed me he had his lips on mine again and consumed my senses instead.

His body was pressed against mine and he traced his fingers down my body. He stroked over my thighs and spread them even more before moving to my panties.

Through the fabric he pressed his hand against me and gently rubbed me. A soft moan left my lips and I stirred underneath him and spread my legs further. Duff smirked against my breats and took my nipple in his mouth again as he began to rub me through my panties. His fingers ran over my slit as heat began to pool and I whimpered.

"Duff", I moaned softly.

He pulled away from my titts and brought his lips to mine while his fingers rubbed at my clit.

My eyes were closed, and I was lost in the moment, but I managed to bring my hand to his head and tangled my fingers in his blond, long hair. My lips parted as another soft moan left them and Duff pushed his tongue inside my mouth, massaging my tongue with his own.

His fingers were moving in circles over my clit and I whimpered against his lips as my panties became more soaked with each move he made.

I moaned and writhed on the bed as his hand travelled beneath my panties. Both of us moaned as he ran his middle finger between my folds, feeling how wet I was.

I whined his name again and lifted my hips to meet his hand.

He pushed his erection against my thigh and instinctively I reached down and stroked him through his pants.

"God you’re so wet for me", he growled in in my ear.

I bit my lip and raised my hips when suddenly he pulled away from me.

He knelt on the bed and smirked at me before ripping my panties down my thighs and tossing them to the floor.

My heart felt like it was about to pump out of my fucking chest.

He moved between my legs and crashed his lips against mine.

His fingers made their way back to my core and he pushed his middle finger inside me with ease, making me gasp.

"You want me to fuck you?", he pulled his finger out teasingly slow.

I bit your lip and without thinking I nodded as he pushed his finger back in.

He added a second finger, stretching me slowly: "But not yet."

He pulled his fingers away and I whined at the emptiness. But before I could protest Duff spread my legs apart and laid between them.

He ran the flat of his tongue along my slit, making me gasp and clutch at the sheets.

His tongue ran over my clit in two slow strokes.

I quickly covered my mouth with my hand and let out a moan.

His tongue ran over my clit in slow circles and he reached his hands up to squeeze my breasts. When he sucked at my clit I let out another moan into my hand and Duff pulled away.

"Oh No, baby", he told me and moved my hand from my mouth: "I wanna hear you."

I bit my lip and watched as he went back to his slow licks and his eyes never left mine as he ran his tongue over me. I felt like I was burning.

I squeezed my eyes shut and reached down, wrapping my fingers in his blond hair and raised my hips to meet him. He pulled back, only slightly and ran his fingers over my slit. He let out a growl as he watched, pushing two fingers into your throbbing pussy.

"Duff", I gasped and already felt extremely full. "Don't panic", I told myself and threw all worries away when he began to pump his fingers in and out of me, slowly at first before he increased his speed.

"You like that, baby girl?"

I moaned in response and he stopped his movements. He sucked at my clit and the change in pleasure made me squirm.

I whined and lifted my hips to meet the strokes of his tongue.

He moaned against me and the vibrations sent pleasure soaring through my veins. He began pumping his fingers once more, curling them against my wall and rubbing against my gspot.

I writhed on the bed, clutching at the sheets because of the amount of pleasure.

"Fuck..."

"You gonna cum for me doll?", he growled against me.

I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip as my orgasm coursed through me. MY walls clenched around his skilled fingers and his tongue didn’t stop running over your clit, making my legs tremble.

When my orgasm started to slow down he got up and took his clothes off, throwing them anywhere. Before he sat back down between my thighs, I watched him put on a condom through barely open eyelids.

Without a warning and therefor without giving me the time to over think this he plunged his cock into me. I gasped at his size and raked my nails down his back.

The pain was sharp and unknown.

"God you feel so good baby."

He crashed his lips against mine, stifling my moan as he pulled out of me slowly.

"So tight." He pushed into me again. I was frowning and pushed my eyes closed as I was trying to adjust to him. Fuck, he felt so good at the same time this hurt so bad but in the best way possible.

I moaned and ran my hands over his back as he set a pace with deep and slow thrusts. He wanted me to feel every inch of him entering me and he lost himself in the little whimpers I made as he pushed into me. After a few more thrusts when the pain was starting to die down, he pulled out of me and knelt on the bed.

"Rollover", he ordered.

I bit my lip and obeyed, kneeling in front of him on all fours. Duff let out a breath as he looked at my ass.

I felt him run his cock over my center before he pushed into me once more.

"Duff...", I hissed.

His change of angle set a whole new sense of pleasure and he set a faster pace. It hurt but felt so good... His cock slammed into me and I collapsed against the mattress, falling onto my elbows, arching my back more in doing so.

He brought his hand down swiftly, slapping my ass and making me gasp.

Duff gripped my hips and I moaned between breaths as he picked up a fast and hard pace, slamming into me hard and fast. He leaned forward and pulled my hair into a ponytail, his thrusts never slowing down. With a gentle tug at my hair he pulled me back onto all fours and with his spare hand he reached under me.

His fingers found my clit and he rubbed clumsy circles. I bit my lip, trying to contain my moans and arched my back. He leant over me, his breath on my shoulder and hearing his staggered breathing sent me into overdrive. He released his grip in my hair only to wrap his hand around your throat gently and pull me back enough so he could turn my head around to kiss him. Just what I needed.

"You gonna cum for me?"

I attempted to nod, which proved difficult with his grip on my throat. He didn't wait for an answer though and rubbed his fingers over my clit faster.

"Cum for me, babygirl."

I lost all control, my eyes rolling back as the waves of pleasure rolled through me, sending shivers all over my skin. His pace was sloppy now and I knew he was almost ready as well. He slowly pulled away and turned on his back so I knelt down on wobbly legs. I removed the condom and licked along his throbbing cock and he let out a low moan. I took him as deep as I could and began to suck him off until he grasped his cock and pumped it a few times before coming in my mouth.

I swallowed his load and his deep moans send a few last chills through me.

Both of us collapsed against the sheets, a sheer layer of sweat covering my skin as I tried to catch my breath.

"Shit that was good", he exhaled and placed a lazy kiss on my shoulder. "Yes, it was", I thought and grinned to myself, trying to process what had happened.

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lost-in-the-80s · 3 years

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City Of Angels

Pairing: Axl Rose x reader

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Summary: You and Axl have been friends since childhood, but you haven’t seen each other since he left Lafayette. What would happen if the two of you met again, years later, at the city of angels? (fluff)

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“Fucking hell.” Axl complained as he walked down the streets of Los Angeles, he didn’t know where he was going, he had no plans that night.

He was angry and upset, he didn’t know the reason too, he had just yelled at his drummer and realized that he needed to disappear for a while to get rid of that heavy feeling in his heart. He needed to calm down.

The sun started to set, spreading orange and pink tones all over the city, and he would’ve been able to see its beauty if he wasn’t so irritated.

He stopped at a corner, taking a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lighting one. Tons of people passed by him, going to one way or another and he couldn’t help but feel lost.

He had left his home three years ago, coming to the city of angels to chase his dream of being in a successful band, and even though he had a band, it seemed that his dreams were always out of hand reach. His band worked really hard, going from gig to gig and never complaining, not even when they had nowhere to live, or nothing to eat, but still, the so-called success seemed to be so far away.

“Fuck” He sighed blowing out some smoke.

Throwing the remains of his cigarette on the floor, he crossed the street, stopping abruptly when the smell of apple pie got his nostrils. He felt his stomach growl. How many hours since he had last eaten? Six? Seven? He couldn’t tell.

Looking inside he saw a 60s inspired cafe, with light pink walls and white furniture, inside there were a few customers as well as three waitresses, with their mint green dresses.

Searching for his wallet he sighed in relief when he saw a ten dollar bill inside. At least he could eat.

Opening the glass door, a bell rang and all the customers looked at him for a second before focusing their attention on their food again. Inside the cafe, the smell was even stronger, making his stomach growl again.

Taking a table at the end of the establishment, he waited until a waitress around his age came towards his table. Her hair was up in a bun and she had white nail polish on her nails, there was something about the way she walked that seemed familiar to him.

“Good evening, how can I help you?” She was looking at her notepad but her voice made him realize it, it was Y/N, Axl had no doubt about that.

The two of them had been friends ever since they were children, she lived in the house beside his in Lafayette, and every time his stepfather went too harsh on him, he’d run to her house and sit on her white fluffy area rug, feeling safe for at least a few hours.

They weren’t similar though, to be honest, they were the complete opposite from each other, but music always linked the two of them together. Both of them used to sing at the church’s choir and as they grew up the two of them fell in love with Zeppelin.

To be fair, Zeppelin wasn’t the only thing they fell in love with, since they fell for each other, but their friendship and their differences always stopped both of them from making a move.

She was sweet and delicate and lived in a pink world, not that her life had been easy, her parents always demanded a lot from her and she never had a day without being judged or pressured by them, but she always saw the bright side of the story. And if you asked Axl, he’d tell you that she was the definition of what an angel should be.

And he? Well, he was brut and angry, a kid born with no future, a kid born with nothing to lose but himself. He came from a violent home and even though singing hadn’t been his own choice, that was one of the few things that he could use to express himself, and even with his constant pressure on himself for being optimistic, he had to admit that he sometimes just saw the bad side of everything. And if you asked Axl, he’d tell you that he was the definition of chaos.

He always thought the two of them shouldn’t be close, always thought that she should stay away from him, but he was selfish and the calmness and safety she passed him were too good for him to be able to part ways from her.

As teens, they would spend hours walking around in a nearby forest, they had a place there, a place they liked to call theirs, it was by the river, and every sunny day they’d bring a blanket and lay there, watching the clouds until the sunset.

He could still remember the last time they had been there, it wasn’t sunny, on the opposite, it was raining, and she had heard screams coming from a discussion in his house and opened her window, waiting for when he’d climb it and lay his head on her lap, while she’d run her fingers through his hair to calm him down.

But he didn’t even go in that direction, going straight to the forest, making her realize that something serious had happened. Jumping out of her window, she chased him all the way until they reached the river, the heavy rain hitting the water disabling them from listening to anything other than the rain.

“Billy!” She shouted over the rain, and he turned around, facing her, her hair was all soaked, as well as her clothes, and he thought that he probably looked the same way.

“Not now, Y/N!” He gesticulated with his arm before turning around.

“Hey, talk to me!” She touched his shoulder, but he didn’t look, still facing the river.

She moved, stopping in front of him. “What happened?” She seemed worried as she tried to take her wet locks away from her face.

He looked into her eyes, but he had no words. “I’m leaving.” He shouted over the rain.

“What?” She frowned

“I’m going to L.A.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow.”

“What? Why?” She couldn’t believe what was happening.

“There’s nothing for me here.”

Ouch.

There was silence for a few seconds, and then he cupped her face with both hands, trying to catch all her attention.

“Come with me!”

“What?”

“Come with me to California! Fuck this place, let’s go together, just you and me!”

“You know I can’t.”

He growled, letting go of her face and pacing around before asking: “Why?”

“My life is here, Billy, my parents would never accept this.”

“Fuck your parents!” He yelled, making her widen her eyes. “Fuck them! They will spend your entire life manipulating you, making you kill your dreams so that you can fulfill theirs, and you know that! You know that I’m right!”

She opened her mouth, but no words came out of it.

“What about your dreams of being a painter? Huh? What happened to that little girl who loved painting?”

“It’s not like that. You know I would starve as a painter, no one can pay their bills by painting.”

“That’s bullshit! That’s what your parents want you to believe!” He stopped in front of her again, calming his tone of voice. “Please, Y/N, come with me.”

“I- I can’t.”

So in the next morning, with all his stuff packed, he waited for the bus that would drive him to Los Angeles, he hated leaving her behind, but she had made her choice, and there was nothing he could do about it.

The bus parked and he was about to climb its stairs when her voice yelling his name caught his attention. He stopped in his tracks, turning around to see her running towards him.

She enveloped him in a hug, letting go of the floor for a few seconds, almost making the two of them fall. He dropped his bag on the floor, hugging her back, smelling deeply on her perfume and smiling. Maybe she changed her mind, he thought.

“I knew you would change your mind.” He said when they parted ways.

But his smile faded as soon as he saw the sadness in her eyes, she wasn’t coming.

“I’m sorry, Billy.” She tried to smile.

“It’s okay, don’t be sad.” He caressed her face, trying to keep a normal expression, at least to avoid her from crying. “Take care of yourself, ok?” He removed his hand from her face, picking up his bag and turning around.

“Wait.” She grabbed his arm, making him stop.

He looked at her as she removed her necklace, a simple and delicate golden chain with her initial letter on it. “Take it with you.” She placed it in his hand, holding herself not to cry.

He looked at the material for a while, before leaning in and kissing her forehead. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

He turned around and entered the bus.

“Goodbye, Billy.” She whispered as a single tear left her eye when the bus drove down the street.

And now, looking at her right in front of him, he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips.

He was taking a long time to reply, so she raised her head, ready to repeat her question when her eyes met his and a huge smile took over her face.

“Billy.” She whispered.

“Hello, Y/N.” He got up, and before he could think, her arms were around him.

Someone clearing their throat in the background made them pull apart from each other.

Looking to the side Axl saw an old lady with her nose crisped as she pointed at Y/N with a pen. She mouthed a “Sorry.” towards the lady before turning towards Axl.

“I can’t really talk now, but I’m free in one and a half hours, if you want to wait for me…” She bit her bottom lip, afraid that he’d say no and she wouldn’t ever see him again.

“Oh sure, I’ll be right here….” He sat down again, looking at the table and grabbing the newspaper that was on top of it. “reading the newspaper.” He smiled at her.

“Oh, okay then.” She returned the smile, turning around and starting to move behind the counter, before coming back to the table.

“Ah sorry, I forgot to ask what do you want to eat?” She giggled and Axl smiled again, he had missed that sound.

“Apple pie.”

“Sure! Want some coffee too?”

“Sounds great to me.”

“Ok, I’ll be right back.”

And that one and half hour seemed to pass by in just a few minutes, watching her kept him entertained enough to didn’t even see the time passing by.

She returned from the kitchen with a denim jacket in her hands as she walked towards him.

“My shift’s over, lets go?”

“Ah, sure!” He got up, placing the money on the table and following her outside.

They walked for a few minutes before they sat down at a bench on the sidewalk.

“You look so handsome.” She whispered, touching his face lightly.

Axl leaned into her touch, closing his eyes. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Me neither, I spent a good while trying to find you and Jeff, but never found anything.” She shrugged.

“It’s probably because nobody knows us by those names.”

She frowned.

“I’m Axl now, and everybody calls him Izzy.”

“Axl.” She repeated, seeing as his eyes shone with happiness. “It suits you better than Bill.” She giggled. “But I can’t promise not to get confused in the first days.”

“It’s ok, you can call me whatever you want.” He smiled. “For how long have you been here?”

“Little more than a year.”

“Fuck, so you’ve been around for more than a year and I had never seen you.” He shook his head.

“It’s fine, everything has the right time to happen.” She smiled softly.

“What happened to your Lafayette plans?”

“I thought my life was there, I was happy and thought that I had everything I needed there, but after you left nothing seemed good enough, after you left nothing made sense anymore, especially living there.”

“Didn’t your parents freak out?”

“What do you think?” She laughed lightly. “But they couldn’t stop me, I had some saved money and was an adult, so I simply packed my stuff and left while they were in church.”

He laughed lightly, before reaching inside his shirt and holding a thin golden chain, the necklace she had given him, making her gasp. "I’ve been using it every day." He smiled slightly.

"I can't believe you still have it." She leaned closer, touching the pendant for a few seconds before returning to her previous position.

“And how are things going for you here?”

Axl’s lips turned into a thin line. “Things have been kinda rough, I got a band, this is actually my third band here, but it’s not easy to survive without a label.”

“Is it too difficult to get a label?”

“Yeah, we had an offer last month, but they wanted to change lots of things, we would stop being us, you know?”

She nodded slowly.

“We have a meeting with another label next week, let’s hope they have a better deal.”

“They will, I’m sure about it.” She reached out, touching his hand.

“Where do you live here?”

“I share an apartment with the two other waitresses, it’s 10 minutes walking from here. What about you?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s complicated, we don’t have an official place yet, we’re staying at Izzy’s girlfriend’s apartment this month.”

“Oh, I see. So he’s got a girlfriend.” She smiled.

“Yes, her name’s Angela, she’s nice.”

“That’s good to hear, Jeff, I mean, Izzy has always been a nice guy.”

“Yeah.”

“What about you, found yourself a girl?”

“I found one, a long time ago, but she never wanted me.” He looked straight into her eyes, burning her soul.

“She must be dumb then.” She smiled, touching his shoulder to comfort him, trying to hide her sadness.

“Yeah, she must be.” He shook his head. “You know what? I should introduce you to the rest of the guys, they’re gonna love you, and Izzy’s gonna be happy to see you again.”

“Re-really? You want me to meet them?”

“Yeah! Why not?”

“O-Okay then.”

“Do you have any plans on Saturday?”

She shook her head. “Nope, it’s my free day.”

“We have a gig at The Roxy, ever heard of?”

She nodded. “I saw a few gigs there.”

“Nice! Our gig starts at 2 am, but they’ll have bands playing all night. You should come over.”

She widened her eyes about the time, but agreed on going nonetheless.

So here she was, entering The Roxy at 9 o’clock on Saturday, wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a black tank top, she moved among the countless people inside, until she found a nice spot near the stage.

Three bands played before Axl’s band and she had to admit that was having a good time, the bands were good, but her stomach flipped and twitched with butterflies just with the thought of seeing Axl again.

His band came on stage and his eyes scanned the place until he found her, smiling in her direction.

Guns n Roses, as they called themselves, were amazing, way better than the previous bands from that night, and even though she was slightly sleepy because of how late it was, she enjoyed every minute of it.

Every chance he got, Axl moved near her, singing the lyrics to her, and looking at her at every moment to see her reaction towards his band and the ways he swayed onstage.

The gig was finally over, another band took their spot and Guns n Roses moved backstage, but not before Axl could give her a gesture to go backstage with them.

The place was the size of a normal living room, there were two dark purple velvet couches and one four armchairs with a black area rug, the walls were filled with pictures from bands that had played there and there was a large table full of booze near one of the windows.

Members from the previous bands were everywhere, drinking, smoking and making out with girls, her eyes widened when she saw one of the vocalists receiving a blowjob at one of the couches, making her turn her head in the other direction, ending up facing Axl.

“Hey, sorry, I know this place’s a mess right now.”

“It’s ok,” she managed to say, even though she wasn’t comfortable there at all.

“Come, I’ll introduce you to them.” He offered her his hand, which she happily took. They walked to the other side of the room, avoiding the people who were in the middle of the way, until they stopped in front of the other couch, sitting there were his other bandmates.

“Y/N, these are Slash, Duff, Steven and you already know Izzy.” He pointed to each one of them. “Guys, this is Y/N.”

They all waved or said “hi”. They seem friendly, she thought.

“Wanna beer?” Duff asked as he got up.

“Uh… sure.”

“Come, let’s sit there.” Axl pointed to a free armchair, where they had to squeeze to sit together.

Soon enough, Duff came back with a beer for each one of them, before sitting in his previous place.

And together, Y/N and Axl engaged in conversation and didn’t even see the time passing by, they didn’t feel tired, they didn’t feel lost, they felt at home, and that was the moment that the two of them realized that all these years, home had never been Lafayette, home had always been the two of them.

Even the guys noticed it, it was obvious, really, the way their eyes shone when they spoke to each other, the way they smiled all the time and how in peace they seemed to be. Even with the loud music and the stink of sweat and alcohol, they seemed to be fair away, in a warm and safe place, just the two of them.

“I’m thirsty, do you want something to drink?” Axl asked, getting up.

“No, I’m fine, thank you.”

Nodding he moved towards the booze table, leaving her with an uncomfortable expression as she looked at the boys.

“You didn’t change a thing,” Izzy spoke up.

“Your hair is longer.” She noted.

“Yeah.” He gave a nasal laugh. “It’s good to have you back Y/n/N, Axl’s better when you’re around.”

She smiled, feeling her cheeks burn as the other boys looked at her. “It’s good being around again.”

Izzy focused on his cigarette again and Y/N looked back, trying to find Axl, he was talking to a blonde girl, she was touching him every few seconds, it was noticeable that she was into him.

He probably wants to go home with her and I’m stopping him from doing so. She thought, as another wave of sadness took her.

“I think I’m going home.” She got up, stretching her jeans.

“Now? Won’t you wait for Axl at least?” Izzy asked.

“Nah, he’s busy and I have to work early tomorrow. Tell him I said goodbye.” She started to walk.

“It was really nice meeting you guys, I loved your gig!” She smiled, before opening the back door and leaving the place.

Outside, a cool breeze involved her, making her hug herself to try to keep her warm. She sighed before starting to walk down the street.

“He’ll always see you just like a friend.” She mumbled to herself as she turned in a corner.

On backstage, Axl came back, but found Y/N nowhere to be seen. “Where’s Y/N?” He asked.

“She left.” Slash replied.

“What? When?”

“A few minutes ago.”

“Fuck.” He sat down, running his fingers through his hair in an exasperated way.

“Axl, go after her!” Izzy spoke up, catching his attention. “Ever since I know you that you like this girl, don’t let her go away, go find her.”

“Seriously, man, even we noticed the way you look at each other.”

Axl leaned against the armchair. “She would never want me like that. We are too different.”

“Bullshit,” Slash said.

“You don’t know her, man.”

“But I do, so listen to me:” Izzy started. “How many years have you wasted because of this stupid fear of rejection? Go after her and tell her how you feel before it’s too late, dumbass!”

He said nothing, just placed his beer on the floor and thought for a few seconds, before standing up quickly and leaving the bar, running down the street as fast as he could.

He ran until he started to feel tired and her figure showed up at the end of the street, hugging herself from the cold wind as she walked slowly towards her place.

Jogging a little, he removed his leather jacket, placing it on her shoulders, making her jump startled.

“It’s not polite to leave without saying goodbye.” He stopped in front of her, making her stop moving.

“I told Izzy to say goodbye to me.” She moved to the side, trying to keep on walking, but Axl blocked her again.

“Why did you leave?”

“I thought I was stopping you from getting all the girls.” She replied simply, she was too tired and sad to keep on lying.

“Then you really are dumb after all.” He laughed slightly.

“What?”

“I would never want them. You know why?”

“Because you are….” She stopped, thinking for a while and she widened her eyes before saying. “gay!?”

“No, idiot, because I love you.”

Her mind went numb for a second, and her brain just started working again when she felt his lips delicately press against hers for a few seconds before moving away.

“Wait, are you telling me that you love me? Like love love? Not as in friends?”

“Yess, dumbass, I love love you.” He laughed again, leaning in to kiss her again, but she stopped him.

“Wait! Since when?”

“Since we were 15 or so.” He smiled, leaning in, just to be stopped one more time.

“So you’re telling me that all this time we could’ve been together!”

“Basically.” He shrugged.

“But-” He rolled his eyes.

“Will you let me kiss you or not?”

She giggled, “I think you need a little more patience, Mr. Bailey.”

He rolled his eyes at the sound of his last name, before leaning in and finally kissing her lips. She moved her hands to his face and his hands found her waist, bringing her closer to deepen the kiss.

“I love love you too.” She said when they pulled apart.

“Good to know.” He smiled before involving her in another passionate kiss.

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Nikki slams back yet another strawberry margarita as our food is set before us in the mexican restaurant, Doc, Fred, Rich, Ross, Donna, Emi, Tommy, Mick, Vince and Tansy all joining us at our celebratory dinner before Nikki and I are due to sneak away tomorrow morning for the next couple of days off to a location that has yet to be disclosed to me.

Although I'll be surprised if we make it there and Nikki's still sober being that he's beginning to slur his words together.

"Okay, hold up, picture." Ross states, grabbing his Polaroid and we all grown, wanting to eat our food. "Say, 'I'm so surprised these two are still married'." He jokes, and the second he snaps the shot of everyone of us smiling, Nikki's throwing chip crumbs on him, earning a blatant 'damn it!' that's got Nikki giggling like a little boy.

"So, when does your flight leave?" Donna asks me and I raise my brows.

"Flight?"

"Yeah, for your little getaway." She explains as Nikki and Tommy start trying to out slur each other as they eat their food and talk.

"It requires flying?" I ask her and her face suddenly pales before Emi is whispering in her ear, more than likely telling her I have no idea where we're going.

"Oh…" Donna mumbles, giving me a small smile. "...Forget I asked."

Before I can open my mouth to prod her about where exactly this location is, she's being swept back into her conversation with Emi and I'm furrowing my brows slightly, glancing at Nikki, who's already getting another freaking refill of his margarita.

"Can we have some water, as well?" I ask the waiter, nodding toward Nikki and he looks from me, to Nikki, who's obviously not going to accept anything less than alcoholic.

"I don't need it, man, just keep 'em coming." Nikki smirks to him and I shoot him a look.

"He's drunk, he needs water, please." I void what Nikki just said and our waiter seals his lips together before going to the kitchen with Nikki shouting after him how he doesn't need water.

I slip away to the bathroom to pee and touch up my makeup, returning just in time to hear a glass collide with the floor with the sound of iced water splashing, and Nikki shouting:

"I don't need any fucking water!"

While Fred and Doc are shouting at him to calm down.

I find our table in nearly a sprint in my heels, seeing a sloppy Nikki standing, nearly face-planting, about to get in the waiter's face.

"Nikki!" I stop him, interjecting myself between him and the stranger, feeling absolutely horrible for how he's treating the man for just doing what I asked him to do. "Sir, I'm so sorry, we're about to leave if you could just--"

"--I'm not fucking going anywhere until this motherfucker apologizes to me!" Nikki demands, pointing over me to the waiter, everyone in the restaurant is now looking at us.

"Nikki, shut up." Doc orders him as he and Fred glare at him.

"Fuck you, Doc!" Nikki barks.

"I'm so, so sorry." I apologize to the waiter as Doc and Nikki begin arguing, my hand slipping into my purse to grab a few stray bills Nikki gave me before we left home, handing $300.00 to the waiter for having to be screamed and pointed at so aggressively. "This is the tip, we'll pay the bill once he's out of here." I assure him and he looks at me, taking the cash, his eyes wide.

"You can suck my fucking dick, Doc!" I hear Nikki outburst. "Just get on your fucking knees and start--"

I'm grasping at the hand he's not pointing at Doc, tugging him to the door along with Fred's help and Doc stays behind to pay the bill.

When we get in the parking lot, Fred's throwing Nikki to the ground.

"Stop it!" He screams down at my husband, the vein in his forehead sticking out. "You're being a fucking asshole, Sixx, just shut the fuck up and sober up!"

Nikki's stumbling to get up, and when he does, he's punching at Fred.

"Nikki!" I scream angrily, stepping into range without realizing it just as Fred throws his punch, which accidentally hits me, knocking me to the ground.

My cheek is throbbing, my lip busted open, and Nikki's hazel eyes widen before he's looking at Fred with merely empty irises, lunging at him.

If Fred wouldn't have had a black belt, Nikki would have possibly killed him, but before he did too much damage, Doc was getting the two men separated while Emi, Donna and Tommy were helping me off the ground and making sure nothing in my face was busted up.

I suffered a busted lip and a giant bruise on my face, which nearly got members of Guns N' Roses on a plane to kick Nikki's ass when I arrived home after the Vanity bullshit, before I explained to them that Fred had accidentally hit me.

"I'm fine." I assure Doc as he's making me hold ice to my lip as I sit on the bed back in my room, letting out a breath.

"We don't need the press accusing anybody of being a wife beater, got it?"

"Won't matter, whatever the hell we do wrong, it just makes people love us more." Vince mumbles and me, Tommy, and Mick, all look at him. "What? I'm not saying Nikki should start beating her, I'm just saying if this gets out to the press nobody will give a flying fuck that Nikki Sixx raised hell in a mexican restaurant. It'll just give us more publicity." Vince explains.

"That doesn't mean it's okay, Vince." I argue and he rolls his jaw.

The sound of the door unlocking has our attention and as Fred walks in, his face looks worried.

"Nikki's passed out in my room." He explains. "Viv, I really am sorry, I didn--"

"--I know, Fred. It's okay." I assure him, wincing.

"Nothing that can't be covered up with some makeup." Doc adds.

It wasn't a big deal to me, honestly. I was use to covering up shitshows with makeup, fake smiles and laughter, and a lot of bullshitting.

I was a pro at the point, which would have to be severely executed in the following months.

Morning soon comes and although my face is kind of sore, the excitement I feel for my anniversary is nearly making me jump around on the bed I'm laying next to Nikki on.

He's still knocked out in his margarita coma so I decide to get a shower and get my things together for our getaway.

By the time I'm out, he's pulling himself back to life, sitting up in our bed while I step in wearing nothing but my towel, running a brush through my wet hair.

"Good morning." I grin at him.

"What time is it?" He asks.

"Almost 10:00." I reply and he nods.

"Our plane leaves at 3:30." He tells me, getting out of bed, stumbling to the bathroom to throw up into the toilet.

I wrinkle my nose at the sound, crossing my fingers that he gets a shower because he smells horrible.

My wish comes true when I hear the shower start and I change into a tshirt and jean shorts before going over to our room to pack my things and Nikki's.

When I get back, he's out of the shower, brushing his teeth, and when he's done is popping as many over the counter pain meds that I'll allow for his hangover.

"So, where we going?" I ask him once he's at the foot of the bed, digging in his suitcase for clothes, his towel hanging on his hips.

"I'm not telling you." He smiles, grabbing jeans and a RATT shirt, causing me to raise a brow.

"It requires a plane." I explain and his smile grows.

"I'm not telling you." He repeats, not giving me a second glance before he's about to go get dressed.

I catch his hand to keep him from walking away, my bottom lip being pulled at by my teeth as I tug him back to me and he gives me a crooked smirk when I grab the clothes from his hand and toss them aside, running my hands down his sides, kissing at his chest, down his abdomen, my hands discarding his towel.

"Viv." He sighs out when I wrap my hand around his prick. "We don't have time for this." He tells me with a glint in his eyes and I start taking my clothes off until theres not a thing on me except for my crucifix and he lets out a sharp breath.

"Then tell me to stop." I whisper hotly, my lips brushing against his as I run my thumb over the slit in his cock.

He's suddenly grabbing at my hair, not enough to hurt me, before tugging me into the floor so I'm on my knees at his feet.

My mouth waters as he slides his hand up and down his shaft, liquid beading out of him, causing my tongue lick it up.

"Fuck." He lets out with a satisfied grin, and I wrap my lips around him.

"Sixx!" Fred's voice and a knock comes from the other side of the door and Nikki rolls his eyes.

"What, man?!" Nikki says back, and I sit back on my knees, waiting for Fred to leave before I continue.

"Open the door!"

"I'm a little busy right now!"

"Nikki, it's important! Open the damn door!"

"Damnit, Fred!" He complains, going to the door, snatching it open. "What, fucker?"

Fred says something to him.

"What?" He lowers his voice, confusion in his tone and Fred continues to speak as I give up and pull my clothes back on. "Are you fucking me right now?"

"No." I hear Fred reply clearly and I slowly make my way to them.

"What is it?" I ask and Fred glances at me as Nikki looks down at me.

"Nothing." Nikki shakes his head and Fred raises his brows at him.

"Dude, what the fuck is Vanity doing in the fucking lobby?" Vince grumbles, only seeing Fred and Nikki, and when he sees me, his face falls.

"Vanity's here?" I ask and Nikki and Fred shoot daggers Vince's way.

"She wants to surprise you guys." Fred explains to me and I raise my brows.

"For what?"

"Our anniversary." Nikki spitefully hisses.

"Ohhh." I say, thinking a moment. "Well, that's sweet."

"No, it's not. It really fucking isn't." Nikki states with a scoff, leaving my side to go get dressed.

"I was thinking since she unexpectedly came to surprise the both of you, it might be a little rude to just up and leave her here. If you know what I mean." Fred explains, looking at Nikki and Nikki pulls his pants on and sighs.

"Trust me I am one fucking step ahead of you." He assures him and I furrow my brows.

"What? No. She didn't tell us she was coming. She can't be upset we had plans. It's not rude if we go do what we planned, and besides she'll be here for a while and we'll only be gone a couple days."

"Vivian, you don't know anger until you've got a pissed off, coked out, irrational Vanity screaming at you with her finger in your face, telling you to hit her and knowing you can't because you're a man and it's not right to just punch the ever loving fuck out of women even if you really, really want to. Except you don't have a dick and hitting her would be socially acceptable, so you'd get into a fight with her and that's not good." Nikki warns me. "We'll just take a rain check on the trip. I don't feel like hearing her bitching."

"Nikki--"

"He's right, Viv." Fred takes up for him. "If you go down there and tell her she came for nothing, she's gonna flip shit and no offense, but you don't have a stable temper as of lately."

"Stable temper? Excuse me?" I hiss.

"As of lately? That's it? Are you kidding?" Vince states and I glare at him.

"Really, Vivian. Raincheck." Fred repeats to make his point and I feel my face fall in disappointment.

"Hey, I'll make it up to you, alright?" Nikki kisses my cheek and I sigh out before nodding.

"I'm gonna go back to sleep." I tell them, and Nikki steps out of the door.

"We're gonna go meet Vanity and get her a room paid for." Fred explains and I nod.

Vanity didn't come to surprise us for our anniversary. Her and Nikki had gotten into an argument and she strategically dropped by just to make him sweat over whether or not she'd really be cruel enough to confess to his wife what had been happening for over a year between them, on the day of his four year anniversary.

Everyone was losing their shit on the inside, even Doc, because they decided Vanity was officially a loose cannon (and threat) when she showed up that day to continue to tour with them for X amount of time.

It wasn't a matter of "if" she had an artilary and was going to eventually use to blow every fucking thing to hell, it was a matter of "when" she was going to get an itch to pull the trigger over something minor Nikki pissed her off about, and open fire.

The irony in it all is that she didn't let it out because she was angry at Nikki, but because she was so high on coke she actually forgot altogether he was still with me because she had heard him constantly repeat how he was going to leave me and marry her when the "Girls" tour wrapped up in the US, before he got sober from junk.

I'm waking up to the feeling of Nikki peppering my face in kisses, causing me to giggle, my lips pressing to his, causing me to hum.

"Hi." I smile at him.

"Hi." He replies, laying next to me with a smirk. "So, I was thinking since we can't have our Mexico trip--"

"--We were gonna go to Mexico?" I ask, even more disappointed.

"It's only put off for a little bit, Viv." He chuckles. "But how about we spend the rest of the day together, and I'll take you out to dinner tonight--minimal alcohol so I won't be an asshole--and then we can come back, go swimming and then spend the rest of the night screwing the ever loving fuck out of each other." He proposes and I laugh at his enthusiasm saying the last activity.

"Deal." I agree, kissing him again.

What actually ended up happening.

"Have you seen Nikki?" I ask Doc.

"He just left with the guys, Tansy and Vanity." He replies.

"What? To go where?"

"Didn't say." He shrugs. "Hey, you look nice, where you going?"

"Nowhere, apparently." I mumble, glancing down at my red dress.

I go back to our room, glancing at the clock.

8:00pm.

Nikki slept through the afternoon and then woke up, making me think he was going to get ready to take me out.

But by the time I got ready, I realized he wasn't anywhere around.

I kick my heels off and shut the hotel room door behind me, going to scrub off the fresh face of makeup I just put on, and change into my swimsuit, hoping he'll be back before the pool closes at midnight.

Once 11:50pm rolls around, I'm giving up and changing into my pajamas.

I wake up to the sound of the door swinging open, heavy steps thumping in to the bathroom before shutting the door.

After a few minutes in the bathroom, Nikki's silhouette is making its way to the bed and I feel his hand reach out and run over the curve of my hip.

"I'm a fucking asshole." He slurs slightly, and I bite my tongue to hold back from crying.

"It's fine, Nikki." I say, not having the energy to argue with him.

He's quiet because he knows it isn't okay.

I feel his lips press to my shoulder and I close my eyes, trying not to be upset with him, although I have a good reason to be.

His lips trail up my neck to my lips, our tongues intertwining.

His mouth tastes like a straight shot of wine and whiskey, and I'm intoxicated by him in merely seconds, pulling him closer to me, pushing his jacket off of his shoulders.

By the time his shirt is off next, he's pulling me onto him, my tshirt being thrown into the corner of the room, his lips immediately sweeping down my neck to my chest as my fingers thread through his thick hair, my head tilting back as satisfied sighs push themselves past my lips when he sucks my nipple into his mouth.

I let out a gasp, my mouth pulling into a smile, the junction of my thighs grinding into him, causing him to let out a groan.

My hands fumble to get his pants off and he takes his attention away from me to help me, tossing the jeans to the foot of the bed, his arms pulling my bare chest against his, his lips catching mine before he's pinning me under him, his devious eyes looking into mine as he presses a line of tongue filled kisses down my chest, his teeth grazing against my skin, his hands holding mine at my sides against the mattress and I arch my back when his tongue starts lapping at my clit.

When he's satisfied with his work of bringing me to the edge of orgasm after orgasm, only to stop before I can finish, and leaving me a pleading mess that's desperate to get off, he's grasping at his cock and teasingly running it against my pussy before pushing into me, causing me to cry out in ecstasy as his face buries in my neck.

Within less than a minute, Nikki's sweating profusely, his body purging liquor from his system, and I furrow my brows when he starts breathing abnormally, more like panting, and stops moving.

"Nikki?" I question, the weight of his body that he was just holding in his arms while he lingered above me, is now crushing down onto me.

His face is in my neck and his breathing is heavy, like he's asleep.

"N-Nikki." I gently try to wake him up, to no avail, before I'm trying to get out from underneath him,which I have the same luck doing as trying to wake him up.

Frustration and disappointment is fuming out of me, as bratty as it is.

It's our anniversary and he fell asleep inside of me in the middle of sex.

Tears gather in my eyes and I make one last effort to get him off of me, finally succeeding.

I wince at the feeling of him sliding out of me before I sit up in the hotel room's bed, covering my naked chest, trying to figure out where in the hell to go from here.

Deciding to just shower and pretend like this never happened is what I opt for before heading to the bathroom.

The second I open the door, I'm hit in the face with that familiar, bitter scent.

I immediately start rummaging for needles and sure enough, I find clean needles in his boot at the foot of the bed, and the bottle cap he used to heat the smack up in the garbage can by the toilet.

"No, no, no this is not how this is supposed to go." I cry out to myself, my tears finally breaking over my lashline as I sit on the floor in front of the bathroom door.

Nikki was sober from heroin, but decided to have a shot of it in celebration of his sobriety.

As you can imagine, he never got back on the wagon for the rest of that tour, but he had lied to himself and convinced himself he surely would.

"It's okay." I lie to myself in the mirror, forcing my tears away with my fingers, taking deep breaths. "It is okay. Everything is okay. Don't be like this." I order to the tired girl in front of me, who's green eyes are beginning to lose their hopeful light now that their owner's husband is up to no good once again. "It was one time. He shot up one time. It's normal for addicts to fall off the wagon every once and a while. This doesn't mean anything. It is okay. It will be okay. He'll be okay and you'll be okay so stop…" my voice cracks, and I can't bring myself to continue to fucking lie, so I don't.

I simply finish, saying:

"Stop, Vivian. This is not what we do."

The training my brain's gotten over the years automatically responds to my words, my tears being forced back as I whipe the last of them away, letting out a deep breath, before getting into the shower.

Once I'm clean, I check Nikki's pulse to make sure he's still breathing, he is, and I put pajamas on and decide to hangout with Fred.

When his door swings open and I see a brunette slip into the bathroom, I raise my brows at him.

"I can come back if I need to." I tell him and he shakes his head, his hair and body wet from showering.

"No, it's fine, c'mon." He steps aside and I avert my gaze as he pulls underwear on and slips back into bed.

"What's up? I thought you'd be with Nikki for your four years together." He nudges at me and I let out a breath. "Hey, look, I know it sucks you two didn't get to go on your little two day vacation but it's not the end of the world."

"We were suppose to eat dinner together, he bailed. We were suppose to go swimming, he bailed. He finally got in from spending a majority of our anniversary with Vince and Tommy and Tansy and Vanity, and then proceeded to pass out inside of me while we were screwing around. I'm not just aggravated over not getting to go to a stupid beach for my anniversary. I'm frustrated because coked out Vanity came to town unannounced and we don't know when she's coming home, and now Nikki's unconscious and Tansy's probably in the same position, too, which I'm afraid is gonna get worse because Vanity isn't a good influence, and Nikki chose partying over spending our day with his wife."

He looks at me, his expression solemn, before he reaches out and grabs at my hand, holding it tightly.

"I'll kick his ass in the morning." He assures me and I smile a little. "Ya want me to go get some clothes on and we can go find some food?"

"Yes." I reply.

"Okay, Kid, I'm on it." He says with a chuckle, getting out of bed to pull clothes on.

We end up grabbing greasy drive-thru, and in the midst of getting the food back up to the room, we run into Tommy, Tansy, Vanity, Vince and a couple groupies when we get to the elevator.

"Where did Sixx go, Viv?" Tommy sloppily lets out as a blonde holds at his fluffy hair and kisses up and down his neck and I feel sick to my stomach.

"He's married." I say as I tap the girl on the shoulder and she sneers at the fact she was interrupted.

"Viv." Tommy complains and I raise my brows.

"You're wearing your wedding ring." I state.

"I don't mind." The girl hisses at me.

"No, but his wife sure will." I argue.

His eyes cut suddenly, his alcohol laced breath hitting me in the face when he scoffs out, "fucking ironic coming from you."

Fred clears his throat loudly before Tommy can continue on, and Tommy shuts up as Vince gives him a death glare while Tansy keeps her eyes on the floor, and Vanity has the smallest little smile on her lips.

Before I can ask what the hell he means, the elevator opens and Fred is pulling me in the direction of his room.

"Don't fucking start shit with them when they're fucked up, Viv, you know that." Doc scolds me when we get in the room and I roll my eyes.

"It just pisses me off. Vince is married. Tommy is married. They have wives." I tell him and he sighs.

"I understand, but still. Don't be stupid. You can't pay them any attention when they're like that. They're completely different people than when they're sober."

"Except Vince." I mumble and he let's out a breath.

"Why don't you just tell Sharise and Heather, then?"

"Because they've been my friends since grade school, alright? I love Sharise and Heather but I've known Tommy and Vince longer." I explain.

"So, like, I've known Sixx longer than you so if he was screwing around on you, it wouldn't be right for me to tell you since I've been friends with him longer?"

"Well...that's not even possible because Nikki won't do that." I brush it off, eating a fry.

He takes a sip of his drink, not replying and I raise my brows.

"Nikki hasn't done that, right?" I ask him.

"Would it surprise you?"

My heart clenches.

"Fred, has Nikki cheated on me?"

"No, Viv. He hasn't, alright? I was just asking that to put into perspective how fucked it is, is all." He explains.

"Oh. Okay."

I think if Fred knew what would happen three short weeks later, he would've gone ahead and told me the truth.

"Viv, it was one time, it was three weeks ago, I'm not on smack again, alright? It was a celebratory shot and that was all it was." Nikki groans, pulling his boots on.

I hug the covers to my exposed chest as I sit up and he glances over his shoulder to look at me.

"How the fuck are you so perfect?" He randomly says, smirking at me before grabbing my ankle and tugging me to the foot of the bed before he stands over me, his hand running through my disheveled hair and I try not to smile.

"Mmhmm." I sarcastically let out in response to his statement and he snickers, kissing me, his thumb running over my bottom lip.

"At least Vanity's gone." He adds.

"Be nice." I scold him, again, trying not to laugh.

"Two whole weeks of Vanity, Viv. We survived two whole weeks of Vanity." He proudly declares.

Those two weeks were a nightmare. Vanity was excellent at not competing with the women in her industry, always praising them when an interviewer would try to make her say something against another woman in her business, but for someone who typically competed with herself in terms of success and stardom, she and Nikki were like two giant male lions trying to fight for the lead.

She would get viciously jealous if he was getting more attention.

She'd dance up on the speakers like a stripper at their rehearsal, and dance the same way in the photo pit at their shows.

Everyone would be quietly telling Nikki "get your bitch's shit together for her, before I do" while I was oblivious.

Vanity went home a week before the show in Texas.

Nobody knew that would be the last time we saw her before she completely damned everything.

"Yeah, we survived." I reply, smiling softly at him as he kisses my hand.

"You wanna come out with me and Tommy tonight?"

"No, me and Tansy were gonna watch Vanity's interview with Arsenio tonight." I explain and he wrinkles his nose. "Quit it." I lightly hit at his stomach.

"What, the two weeks with her weren't enough?"

"It's called being supportive, Nikki."

"Yeah, have fun with that." He kisses me one last time before heading to the door. "Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight, Nikki." I say as the door shuts behind him and I smile to myself. "Be careful. I love you." I whisper to myself, letting out a sigh before going to wash off.

Tansy's soon knocking on the door and I get my PJs on and let her in before switching on the TV to tune into Vanity's interview.

"Aww, she looks pretty." Tansy comments, seeing her beaming smile as she grasps her sister's hand as her sister is sitting next to her while she explains her dress.

"Ya know, I bought this in an antique store in Newyork about five years ago. And it was just a block, like, it looked like 'grandma's' dress, really. And, um, I said, 'I think I can something with that' I mean it was only fifty dollars and I had it taken in." She explains, and I take notice that her sister is grasping one of her hands while Arsenio is grasping the other, and I realize what appears as her being hyper and excited, is really her being coked out, and they're holding her hands to try to keep her grounded.

"By a Japanese girl, she took it in." She says next.

"Well she did a very good job at taking it in." Arsenio assures her and she and the crowd chuckles. "Get the Japanese girl on the phone. I wanna talk to her 'cause she did a very, very good job. It's a beautiful outfit." He adds. "And it's good to have you here." He starts next.

"Oh, thank you." She softly replies.

"And it's good to have your sister here sh--"

"I'm getting married, look." Vanity states, taking her left hand out of Arsenio's hold and flashes a shining ring on her ring finger and my ears perk up, apparently Tansy's pulled from her drugged stupor, because her heavy eye lids pop open and her face pales when I look at her as I hear Arsenio comment, "okay, um, here's something for Jett magazine," going with the sudden turn of events presented by the starlet.

"Did you know she was engaged?" I ask Tansy and she's at a loss of words. "I didn't even know she was dating anybody."

"Vivian." Tansy's tone is dreadful and I wait for her to tell me about it, Arsenio cracking jokes in the background, causing Vanity's enthusiastic laughter to infiltrate the room.

"This is a beautiful ring." He states, grabbing my attention once more.

"Isn't it pretty?" Vanity agrees as he examines the rock on her finger.

"You, didn't you--"

"--Nikki Sixx." She interrupts him, and my brows furrow even more, confusion taking over me.

"Nikki." Arsenio hesitantly replies, and I think I completely missed the part about who she was engaged to and they somehow got on the topic of her friendship to Nikki, until…

"Yeah, I'll be Vanity 6 once again. Isn't that nice?"

Arsenio is obviously just as confused as me, I hear some mumbles in the audience of people probably also confused.

It just takes one look at Tansy to know what the hell is happening. She's already got tears streaming down her face.

My heart fucking stops, and my breath is shoved out of my lungs as if one of Nikki's demons has finally succeeded in getting me out of the way, his talons puncturing at my chest, leaving me clawing at my throat for air as my whole world shatters.

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Love and Leather /part sixxty three/

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A/N: in honor of our lord and savior Nikki Sixx being born AND cause I got my tickets to the show, here’s a cute saaawwftt chapter before I ruin it :))))) enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated!

Warnings: ooey gooey fluff, language, drug talk

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*Nikki’s POV*

I parked across the street from Vanity’s place. I drove around the block five different times, deciding if I should stop by without asking. I reached for the bouquet of sunflowers and the elephant plush toy that rested in the passenger seat. I was also deciding if I should toss the flowers out the god damn window. Was this to much?

I shook off my thoughts before locking up my car and walking across the street. I pushed through the doors just to see Vanity coming out of the elevator.

“He-hey Van!” I said as it seemed like I had pulled her from her thoughts.

“Nikki-I-what are you doing here?” She asked looking at me as she fumbled through her purse to grab her car keys.

I cleared my throat, “I uh came by to see you and Arianna...here, for you.” I offered her the yellow flowers as she looked at them and then at me.

“I gotta go, I’m running late.” She said, trying to push past me but I followed her out the door, she was walking really fast, almost a jog as I had to keep up with her.

“I overslept and I have to go pick up Ari from school. It’s her last day and she’s out in ten minutes and it takes me twenty minutes to get there.” She explained as she unlocked her car door.

“Can I come with you?” I asked nicely, giving her an award winning smile. She rolled her eyes before getting in the car. I frowned until she unlocked the passenger side door. I slid in and she started driving before the door was even closed.

“I got you flowers. Sunflowers, your uh favorite.” I coughed nervously as she grabbed her sunglasses and put them on before turning up the radio.

“Thanks.” She said quietly before taking them and putting them in the backseat. I glanced over at her, seeing the pale face and circles under her eyes. Wonder if she was on a bender?

“I also got her a pink elephant..I saw she had other animals except for an elephant.” I muttered quietly as she nodded and changed the radio station.

“How are you doing?”

I saw under her sunglasses she looked over at me for a brief second, “I’m fine, you?”

“I’m fine too.”

Vanity exhaled deeply as she turned the radio up louder. I groaned out loud when I realized it was Bon Jovi.

I fucking hate that guy.

Vanity had a smirk imprinted on her lips, “What’s so funny to you?” I questioned as she looked over at me.

“Nothing. Anyways, why were you on your way to my place?” She asked as she dug out a pack of gum taking on for herself before offering a piece to me.

“I don’t know. I was in the neighborhood and I don’t know, guess I just wanted to see you.” She looked over at me, “I mean, see you and Arianna.”

“But you didn’t call?” She clarified as I messed with the bracelet I was wearing.

“Yeah, no, I know. I guess I should have called first...” I mumbled as I reached over to change the radio station, “Do not change it.” She ordered as I slumped back into the chair.

“You look nice...” I told her as she scoffed and looked over at me, “My hairs a mess and I’m dirty leggings because I haven’t caught up on my laundry, Nikki. I look like shit.”

I shook my head and kept my mouth shut the remainder of the drive. Vanity sped through the streets and I’m pretty sure she even ran a stop sign. She pulled up alongside a yellow painted curb and put it in park, “I don’t think you can park here...” I mumbled pointing to the ‘no parking’ sign.

She glared at me, “I park here all the-“ I jumped in the chair when there was a platinum blonde haired women tapping on the window.

Vanity sighed heavily before rolling the window down, “Yes Ginger?”

She smiled at me and then at Vanity, “Good afternoon Vanity, I see you are still parking here.”

“Do you have a tow truck to move my car?”

“Well, Uh no but-“

“Then don’t worry about it.”

Gingers smile faltered for a moment before she quickly regained it, “Are you and Arianna coming to our end of the school year PTA BBQ at the park?”

Vanity sighed in annoyance as she looked over at Ginger, head rested against the seat, “Probably not.”

I smiled at Ginger, “We’re actually going out to lunch when Ari gets out. I just met her and everything so I thought it would be nice and all that.”

I groaned when Vanity backhanded my stomach, “Oh, so you’re her father? I thought it was that one guy who picks her up sometimes...”

“I already told you Jason wasn’t her father, Ginger.” Vanity retorted, rather bitterly, “He just gets her from time to time to be nice..”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Nikki-“ she leaned a bit closer, “Big fan by the way...saw you guys back in ‘87.”

I nodded, “Thanks for that...”

“Well maybe next year Vanity, you’ll be more willing to participate in our activities. I’m sure Arianna would love to hang out with the kids and we’d love to get to know you better.” Ginger continued to explain as Vanity turned up the radio station and rolled up the window.

“Damn V, can’t you play nice with the other kids?” I teased as she hit my chest this time, “What was that for?!” I groaned, rubbing my skin.

“We’re not going out to lunch after this. I’m going home and then you can leave too. I’m not in the mood to deal with you today.”

I chuckled, “Too damn bad.” I looked over at her as she got out of the car when a whole bunch of kids came running out of the building. I saw Arianna smiling and giggling with her little friends, “Mommy!” She ran over to Van as she scooped her up and smothered her cheeks with kisses

“Hi babygirl! I missed you so much did you have a good day!” Van cheered as she looked at with her with a smile full of joy across her lips.

Arianna nodded furiously, “Yes! I colored all day! And I made you this!” She held out a piece of paper with yellow and pink swirls all around, and a lot of glitter.

Vanity gasped, “it is so pretty babe, thank you!” Van looked over at me as she glanced down at Ari, “You remember Nikki right? You met him a few days ago...”

Arianna smiled at me, “Yes, uncle Tommy’s brother.” Van put her down as she showed me her art.

“Pretty fuckin-I mean, it’s really, really neat.” I cleared my throat as Vanity shook her head.

“I think Nikki got you a little present...” She explained as Arianna gasped before peering up at me with a huge grin.

“Oh! Yeah-“ I reached into the car and handed her the stuffed animal, “Do you uh, like it?”

Arianna snatched it from my hands as she examined it from front to back, “I don’t have an Ellie...” she whispered to me as I nodded.

“That’s why I got you one. Everyone needs a pink elephant. Ari, are you hungry?” I questioned, my eyes flickering to Vanity as she just watched us.

“I always have a snack when I get home.” She explained as I knelt down to her height. Vanity nudged Arianna from behind then pointed at the toy, “Thank you Nikki.” Arianna laughed before covering her mouth with her hands.

“Anytime princess, how about we maybe go get i don’t know, candy or something?” I asked her, but also looked up at Vanity as she nodded in return.

“Candy“?!” Arianna exclaimed before grabbing Vanity’s hand, “Please mom! Can we go with Nikki!?”

Between both of us giving her our best pouty dog eyes, I knew she couldn’t say no. Vanity chuckled before opening up the side door, “Get on in there.” Arianna climbed into the car before Vanity buckled her up. When she was done, she closed the door and looked at me.

I grinned, “Sorry...mom.” I laughed as she rolled her eyes, “Just get in and shut up.”

“There’s a candy shop and it’s also a diner and there’s an arcade in it tool. Its over off of-“

“...Off of fifth and Lincoln, it’s down the street from my house. Trust me, we go there all the time.”

“It’s like a cute little family date.” I whispered to Van as she ignored me and turned up the radio a little bit louder. I chuckled and turned it down.

“Arianna, what kind of music do you like?” I asked as i heard her giggle, “I dunno...”

“Baby, yeah you do. Who do we like? We like Queen and Kiss and-“ “Guns and uh daisies?”

“Roses...”

“Guns and Roses! And, and we like um Michael! Bowie! And uh...oh! Uncle Tommy’s drums!”

I looked over at Vanity, “She cries when I turn off MTV so she’s exposed to a lot of different music...” she explained as she glanced at Arianna through the mirror.

“Well Ari, you and I like a lot of the same people. Except for Guns and Roses..” i told her as Van looked over and smirked.

“But...but that guys hair is so cool!!” She exclaimed, “You hear that Nik? His hair is so cool.” Vanity teased as I shook my head.

“Nikki has cool hair too sweetie pie. You’ll have to see it one day when he’s playing his guitar alongside Tommy.” Vanity nudged my arm as I smiled a bit.

“His hairs messy...”

“Arianna, be nice.” Vanity spoke sternly. I couldn’t believe my own damn kid was making fun of my hair, “Nikki is famous for his hairstyle.” It took me off guard when Vanity reached over and ran her fingers through it. I felt my whole body tense up when her nails grazed over my scalp.

Good thing for self control or I would have made a mess in my pants.

“It’s not as messy as it use to be or as long, what a shame.” Now I knew she was fucking with me by the tone of her voice and the way she gave my hair a slight tug. She slowly took her hand back and placed it on her lap.

Who new one single fucking touch for her could send the fire ablaze.

Why would she do that? What does that even mean?! Does it even mean anything?! Is she flirting with me?! Or is she teasing me?! What’s the fuckin difference, honestly?

“I guess it’s cool...” Arianna mumbled, “Mommy’s hair looks like yours in the morning.”

I chuckled, “I know it does.”

Vanity pulled alongside the candy shop. We got out of the car as I beat her to Arianna’s door, obviously, “I got it...” I told her as she nodded and took a step back. I unbuckled her from her booster seat and helped her out of the car.

Arianna peered up at me before she grabbed my hand and pulled me along, “Nikki! Walk faster!” She exclaimed, now tugging on my hand with both of hers. Vanity held the door open for us as Arianna started running to the arcade, “We take her here all the time.” Vanity explained as motioned for me to go play with her as she started heading to the bathroom.

“Which one do you want to play, Ari?” I asked as I followed her into the arcade area. She looked back and forth at all the games

She pointed to a game that had two guns and a zombie on it, “That one. Uncle Tommy lets me play it. But shhhh...” She brought her little finger up to her lips, “We can’t tell mommy.”

I glanced over to see Vanity was still in the bathroom, “Okay, fine. But if you have a bad dream blame it on Tommy.”

“I need quarters, Nikki.” She stared up at me and then pointed to the machine, “Oh right. Of course.” I mumbled before putting a five in and getting change.

“I hope you aren’t gonna cry when I kill more zombies then you do.” I told her as I handed her some and she laughed at me.

“I always beat Mommy at other games but that’s because she sucks.”

I watched as she reached for the toy gun and I followed after her, “You have to shoot them in the head! That’s the only way they’ll die, okay?!”

“Okay, sounds reasonable.” I shot one in the head and she gasped, “Wow, you’re good!”

She gasped again, “Except for him!” She pointed to the giant and even uglier zombie, “You have to shoot him everywhere and use the booms!”

“The booms?”

She imitated explosions sounds, “The booms!!”

“Oh! You mean the bombs!” I watched as she dramatically groaned and started shooting at him, I helped her and pushed the button for the booms, I mean the bombs to blow him up.

“Uncle Tommy is always dying first.” She puts down the gun, “Ari the game isn’t finished-“ I stopped talking when she walked away from me, “Okay then...”

“You can pick the next one.” She told me as I nodded and looked around, “Do you want to race?”

She shook her head,

“Claw machine?”

She did it again,

“The uh...rubber ducky game?” I pointed at it as she stared at me, “Air hockey?” I saw her eyes flicker over to the table.

“I’ve never played that. Tommy calls me a shrimp and that I have to wait till I’m taller.” I laughed a bit, I can’t believe Tommy would say that. But then again I could.

“Well maybe your mom can hold you up? Or we can pick something else?” I don’t know why I continued talking as she walked away from me and went over to Vanity who was sitting at a table sipping on a soda. I saw Arianna attempt to explain to Van what was going on as she pointed back at me and the hockey table. Arianna then grabbed Vanity’s hand, tugging on her to come with her.

“You have to hold me so I can play hockey.” She told her as Vanity nodded, “Okay, okay up you go.” Vanity held her, kinda at a lopsided angle so her arms were free to move around freely.

“Ready?”

“Ready, Nikki!”

We gently passed the puck back and forth to one another for a solid five minutes, but Arianna is laughing and smiling and that makes me happy and that makes Van happy, and everything’s okay, “You gotta get it into the slot babe.” Van said as she put her hand on top of Arianna’s and immediately shot the puck into my goal box.

I smirked as I put the puck back on the table, “Mommy isn’t suppose to be playing.” I said, forcefully hitting the puck into their goal box.

Vanity smiled, “I’m just holding her-“ she took control of the handle and smacked in across to me but I blocked it, “That was all Arianna.”

“Uh huh. I’m sure that’s what happened.” I chuckled before tossing the puck in the middle as she put Arianna on the floor, “Mommy, Nikki’s really good at games...you don’t want to loose...”

Vanity looked down at Arianna, “Don’t worry baby I-“ she was cut off when I shot my puck back into her goal box.

“That is cheating!” She grabbed the puck and it hit it towards me , but I blocked it just for me to push it back to her and her to block it. The game went on and on as Arianna watched us. She’d cheer for me and then she’d cheer for Van. I made it in another time as she made it in another two times.

“Ha! I win!” Vanity cheered triumphantly as she got the winning goal and tossed the hockey puck handle down onto the table.

“I let you win.” I corrected her as she scoffed, “Don’t be a sore looser Sixx.” She rubbed it in even more as she shaped her fingers into a ‘L’ on her forehead.

I glared at her as Arianna was doing the same thing as her, “Nice, Van. Really nice.” Vanity chuckled as she held Arianna’s hand.

“You hungry yet, baby?” Van asked her as she shook her head, “Can I get a sticker?” She points to the toy machines.

“Well how about a tattoo? That way you can be like me.” I pointed at one as she immediately put her hand out for more quarters. I gave her some and she put them in before I pushed the lever in for her and out came the design.

“We can do it when we get back home.” I told her as she nodded and showed me, “It’s a flower!” She ecstatically shouted as I nodded. It was a red rose with a thorny stem.

“Mommy, you get one! You don’t have any tattoos!” Vanity and I both looked at one another and she scowled at me as she saw my grin.

I wonder if she still has that ‘property of Mötley Crüe’ tattoo on her ass cheek?

Vanity held her hand out for quarters, “What’s the magic word?” I snorted in laughter as she rolled her eyes, “Nikki, may I please have some quarters?”

“Since you said please...” I gave her a few As she put them in and then grabbed the paper that came out, “Its a butterfly.” Vanity was so unenthusiastic.

“You’d look cute with a little butterfly.” I laughed as she rolled her eyes at me.

“Can I have chicken strips now?” We both looked down at Arianna, “Of course.” Vanity said, holding out her hand for Arianna to take but she brushed her off and grabbed my hand instead.

“Thanks babe. I feel the love.” Vanity muttered as she followed behind us as we walked to the counter.

“Nikki, I get a toy.” She pointed to the sign that accompanied a child’s meal. I nodded, “Yeah of course you’ll get it angel.”

Vanity ordered for Arianna and herself before turning towards me, “He’s paying.” She patted my shoulder before taking the soda cups for Arianna and her and went to fill it up.

I found them sitting at a booth as I slid in and sat across from them. Arianna was staring at me as she sipped through her straw, “Did you get my toy.”

I chuckled, “Yes Princess, I made sure you got it.”

“But I want it now.” She demanded as I was taken back. Vanity looked at me with an amused smile on her face.

“You’ll get it soon-“ I showed her the receipt, “See that number? We are only a few people away from being called out. You wanna listen to the number for me?”

“No I want my toy.” She pouted as she tried staring me down.

“Well doesn’t that suck for the both of us.” I shook my head, a quiet grunt being forced from me as Vanity kicked my shin.

“I can only count to twenty.” Arianna mumbled as she pointed at the receipt.

I sighed, “Arianna, just wait a few more minutes.”

She started to glare at me, “You’re not the boss of me.”

Oh hell no.

Vanity quickly covered Arianna’s mouth with her hand, “You do not talk to him like that. Behave Arianna, or you won’t get the toy at all.”

Arianna then started pouting even more, “But I want it now…”

Vanity shrugged, “I don’t care if you want it now, you’re going to be patient and wait.”

Vanity gave me a weak smile, “Sorry, she’s a bit of a brat sometimes.” she explained as she combed her fingers through Arianna’s hair.

I smirked, “Just like mommy.”

“And you gotta keep her happy or she will freak out like mommy.” Vanity laughed as Arianna pushed her hand away from her head.

“Quit pouting.” I’m guessing that was Vanity’s mom voice as she lowered her mouth down to Arianna’s ear and she nodded, “Sorry…”

After lunch, we arrived back at Vanity’s place. I made a funny face towards arianna as I helped her out of her car seat again. She laughed and crawled out as she started running towards the steps.

“Now she’s gonna be crazy all afternoon until she crashes.” Vanity chuckled as I reached for the sunflowers and handed it to her. She deeply exhaled before smiling, “Thank you Nikki, they’re pretty.”

“Anything for you princess.” I followed behind the girls as we walked inside.

“Oh miss Blackwood! You have a delivery!” The woman at the front desk spoke as he grabbed a huge white vase that was filled with at least two dozen red roses.

“A very handsome man dropped these off for you.” She explained as Vanity smiled widely

“Wow! These are absolutely gorgeous!” Vanity cheered as she put the flowers I got her off to the side and touched the petals of the elegant roses. I watched as she plucked a card from the top of them, reading it as her smile grew.

“A secret admirer?” The concierge questioned

Vanity shook her head, “No, my boyfriend sent them to make up for our fight the other night. Nikki could you carry these for me?” She asked, giving me a sweet smile.

Through gritted teeth, “Of course.” I picked them up, every fiber in my being to not lash out verbally. If Arianna wasn’t standing next to me I probably would have said something along lines of your arms ain’t fuckin broken.

I followed behind Vanity, the roses completely blocking my view as I stepped into the elevator with her and Ari.

“Those are so beautiful.” Vanity swooned over them, “They look so fresh.” She smiles as I forced one.

“Yeah, the dude has great taste.” My voice was monotone as I downplayed my eye roll. He had a shit taste in flowers, wonderful taste in women.

We stepped out of the elevator as I followed Vanity to her front door, she unlocked it for me and I set them down on the counter, “No, no on the table.” Vanity ordered as I glared at the back of her head. I did what she said anyways.

“Can I watch cartoons?” Arianna asked Van as she nodded and turned the TV on for her. I watched as Arianna climbed onto the couch and wrapped herself up in a blanket.

“Well thanks for lunch.” Vanity said as she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her hoodie, leaving her in a tiny little tank top. I guess it’s a bit nipply in here, I mean nippy.

I averted my eyes to the photo frames on the wall, “Yeah, uh anytime.” I cleared my throat and pointed at the sunflowers, “I think those need water.”

I sat down at the table as she grabbed a vase and filled it up with water before coming back over to the table and standing in front of me.

“Since it’s summer time and you’re gonna be here for a while or whatever, we should teach Arianna how to swim. She was terrified of the pool last year, wanted nothing to do with it.” Vanity suggested as I nodded.

“Yeah, got you over your fear of water So I’m sure I could do the same with Ari.” I assured as she smiled, “Okay, good.”

I tapped my fingertips against the table as I watched her straighten up a bit before she went over to her answering machine.

One new message:

“Good afternoon Vanity, it is Dr. Watson, haven’t heard from you in a while so I wanted to make sure you were doing okay. I have a few openings this week if you would like to come in for a session. Give the office a call if you would like to schedule an appointment. Hope you have a wonderful day.”

“Therapist?” I muttered under my breath as she looked over at me and nodded.

Message deleted.

One new message:

“Hey baby, it’s Jason-“

I exhaled deeply as I glared at the roses in front of me.

“-I am very sorry for my behavior the other night. In no way did I mean to upset you or cause harm. I dropped off some roses for you a little while ago , I really hope you like them. I miss you and I can’t stop thinking about you. Just give me a call whenever you get this, alright? Bye babe.”

Message deleted.

“A real charmer.” I laughed as Vanity sighed and came over and sat across from me at the table.

“He’s a nice guy Nikki.”

I rolled my eyes at her statement, “The dude called you a whore Vanity. Plus he’s constantly giving you crap to shove up your nose, he isn’t nice.”

Vanity shook her head, “You’ve done those things too…” She mumbled as I shook my head before running my hand over my face.

“I’m nothing like Jason, and you know that Vanity.” Her eyes flickered to me as I saw the wheels turning in her head, but nothing malicious fell from those pretty pink lips of hers. I sighed as I relaxed in the chair, “How’d you meet him?”

She shrugged, “Met him at a club one night then met him again when I started working at the strip joint a little while after that.”

I furrowed my eyebrows together as I looked down at my rings and messed with them, “Have you always done drugs with him?”

She sighed, “Nikki-“

I cut her off, “I just want to know.” My voice was almost a whisper as she nodded.

“Yeah, always. Constantly. I don’t think I’ve ever been sober while being with him-“ She looked at me, bottom lip between her teeth, “When I first met him, he stuck a needle full of blow into my arm. He didn’t force me to do it, I wanted too.”

I felt my stomach twist into knots. I felt like I was going to throw up knowing she had picked up a needle, yeah it wasn’t Persian, but still. It fucking hurt.

I scooted the chair back loudly against the hardwood floor as I got up and quickly wrapped my hand around her elbow, extending her arm out to me, “So this explains the bruises and the little prick marks.” I snarled through gritted teeth as I towered over her. She tried taking her arm away from my grip but I held on.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, V?” I whispered angrily at her as she shook her head, “You have such a perfect fuckin body and you’re gonna ruin it by doing this to yourself.”

“…it’s not-“ I raised an eyebrow, “It’s what? Not all the time?” I smirked in her face as I slowly let go of her arm, “Are you really going to tell me, a junkie that?”

She shook her head and looked over at Arianna who was engrossed in whatever she was watching, “I have it under control, Nikki. I am fine.”

I would have been stupid to believe her, “You get check up calls from your therapist and you truly want me to believe you are fine? Vanity, I don’t give a shit that you don’t wanna hear it but I still care about you so god damn much.” I confided as she nodded.

“I’m fine Nikki. Really. I’m good.”

You’re definitely not all good doll.

*a few days later, Vanity’s POV*

“Yep, I’m all good. Haven’t had too much happen to me. Still using but I have it controlled. I’m good, I’m happy.”

I was currently sitting across from Dr. Watson as I decided to take her up on the offer of having a quick therapy session.

“Happy?” Dr Watson asked, “What has changed since a month ago? Because a month ago you were sitting across from me crying and hyperventilating and having a bloody nose from your drug use.”

I looked at her, “Well, I’m okay. I don’t know if I’m happy but I feel happy.”

“When was the last time you used? Did you go to any drug counseling classes like I had suggested?”

I shook my head, “No I haven’t, and last night at work, or this morning or whatever.”

I leaned forward and grabbed a handful of pretzels that were sitting in a crystal bowl on the table, “So, I have really big news. I don’t know if it’s good or bad.”

Dr Watson gave me a look, silently saying to continue as I sighed, “So, Nikki is in the city. And I ran into him and we already met up and I told him about Arianna and he met her, but we haven’t told her that he’s her dad so we introduced him as uncle Tommy’s brother and all three of us hung out the other day and we had lunch together and went to this little arcade and it was actually a lot of fun.”

Dr Watson raised her eyebrows in surprise, “This…this is wonderful! Vanity! This is such great progress!” She scribbled down notes on her notepad as she smiled at me.

“Is it? Because I don’t know how I feel about it.” I mumbled as I cracked my knuckles, “He keeps trying to talk about what happened and I don’t want too.”

“Well why not?”

I shrugged, “I’m not ready to talk about it. And I don’t know if I could talk about it without screaming and throwing a fit…he almost told me he still loves me when we went to get coffee, but I stopped him from saying it.”

She went to talk but I cut her off, “because I don’t understand how he still could love me after doing that, ya know? Like how could you say you love someone after dragging them through the dirt like that? I think he’s just lonely because he’s divorcing Brandi.”

“He’s divorcing her?” I nodded, “Yeah, she lied to him about wanting to get pregnant and was still taking her birth control. It’s totally dramatic, almost like a bad soap opera.”

She hummed, “Well, hows he doing with Arianna?” I smiled, “Way better then I expected, she really likes him I think. She keeps asking when we can hang out with him again. Between you and me, I think she already knows he’s her father. The bond was instantly there the moment they met. But I’m not sure how to approach her with it. Do I just tell her Nikki’s her dad?”

“Kids are very smart, even from a young age. I would suggest a few more dates with-“

“They aren’t dates.”

Dr Watson chuckled a bit, “Okay, well whatever you want to call them. I suggest a bit more of them before you tell her. I wouldn’t get all technical with it either. Just get straight to the point.”

“Do you still love him?” I glanced over at her and stared for a solid minute.

“I-I don’t know. It’s nice to be around him again, but I, I just don’t know.” I confessed as she nodded.

“Well, how about you come back next week?” She reaches across and held out a white card for me to take.

I nodded, “Of course. Thank you Dr. Watson.” I gave her a kind smile before I left her office and walked to my car.

I sat in the drivers seat for a moment, keys in hand as I stared out the window. Did I still love Nikki? That’s a pretty loaded question to be asking me. Sure, it’s nice to see and laugh with him and see him and Arianna bonding, but I wouldn’t jump the gun and just spew out I love yous to him.

The heartache and turmoil was still there every time he pops up and is smiling in my face. Every time those sweet little remarks have fallen off his lips the last few encounters, it was like a knife being driven through my body in one swift motion.

Nikki Sixx had given me three things in my life: wonderful, irreplaceable memories. Our daughter who is just the gift that keeps on giving and a lifetime of brutal, heart wrenching, excruciating pain.

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Better Watch Out

Motley Crue and Guns N Roses have a Secret Santa gift exchange. What could go wrong?

Pairings: Nikki/Tommy, Slash/Axl, Duff/Izzy

This beast is over 10,000 words long, just fyi -_-;

(Also on AO3)

~~~~~~~

“WHY are there so many people in our tiny ass apartment?” Nikki groaned, running a hand through his hair.

Axl scoffed, “You guys hold ragers in your ‘tiny ass apartment’ practically every night.”

“Yeah, but I’m usually wasted when that happens. Right now I’m sober.”

“That’s your own fault,” Duff smirked, taking a long sip from his water bottle that everyone was suddenly positive was not filled with water.

Nikki sighed as Tommy skipped over and patted him on the shoulder. Their dilapidated living room was packed full with the members of Motley Crue and Guns N’ Roses. It was late morning, which in Nikki’s opinion was way too early to be dealing with this many rockers in his apartment. Mick and Slash were sitting on the couch, the former looking annoyed and the latter looking calm and content (or in other words, high). Vince sat next to them on the back of the couch, glaring childishly at Axl who was sprawled across the armchair and looking far too at home in the blonde’s opinion. Izzy leaned against the back of the armchair, smirking in the direction of where Duff was standing, the bassist now casually holding his water bottle above his head while Steven tried in vain to snag it. Finally, still standing at the start of the hallway, Tommy threw an arm around Nikki’s shoulder to keep the dark haired man from returning to bed.

“Come on, Nikki, don’t be grumpy!”

“Have you met Nikki?”

“This is gonna be fun!” Tommy grinned, ignoring Slash’s comment, even as Nikki flipped the guitarist off. “Steven had the best idea, so I invited them all over!”

“Ah fuck, the drummers are responsible for this?” Mick leaned his head back dramatically to stare at the ceiling, “This is going to be more annoying than I thought.”

Steven laughed, moving to stand by Tommy and Nikki, “If by ‘annoying’, you mean FUN!”

“I do not.”

“Anyway,” Steven clapped his hands, “We’re gonna do a Secret Santa!”

There was a long pause as all eyes stared at the blonde drummer and processed his words.

Then they all started talking at once.

“What?” Nikki exclaimed.

“Oh Hell no,” Mick muttered.

“Oh Hell YES!” Slash countered.

“Presents? Presents!” Vince’s eyes lit up, “Gimme pretty things! Whoever gets me I have a list for you!”

“This is going to blow up spectacularly, and honestly I’m down for it,” Duff shrugged.

Izzy sighed and leaned his head on his hand, “See I’m torn. I want to watch the chaos, but I don’t want to be involved in the chaos. Dilemmas, dilemmas.”

Axl leaned back, letting his head hang over the arm of his seat. Narrowing his eyes, he pointed at Steven, “I will agree on ONE CONDITION.”

The attention of the room shifted to the red-head. Steven cocked his head curiously, “What?”

“We do this game on hard-mode.”

“I’m going to regret asking,” Mick sighed, “but what’s hard-mode?”

Crossing his arms, Axl answered firmly, “No giving drugs or alcohol as a gift.”

Immediately, there was a riot.

“Oh COME ON!”

“But I WANT drugs and alcohol!”

“These fuckers’ entire personality is based around drugs and alcohol, what the fuck else am I supposed to get them?”

“If I don’t get Vodka, Christmas is cancelled.”

“You can’t just-”

“Izzy, take Christmas away from Axl!”

“It’s cute you think I have any power over him.”

“Hey! HEY!” Tommy shouted, finally getting everyone’s attention and putting a stop to the bickering. “Look, I love drugs as much as the rest of you, but I have to admit, I think it’s a good idea,” he rolled his eyes when several people groaned in response, “It makes it more of a challenge!”

It took a bit of convincing, but eventually the group reluctantly conceded, Axl smirking victoriously. With the rockers appeased, Steven pulled a top hat out of seemingly nowhere.

Slash sat up straight and glared, “Hey! I’ve been looking for that!”

Ignoring him, Steven tossed about the small pieces of paper inside the hat, “Okay, we’ve got everyone’s names written down, so take one and pass it. And no peeking!” As the names got passed around, Steven continued, “So, I don’t think we need a price limit, cause we’re all pretty broke.”

“We know, but hey!” Vince muttered as he took the hat.

“How about we meet up for the exchange one week from today?”

“At your place, next time,” Nikki huffed.

Axl shrugged, “Whatever, fair enough.”

“Cool,” Nikki nodded, “Now get the fuck out of our apartment.”

~~~~~~~

Izzy would be the first to admit that he hadn’t been on board with the whole Secret Santa thing at first. He didn’t dislike Christmas or anything, but he wasn’t a hugely festive person either. So the idea of partaking in a theoretically light-hearted game with a group of hardrockers didn’t exactly appeal to him.

That is, until Duff came home the next day with an armful of Christmas lights.

“Woah,” Slash chuckled as the bassist walked past with strings of lights trailing behind him, “what, did you rob Whoville or something?”

Grinning, Duff opened his arms to let the mass of lights fall onto the ground in the middle of the living room, “I will neither confirm nor deny where I got these.”

“Fuck yeah, I didn’t think we were gonna decorate the place!” Steven smiled excitedly.

Shrugging, Duff looked away, a touch of embarrassment on his face, only noticeable if you were looking (and Izzy was always looking), “I dunno, I wasn’t planning to at first. I never really got into the holidays, even when I was younger. But since we’re doing the Secret Santa thing with the Crue, I figured, why not?”

He smiled so shyly, and Izzy’s heart fluttered.

That was when he realized that he’d been handed the perfect opportunity. Izzy had been crushing on the tall blonde for awhile now, much to Axl’s amusement and Izzy’s torment. But he’d be the first to admit that he wasn’t the best at expressing his feelings, and everytime he had Duff’s full attention he forgot every word he had ever practiced in front of the mirror and ended up chickening out and running away to get high (he’d also tried getting high first, but the results were the same).

So maybe, giving Duff a gift was the perfect way to try to confess his feelings; a way to help take some of the pressure off his words.

And watching Steven and Slash wrap the lights around Duff, seeing him twirl and laugh when they plugged them in, looking at the way the lights reflected in his eyes and illuminated his smile, Izzy knew he was going to need all the help he could get.

~~~~~

If Nikki was going to participate in this Secret Santa bullshit (and not even get any coke out of it) then he was going to fucking give a gift to Tommy and no one else. He had already been trying to psych himself up to do some sort of romantic holiday shit, but the game with the two bands provided a perfect opportunity. The only thing standing in his way was the name scrawled on the scrap of paper in his hand.

Izzy

Leaning heavily on the kitchen table, Nikki steeled himself for the trip he was about to make. It wasn’t like he could judge Guns N’ Roses for their living situation, given the squalor Motley Crue currently called a home, but it always felt weird seeing them by himself. He didn’t like being outnumbered.

But from what he could tell, neither Vince nor Mick had Tommy’s name (if they did, they’d be teasing him incessantly)(he still didn’t understand how his feelings managed to be so blatant to Vince and Mick while still going right over Tommy’s head). So that meant someone in the other band had his drummer’s name, and he was going to get it if it was the last thing he did.

~~~~~

It was weird for anyone to knock on their door when the sun was still out, Slash thought as he cautiously made his way to the entrance. Cracking the door open, wondering if any of the idiots he lived with had done anything worth a house visit from the cops lately, he was instead met with the wild black hair and smudged eyeliner of none other than the very person he was tasked with finding a gift for.

“Oh,” the guitarist blinked in surprise, opening the door wider, “What’s up Sixx? Wasn’t expecting you.”

“No one ever expects me. My presence is either surprising or disappointing, but never anticipated.”

Rolling his eyes, Slash moved aside to let the other man inside, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you drama queen.”

“I don’t think you can call me a drama queen in good faith when you live with fucking Axl.”

“You got me there,” he chuckled, “But seriously, what brings you to our humble Hell House?”

Sighing heavily, Nikki cut straight to the chase, “Did you get Tommy’s name for the Secret Santa?”

Slash raised an eyebrow, “I thought this thing was supposed to be, you know… secret?”

“Oh fuck off,” Nikki huffed, “No one in Crue has it, which means someone here does, and I fucking want it.”

“Why?”

“…Cause.”

“Ooooooh,” a slow grin spread on the guitarist’s face, “I get it.”

“Don’t-”

“You’ve got a cru~ush~” he sang teasingly.

“Shut up!” Nikki shoved him lightly, his cheeks reddening as he scowled.

Slash laughed, “Okay, okay, jeez! To be honest I assumed you guys were already a thing. Like, sometimes I can’t tell where one of you ends and the other begins. It’s super gross.” He gave an exaggerated shudder.

“Oh please, you and Axl are always fucking hanging off each other.”

Sputtering, Slash gaped, “We do not!”

Blinking, Nikki raised his eyebrows in surprise, “Holy shit. Don’t tell me you two aren’t actually a couple.”

“Keep your voice down, he’s in the other room!”

“Holy shit! And you were fucking with me about Tommy!”

“Shhhhhh!” Slash covered the bassist mouth with his hands, “Okay, alright, we’re both lovesick idiots. I’ll tell you who has Tommy’s name and then we can both never speak of this again, deal?”

Smirking, Nikki pushed his hands away, “Deal.”

Nodding, Slash crossed his arms, “I heard Axl complaining about having to shop for ‘fucking sunshine drummers’.”

“Let’s be real, that could mean Tommy or Steven,” Nikki pointed out.

Slash shrugged, “If it had been Steven he wouldn’t have kept his voice down.”

“You know what? That’s fair.” Nodding decisively, he turned to walk into the next room, “Thanks man.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

Turning the corner, Nikki found himself in a small, dingy kitchen, empty save for the red-headed singer sitting on the counter. He was kicking his legs back and forth, a mug in one hand and a book in his lap. He looked so peaceful and innocent, but Nikki knew better than to let his guard down around the little terror.

Point made when the singer’s head snapped up as he entered, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Good to see you too, Rose.”

Axl’s only response was to quirk an eyebrow, so Nikki sighed, “Look, I need a favor.”

That made Axl’s eyes light up in interest, “Oh?”

Yeah, Nikki was gonna be fucked. Asking Axl for a favor was like making a deal with the devil. But, well, desperate fucking times and all. “Yeah,” he glanced away, “I heard you got Tommy’s name for the Secret Santa. Is that true?”

“Maybe,” Axl drawled, placing his mug and book to the side so he could lean forward and give Nikki his full attention, “What of it?”

“I want to trade.”

“Hm,” the singer considered for a minute. Finally he jerked his head at the bassist, “Whose name did you get?”

“Izzy,” he replied, “He’s like, your best friend, right? So it’s perfect.”

Axl snorted, “I don’t like him that much.” He tilted his head side to side as he thought. Nikki held his breath, hoping to God that this could just be simple. But when Axl grinned slowly at him, he knew that he’d have no such luck.

“I’ll tell you what,” he offered, “I’ll give you Tommy, if you get me Slash.”

For a long minute, Nikki could only blink. Finally, he deadpanned, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” If he wasn’t certain that one or both of them would murder him on the spot, he’d just drag Slash in here right now and tell them to bang or whatever. But he was, in fact, certain that one or both of them would murder him on the spot. So.

“That’s my offer, take it or leave it,” Axl shrugged.

Goddamn pining idiots. “Ugh, fine!” Nikki threw his arms up in exasperation. He was pretty sure he knew who had Slash’s name, but it was going to be annoying as fuck.

Axl snickered as he stomped out of the house, shoving past Steven without a word. “What was that about?” The drummer questioned.

“Oh, you know,” Axl grinned, “just the holidays, bringing people together.”

~~~~~~

Izzy sighed from his spot outside the liquor store, pulling his jacket tighter around his body as he took a long drag from his cigarette. The slip of paper with Mick written on it weighed heavy in his pocket. He’d been eavesdropping on his bandmates, and as far as he could tell none of them had Duff’s name. The idea of trekking over to Motley Crue and asking one of them to trade made him wince.

Speak of the devil though. As he ground his cigarette under his heel, he saw a tall, curly haired drummer make his way over.

“Oh! Hey Izzy!” Tommy grinned, “Fancy meeting you here!”

“Yeah,” Izzy shrugged, “Just grabbing a couple things. Too lazy to go all the way to the market.”

“I know that feeling,” Tommy laughed.

Eyeing him carefully, Izzy tried to keep his voice casual as he asked impulsively, “So, how’s the Secret Santa shopping going?”

To his surprise, Tommy’s face fell a little, “Oh, it’s fine. I don’t really know what to get them though,” he rubbed the back of his neck and mumbled to himself, “I was kind of hoping to get a different bassist…”

No fucking way.

Izzy gaped for a moment. What were the odds? He never got this lucky! “You got Duff?” He blurted out.

“Ah, fuck, it’s supposed to be a secret,” Tommy floundered.

“No, no, it’s cool!” Izzy was quick to calm him, “You want Nikki’s name, right?”

“Yeah,” the drummer admitted. Then he lit up, “Do you have his name?”

“Well, no…” Izzy confessed, “But, I was hoping to get Duff. So maybe we could…?” He trailed off, looking at the taller man expectantly.

Looking at the drummer though you’d think Izzy just kicked his puppy, “I really want Nikki though. He like, never celebrated Christmas, and sometimes the holidays make him sad, and I don’t want him to be sad, so I just want to get him something special, y’know?”

Yes. Izzy did know, because he was in a very similar situation. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose, “Right. Okay. If I can get Nikki’s name though, you’ll trade with me?”

Perking back up, Tommy nodded enthusiastically, “Absolutely, dude!”

Nodding firmly in response, Izzy agreed, “Alright. It’s a deal.”

~~~~~~~~

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No!”

“Pleeeeeeease?”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Mick slammed his magazine down, glaring at the bassist across from him, “Why the fuck do you want to trade so bad?”

“Because,” Nikki whined, “Why do you even care? You’re probably just going to get something generic no matter whose name you get.”

“It’s the principle of the matter,” Mick insisted.

“Come on, do you really want to deal with me annoying you over something that you couldn’t care less about? For that matter, do you really want me to bug you with all the bullshit details of why I need Slash’s name?”

“Fuck,” the guitarist muttered, even as he moved to rummage through his pockets, “I’ve been spending too much time around you crazy fuckers, ‘cause you’re starting to make sense.” He slapped the paper down, snatching the one Nikki offered in exchange, “You still owe me though.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll find some way to make it up to you,” Nikki grinned, jumping from his seat and running for the door, “Thanks, man!”

“Fuck you.”

~~~~~~~~

The club was packed, bodies pressing together and jumping to the beat of the loud, angry music. Slash sat at the bar with Duff and Axl, Steven and Izzy running late. Guns N Roses didn’t see Motley Crue perform too often, but apparently Nikki needed to meet up with Axl because of their Secret Santa bullshit, and the others tagged along out of habit. Slash figured it might give him some inspiration for what to get the bassist, anyway. The petty part of him wanted to tell him that directing him to Tommy’s name was his gift, but that felt cheap even for him.

But what the fuck did Nikki Sixx want, other than drugs and to fuck his drummer?

The crowd cheered loudly as the four rockers finished their set, making their way off stage as the next band began to set up. Axl chugged the rest of his drink, nodding at the others as he made his way towards the stage, presumably to meet up with Nikki. He and Duff chatted for a bit until the bassist was distracted by the bartender blatantly flirting. Slash rolled his eyes. He knew without a doubt that the tall blonde only had eyes for one person, but he was also the king of playing it up to get free drinks and, well, no one could fault him for that.

“Hey Slash!”

Turning at the sound of his name, he grinned as Tommy and Vince stumbled over to him, “Hey guys! Great show!”

“Thanks!”

“Hang on, I think I see a challenge,” Vince grinned deviously, abandoning Tommy and Slash in favor of competing with Duff for the bartender’s attention.

Slash snorted, shaking his head in amusement, “That’s not going to end well.”

Tommy laughed, swaying from alcohol or coke or both as he leaned against the bar and pushed sweaty curls out of his face, “Vince will be fine. If this doesn’t work out he’ll find another chick and be right as rain,” he waved his hand dismissively.

“Yeah, and I don’t think Duff will be heartbroken either.”

Sighing heavily, Tommy nodded, “Yeah, Duff’s a cool guy.” Biting his lip, he glanced away almost guiltily, “I feel bad for trying to trade his name away for the Santa thing…”

Slash blinked in surprise, “You got Duff?”

“Oh, Goddamn it!” Tommy exclaimed, “I am so bad at this fucking secret thing…”

Laughing, Slash patted his shoulder consolingly, “Hey man, it’s no biggie. Whose name are you trying to get, anyway?” He had a feeling he already knew.

Sure enough, Tommy sighed dreamily, “Nikki. He’s so great, y’know? And I just want to give him something special and nice so he knows I…. y’know,” he waved his hand vaguely.

Snorting, Slash reached into his pocket, “Oh, I know,” holding a hand out, Slash took pity on the kid. What could he say? The Terror Twins were fucking adorable. No matter how much he teased Nikki, he honestly didn’t mind helping them along.

Tommy blinked in confusion as he took Slash’s offering. When he saw what it was, his whole face lit up, smiling so wide it was practically blinding, “Dude! Seriously?!”

“Yup,” He motioned with his hand, and Tommy scrambled to give him his own paper, “Tidings of joy or whatever bullshit. Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“Seriously, dude, you’re the best!” Tommy wrapped the guitarist in a bone crushing hug, nearly knocking the wind out of him.

“Yeah, it’s cool, really, please, I can’t breath.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Izzy and Steven made it to the club during Motley Crue’s last song. Izzy had stopped by the house to change after working, finding Steven asleep on the couch. After shaking him awake (the drummer had completely forgotten about the group’s evening plans) they both made their way to the venue.

Despite snooping around, Izzy could not figure out who had Nikki’s name. He was starting to think someone from Crue must have it, or worse, Duff, which would make for an awkward affair if the blonde wanted to know why he wanted to trade. So he made up his mind to just grovel to the best of his ability and get Tommy to trade with him anyway.

The crowds, mixed with the loud music and the flashing lights made it hard to find anyone. Izzy and Steven eventually got separated, and he ran into Vince, who was too busy cozying up to a busty brunette to pay him much mind. For the first hour or so, he drifted around the floor, listening to the current band, occasionally snagging freebies from the rare fans who recognized him. Tired, and assuming that the Crue had already made their way back to their apartment for an afterparty, he made his way to the bar. As soon as he arrived, he flagged down the bartender and took two shots in quick succession, impatient to get a pleasant buzz going.

Looking across the bar, he finally found familiar faces. Duff was obviously well on his way to wasted, laughing at something with Axl, Slash, and Steven. Quickly slipping over to them, his bandmates greeted him enthusiastically.

“Izzy! We were wondering where you disappeared to!” Steven exclaimed.

“We missed you, buddy!” Duff grinned and slung an arm around Izzy’s waist and okay, screw Tommy, he wasn’t moving from this spot for the rest of the night. He pointedly ignored Axl’s knowing look and the conversation picked back up, the five friends laughing cheerfully and Duff’s hand warm on his hip.

He’d deal with the Secret Santa thing tomorrow.

~~~~~~~~~~

This was not supposed to be this hard.

Nikki had been wracking his brains on what to get Tommy. It needed to be something heartfelt, something Tommy would understand was supposed to be special, but still simple enough that he could give it to the drummer in front of the two bands. Ultimately, he decided that something homemade would be perfect- Tommy would lose his shit over Nikki putting actual time and effort into his gift.

That was how Nikki found himself in Motley Crue’s kitchen at 10am trying- and seriously, emphasis on trying- to bake cookies.

He had a limited window where he had the apartment to himself, and immediately took advantage of it. Baking supplies had been hidden in his room for the last day to keep the others from giving him shit or finding out his plan. The bag of chocolate chips had a recipe on the back, and Nikki could fucking read, so he figured it’d be easy.

The problem started when he realized that while he had purchased ingredients, he had forgotten to consider that their apartment was almost completely devoid of actual baking equipment. The biggest ‘bowl’ they had was an old metal pot, and he was forced to stir with a soup spoon.

Measuring was also tricky, since he hadn’t even thought about picking up measuring cups or anything. But hey, how hard could it be to eyeball it? They had cups, he could fill it halfway just fine.

Judging by the smoke coming out of the oven, it was not fine at all.

Sighing in frustration, Nikki scraped the paper thin and charred pastries into the sink. He had his fingers crossed for the next batch, saying a quick prayer to whoever was listening as he scooped them sloppily and slid them into the oven, not bothering to wait for the single sheet pan they owned to cool down.

He was standing impatiently in the middle of the kitchen when someone pounded on the door. Furrowing his brows, he didn’t know who to expect. People usually only knocked if they were there about a noise complaint, but the apartment was currently silent.

Opening the door, he was faced with a tired and hungover looking Izzy Stradlin.

The bassist had barely opened his mouth before Izzy was cutting him off, “I just need to talk to Tommy real quick.”

Raising an eyebrow, Nikki crossed his arms, “Why?”

“Because,” he ran a hand over his face, “Look, can I just-” he stopped suddenly, finally taking in the man in front of him, “Why the fuck are you covered in cocaine?”

Blinking in confusion, Nikki looked down at himself before sighing at the sight of his flour covered shirt, “It’s not cocaine. You know I’d never waste coke like this,” he gestured at himself.

“Then what-” Izzy paused again, this time his eyes widening as he glanced over Nikki’s shoulder, “-the FUCK is going on in your kitchen?!”

Spinning around, Nikki cursed loudly at the sight of black smoke wafting from the other room. Sprinting to the oven, he threw the door open, coughing when a wave of smoke billowed out. He snatched a dish towel and recklessly grabbed the tray of cookies, throwing the whole thing into the sink. Izzy, who had run up behind him, quickly reached over and flipped the faucet on, steam mixing with the smoke until the entire kitchen was in a haze.

Both rockers coughed and sputtered, waving their hands around their faces. “What the actual fuck, dude!” Izzy cried incredulously, “Were you cooking meth or something?”

Groaning, Nikki dropped his head onto the counter roughly, letting his hair hide the tears of frustration that threatened to well over, “I fucking wish.”

Glancing around the disaster zone of the kitchen, Izzy slowly pieced together what had happened, “Were you… baking?”

“Well I was trying!” Nikki shouted, tugging at his hair and still face down on the counter, “But I’m such a fuckup I can’t even do something as simple as make a fucking batch of fucking cookies without it literally going up in fucking flames!”

Okay, so Izzy definitely had not anticipated this when he came over. Hesitantly, he reached out to pat Nikki awkwardly on the back, “Um. There, there?” He glanced around helplessly, “Where the fuck is the rest of your band, maybe one of them could help with…”

“They’re not here right now,” Nikki finally straightened up, looking utterly miserable, “Vince is shacking up with whatever girl of the week he’s got, Mick is dealing with his ex, and Tommy’s at work.”

Izzy took a deep breath through his nose, trying to resist tearing his hair out, “Right. Okay, I’ll… make you a deal,” he grit out. How many fucking deals was he going to have to make this week?

“What?” Nikki mumbled.

“I’ll help you salvage your baking project if you tell me where Tommy works so I can fucking talk to him.”

“Really?” the bassist looked at him wide eyed and hopeful, “You’ll help? And not fucking tell anyone?” he tacked on with a glare.

“Yes, yes, whatever, let’s just do this so I can get out of here,” he looked around, “Where are your measuring cups?”

“Um…”

Izzy pinched the bridge of his nose. Lord have mercy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steven hummed to himself from his spot laying on the couch in their living room. In his pocket was a scrap of paper with Axl scrawled on it. The drummer wanted so badly to get him something good- the singer was his best friend! Well, okay so maybe he considered all the members of Guns N’ Roses his best friend. And okay, maybe there was room for him and Axl to be better friends, but that was why this Secret Santa gift was important! It was a chance for Steven to build their relationship a little more. The problem was, he had no idea what Axl would want. He’d been wracking his brain all morning, but nothing felt right.

At that moment, laughter rang out from the kitchen, light and carefree, “Hey! Get your own!” Steven could hear the smile in Axl’s voice.

Hopping to his feet, he peeked around the corner into the kitchen. Axl was indeed smiling, no matter how hard he tried to look annoyed. Slash was grinning widely as he held a mug of coffee just out of the red-head’s reach, “Sharing is caring, Sweetheart!”

Axl was pressed against the guitarist’s back, his chin resting on Slash’s shoulder as he stretched his arms out to try to reach the mug Slash held in front of him. When Slash finally broke away, rushing to take two large gulps of the coffee, Axl gasped in exaggerated offense, “You asshole! It’s not sharing if you don’t leave any for me!”

Slash laughed, “I’ll give you more of the next mug.”

“Oh no, you wanted my cup? Fine,” the singer rushed to the coffee maker, grabbing the entire pot and holding it to his chest, “But THIS is mine!”

“What! No way! I can’t survive on one cup of coffee!”

“Serves you right!” Axl ran out of the kitchen, shouting between childlike laughs as Slash chased after him, complaining loudly even as his face showed nothing but joy. Listening to the two musicians as their voices rang through the house, Steven was struck by inspiration, a grin spreading slowly across his face.

He knew what to get Axl for Christmas.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Tommy sighed as another stack of plates was placed next to him, grabbing the first one to start scraping off excess food. God, he couldn’t wait until Motley Crue started making enough that they could all quit their shitty jobs. Washing dishes all day wasn’t that bad, but it wasn’t how he wanted to spend his day, either. He tossed his head back, trying to get a strand of hair that had come loose from his ponytail out of his face, when he heard some sort of commotion out in the restaurant.

He didn’t think much of it at first, shitty customers weren’t that uncommon. But then the voices started getting closer.

“Sir, you cannot go back there-”

“I’ll just be a minute.”

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave-”

“Yeah, yeah, in a minute.”

The voices were right outside the door, and just as Tommy turned, Izzy Stradlin burst in, followed closely by one of the managers. The guitarist looked frazzled, his hair a wild mess, dark circles under his eyes, and what looked like some sort of batter smeared on his shirt.

“Tommy! Fucking finally,” Izzy muttered, steadfastly ignoring the manager that was still trying to talk to him.

“Izzy? What the Hell are you-”

“Look, I have no idea who has Nikki’s name. Can you please just switch with me? I’ll owe you one or whatever, just do this one favor for me.”

Blinking slowly, it took Tommy a moment to figure out what Izzy was talking about. When he finally caught up, he winced, “Oooooh fuck.” Izzy stared at him, the manager still standing to the side just watching. “Um,” Tommy shuffled awkwardly, “I actually….”

“What?”

Gulping nervously, Tommy finally spit it out, “I don’t have Duff’s name anymore.“

Silence stretched for a long minute, Izzy staring blankly while Tommy’s manager looked back and forth between them in confusion. Finally, Izzy slowly stalked forward and Tommy was pretty sure he was about to get murdered.

Izzy stopped just inches away from him, “Who does?”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Slash, I need you to make out with Axl.”

Sputtering, Slash practically spit out his water in surprise and dismay, “What? Why??”

Taking a deep breath, Steven explained, “Okay, so I got Axl for the Secret Santa, right?” Slash opened his mouth, but Steven barreled on before he could speak, “And I want to get him something good, cause I love the dude. And I couldn’t figure out what to get him, cause like, what does Axl even want? But then I realized, he wants you!” Grinning widely, Steven didn’t even register the deep shade of red blooming across Slash’s face, “I’m pretty sure he wants you more than anything. So for his gift I figured I’d get you to kiss him! So will you do it? Please?”

Swallowing thickly, Slash brought one hand up, pushing his hair to try to hide his flaming face, “I- Um- …Hang on, I need to process this.”

Thankfully, Steven was happy to stand patiently while Slash’s brain rebooted. Logically, the guitarist knew on some level that his feelings for the red-head were mutual. At least, he hoped. After all, who’s to say their flirtation wasn’t just a friendly joke to Axl? He’d always been too anxious about being rejected to make any sort of blatant move; to do anything that didn’t have some element of plausible deniability.

But… Nikki had thought that they were already a couple. And now Steven was saying Axl wanted him. And, well…

That had to mean something, right?

Inhaling deeply, Slash finally met Steven’s gaze, “Okay. So. I see what you’re saying. But our Secret Santa gifts are going to be exchanged in front of a group, and do you really think Axl would appreciate me kissing him in front of an audience?” Just saying it had Slash’s blush reigniting.

Steven’s face fell, “Oh, I hadn’t thought of that.”

“Yeah. But… why don’t we trade names? And I’ll, uh, kiss Axl after the gift exchanged,” Jesus Christ he felt like a middle schooler. Fucking Axl messing with his fucking emotions.

The drummer hummed in consideration, “… You’ll tell him I helped though? Because I still want you making out with him to be my gift to him.”

“Fucking Hell, yes I’ll let you take credit if everything works out, so just stop talking and give me his damn name!”

Laughing, Steven swapped paper with the guitarist, “My work here is done.”

~~~~~~~~~

Axl glared at nothing as he stalked down the street. He was a fucking idiot. Why had he gone to the trouble of getting Slash’s name for the Secret Santa when he didn’t even know what the fuck to get him? He knew the type of shit the guitarist liked, and so in theory getting him a gift shouldn’t be that hard. But he wanted to give the other man a gift that would say something. Something that would maybe help… push things forward.

Unless Slash didn’t actually like Axl that way. In which case Axl needed to be able to laugh and say he was overthinking it. Plausible deniability and all.

Sighing, he wandered into another shop. This one seemed mostly full of novelties and souvenirs for tourists. He drifted aimlessly, kicking himself for getting into this situation and debating about just trading Slash’s name away to someone. But just as he was turning to leave the store, eyes burning with hopelessness, something caught his eye.

Picking up the item, he considered it carefully. It wasn’t some intimate symbol or heartfelt offering, but that almost made it better. Just something simple that would make Slash laugh and maybe hint at something more. Smiling, he swallowed back the lingering nervousness long enough to place the item on the counter to buy it.

~~~~~~~~~~

Slash kneeled on the floor, rifling through the single drawer of the coffee table in the living room. He was pretty sure he’d seen a spool of thread in there at one point…

There was a bundle of fabric shoved under the guitarist’s mattress in his room which had been there for almost two months now. The pattern had jumped out at him when he had passed a small stand where an older woman had been selling various crafts and knick-knacks on the street. At the time, he’d had no idea what to do with it, even as he shoved some crumpled bills into the woman’s hands and snatched the fabric. But he knew that he would kick himself later if he didn’t get it.

Months later and sure enough, he was so glad he had. He only needed to do a little bit of simple stitching for what he had in mind, nothing he hadn’t helped his mom with a million times. Now if he could just find that thread…

Suddenly, the front door slammed open. Jumping in surprise, Slash turned to see a frazzled looking Izzy. He barely had a chance to even process what was happening before the other man was stalking towards him, his teeth clenched as he practically collapsed onto his knees next to him.

“Slash,” he ground out, “I know Tommy traded you Duff’s name and I need you to give it to me so I can buy that giraffe bastard a fucking Christmas gift, okay?”

Oh boy. “Um…” Slash would love to tease his bandmate for his crush, but the situation felt a bit… volatile. Gulping nervously as he looked into Izzy’s hard eyes, he admitted, “I actually don’t have Duff’s name. I traded it for-”

“WhAT?!”

In the blink of an eye, Izzy was standing, hands fisted in the front of Slash’s shirt. Slash squeaked in surprise as he was dragged off the floor until their faces were inches apart. “What do you mean you traded it??” Izzy shouted.

“Holy shit, man,” Slash stared wide-eyed at his band mate, stumbling to steady himself and gripping Izzy’s wrists uselessly, “I-”

“Who the FUCK did you trade it to?” Izzy actually shook him, his eyes manic as he tried to shake the information out of the other man, “Who has Duff’s name now??”

“Steven! I traded with Steven! Fuck!”

“What’s going on? I heard my name?”

The drummer didn’t know what to expect, especially after walking in on what looked like Izzy threatening Slash. But before he could process what was happening, Izzy’s eyes snapped to look at him. Steven felt like a deer in the headlights, and in mere seconds Izzy had opened his hands, letting Slash drop unceremoniously to the ground with a ‘thud’ and an ‘oof!’, before full on sprinting and tackling Steven to the floor.

Shrieking, the two musicians tumbled to the ground, Izzy grabbing Steven’s shirt as he pinned him down, “Steven I swear to fuck if you tell me you traded Duff’s name-”

“No, no, I have it! I have it!” Steven blurted out in a panic, scrambling to pull the paper from his pocket.

Snatching the name from his hand, Izzy released him, standing shakily as he looked down at paper, “Fucking finally,” he muttered to himself. He reached into his own pocket and carelessly let it drift down onto Steven’s chest before walking away, slamming the door to his bedroom behind him.

Steven and Slash stood shakily, eyeing the closed door warily.

“What… the fuck?” Steven breathed, turning wide eyes to Slash, who only threw his hands up defensively.

“Fuck dude, I have no fucking clue. This Secret Santa thing is driving everyone crazy.”

“Ah man, am I gonna be the only one with no one to make out with after this thing?” the drummer pouted, leaning down to pick up his new name assignment from where it had fallen onto the floor, “I mean, I guess I wouldn’t mind kissing Mick.”

Slash snorted, shaking his head in amusement. He froze when he noticed Steven seriously considering the paper in his hand, “Stevie, no. Do NOT kiss Mick. We all love the dude, but we wouldn’t find your body after.”

Rolling his eyes, Steven laughed, “Haha, Dude, I’m just kidding,” he glanced back down at the name, “…unless?”

“Steven NO!”

~~~~~~~

Opening the door quietly, Tommy glanced around the apartment. Seeing that the coast was clear, he quickly entered, cradling his gift carefully in his hand. The door to Nikki’s room was closed, music blasting from within, so Tommy was able to sneak past easily and slip into his own room.

He hoped that Nikki understood his gift. The bassist tried to shrug it off, scoffing whenever the subject came up, but Tommy could tell the holidays were hard for him. It hurt Tommy’s heart to see the other man struggle, and he wouldn’t even really talk about it. The most the drummer got was some drunken muttering on the nights Nikki got really fucked up, but never enough for him to really get it off his chest and feel better, so he always awoke the next morning just as melancholy and frustrated and distant.

Sighing, Tommy placed his gift gently on the table next to his bed. Maybe it was far fetched, but he loved Nikki. He just hoped his present would communicate that.

~~~~~~~

Izzy was collapsed face down on his mattress, the same spot he’d been in for the last hour. When this week had started, he had not anticipated having to go through so much trouble to get his crush’s name. But it would all be worth it when he gave him his gift and-

His eyes snapped open.

Oh fuck.

He hadn’t gotten Duff a fucking gift yet.

~~~~~~~~

Sighing in relief, Duff finally made it home after a hellish double-shift. All he wanted to do was crawl into bed and pass out. He had finished his gift for Steven a few days after they all drew names, and he felt confident the drummer would like his gift when he got it the next night. When he walked into the living room, he waved tiredly at Steven, who was smoking lazily on the couch.

“Hey man,” the drummer nodded at him.

“Hey,” Duff sat next to him, leaning his head back, “Any crazy plans for tonight?”

Steven shrugged, “Nah, I need to figure out what to do for the Secret Santa thing.”

Duff snorted, “You’ve had a week and you’re doing this the night before?”

“It’s not my fault!” Steven whined, “I had to switch names last second.” He crossed his arms with a huff, and before Duff could question what he was talking about, the drummer muttered, “Izzy must’ve gotten you something really good, he wanted your name really bad.”

There was a long stretch of silence.

When Steven finally looked up, he immediately straightened in his seat, eyes widening at the sight of Duff’s pale face, “Dude? What’s wrong, are you ok-”

“Izzy got me for the exchange?” the bassist asked weakly.

“Well, I mean, he does now? He pretty much forced me to give it to him and-”

Duff stood abruptly, Steven following after him with his hands out because honestly Duff looked a little like he was going to pass out, “Oh my God. Oh my God, Izzy is going to give me something. I don’t have anything for him!”

“That’s okay, it’s okay!” Steven desperately tried to soothe him, “You’re only supposed to give a gift to your assigned person, so-”

“No!” Duff’s fingers curled into his own hair, eyes wide and panicky, “Izzy is getting me a gift! He- he deliberately got my name and I don’t have anything for him! That is not okay!”

“Fuck, okay, Duff, just breathe, okay? Oh God, please don’t cry! Duff if you start crying then I’m gonna start crying!”

Just then, the front door opened. Axl blinked in surprise, eyes darting between Steven and Duff and immediately rushing forward in concern, “What the Hell is going on? Why do you both look like you’re going to cry? Do I need to punch someone??”

Duff covered his face with his hands, “I fucked up and now Izzy is going to fucking hate me!”

“No, he’s not!” Steven insisted, rubbing Duff’s back as he turned to Axl, “Izzy has Duff’s name for the Secret Santa and now Duff is freaking out because he doesn’t have a gift for Izzy.”

Axl furrowed his brow in confusion, “But if you don’t have Izzy’s name then you weren’t supposed to get him a gift?”

“Fuck that!” Duff cried, “It- it’s Izzy! I can’t take something from him without giving him something back! He’ll think I don’t care!” His chest was heaving, “Oh my God, I can’t breathe, he’s going to think I don’t care, I can’t breathe, I’m dying-”

Scrambling, Steven and Axl gently pushed Duff back onto the couch, sitting on either side of him, “Duff, Duff, don’t think about that right now, just breathe okay? In and out, just copy us,” Axl’s deep voice was soft and comforting, Steven’s hand on his back grounding him as the two musicians beside him took exaggerated breaths.

As air finally started to reach his lungs, Duff wiped at his face roughly, “Fuck. Sorry.”

“Hey, you’re fine dude,” Steven insisted, Axl nodding in agreement. They were both a little shaken- they knew that Duff could get anxious, and he’d told them that he had had panic attacks before, but they’d never witnessed one before. Still, they managed to keep it together while Duff calmed down.

“Okay, so I still say you have nothing to worry about,” Axl began, “but if it will help, I know Nikki had Izzy’s name to start.”

“And I know no one in the house has his name,” Steven added, “So it’s definitely with someone in the Crue!”

Nodding, Duff took another deep breath, “Okay. Okay, so I’ll just go over, and switch, and… and figure out something to give him… tomorrow…” he ran a hand over his face, “Fuck.”

“It’ll be fine, you’ve totally got this!” Steven encouraged.

“Right. Fuck, I’m wasting time, I need to go,” Standing, Duff took a few steps towards the front door before stopping, turning on his heel and rushing into the room he shared with Steven. He emerged moments later with a paper bag clutched in his hand.

“What’s that?” Steven asked.

“Nothing. See ya,” And with that, Duff was running out the door.

Turning slowly towards Axl, Steven bit his lip nervously, “Should we…?”

Sighing, the red-head stood, “Yeah, probably.” The two men quickly ran out the door after the bassist, following after him down the street. Because they were good fucking friends.

~~~~~~~~~

Slash returned home after making a run to the liquor store and found the house dark, empty, and quiet. He glanced around in confusion, raising his hands in dismay.

“Where the fuck is everybody?”

~~~~~~~~~

“Maybe speed it up just a little?”

“I think the issue is more with the key than the speed,” Mick argued. Tommy hummed in consideration while Nikki made a few notes in his notebook. Motley Crue was crammed in their usual corner of the apartment dedicated to their band practice.

“Well, let’s start with a key change and then see how we feel,” Nikki decided. The others nodded in agreement, but before they could start playing, they all jumped as someone started pounding on their door.

“NIKKI!” A voice yelled, “Nikki, let me in!!”

All eyes snapped to the bassist, “What the fuck did you do, Sixx?” Vince questioned accusingly.

“I didn’t do anything!” Nikki replied, huffing defensively.

The pounding at the door suddenly stopped, and the four rockers heard more voices from outside, “Jesus fuck, Duff, will you please calm down?”

“Should we do another breathing exercise?”

“I’m fucking FINE, I just-”

Finally, Nikki hesitantly opened the door, revealing three fifths of Guns N Roses standing on his doorstep. “Uuuuuh… hi?”

“Nikki!” Duff exclaimed with relief, “Do you know who has Izzy’s name for the Secret Santa?”

“Mother fucker.”

Mick’s voice was more resigned than annoyed, and Duff immediately gave him his attention, “Mick do you have it? Can you-”

“Yes, fuck, whatever, I don’t care!” the guitarist threw his arms in the air in exasperation.

Beaming, Duff quickly jogged over, swapping scraps of paper and also handing Mick the paper bag he had brought with him.

Raising an eyebrow, Mick looked at it suspiciously, “What’s this?”

“Oh, I already had a gift, so you can just give it to him instead.”

“Hell yeah, that makes my life easier.”

“It was the least I could do,” Duff shrugged.

“Great, this has been fun,” Vince rolled his eyes, “Now get out, we’re busy being a better band than you guys.”

“Excuse me?!” Axl stepped forward, fists clenched and ready to go, but Duff swiftly wrapped his arms around his waist and lifted him off the floor. “Hey!!” the singer struggled, arms still reaching out as if he could get a hit in from his current position.

Duff nodded at the four men, “Thanks again. See you guys tomorrow!”

Calling out their farewells, Vince snickered as Axl cried out “This isn’t over, asshole!” just as the door closed behind them.

Nikki shook his head, “I get the feeling that tomorrow is going to be interesting.”

~~~~~~~~~~

By the time the two bands piled into the living room of the Hell House, every single one of them was some level of buzzed. Slash and Steven had smoked a bit earlier in the evening, Nikki, Tommy, and Vince had done a few lines, and the drinks were flowing early. Duff didn’t even bother with pretense this time, a bottle of Vodka held loosely in his hand.

“Man, we should have decorated the apartment!” Tommy pouted as he admired the Christmas lights that had been tossed around and hung haphazardly in the living room, Duff smiling proudly from his seat. Axl, Izzy, Vince, and Steven were pressed close together on the couch, Mick taking the only chair, while the rest of the group sat on the floor. The coffee table was piled up with their shoddily wrapped gifts in the middle of their circle.

“Alright, who’s starting this thing?” Nikki questioned.

For a moment, everyone was silent, each person looking around and waiting for someone else to volunteer. “Oh for fucks sake,” Axl rolled his eyes, “Steven, this whole thing was your idea, so you get to start.”

“Sure!” Steven grinned widely, reaching into the pile to grab a paper bag with a very familiar shape, “Merry Christmas, Mick!”

“Hey, wait a sec-” Axl protested.

Opening the bag, no one was surprised to see the bottle of vodka inside. There was a chorus of complaints, Nikki slamming his hands on the coffee table, “Dude, we said no alcohol!”

But the drummer only smirked mischievously, “That’s the real gift,” he explained, “My present to Mick is saying ‘fuck it’ to the rules.”

The group went silent, all of them considering his words. “Damn,” Slash muttered, “That’s actually pretty good.”

Even Mick couldn’t hold back a small smirk, nodding in appreciation, “I dig it. Thanks, drummer,” he raised the bottle with a nod of thanks, and Steven pumped his fist in victory. Slash mentally sighed in relief that at least the drummer hadn’t tried to kiss the man.

“Let’s just go clockwise, now,” Tommy suggested, “So Mick, you’re up next!”

“Well, surprise, surprise,” the older man rolled his eyes, “I got Steven. So here,” he grabbed the bag Duff had given him the day before, pushing it into the blonde’s arms.

Opening the bad excitedly, Steven gasped in excitement. He pulled out a pair of drumsticks, the handles covered in dark swirls and designs which, upon closer observation, looked like they had been practically carved on with ballpoint pen. “These are awesome! Thanks, ‘Mick’,” he looked at the guitarist first, before smiling at Duff. Slash and Izzy exchanged silent glances. Neither understood the exchange, shrugging nonchalantly and ultimately deciding not to worry about it.

Slash was next, and he shyly tossed a light package wrapped in tissue paper into Axl lap, “I got Axl. Merry Christmas, dude.”

A subtle pink spread across Axl’s cheeks before he even opened the package, but it got even worse once he did. Folded inside was a bandana. Everyone knew it was one of Axl’s favorite accessories to wear, so it made sense as a gift, but what really made him pause was the pattern on it. The black fabric was covered with designs of golden snakes wrapped around dark red roses.

Swallowing thickly, Axl cleared his throat, doing his best to smile casually, “This is awesome, man,” he looked up to meet Slash’s eyes, “Thank you.”

Mick took a long drink from his vodka.

“Okay! Tommy, you’re next!” Slash slapped at the drummer’s arm, desperate to get the attention away from himself and the singer.

“Oh, yeah, right!” Tommy nervously lunged forward, to grab his gift. His present was in a paper grocery bag, which he held carefully by the handles as he placed it in Nikki’s lap next to him, “Here you go, buddy!”

Nikki blinked in surprise, his heart skipping a few beats as he looked down at the bag. Opening it up, his eyes widened as he saw what it was. Moving carefully to keep it upright, Nikki pulled out a small potted succulent. The bassist couldn’t help but let out a small, breathy laugh.

Tommy gave him roots. The fucking, sappy bastard.

“Thanks, man!” He slung an arm around the drummer’s shoulders, pulling him close to his side, “I fucking love it!” He shook his head a little, letting his bangs cover his eyes that he knew were getting glassy. “And hey, what are the odds, I got your name,” the entire room rolled their eyes, a few of them chuckling at the reality of what they’d all gotten themselves into. Meanwhile, Nikki grabbed a foil wrapped bundle and handed it to Tommy.

Peeling back the foil eagerly, Tommy gasped, “Cookies!!”

While they weren’t exactly prize-winning, with Izzy’s help Nikki managed to make the pastries both edible and at least somewhat visually appealing. As he happily shoved a cookie into his mouth, Tommy almost choked when he saw, near the bottom of the pile where no one else could see, one large cookie shaped like a heart.

“Thnn yu nnk! Ahveum!” Tommy’s words were practically unintelligible as he tried to speak with his mouth full, but Nikki understood, especially when the taller boy pulled him into a tight hug.

“Anytime, dude,” both of them were beaming, and even as Nikki called for Duff to take his turn, the terror twins kept their arms around each other.

Duff took a large gulp of his vodka before shakily reaching for his gift. It was small and flat, wrapped in magazine pages, and he couldn’t quite meet Izzy’s eyes as he held it out to him, “Here you go, Izzy. Um, merry Christmas.”

Taking the gift, Izzy could feel himself gaping. He hadn’t expected Duff to get him for the game. Tearing the paper, he found himself pulling out a loop of bass strings. As he looked at it though, he realized that the four strings had been carefully braided together. The braid was then carefully twisted around before being wrapped tightly with a thin metal wire to hold it together as an intricate bracelet.

Izzy couldn’t stop staring at it, “Dude,” he breathed out, “this is amazing. Did you make this?”

Duff was twisting his fingers together so hard it had to be painful, “Uh, yeah, I…”

Smiling, Izzy slipped the bracelet on, only taking his eyes off it for a moment to look at the bassist, “It’s amazing. Thank you.”

Returning the smile, Duff allowed himself to relax, if only a little, “Anytime. Uh, Axl, you’re up.”

Steeling himself, the singer kept his face neutral as he tossed a small plastic bag across the coffee table, “Merry Christmas, Slasher,” he smirked, putting all his effort into not showing his nervousness.

Slash didn’t know what to expect, but when he opened the bag and saw what was inside, he immediately burst into a grin and started laughing. Axl smiled in relief, while the rest of the group looked on in confusion. Finally, Slash pulled out a pair of heart shaped sunglasses with soft red lenses.

The group laughed along with him, “Oh my gosh, you got him rose-colored glasses? That’s amazing,” Izzy chuckled, bumping his shoulder against Axl’s.

“Heart eyes, motherfucker!” Tommy laughed.

As his laughter trailed off, Slash looked up at Axl, his smile soft and sincere, “Thank you, Axl. They’re perfect.”

Ducking his head, Axl smiled back shyly before clearing his throat and turning to Izzy, “Alright Stradlin, your turn.”

The smile dropped off of Izzy’s face, replaced by anxiety and uncertainty. But there was no going back now. He had to fucking commit to the plan. He picked up a small box and handed it over to the tall blonde bassist, “Right. Merry Christmas, Duff.”

Duff looked almost as nervous as Izzy did (Axl didn’t know whether he wanted to smack them or hug them). Opening the box, he blinked in surprise. Tilting his head curiously, he pulled out one of Izzy’s wristwatches. “Oh, cool. Thank you!” Across from him, Izzy took a deep breath and finally managed to force out what he’d been practicing in his head all day.

“If there’s no time like the present, then there’s no present like the time.”

Everyone’s eyes snapped to the guitarist, and he felt his face grow warm with the attention. Then, Duff snorted, slapping a hand over his mouth at the sound. But it was no use- within seconds he had dissolved into giggles. The rest of the room soon followed.

“Oh my God. Oh my GOD,” Axl laughed loudly, “You got him a fucking dad joke for Christmas!”

Even Mick was chuckling, and Tommy grinned at Steven, “I think Izzy beat you as far as metaphorical gifts go, dude.”

“I’m okay with that,” Steven giggled.

By the time they all calmed down, Duff had fallen back to lay on the floor, clutching the watch to his chest as his laughter finally tapered off, “Oh, Izzy, I love- I love it. Thank you,” he was smiling so wide his face hurt, and Izzy’s cheeks were still bright red, but he didn’t care. It was worth it.

“Wait…” Slash suddenly narrowed his eyes, “Hold on a sec…” Scanning the room, his jaw dropped, “Who the fuck got Vince??”

“I DID, BITCHES!” the Motley Crue font man stood dramatically, flipping his hair as he made his revelation.

“What the fuck?” Steven gaped, “Did you draw your own name?”

“You bet your ass I did.”

“Why didn’t you say anything??”

“Because I deserve nice things and who better to treat me to them than me?” he grinned pretentiously, “For this exchange I got myself an entirely new makeup kit and a new scarf, which is way better than-” suddenly, Vince pouted, “Hey!” he cried, clearly offended, “At least go into another room!”

The rest of the boys followed his gaze, quickly groaning when they found Nikki practically in Tommy’s lap as the two kissed passionately. Axl made fake gagging noises, while Mick just took a long, long drink from his Christmas Vodka.

“Alright, I think we all need some drinks,” Axl rolled his eyes as he stood, “You two better cool it before I get back or I'm pouring ice water over your heads.” Nikki flipped him off without even breaking away from the drummer.

As the red-head rushed out of the room, Slash stood abruptly, “I’ll go help!” He quickly hurried into the kitchen behind him.

“I’m definitely down to get fucked up, but I need a smoke first,” Izzy sighed. Hesitating, he offered almost shyly, “You want one, Duff?” He held his box of cigarettes out in offering.

With a small smile, Duff stood to follow him outside, “Yeah, sure.”

As they left, Steven looked between the door that closed behind them, the entryway to the kitchen, and the terror twins still making out on the floor in front of them. Quietly, he reached out to hold hands with both Mick and Vince.

The guitarist narrowed his eyes, and started to pull away, “Don’t-”

“Shhhhhh, Mick,” Vince grinned as he shushed him, sitting down directly on Steven’s lap, “It’s Christmas.”

“…Jesus Christ,” Mick let out a long sigh, glancing upwards for just a moment. But when Steven and Vince shifted over to make room for him, he moved to sit next to them on the couch, allowing Steven to continue holding his hand as they passed the bottle of vodka between them. And as much as Mick might try to deny it, none of them could keep a smile off their faces.

~~~~~~~~~

“So, there’s a second part to my gift.”

Axl jumped slightly when Slash’s spoke behind him. Turning to face him, he felt his cheeks burning again just thinking about the gifts they had given each other, “Oh?”

Slash nodded, tugging on a strand of hair shyly.

After a long pause, Axl tilted his head questioningly, “…So-” But right as he tried to speak, Slash finally gathered his courage and surged forward, wrapping his arms around Axl’s waist and kissing him deeply.

For a moment, the singer felt frozen in shock, but once his brain catches up and he convinces himself that this isn’t some hyperrealistic fever dream, he can’t help but melt into Slash’s arms, kissing back passionately. They’ve both waited so long for this moment that they can’t help but stay pressed together until they’re forced to break for air, both gasping deeply into each other’s mouths.

“…That was actually Steven’s Christmas gift to you.”

“WhAT??”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The night air outside was brisk, but for two men who were raised outside of California it was pleasant. Duff and Izzy smoked quietly next to each other, standing in the dim glow of the only working light outside of the Hell House. With each drag of his cigarette, Izzy mentally worked himself up to just say something to Duff. Something, anything to even remotely explain his feelings.

But before he got a chance, Duff started rambling.

“Thank you again. For the gift, I mean. I mean the- not that the watch isn’t nice! I love it, honestly, but that joke man, I definitely didn’t see that coming. And I know sometimes my jokes are dumb, so I appreciate you… indulging me, or whatever,” he waved his hand vaguely, ducking his face in embarrassment, “It just, meant a lot to me. Which might seem weird, or dumb, but-”

Izzy interrupted him with a soft, gentle kiss that still managed to steal the breath from his lungs.

Pulling back, Izzy weaved a hand through Duff’s hair, cupping the back of his head lightly, “I love your jokes. And I love your smile, and your laugh, and your bass playing, and your singing, and… I fucking love you.”

“Oh,” Duff breathed quietly, his eyes wide with awe, “Thank God. Cause… I love you too.”

Laughing, Izzy didn’t have any more words to say. He simply pulled Duff down to kiss him softly again and again.

~~~~~~~~~~

Both bands got spectacularly wasted that night. They pooled their money and ordered five pizzas, and passed around bottles of nightrain and whiskey and vodka, and played music as loud as their speakers could go. Axl and Nikki started writing song lyrics on the walls, and Tommy and Steven drummed on every surface available including their bandmates. At first every kiss was met with groaning and gagging, but by the end of the night every kiss got a round of applause and drunken cheers. Steven even managed to steal a kiss from Mick without being punched in the face. Motley Crue ended up spending the night, half the group stumbling towards whatever mattresses were open, while the other half passed out on the floor of the living room.

Looking around at the group of rockers, Steven beamed happily.

“God bless us, every-”

Vince shoved a pillow into his face.

#my writing #Motley Crue #Guns n Roses #gnr #christmas fic #slaxl #terrorcest #duzzy

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livingmybestfictionallife · 4 years

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Live Wire --The Dirt--(6)

Summary: Wren Ledden, Tommy’s best friend from high school, has had a rough life, and she intends to keep the nitty gritty details of her suffrage to herself until the day she dies. Only Tommy has gotten her to open up about a small portion of her troubles, and it’s only Tommy who she trusts with her life. That is until her life gets turned around sneaking into a concert one night...the same night Motley Crue is born.

@prettyyoungandbored, @triplehaitches, @hot-young-runningfree, @oskea93, @crue-sixx, @dancergirl5527

Previous Chapters:

One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Dreams were fruitless without follow through, and when each awoke, they did so alone—the same way they’d live their whole lives. Wren anticipated she and Tommy would be staying at Nikki’s, as they did on many occasions, so she brought along a small, draw string bag with clean clothes stored inside. She always packed something to wear at night, but would never refuse the opportunity to wear Nikki’s clothes. They swallowed her body in a comforting warmth and hung in loose cascades along her torso, and she loved watching his ears turn red whenever he saw her in his shirts.

Wren woke up earlier than both Nikki and Tommy, but by no means early. The clock in Nikki’s room indicated it was noon, and the bright sliver of light that was choked by the heavy-duty curtains which hung over the window corroborated this fact. She slid Nikki’s pants down her hips and gracefully stepped out of them as they reached her ankles. From her bag, she pulled out a pair of black leather pants, the same pair she wore to see London perform, which were a staple of Wren Ledden’s sense of fashion. As she tossed Nikki’s shirt off her body and onto a pile of clothes on the floor, Wren slipped her bra back on and then pulled her own shirt from the previous day over her head before she adjusted her socks and shoved her feet back into her sneakers.

She would have sunk back into bed and fallen asleep for another hour had it not been for an incessant knocking at the door and two disgruntled and high-pitched groans echoing through the apartment. Wren finally stepped out into the living room from Nikki’s bedroom—fully dressed and prepared for the day—to see Mick standing in the doorway, a usual angry expression fallen over his face, and both Tommy and Nikki, clad only in their underwear closing the door behind Mick.

“At least someone’s ready to go to this thing,” Mick hissed at the other two men as he passed through the room and lowered himself on the couch Nikki had fallen asleep on. “Go put some fucking pants on so we can give this guy a listen to, alright?” Both Tommy and Nikki stood and stared at Mick as if his words were unable to penetrate to their brains. Wren had taken a more effective approach to getting her two friends moving. Taking hold of Tommy’s drum sticks, she slammed them down on the cymbals as forcefully as her arms would allow, sending a shock of adrenaline into both her friends’ hearts.

“Shit, Wren, okay,” Tommy whined before he made a small attempt to grab his sticks back from her. She then proceeded to strum a crescendoing roll on the crash cymbal until Tommy snatched his sticks away from her hands and wrapped her in a headlock as he would do if she was his annoying sister. Wren retaliated against this and positioned her hand between her throat and his arm, creating a cup with her palm before she dropped to the ground, and pinned his arm uncomfortably behind his back. Mick and Nikki watched as their drummer was bested in a battle of brawn by a girl that stood nearly nine inches shorter than him, and both chuckled in amusement. “Fine, I’ll go get ready,” Tommy moaned in defeat and Wren dropped her grip on his arm.

Upon seeing her curves reflecting off the shining leather of Wren’s pants, and with the new knowledge that she could easily physically overpower him if she wanted to, Nikki had become more coherent, and much more aware of the fact that he stood in his underwear before her. Pants and his bass couldn’t hide the obvious physical attraction any man could have for her, and so he hurried through the room and made his way into his bedroom to change, subsequently leaving Mick and Wren alone.

“How long have you known them?” Mick asked as he sat up a little straighter only to have his face flush with pain.

“I grew up with Tommy. We were in the same kindergarten class, but we got to be really close friends in middle school,” Wren replied as she picked up Nikki’s bass pick and rolled it between her fingers.

“And Nikki?” Mick asked. “How long have you two been—?” There was no ending to his sentence, no hand gesture to fill in the blanks, nothing, and yet Wren knew exactly what Mick intended to ask.

“I met Nikki at one of his shows something close to a month ago,” she replied. “We’re friends, if you could call it that. Nothing else.” There was a certainty and a firmness in her voice that told Mick there was no need to press on with questioning her about her relationship with the other band members.

“Drummer said you play saxophone; is that true?” Wren gave a slight nod and pointed to where her case sat just adjacent to his feet. “You ever play in down in West Hollywood Park?” Again, Wren nodded, only this time, there was a inquisitiveness in her expression. Neither she nor Mick could hear the pitter patter of large feet exiting the bedrooms and rounding the corner into the living room, and neither Tommy nor Nikki were dumb enough to intrude on two of the more fearsome people they knew; so the two younger men waited, patient breaths falling silently from their mouths, desperately trying to hear the words Mick and Wren softly spoke from a few feet away. “I’m glad to see you’re doing good for yourself kiddo,” Mick sighed as he nodded in Wren’s direction.

“Bob? Bob Deal?” Wren questioned as she moved briskly across the room to bring the man into a brief hug. She knew neither of them were very touchy-feely, but Mick had saved her ass so many times when she was on the streets; he’d share whatever food he could scrounge up, let her play with him for tips, and even protected her from the more ruthless and relentless lost souls. “How the fuck didn’t I recognize you?” she asked upon letting him go.

“Because I looked like a fucking hippie six years ago, and you were just a child,” Mick chuckled in return as he rested a gentle and reassuring hand on Wren’s shoulder. “Funny how the world has a way of working things out.”

Tommy and Nikki had heard too much. They’d sat in the silence of the shadows for far too long and lingered in on what was a platonically intimate moment that neither of them wanted to know and both wished they could pretend they hadn’t heard. Tommy hated knowing anything about when Wren was homeless and learning that the past year wasn’t the first time she’d lived on the streets killed him. It made him feel like the shittiest friend a person could ask for, but he did find solace in the fact that Mick or Bob or whoever the fuck he was, was able to hold his friend above water at her drowning point. Nikki on the other hand was drowning in the realization that everyone—Tommy, this singer they’re about to go see, and now even Mick—has history with Wren. He was the odd man out, he was the one to not know her at any point prior to now, and for some reason it made him boil.

“Ready to go?” Nikki asked as he took a long step around the corner and entered into the scene he’d been watching unfold. As if they were actors on stage, unsure of how to act to an audience member improvising their way into the show, Wren and Mick each stared at Nikki with a dumbfounded look on their faces. “Tommy, come on! You’re driving,” Nikki stated as he threw his car keys down the hallway at the youngest of the bunch. As Nikki’s eyes reached Wren’s, he could feel the tendons of his heart pulling against one another from one side to the other as he battled between the thoughts of being the odd man out in terms of not having any prior history with the beauty before him and the overwhelming sense of serenity that her presence gave him.

When gang of misfits gathered in Nikki’s car as they set out to find their singer, Wren noticed the t-shirt that peeped out from under Nikki’s short sleeve, undone, army green button-up was the one she’d worn the night before. A smile crept onto her face at this realization, and she hid her amusement by directing her attention at the houses zipping by. Gradually, the size and luxury of the homes grew from the overpopulated, falling apart apartment complexes they lived in to grandiose single-family homes of the upper-middle class. Wren stomach tightened into knots as Tommy drove past what used to be her parents’ neighborhood. She hadn’t spoken to either her father or mother in over a year, but last she knew, they were looking to sell and move further up state. She knew there was no way they could touch her, no way they could manipulate her, shame her, or punish her simply because she happened to drive by where they might live, but it didn’t keep her insides from folding in on themselves.

Tommy’s eyes flicked back at her through the rearview mirror, a worrisome haze falling over his demeanor that altered the mood of everyone in the vehicle. Sensing this discomfort, Mick turned up the radio dial and allowed the music to flow through the car. The heavy strumming of guitars and rhythmic pulsating of drums calmed Wren’s overwhelming emotions of anger and disgust enough for her to emotional state to return, relatively, back to normal when they pulled up to the site.

Tommy was still in contact with a few of his old friends from high school as well as some people in his old band, Suite 19, so finding out when Vince would be performing was easy; it was a matter of convenience that it just so happened to be the next day. Although Tommy wore dark colors that contrasted every outfit worn by every person at this party, he at least had enough of a bubbly personality to fit into the very peppy scene the group was about to walk into. Nikki, Wren, and Mick, on the other hand, were blemishes of darkness—both in the sense of fashion and personality—amidst this sea of uppity, hippie-dippie, bullshit.

Knowing she would come face to face with at least a dozen of her old bullies and aggressors, Wren pulled a small tube of black lipstick from its storage place in her boot just between her outer ankle and Achilles tendon. She wore no makeup and knew the penalties she would receive from wandering eyes and gossiping tongues for this choice, so she painted her lips black in an attempt to scare others away from her entirely. Nikki snickered as he watched her bend over and use the car’s side mirror to apply her lipstick, but would be stupid to deny the fact that black looked good on her.

“Didn’t think you were one to get dolled up for parties,” he commented as Mick and Tommy rounded the car.

“Didn’t think you were one to notice a girl if she wasn’t half naked,” Wren retorted with smirk playing over her dark lips.

“Let’s go, Casanova.” Mick’s voice seemed to pull Wren and Nikki from their bantering session at the passenger side of the car to the entrance of the party. In his confidence, Nikki led the way—through the gate at the hedges, past tons of judgmental faces with turned up noses and pinched, squinty eyes, all with Wren close to his side. She could hear people greeting Tommy with cheerful voices and saw him in her peripherals as he offered handshakes, high-fives, and hugs to those who knew him. Nikki snatched a fifth of Jack Daniels from the makeshift bar, Tommy chatted with an old acquaintance, while both Mick and Wren tried to avoid the eyes pointing in their direction.

After taking a swig from the bottle, Nikki glanced down at Wren. Her shoulders were slightly hunched, and although she was putting up her best front, he could tell she felt uncomfortable. It was a side of her he hadn’t seen before, and upon getting a taste of it, he decided he didn’t like it. He handed her the bottle and gave her a half-hearted, reassuring smile. He didn’t like seeing this strong, sometimes terrifying person broken in the slightest bit. It wasn’t her, or it wasn’t the version of her she wanted herself known as. As she took a long, agonizingly burning two or three shots worth of Jack, she gave the bottle back to Nikki who placed it on the table in front of them and wrapped his arm around her. Her left shoulder was buried somewhere in his side as his dominant arm was firmly draped across her shoulder blades and his fingers rested lightly on her other shoulder. Under his touch, she seemed to stand up straighter and her gaze turned from the ground to meet the countless evil eyes casting down at her. Her stare was lightning, shocking people to their core as she told them to go fuck themselves without having the words leave her mouth. Upon seeing the change in Wren, he knew this wasn’t truly who she was either, which made him wonder, Will I ever truly know Wren Ledden?

“A fucking cover band?” Mick was as displeased with seeing Vince’s group as Wren was with seeing Vince. Years of competition between them had turned the pair into a deadly combination of a flame and gasoline. As Wren looked to the stage to see Vince’s bleach blonde hair bobbing around as his hips gyrated around the microphone stand, her stomach churned. Vince had always been a pest to her, a pain in her side, an incessant irritating itch she couldn’t scratch away.

“I’m telling you, he’s legit!” Tommy countered as his body began to bounce with the beat. Mick shot a conflicted and concerned glance toward Wren who shrugged. Did she think Vince was a talented singer? Yes. Was she willing to admit he was better than her? Hell no. In her head, she knew the two thoughts were separate, distinguishable, but she knew the second any compliment of Vince left her mouth, he would never let her live it down, so she kept her mouth shut.

“Hell, it doesn’t matter if he’s good; look at what he’s doing to those chicks!” Nikki said as he jutted his jaw toward the stage. Wren could feel herself shifting in her skin at Nikki’s words, and even more so when his arm left her body. More than anything she hated feeling inferior. She spent her life being told she would never be good enough—in music, in sports, in academia—which led to an unhealthy desire to be the best at everything she did. It’s why she earned her associate’s degree as a high school student, it’s why she pushed herself to earn every solo in band since freshman year, and it’s what would eventually bring her to break her personal oath to not perform in front of the band.

“He’s got talent, but do you think he can sing our kind of music?” Wren asked as she skeptically folded her arms over her chest, only to hear Vince’s voice call out over the mic “Thank you, we are Rock Candy!”

“Shitty band,” Mick huffed as he took a sip from the bottle of Jack Nikki had placed on the table. His comment earned a high-five of solidarity from Wren, which only directed Tommy’s attention toward her sour attitude.

“Are you green, Wren?” Tommy joked as he poked at her sides.

“You’re about to be black and blue,” she hissed with a tender smile playing on her face as she turned to lightly punch Tommy’s arm. He feigned the detriment of the injury as he skipped over to where Vince stood at the makeshift bar, chatting up some blonde bimbo.

“You have a history with blondie too?” Mick asked as he took in Wren’s general appearance of discomfort. She furrowed her eyebrows in an attempt to seem unaware of his question, but he saw past her deception. “You look to be in more pain than I am, which is saying something.”

“I just want to get out of here,” she muttered and shifted her hips. Her posture, which had once relied on Nikki for support was now inflexible as she stood independently with agitation and ferocity in her eyes.

“We can find another singer. It doesn’t have to be him.” Even though his hands remained at his sides, she could feel the warmth of his fingers wrap around her heart. Wren opened her mouth to speak again, but Nikki had ducked his head toward hers to whisper in her ear. “We’ll get out of here soon,” his words escaped in a single, hot breath down her neck before he added a simple, “promise.”

Tommy approached Vince with eagerness in his step and anticipation coursing through his veins. A single cassette tape twiddled between his fingers as Vince’s surprise sent his face smiling and arms pulling Tommy in for a quick embrace.

“Man, that was sick!” Tommy exclaimed with both his words and his body movements. Vince tried to play it cool, as if Tommy’s compliment meant nothing and that he was well aware of his talent; it was that smugness that fueled Wren’s fire. “You should come play with us!”

“Suite 19?” Vince said hesitantly. “Nah.”

“No, I’m in a new band now, with those guys!” Tommy excitedly said and pointed to where Mick, Nikki, and Wren stood, all with narrow eyes, arms folded over chests, and defensive stances.

“Is that…?” his voice trailed off as he squinted through the sun’s rays to catch a better glimpse at the girl standing under the protective wing of the younger of the two men. “Is that Wren?” Vince finally finished. “Damn, you still hang out with Ledden? How long have you been trying to hit that strung up bit—”

“Hey,” Tommy snapped. “Just give us a listen, our number’s on the front if you’re interested, but you have to back off on her.”

“Or what?” Vince asked as he rolled his eyes. Tommy noticed the girl standing beside Vince turned up her nose at the mention of Wren’s name and upon seeing how Vince stared her down, but decided against saying anything to her.

“Or I’ll let her kick your ass.” Tommy smirked downward at the much shorter man before he pranced away with his fingers held up to his ear in the shape of a phone as he yelled back, “Call us!”

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years

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Dancing With Ben Week 9

A Ben Hardy x Reader Fic A Night at the Movies - Quickstep

Summary: Reader is one of the pro dancers on Dancing With the Stars. It’s her second season on the show, and this time, her partner is none other than Ben Hardy. Will they win the Mirror Ball? Maybe they’ll win something even more meaningful!

Word Count: 3.7K

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A/N: Kinda angsty this chapter, but I hope y’all like! Next chapter, we’re gonna meet someone in Y/N’s life and learn more about her so I hope you’re excited for that!

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Week 9 here we go!!!

When you woke up the next day, still in Ben’s embrace, you smiled to yourself. You felt so in love. Like you could burst into song at any moment. It was that feeling you saw in the movies and heard about in songs. Now you had it for yourself. You had never felt this way about a boyfriend. It scared you a little to have fallen so hard and so quickly, but it also thrilled you. It was Ben, after all. And you trusted him completely.

He stirred awake shortly after you. His smile matched your own.

“Good morning,” he said groggily.

“Morning,” you returned, stretching to peck him on the lips.

“Wish we didn’t have to go to rehearsal today,” he said, snuggling impossibly closer to you.

“Me too,” you said with a sigh. “But at least we’ll be together.”

“Only I can’t kiss you,” he pointed out.

“Well then, you’ll need to get all your kissing in now,” you teased.

He rolled on top of you and you giggled before he pressed his lips into yours. It was a hot, lazy kiss. But everything was still there from the night before. The passion you both felt. The deep care.

“Mmm, baby,” you hummed. “We’re gonna be late.”

“Who cares?” he mumbled back.

He just pressed his lips to your neck. You sighed and pushed him gently off you.

“Come on,” you said. “We gotta get up.”

He groaned but you got up together. When you got to your feet you winced a bit.

“You alright?” he asked.

“Ben,” you said with disbelief. “I’m a little sore.”

The smug look on his face made you roll your eyes.

“Shut up,” you laughed. “It’s just been a while.”

“How long?” he asked.

You looked at the floor as you tugged on your leggings. “I don’t wanna say.”

He pulled his gym shorts on. “How long?”

“A year,” you admitted, throwing on a sports bra and shirt.

His mouth fell open. “A year?! I have a hard time believing that.”

“It’s true,” you insisted as a blush spread across your cheeks.

He sat on the bed and pulled you onto his lap.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said, kissing your cheek. “Although you are awfully cute when you blush.”

You kissed him. He inhaled deeply as you moved your lips together, lacing his fingers in your hair. When you broke apart, you were both breathless and smiling.

“You sure you don’t want an orgasm to start your day?” he teased.

“Well, one can’t hurt,” you replied with a playful shrug.

He gave you three.

When you walked into rehearsal, you were somewhere between having too much energy and being completely exhausted. Your body was tired but your heart was ready to dance and dance and dance.

“What have we got this week, coach?” he asked after you both had your mics on.

You smiled. “I think this week’s theme is right up your alley,” you said. “A night at the movies.”

“Oh, I do like that,” he said. “And what style of dance have we got?”

“Quickstep,” you told him. “It’s a lot of energy so I hope you’re ready.”

“I think it’s safe to say I’ve got more energy than you this morning,” he said with a wink.

You struggled to keep a relaxed expression since you couldn’t give away anything in front of the cameras. When he winked at you with that smirk on his face you wanted to kiss him so bad, and really see who had more energy than who.

You cleared your throat. “Well. Basics of quickstep, let’s get started.”

The lighthearted mood of the morning was dampened a little when Ben struggled with the quickstep. You had to take the steps extremely slow, really breaking them down. You had to guide his body with your hands several times, and still he would miss a movement. He sighed in frustration and called for a break.

“It’s okay,” you said as you sipped your water. “Quickstep is difficult. Even faster than the jive. No one gets it on their first try.”

He only nodded. You put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“You’ll get there,” you said soothingly. “Remember you weren’t perfect at the samba at first. But you had it down by the end of the week.”

“This is a lot more difficult,” he said.

“It is but I believe in you,” you told him. “You can do this.”

You started again, but still he wasn’t getting it. Progress was slower on this one than on any dance you had previously done. For some reason, Ben just couldn’t get there. The longer it went on, the more frustrated he became. He was getting to a point where he was acting unpleasant.

“Ben, relax,” you said, trying not to sound as irritated as your felt. You took another break. Rehearsal had already run fairly late into the evening. “It’s only the first day. You don’t have to beat yourself up.”

“I just don’t know why I’m struggling so much with this,” he complained.

“We still have a whole week to make it work,” you said.

“I already feel behind,” he said.

“I get it,” you returned. “But please. Trust me when I say this doesn’t make you a bad dancer or a failure, okay?”

He nodded but said nothing. You tried to read his expression, but couldn’t. You looked at your watch and saw that it was almost eleven.

“Let’s call it a night,” you suggested. “I don’t think there’s anything else we can do right now.”

Again, he only nodded. The crew seemed relieved that you were ending your rehearsal at last and they could also go home. You took off your mic packs and started to gather your things. You and Ben walked silently out to your car. He didn’t even hold your hand or anything. You began to wonder if last night was a mistake. That you had tainted the partnership now that you had slept together. The thought made your hands shake as you started the engine and Ben slid into the passenger seat.

“I think I’m gonna stay at the hotel tonight,” he said. “Get some rest.”

That stung. Tears pricked your eyes but you blinked them away.

“Okay,” you said, your voice a few octaves higher than usual.

In silence, you drove him to his hotel. When you pulled up to the lobby, you looked over at him at last.

“Have I done something wrong?” you asked.

“No, not at all,” he assured you. “I’m just...I don’t think I’d be very good company tonight.”

“You were kinda grumpy,” you said, trying to lighten the mood, but he didn’t laugh.

“Good night, love,” he said, leaning over to kiss your lips lightly.

“Good night,” you returned. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” he replied with a weak smile.

He climbed out of the car and shut the door before you could say anymore. You watched him walk up to the door. He turned to give you one last wave before he disappeared inside. You could feel how ingenuine it was. It was like he was forcing himself to be your boyfriend right now. Your heart rate quickened at this and you began to panic. You felt a wave of guilt wash over you. How could you have let this happen?

When you got back to your apartment, you were sobbing. Tears just streamed down your cheeks as your threw the door open and retreated into your bedroom. You flopped onto the bed, opened your phone, and called the one person you could trust to talk about this.

“Y/N?” said James sleepily when he picked up.

“Sorry I woke you,” you blubbered.

“What happened?”

You explained everything to him. He listened patiently because you were getting so emotional that you had to stop frequently to take deep breaths and settle yourself. When you were finished, he waited a moment before speaking so you could add any last minute details. When you didn’t, he spoke.

“Y/N, I think you’re overanalyzing this,” he said. “I mean, maybe he really was just tired.”

“I mean, I was tired too, but I still wanted to be with him,” you replied.

“I know, honey, but you hadn’t just struggled through a dance all day,” he continued. “He probably just needs his space. He’s tired, he’s frustrated, and not feeling great about himself. Let him process this.”

“Okay,” you whimpered, wiping your nose on your sheets.

“I know how much you want to be there for him, Y/N,” he said. “But sometimes the best support is from a distance.”

“That makes sense,” you said. “I was just so worried that I ruined everything.”

“Didn’t he kiss you first?” he reminded you. “Besides, a relationship is a thing created and maintained by two people. Sex requires the participation of you and your partner. You alone did not mess anything up. If anything is ruined - which I doubt - it’s on Ben too.”

“Okay,” you said again. “Thank you, James. You always know what to say.”

“Anytime, Y/N,” he replied. “And don’t worry, not a word of this is leaving my room. I won’t even tell my boyfriend.”

You sighed with relief. “Thank you.”

“Look, you’ve kept my biggest secret,” he said. “I’d never betray yours.”

“I love you so much,” you told him.

“I love you too,” he returned. “Now go to sleep. I think you need it.”

You said goodnight and hung up. You looked at your phone a moment longer. James had calmed you down, but you were still a little freaked out. You texted Ben just a kissing face emoji. Two minutes later he sent back a heart. That eased your mind. You could finally go to sleep.

The next day, Ben arrived at rehearsal in better spirits. He gave you a warm hug and then you got right into stretches and warm ups. As you started the dance, he had improved. You looked at him, surprised.

“Did you practice after rehearsal?” you asked.

He looked at the floor shyly. “Well, yeah. I tried to recreate everything you’d shown me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you wondered. “I could have helped some more.”

“I just needed to figure it out,” he said with a shrug.

“Well, you’ve gotten better,” you said. “Are you ready to get into the routine now?”

“Yeah, definitely,” he returned.

“Okay, great!” you said. “So, today, it’ll just be the two of us but for the routine I have in mind, we’ll need some help from members of the troupe. Well, Gleb and Artem are helping. Brittney and Hailey are troupe members and they’ll be with us too.”

“Alright,” he said with a smile.

As you got into the choreography, though, it got hard again. The pace was fast. He seemed to be trying very hard not to slip into the mood he was in the previous day, but his annoyance was clear. His mouth turned down and he was huffing a lot. He swore under his breath each time he missed a step or a turn.

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “We’ll go through it again, slower this time.”

And you would. Step by step, count by count, you taught him the routine. It was grueling and tough as Ben got harder on himself, but you bolstered him as much as you could. If you were being honest, it was getting on your nerves that he was putting so much pressure on himself. If he could get out of that cycle, he could probably learn it better. But he was setting himself up for the mental block every time he lost his cool.

“Ben,” you said when you came to a stop. “You’re not making this easier on yourself by getting all frustrated.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m struggling here,” he argued.

“Well, stop focusing on that,” you shot back. “Get out of your head. It’s nice out here.”

He sighed, rolling his shoulders and neck. “Let’s start again.”

“No, come here,” you said, taking a seat on the floor.

“What are we doing?” he asked as he joined you.

“Getting you out of your head,” you told him. “Close your eyes.”

He rolled them before he did so, and you tapped his knee as a rebuttal.

“Don’t sass me, Hardy.”

You were relieved to see him smile.

“Breathe with me,” you said. “Forget the dance for a minute.”

You took a few deep breaths. Slow and even. He followed your lead and you meditated together for a few minutes. You slowed your heart rates and calmed your muscles. You just needed Ben to relax.

“Feel better?” you asked.

“A bit,” he said.

“Are you ready to start rehearsal again?”

He nodded.

You began instructing him again, starting off even slower than before, so he would be able to really see his progress. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in decent spirits. It still wasn’t where you wanted it, but you appreciated the effort he was putting into it.

Ben stayed with you that night. You felt how he needed you now. You showered together, back to being giggly and fun as you smeared bubbles on each other’s faces and enjoyed the feeling of your skin on his. He held you for a while as the water ran down your bodies. It felt good against your aching muscles. Ben’s embrace eased your aching heart.

When you got out and dried off, you had some more great sex. Sleep came much easier this night. It seemed like you were back on track.

The third day of rehearsal was even worse than the first. You had the other dancers with you, and for the first part, it was just Ben with Artem and Gleb until you came in. He did great with that, but once you got in hold and had to do the runs and footwork, he stumbled. He rolled his ankle during one run, but refused to rest, even though it was clearly bothering him. Rehearsal ran particularly late once again, and now both you and Ben were pretty pissed off.

“Shit!” he hissed as he came to a stop once again.

You groaned. “Ben! It’s okay! You’re allowed to mess up!” “But it’s not just one mess up! It’s every line!”

You ran your hands down your face. “It’s okay! It’s part of the learning process!”

“I feel like I’m not learning anything!”

You scowled at him. “So this is my fault?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“That’s what it sounded like.”

You glared at each other for a moment before you sighed and relented.

“Look, I don’t know why the quickstep is proving to be so difficult for you,” you said as gently as you could. “But you’re getting so worked up that you’re sabotaging yourself. You can do this. You just have to trust yourself and me.”

You reached out to take his hand but he moved away.

“Stop it, okay?” he snapped.

“Stop what?”

“Stop with the bullshit things you’re supposed to say,” he said. “I can’t do this. Clearly, I can’t.”

“Yes you can!” you argued. “It’s not bullshit! I’ve seen you through this whole process!”

He glowered at the floor and then he began removing his mic pack. Your brow furrowed as you watched him.

“What are you doing?” you demanded.

“I can’t do this,” he said simply, handing the mic pack to the camera man and walking out of the studio without so much as a glance at you.

Your mouth fell open as he disappeared behind the door. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at it, willing him to return. You were so confused. Was he quitting the show? Was he leaving you? What the hell was going on?

“Did he really just walk out of rehearsal?” Hailey wondered.

You turned eyes on her and she took your hand when she saw how watery they were.

“Y/N, are you okay?” she asked sweetly.

“I think I made a mistake,” you whispered, your throat thick.

Your chest felt tight and your head was beginning to swim. A million feelings swirled around inside you and you couldn’t process them. You tried to make sense of Ben’s words. Could this really be over? You snatched off your mic pack, tossing it to the camera man as well, and followed Ben out. Your coworkers exchanged confused looks, but you didn’t see. You just had to get to Ben.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you searched wildly for him. The walls felt like they were coming in around you so you headed for the parking lot, bursting through the door, and gulping in the fresh air. Your chest heaved as you glanced around and then you spotted him. He was leaning against the building, a lit cigarette in his mouth. You watched him take a long drag before you approached him.

“Are you smoking?” you asked, and felt stupid for even letting the words come out of your mouth because it was obvious.

“Yeah,” he said shortly. “I don’t do it often, but…” he trailed off.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out. “I’m so sorry, Ben.”

He blinked, taken aback. “What?”

“I fucked everything up!” you cried. “I shouldn’t have let us cross the line into romance. It’s just...changed everything and we never should have done it.”

He frowned. “Are you saying you regret it?”

“No,” you told him through a sob. “I don’t regret a single second I spent with you. If you wanna quit the show and break up, that’s...that’s fine.”

“Y/N…”

“Please don’t give up, Ben,” you begged. “Please. It’s not bullshit, I swear. I know you can do this.”

“Y/N -”

“If we need to go back to just being friends, then that’s okay too,” you continued. “But I think we’ve got a real shot at the mirror ball, so -”

“Y/N!” he cried, cutting you off mid-sentence.

You looked questioningly at him. “What?”

“Stop talking,” he said gently.

He stepped closer to you, and you could see the smile on his face. He tossed the spent cigarette on the ground and took you in his arms. Then he kissed you. Hard and intense. Your arms found your way around his neck, holding him as close to you as possible. The kiss had you feeling like you were spinning. You could taste the tobacco on his lips, but it didn’t bother you. When you parted to breathe, you were both smiling.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ve been acting like a real prick. I’m frustrated with myself and I took it out on you.”

“I forgive you,” you assured him.

“I don’t want to stop dancing with you,” he said. “And I don’t want to stop being your boyfriend. I’m sorry I made you feel bad about it. I don’t want you to doubt us.”

“I won’t,” you promised. “And I don’t want you to walk away from us.”

“I won’t,” he returned.

“Let’s go back to my place,” you said. “I don’t think we can salvage this rehearsal.”

You went back inside and told the others everything was fine. When you got back to your apartment, you and Ben had a long talk about what you needed from each other in regards to the show and your relationship. Ben told you that in rehearsal, he needed you to use less empty encouragement and give him more specific instructions to motivate him. He also needed you to hold him accountable. You told him you needed to know he was committed. He needed to communicate when he was feeling overwhelmed or in pain, because you weren’t going to judge him for it. It was a real breakthrough for you both.

The rest of the week in rehearsals went well. Finally, Ben was getting the dance down, and by showtime, you were pretty confident. You didn’t think it would be your best dance, but it didn’t bother you. You were still at the top of the leaderboard and you felt pretty sure you would still be safe.

The show was upon you. You and Ben were going first, which you liked. You wanted to get this dance and this week behind you. Unfortunately, they showed where he walked out of rehearsal in the video package. You rolled your eyes and squeezed Ben’s hand to reassure him that he was forgiven. You looked at each other once more before he had to get in his place.

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The dance began and Ben performed wonderfully. You were excited to join him on the ballroom floor. Despite the drama, the dance itself was fun and entertaining. It didn’t go perfectly, but you found you hardly cared. As long as you were dancing with Ben, it was perfect for you.

When you finished, you gave Ben the tightest hug. You whispered to him that you were proud of him. When he released you, you walked together to get your feedback from the judges.

“Okay, I can tell you struggled with that one,” Carrie Ann said. “Your footwork wasn’t as clean as it usually is, but that’s okay. It’s kind of a relief to know you’re not just a dancing robot or something. I loved the story you told and how glamorous it looked, even if it wasn’t your best dance.”

You and Ben nodded your thanks and then turned to Len.

“I actually quite liked it,” Len said, much to your surprise. “Your footwork wasn’t as clean, for sure, and I would have liked a little more in hold. But overall it captured the essence of a quickstep and you paid a nice tribute to that old Hollywood glamour. I was entertained by it.”

“The quickstep is a very difficult dance, I’m not surprised you got frustrated,” Bruno said on his turn. “But you came through it, my boy. It looked good to me. Well rehearsed and enjoyable to watch. It didn’t blow me away, darling, but I liked it, and I hope you stay in the competition because I think you do deserve to be here.”

You stayed with Tom to get your scores. All the judges scored you a nine. You were grateful for that much and that you were able to move on through the rest of the show. You made it through to dance next week. Afterward, when you were changed and heading back to your place, you took Ben’s hand.

“Thank you for doing this with me,” you said.

“Thank you for believing in me,” he returned.

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You’re All That I Need Chapter 14 (Tommy x Nikki)

Title: You’re All That I Need Chapter 14

Summary: It’s the early 80’s and Nikki Sixx is in need of a band. There’s one condition: no other alphas. That should be fine, since he found three betas to fill up the lineup to become Motley Crue. Or, at least he thinks they’re all betas. A collab between myself and @callme-kaz2y5-baby!

Series Warnings: M/M smut (18+ only please), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, mpreg, language, slight drug use, protective Nikki, extremely funky timeline (might add more as we go)

"Ok, I'm dying to know what did you name her?" Athena finally asked hours later. They were all gushing over the little baby in the room.

“You can have the honors,” Tommy smiled proudly and looked at Nikki.

"Everyone we'd like to introduce Gaia Nona Sixx," Nikki said proudly. “I think we might call her G for short.”

“I love her so much!” Tommy’s mom cooed over the baby, looking at the little bundle laying in Tommy’s arms. “She’s so beautiful! She reminds me of my sweet Thomas as a baby.”

“Mom, stop,” Tommy laughed, kissing his little girl's forehead. Nikki could tell by the laugh that something was wrong with Tommy, and one look at him told him that Tommy was exhausted.

"I think it's about time for Tommy to get some rest. We're hoping they discharge him tomorrow." Nikki hinted that everyone should leave. The doctor had warned that Tommy should take it easy for the next few weeks, because his symptoms could stick around for a bit after birth and could be dangerous.

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” His mom said, kissing his cheek. Athena played with his hair a bit before looking at Vince and Mick, winking at them, and walking out.

“Do Mick and Vince have to leave too?” Tommy yawned. He looked so tired it wasn’t even funny.

"If you sleep, no they don't have too." Nikki smiled smoothing Tommy's hair.

"Get some sleep T-bone, we're gonna find food then we'll be back" Mick assured, poking Vince and pointing at the door.

“Okay,” Tommy yawned and not even two seconds after they headed to the door, Tommy was asleep and Nikki was holding his daughter.

"Dude, what was that, shoving me out of the room?" Vince grumbled.

"Tommy needed his sleep and you know it would have taken him forever if we were in there, and I heard your stomach growl...." Mick grumpily replied.

"Fine" Vince huffed. They were headed down to the cafeteria to see if there was anything decent to eat. Vince scanned the menu. "Should we take some food back with us?"

"Probably a good idea. Get a burger for Nikki. What should we get for Tommy?" Mick answered.

"Uh, they have a chicken wrap, that shouldn't be too heavy? He said he was still a bit nauseous earlier. And what has Athena been hinting about?" Vince casually dropped on Mick.

“What do you mean?” Mick asked, trying to look anywhere but at the frontman. “Oh, that salad thing looks decent.”

"All the winks and nosey questions? Did I miss something" Vince explained before giving the girl behind the counter their order.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mick got some drinks from the cooler while Vince waited on their food. Vince looked at Mick skeptically.

"Okay, you're not that dense. She's up to something and I'm going to figure out what."

“I bet you won’t,” Mick gave him a bit of a smirk. “Maybe she wants to take you for a ride.” He got the food. “Come on, let’s go.”

"Funny, Mick. And I'm really sure she doesn't. Let me carry something," Vince grabbed the bags with the food. Brow furrowed, he was going to work out what was going on. They were heading down the hallway, and Vince was in his own head so he didn’t notice the med cart that pulled out in front of them. And he would’ve kept walking too if Mick wouldn’t have pulled a soccer mom stop and stopped him in his tracks.

“You gotta pay attention,” Mick all but growled. Vince stared at him. “What?”

“What was that?” Vince asked.

“What was what?” Mick asked in return.

“How you just acted. I’ve never seen you like that before,” Mick shook his head. “What?” Vince asked.

“Seems like you’re not seeing a lot of things,” He sighed. “Maybe you need to lay off the hair dye for awhile. It’s starting to go to your head.” He started walking back to Tommy’s room.

“Hey! I have a brand to maintain!” Vince called after him, before following him.

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About a month or so later, after adjusting to having a new baby home, Nikki couldn't hold off the record exec's and they had to get back into the studio to record some new music.

“I don’t want to leave her,” Tommy said, holding little Gaia in his arms. “Can I take her with us?”

“Tommy, what’s the point of hiring your sister to watch over her if you’re not going to use her?” Mick asked. Nikki called Vince and Mick to the living room to get some back up. Tommy was having a hard time leaving, and Vince and Mick decided to help Nikki out some. They figured that them, along with Nikki, would be able to help light a fire under Tommy.

“I just...she’s my first and…” Tommy sighed. “I’m being ridiculous, aren’t I?”

"You're not being ridiculous, but we won't get any work done if we bring her with, and you know it." Nikki said rubbing Tommy's shoulders. Tommy looked down at the sleeping baby and sighed.

“I know,” He kissed her forehead gently. “I hate this Nik…” Mick and Vince looked at each other. They had never seen Tommy this upset before.

"Hey T-bone, what if Athena meets us at the studio at break, then you can see her and Athena can bring her back home after, then it won't be so long?" Vince suggested bumping him gently with his shoulder.

“That would be awesome,” Tommy smiled. “Nik, is that okay?”

"That sounds like a great idea" Nikki agreed beaming at Vince. "Why don't you go tell Athena and then we can head out."

“Okay,” Tommy kissed Nikki then headed to the in-law quarters that served as Athena’s apartment now.

“He’s changed,” Vince pointed out.

"So have you, all of us living here with her has formed a tighter, more protective pack," Mick called Vince out for trying to start shit. Tommy came almost bounding in after talking to Athena, stopping anymore conversation."

“What are we all standing around for? Let’s go make some music!” Tommy beamed at all of them.

Nikki chuckled and wrapped an arm around Tommy and they all headed to the studio. The parking lot was fuller than normal, and everything was bustling.

“Place is busy today,” Vince grumbled. “Is it Sunset Strip day or something?”

“Good thing we didn’t bring G here,” Tommy pointed out. “They’d all keep her awake.” Nikki snagged a passing sound person.

"What's with all the people today?" Nikki asked. The tech looked down at their clipboard.

"Uh, Guns n' Roses are recording new tracks, and Metallica has a photo shoot, and you guys are here" the sound guy replied.

"It's like grand central station in here," Mick complained, eyeing Vince. "Stay the hell away from Axl."

“What? Why would I go near that screeching cat?” Vince asked. “I have some self control. But I can’t guarantee that he’ll stay away from me.” They headed into their studio to get ready to start recording some new stuff.

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tommynikkivincemick · 5 years

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three way call— part 5

Summary: Tommy Lee and Nikki Sixx find themselves in the frustrating predicament of being infatuated with the same woman. This calls for a competition.

Author’s note: So I was gonna put Tommy’s date with Y/N in this chapter but it was already getting super long so I decided the date will get its own chapter. I also tried to do a chapter that wasn’t 90% dialogue but it’s still at least like 75% dialogue. Anyway, here’s the new chapter! Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy xx

Warnings: Language, sexual conversations, a little toxic masculinity.

Tommy would never admit it out loud to anybody but when Y/N spent the night in Nikki’s room with his face between her legs, he almost cried. He didn’t, because he wasn’t a pussy, but he really wanted to. It was also not good when the thing that woke him up that morning (well, more like afternoon) was more moaning from the bassist’s bedroom. Jesus Christ, Tommy thought, was Nikki’s jaw not sore by now? Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, the drummer rose and went to lock himself in the bathroom for the next hour to shower, brush his teeth, and tease his hair higher than the gods. After a while, he emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam and hairspray (still in his underwear, but by god, his hair looked fabulous) to find the other Twin sitting on the couch (also in his underwear) with a cup of coffee.

“Morning, T-Bone,” Nikki said with a surprisingly pleasant smile.

“Morning, Sixx,” Tommy replied suspiciously, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Still sleeping.”

“Were you not just eating her out a little while ago?” The younger Twin asked, pouring a cup of coffee for himself and grabbing a cigarette from his pack to smoke, trying hard not to sound bitter.

“Yeah, y’know, breakfast is the most important meal of the day and all that,” Nikki’s smile settled into a cocky smirk, “But she went back to sleep right after.”

“Really? I thought it was dessert,” Tommy commented, taking a seat beside the bassist and lighting his cigarette.

“Why the fuck would it be dessert?”

“Well I figure after I take her out for dinner and drinks tonight, Y/N will make a nice sweet treat.”

Nikki elbowed Tommy and the drummer laughed. They sat in silence for a few minutes, getting their caffeine and nicotine fixes.

“We gotta stop fighting, man,” Tommy said finally.

“It’s not fighting, it’s... banter,” Nikki dismissed.

“Well whatever it is, we gotta stop picking at each other all the time. It’s stressing out Y/N and I don’t like it either. I know we have this dumb bet but I don’t wanna lose you in the process, dude. You’re still my best friend and shit, you know.”

“Yeah, I get it. This is a whole fucked up situation. It sounded fun, but a couple days in and it’s already starting to be a drag. Not to be a little bitch, but you’re like my brother, I don’t wanna lose you either.”

“That’s a little gay, guys,” Vince yawned, emerging from his room.

“Dude we said we love each other, we didn’t say we wanna suck each other’s dicks,” Tommy laughed.

“Wouldn’t you, though?” The blonde mused pouring milk and sugar into a cup of coffee in the kitchen.

“NO!” Both Twins yelled, their cheeks turning a vivid shade of red.

“Mhm, okay,” Vince hummed dismissively, sitting in a chair near the couch, “So how goes the bet, boys?”

The Twins both groaned in exhaustion.

“She loves both of us, and it’s hell,” Nikki sighed.

“And we don’t wanna ruin our friendship in the process, which is also a hard thing to do,” Tommy added.

Vince nodded thoughtfully, but didn’t reply, as his eyes said all he needed to say: sounds like a you problem.

“So Tom, are you taking her out tonight?” The blonde said, changing the subject.

The drummer nodded with a smile.

“Yeah man, nothing too fancy. I think we might go out to that state park in Malibu, see the stars. She likes stars. We’ll probably go eat beforehand and then get some bottles and go out there and, y’know, see what happens.”

“Wine, dine, and sixty-nine; solid plan,” Nikki nodded.

“She’ll like that: Malibu is nice,” Vince agreed, “I’ve been meaning to take Lovey up there sometime.”

“Lovey is a cunt,” Nikki said automatically without even a moments thought.

“Hey, man— actually, you’re kind of right,” The singer shrugged.

“Who’s talking about that cunt, Lovey?” A female voice chimed in from Nikki’s bedroom.

“Nikki called her that— he didn’t even think about it!” Vince tried to keep himself from laughing about his friend insulting his girlfriend.

“Sorry— it’s a conditioned response. Like how a dog drools when Pavlov rings a bell? I call Lovey a cunt whenever I hear her name,” Nikki explained with a smirk, “Morning, gorgeous, how was your night?”

Y/N tilted the bassist’s chin up with her fingertips and gently kissed his lips.

“It was a good night, of course. Wanna maybe go fix me some coffee?” She asked the bassist.

He nodded and rose from the couch to go to the kitchen. She took his spot next to Tommy and settled into his side, her head on his shoulder.

“Sleep well?” She asked, looking up at him.

“Hm, well enough. What about you?” The drummer asked, in turn looking down at her.

“Like the dead,” She sighed, and then whispered, “I’m sorry if you heard anything from Nikki’s room last night. I don’t know how thick the walls are and I was drunk and—“

“It’s okay, baby, I get it; we all want. And I know you love Nikki, I don’t blame ya.”

She leaned up slightly and pecked him on the lips.

“But I love you, too, you know that, right?” She asked.

“I know, sweetheart, I love you too,” He said with a charming smile, leaning down and kissing her again, a little deeper, but keeping it short.

The more intimate Y/N became with the Twins, the more she noticed their subtle differences. For example, their scents; Nikki smelled like expensive whiskey (despite drinking mostly Jack Daniels), leather, luxurious pipe tobacco, blood, and incense. Tommy smelled like sand and surf, clean lime, sage, peppermint, and what might be sandalwood— though above both of them hung a thick layer of cigarette smoke and the liquor of the night. Where Nikki was dark and brooding, Tommy was bright and bubbly. Nikki’s love was all consuming and intense; Tommy’s love was easy and exuberant. If Nikki was a glass of wine, Tommy was a margarita. Tommy was an angel and Nikki was a devil. It was jarring how two totally different people could somehow look and act just alike.

She supposed that was part of the reason she loved them both so much; they were yin and yang but hey, to the eye they were both black and white. Both beautiful with sharp cheekbones and jawlines, fluffy black hair, sparkling eyes (Nikki’s were a bluish shade of hazel while Tommy’s were on the green and brown side), towering height, lean builds, kissable lips, and heartbreaking smiles. They were truly two sides of the same coin.

Nikki has to admit as he watched Y/N curl up with Tommy that they looked good together, slotting against one another like puzzle pieces. But little did he know that Tommy thought the same about her with him. The truth was that they brought out different sides of her; with Nikki she explored the side of herself that was a jaded, experienced, sensual heartbreaker of a woman, and with Tommy she felt like a young girl experiencing real love for the first time.

“You know what’s weird?” Vince piped up, breaking everyone’s focus, “That Y/N works so well with both of you guys. Like, if I was a girl, I could definitely put a ring on Tommy, but I would kill Nikki in cold blood in the first month.”

“I’d probably cheat on you, Vinnie,” Tommy joked, “But if Nikki was a chick? I’d never cheat on him because I know he would like carve my heart out and offer my soul to Satan or something.”

“You wouldn’t cheat on me anyway!” Nikki laughed as he returned from the kitchen, handing Y/N her cup of coffee, “We’re soulmates, man. If I were a woman, you’d be so deeply in love with me, you wouldn’t even think about another girl, not even Y/N. Plus, I mean, I’d be sexy as fuck as a chick.”

“I’d be hot as a chick, too. I think if we were girls, we’d be lesbians,” Tommy mused, “No matter what we are, one thing would be constant: we would love the ladies and the ladies would love us. Y/N, would you still be into us if we were girls?”

“Hm...” She hummed in thought, looking over the two of them, “Yeah, I’d still be down. You two already kind of look like ladies, with the makeup and the hair and the heels. It wouldn’t be so different.”

“We do not look like ladies!” Vince protested.

Y/N finished her coffee and got her clothes on and threw her hair up with a red scrunchy before going home to get ready to go out again. She showered and did her hair and put on makeup, but then came the time to pick an outfit. She didn’t know what she and Tommy would be doing; he told her it was a surprise. So, she called him.

“Mötley residence, Mick speaking.”

“Oh, hey, when did you go over?” She asked.

“About an hour ago. How was last night? Vince said you and Nikki got down and dirty,” The guitarist asked, trying not to sound too much like a gossipy hairdresser.

“We didn’t go all the way, if that’s what you’re asking. Nikki wanted to go down on me, and it sounded good so I let him. And that was... wow. He could have a good future as a prostitute, let’s put it that way,” She dished with a wistful smile on her recently red painted lips.

“Very interesting. And you’re going out with Tommy tonight, right?”

“Yeah, I actually called to ask him something.”

“Is he gonna get a taste tonight?”

“Quit being a gossip, Mars man!” She laughed, “Besides, I’ll tell you and Vince how tonight goes, anyway. Now would you please put Tommy on?”

“Sure thing, kid. TOMMY, PHONE FOR YOU!” Mick yelled into the house.

Y/N heard a clattering in the background before the desired voice came over the line.

“Mötley residence, Tommy speaking,” The drummer greeted with a chipper tone.

“Hello, Tommy, my love,” She grinned, twisting the phone cord around her fingers.

“Oh, hey! What’s happening, hot stuff?” She could practically hear his smile.

“I just wanted to ask what I should wear; I don’t know where we’re going, so...”

“Hm. Uh, something comfortable. Maybe something with another layer on top? It might get cold. But if you don’t want to, I’ll give you my sweatshirt or something, I don’t mind, and I always have a jacket in the van—“

“Tommy, babe, I’ll just break it down, ok? Boots, sneakers, flats, or heels?”

“Definitely not heels. I vote boots,” He replied.

“Dress, skirt, shorts, or pants?” She asked.

“Skirt, but wear tights or something. Like I said, it might get cold.”

“Honey, I don’t think my fishnets are really gonna help me,” She smirked.

“I just think you look sexy in a skirt, that’s all. Especially that black leather one,” He hinted.

“That was the plan. Okay, thank you, baby, that’s all I needed,” She concluded.

“Alright! I’ll pick you up in a little bit,” He said excitedly.

“Alright. Love you, bye,” She said. M

“Love you, bye.”

She finally decided on black leather boots, the leather skirt and fishnets (as requested by the lovesick drummer), a red, off the shoulder top, and no jacket because truth be told, she kind of wanted to borrow Tommy’s; it was a little beat up and worn in, but that only made it more comfortable, plus it smelled like him. As she sprayed perfume on her neck, as if on cue, the doorbell rang.

“IT’S OPEN!” She yelled as she fine tuned the details of her outfit.

She heard the door open and close and heavy footsteps on the wood floor. A pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind and a pair of lips found her neck.

“You know, you shouldn’t just say the door is open when someone rings the bell. I could have been a serial killer,” The familiar voice of Tommy murmured in her ear.

“You’d kill me if you were a serial killer?”

“Oh, for sure,” He laughed and turned her around to face him, “But let’s be real, if anybody in Mötley Crüe was a murderer, it would be Nikki.”

“Absolutely.”

The drummer leaned down and kissed her lips gingerly before throwing his arm over her shoulder as they left her apartment. He opened the door of his van for her and got in the drivers seat. Y/N glanced in the rear view mirror at the back of the van; he had cleaned it up, which was nice. There were blankets, pillows, a large cooler, and a little lantern in the back.

“Are we going camping?” She asked.

“Kind of, but not really. I was gonna take you out to eat but I decided it would be better to pack everything into one experience, so I just got takeout from that hotdog place you like on La Brea, and doughnuts for dessert,” Tommy explained as he backed out of the parking lot and got on the road.

“Well, where are we going?” She asked impatiently.

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” He winked at her and laced his fingers with hers, driving into the night.

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propertyofnikkisthighs · 5 years

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Afraid Ch. 4

Warnings: None

1988

“I can’t believe you volunteered to go to Canada with Motley Crue of all people” Sam sighed laying down on my bed.

“Ugh can we not remind me.” I had only been out of rehab for a week and we were needing to fly to Vancouver tomorrow to start on the boy’s newest album. Alarik purred as he pranced around our heads, poor guy had no idea I was leaving again and for longer this time.

“You fell for that good ol’ Nikki Sixx charm didn’t you?” Sam snickered and I shoved her lightly.

“I did not. I am going because it is my job and may be my only chance to go to Canada. Also Mick Mars.” I didn’t want to admit to her or myself that Nikki had me in his grasp. I was whipped by his green eyes.

“Pfft. I saw the way you two looked at each other when I picked you up from rehab. You two are totally gonna bone.” Sam sat up suddenly. “Wait! Did you pack sexy clothes?”

“Uh no? Cause we aren’t gonna ‘bone’ there or ever” I scoffed. Okay, maybe I threw in a pair or two of lacy panties.

“Nope. Get in the car we need to get you lingerie now.” Sam jumped up grabbing her purse and keys and started towards the door and once Sam had decided something you couldn’t tell her no.

I fingered through the rack of corsets at the second sex shop we had gone to since the first one had been a bust. Nothing screamed ‘Nikki’ at me and I was getting frustrated with not only the piss poor selection, but also with Sam for making me do this, and myself for even looking for something to appeal to Nikki fucking Sixx.

“Sam this is so stupid. This is Nikki Sixx we’re talking about here, he would fuck a breakfast burrito if it had on eyelashes and a skirt.” I sighed annoyed with the events of today.

“Key word is would babes” Sam winked “You would be surprised how high of standards you actually have when you don’t have drugs clouding your brain.”

“If you’re so dead set on this why don’t you fuck him?” I made my way to the second to last rack in the shop ready to call it quits.

“I would never. Besides, he gives you such piercing ‘fuck me’ eyes it’s my civic duty to try to get you guys to bone.” Sam joined me at the rack I was thumbing through and held up a small school girl outfit. “Can’t go wrong with this classic?”

“No I want something that screams original.” I flipped through and felt leather “Wait.” I pulled up a bra harness that crossed over the top in the shape of a pentagram paired with a black lacy thong that had a similar garter harness.

“Oh that’s definitely the one!” Sam squealed clapping. “Quick go try it on and see if it fits!” She pushed me into the dressing room with such force I almost slammed into the wall. I removed my clothes and slipped into the lingerie set admiring the way it accentuated my body. My cleavage bubbled slightly at the top in a flattering way and I was almost turning myself on looking at me. I quickly changed back into my regular clothes and grabbed my newest favorite lingerie set.

“So?!” Sam questioned excitedly

“This is the one!” I smiled heading up to the counter and placed the outfit in front of the older woman behind the register.

“Oh this is beautiful. You got a lucky fella.” She smiled ringing it up when Sam set the school girl outfit on the counter as well.

“Trust me on this you will thank me later” Sam said holding her hand up when I started to protest.

I paid for my outfits and we made our way back to Sam’s car. I didn’t want to admit it, but the new outfits had me actually looking forward to waking up early to take this flight now. Even if Nikki and I didn’t have anything happen between us (not that I wanted that or anything) the outfits could always be worn for someone else. I lit a cigarette as Sam drove in the direction of my apartment and sighed thinking about all the future possibilities I had now that I was sober and on a good path.

“What are you smiling at? Thinking of Nikki?” Sam teased.

“Not everything is about Nikki you brat” I laughed “No I’m just….happy to have a clear mind you know?”

“I’m happy for you” Sam smiled and patted my thigh.

“Thank you” I smiled back at her.

“Happy you’re gonna finally get laid.” I smacked her hand as she let out a loud laugh and gave my thigh a gentle squeeze.

“You’re lucky you’re my only friend or I would be hanging out with someone else right now” I was really going to miss her stupid teasing while in Vancouver.

I pulled my sunglasses down my nose as I waited on the tarmac for the private jet Motley had coming to get them and watched as Tommy and Vince held onto and kissed their wives. I couldn’t help but feel slightly bad for them, but then when I thought about it I remembered this is Motley Crue and there’s no way these women didn’t know they were marrying whores. I caught Mick rolling his eyes at the displays of affection and couldn’t help the giggle that tumbled from my lips.

“What has you so chummy this morning?” Nikki said suddenly at my side.

“Nothing now that you’re here” I flicked my eyes at him before pushing my sunglasses up my nose again.

“Ouch, you really know how to cut a man deep babe” Nikki feigned hurt clutching his heart.

“I am sure you will move on” I rolled my eyes despite him being unable to see me do so.

“Come on I thought we were friends now” Nikki threw an arm around my shoulders and I felt my cheeks become warm with blush.

“We are coworkers” I chuckled, but I didn’t shrug him off of my shoulders.

“I will get you to admit that we are friends and you enjoy my company by the time this album is over” He laughed pulling me a little closer to him.

“(Y/N)!” Tommy yelled walking toward us “Dude this album is gonna be so sick I can feel it” He high fived Nikki and pulled me into a hug. I learned early on that Tommy was a hugger and my protests would go unheard so I gave up and allowed him to hug me long ago.

“Hey Tommy” My voice came out muffled as he had me squeezed to him. He finally released me and flashed me his signature smile.

“I already have some things written and in mind that I can show you on the plane. Speaking of.” Nikki gestured to the private jet that was now ready and waiting for them to board.

We made our way onto the plane and the boys took what appeared to be already determined spots getting themselves comfortable. I walked towards the farthest end of the plane, but Nikki pulled me into the seat next to him.

“Hey I was trying to sit back and read my book” I protested.

“Well you can still sit back and read your book next to your friend” Nikki smirked and leaned over clipping the seat belt over my lap. “Safety first” he winked.

“Kill me now” Mick grumbled and settled into his seat closing his eyes.

Once we were up in the air Nikki brought out his guitar and began showing Tommy and Mick a few notes and lyrics that he had gotten together. I tried to focus solely on my book, but I couldn’t help but try to listen in on their conversations regarding the song Nikki was showing them.

“So I was thinking we could call it ‘Kickstart My Heart’ and it’s just like all these things that make us feel alive that isn’t cocaine” Nikki explained to the boys.

“Okay so what could be compared to skydiving naked from an airplane?” Mick mused over in his mind.

“Well what about something about chicks man? Chicks always make me feel alive.” Tommy laughed and I snorted accidentally giving myself away as listening.

“Something you want to add here babe?” Nikki smirked at me.

“Maybe I do” I said snatching the lyrics out of his hand.

When I get high I get high on speed

Top fuel funny car’s a drug for me

Always got the cops coming after me

Custom built bike doing 103

Skydive naked from and aeroplane

“So this song is about adrenaline, right? Well what about a woman gives you a rush?” I questioned the boys handing the lyrics back to Nikki.

“A kick ass body” Tommy laughed. “Nice big tits. Something out of this world.”

“A lady with a body from outer space?” I rolled my eyes, these guys were ridiculous why did I agree to this?

“Wait. I like the way that sounds.” Nikki scribbled some more on the sheet with the lyrics and I tried to return back to my book and pray the flight would be over soon enough. I was finally able to tune the boys out and focus on my book when I felt a weight on my shoulder. I turned my head to see Nikki resting his head on my shoulder with the arm rest that was between us now pushed up. The seats were spacious enough that he didn’t need to rest his head on me and he could’ve reclined his seat, so I knew he was just trying to annoy me. I did my best to ignore him and continue reading my book, but with every movement of his head his hair would tickle my neck and face.

“Can I help you?” I asked slamming my book shut.

“No I was just getting comfy.” He flashed his stupid cute smirk at me and I felt my face heat up again. I hated that he had this power over me.

“You’re being extra annoying today Nikki Sixx” I muttered under my breath deciding I might as well give up on reading my book.

“You shouldn’t speak to your friends that way.” He propped his chin on my shoulder and I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He really was already looking better compared to the strung out Nikki I had first met, hell even compared to the Nikki I met the first day of rehab he looked better. Without thinking I reached up and stroked his cheek lightly with my finger tips. He drew a sharp breath and that seemed to make me regain my senses and I pulled my hand away like I had been burned. Luckily Nikki didn’t comment on the action and the rest of the flight was silent as he nodded out against my shoulder. I must have fallen asleep too because the next thing I knew we were landing in Vancouver and the boys were grabbing all their stuff they had brought on the plane with them.

“We couldn’t get a big enough car to carry all of you together and your shit since we brought an extra” Doc said gesturing my way “So you’ll have to figure out how to separate yourselves”

“(y/n) and I will ride together” Nikki said tugging me toward a black SUV not giving me room to argue.

“But-” Tommy started.

“Come on T-Bone you too” Nikki called behind him and Tommy gladly galloped to your sides.

“I just wanted to ride with Mick for some peace and quiet for once” I groaned before climbing into our designated car with the boys while the driver packed all our things into the trunk.

“You gotta lighten up” Tommy laughed before brandishing a flask. “Here. Take a sip of this Jack it’ll help you loosen up.”

“Tommy we literally just got out of rehab” I quirked an eyebrow.

“Yeah for drugs, not alcohol”

Well who was I to argue with that logic. And with a shrug from Nikki we all passed the small flask around enjoying the slight burn from the whiskey.

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squiddtheekidd · 5 years

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Save Our Souls

Summary: Nikki is a simple man. He likes music, drugs, alcohol, and blood

(Nobody, absolutely nobody: me: you're right I should write a motley crue vampire fic for spooky szn)

Warnings: Alcohol use, drug use, SMUT, and blood mention

P.s. I wrote this on my phone plz be nice

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Nikki's POV

"That's right. Good girl" I praised the woman sliding her hands down my body to undo the ties on my leather pants as she sank to her knees in front of me.

Perhaps the alley was a horrible place to do this, but it was just dark enough to cast darkness over their features so you couldn't tell who was getting a blowjob, you just knew SOMEONE was getting a blowjob. I hissed as she took me into her mouth slowly taking me deeper into her mouth and humming around my cock. I fisted a hand in her hair getting fed up with the slow pace and bobbed her head up and down at a speed more my liking. She gazed up at me and moaned once more around the head of my dick and I came into her mouth. She quickly swallowed me up and licked me clean of any evidence before getting her footing again.

"Thanks baby I had fun" she winked and started to walk away.

"Woah woah woah I'm not done with you and I have 10 minutes until I have to be on stage" I grabbed her wrist and turned her so she was pinned against the wall with her back to me.

"I've never met a man that can fuck right after cumming" she moaned as my hand danced across her chest and up to her neck to steady her.

"Well baby, I'm no regular man" I chuckled darkly and covered her mouth as I sank my teeth into the flesh of her neck. She panicked at first, as they all do, but then the euphoric high feeling that comes from being bitten by us washed over her body and she relaxed in my hold. Once I'd had enough to tide me over I licked her neck clean and spun her around to face me. She had the same look in her eye that most drunk women get and I held her chin steady to look me in the eye.

"You were great tonight baby. You can tell everyone I rocked your world" she nodded her head as if it weighed a million pounds

"Dude come on stop toying with her we gotta get on stage" Tommy yelled from the back of The Whiskey.

"I'm coming I'm coming" I hollered back. "Enjoy the show baby, your daze will end here in the next 5 minutes" And with that I left her to regain her senses, albeit with some temporary memory loss.

"Do you children have to feed before every show?" Mick huffed as they packed up their equipment after the show.

"I like the adrenaline rush it gives me before going on stage" I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Dude sex is just so much better if you feed during it" Tommy laughed out high fiving myself and Vince while Mick just rolled his eyes at us.

"Speaking of.." Vince said trailing off and directing his attention to a few of the girls at the bar watching us. Vince had a rich bitch girlfriend, but that never stopped him from fucking the groupies. To be fair having girlfriends never stopped any of us from banging and feeding off of groupies.

"That blonde has been staring at me all night. I'm gonna invite her to the apartment for the after party" Vince hopped off the stage and jogged over to the chick on the stool. She gestured to what I assumed were her friends and Vince seemed to be inviting them as well. Good, I loved a variety pack when I feed.

"You coming tonight Mick?" I directed my attention to the older guitarist. Mick rarely joined us due to his possessive girlfriend wanting to be the only one he fed from, and she was fucking mean.

"Yeah I'll come tonight. She's already pissed at me anyway" he sighed packing his guitar away.

Our apartment was a degenerates wet dream. We held parties here so often the door had to be nailed shut from the cops kicking it down, so we came in and out the window. We almost never had real food in our place, but we always had alcohol and drugs. Where there's alcohol and drugs there is chaos and we fucking thrive in it.

"Dude check this out you guys are gonna fucking freak" I hear Tommy say to the people at our makeshift table in the midst of me lighting my arm on fire. It was a trick we were trying to perfect for on stage and I got a kick out of everyone's reactions when my leather clad arm went up in flames. I looked over to see Tommy starting to go down on a girl that hung around here from time to time and let him drive her car.

"Aye Vince hurry it up Tommy's gonna do the thing" I rasped on the bathroom door that was muffling the sound of skin slapping skin.

"Are you aware your arm is still on fire?" A voice came from the corner near the shelf that housed all my records.

"Oh yeah I guess it is" I patted my arm and put the small lingering flame out and flashed her small smirk. "I'm Nikki"

"I'm not interested" she replied in a bored tone and walked away toward the kitchen.

What the fuck was that about?

I hardly had time to collect my thoughts on what happened when Vince clasped a hand on my shoulder bringing me back to reality. Taking the bottle of Jack off the counter we took position right next to our table and watched as Tommy put on a show.

"Here it comes" he hollered and the girl shot cum across the living room making everyone at the party lose their minds.

Still bristling over the girl from earlier I quickly scan the room and make eye contact with some chick sitting on our couch that smiles and waves eagerly when she sees me. Good, an easy meal. I chug some Jack down and grab her hand pulling her into the bathroom with me. I don't waste time getting to know her name and I'm pushing her against the door hungrily catching her lips with my own. She returns the same urgent energy and is already a panting mess. I push her skirt up on her hips and bring my hand to the slick warm area between her legs that has no underwear coverage.

"Damn baby" I growl out aggressively holding her chin in my free hand while my preoccupied hand ghosts lazy circles against her clit. I think she tried to respond, but I wasn't interested in hearing it so I pressed my lips to hers again as I sank my fingers inside of her. Her sweet delicious means filled the air as I pumped my two fingers inside her.

"Oh Nikki" she whimpered and i pulled my fingers out licking them clean in a swift motion before setting her on the sink counter and kneeling between her legs. Making direct eye contact I delivered long slow licks to her clit as her head fell back in pleasure. Spreading her legs further apart I continued my assualt at a faster speed and internally celebrated as she bucked against my face crying out my name. I pulled my face away just enough to connect my mouth with her thigh and sunk my teeth into the flesh there lapping up the blood that slowly started to stream out. The girl continued to moan and writhe on the sink as I finished up my meal and licked her thigh clean. She had the dreamy look in her eyes and I had to hold her head still to get her to make eye contact with me.

"Be sure to tell all your friends that Nikki Sixx has a tongue like a God and you've never cum this hard before" I instructed to the dazed girl who nodded her head prompting me to open the door and find the uninterested girl from earlier standing there arms crossed.

"I thought I smelled blood" she still had the bored tone, but reached up running a finger up my chin to the corner of my mouth "my you're a messy eater"

She placed the finger in her mouth licking it clean and smiled at me for the first time tonight.

"Come on rockstar let's take a walk" she turned on her heel and walked to the window with me not far behind her.

What the fuck is going on?

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madamsixx · 4 years

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Beyond The Leather:

Chapter 8: Nikki Annoying Sixx

February 20, 1985

Six New messages

Hey Mani its Nikki, sorry about yesterday I didnt mean to speak to you like that. You just get under my skin somtimes. Well call me back I'd like to see you.

Beep : Message Deleted

Sooooo I'm calling again to check up on you. You haven't called me back. Call me back.

Beep: Message Deleted

Mani your really fucking pissing me off ok call me back. By the way I'm learning how to cook for you. Well actually us. The things I do for you.

Beep: Message Deleted

Hey princess I'm sorry ok, just talk to me. Were having alot of fun in the studio. Tommy wants you to come by. Plus you should try the food I made.

Beep: Message Deleted

Princess please call me back. Stop fucking ignoring me. Your making me angry.

Beep: Message Deleted

Mani I miss you. Please call me.

Beep: Message Deleted

That was the last messege I listened to before ripping the phone cord out. I have been ignoring him since the last time I saw him. Nikki was into drugs and that wasn't my life. I'm a respectable girl who comes from a respectable family and my mom would throw a fit if she ever found out I was hanging out with someone like Nikki sixx. He will just have to get over us being friends. Anyways, Tamara came back scolding me on my outfit for the Joan Rivers interview. She said I looked awful that made me laugh actually. Theresa was fired right away because of what happened, but also because she was doing drugs. I was now on a very tight leash. Especially because I got the part for the movie. And after my birthday in September, I will no longer be doing teen magazines. I will be featured on the cover of the biggest magazines.

"Hey honey soooo theres two things, one in March you will be on the cover of Sports Illustrated Magazine and two you have an interview with Barbara Walter's." Tamara shouted and I jumped up screaming. "She is sooo excited to meet you." I ran and hugged her this was exciting. I couldn't wait to tell my mom. I was heading home for a couple of weeks. "Um why did you unplug the phone cord missy?" Tamara ask with one hand on her hip and the other holding the cord.

"Oh uh I tripped over the cord by accident sorry. Haha clumsy me." I lied. ______

I spent the evening until night shopping. I started to realize I was a shopaholic when I constantly kept going out to buy new clothes, jewellery, heels, and hand bags. I was really into fashion and mixing cloths together. I was also into cosmetics like really into it. Maybe down the line I'll venture into business, but for now its acting and modeling.

I was inside a shop and saw this really cute handbag. I mean I had several but why not get one more. I purchased it, and I'm not going to tell you the price. I headed out of the store and got into my limo. Can you beleive it, I'm in a limo.

When I reached back at the condo. My chauffeur helped me get my bags out and carry them upstairs. "Thank you Daniel." I say while giving him 100. "No problem Miss Darlington." He took it and left. I saw a note by the table.

Went to office be back later- Tammi.

Well I'll show her what I bought when she gets back. I was so excited to start trying on my new clothing. And everything else with it. This was the life that I never thought I could have. I bought some stuff for my sisters, my mom, and aunts and uncles. They will really love them. I sheded down into my bra and panties taking off cloths and trying new ones. I put on these nice thigh high boots that could be worn in the winter time. After all I am going home for a couple of weeks. And its snowing in Canada. With a cute black romper. I heard a knock on the door and ran to go and get it. "Coming!" I yelled. I opened it up with out even looking through the peek hole, stupid me.

And saw none other then Nikki annoying Sixx, and he did not look happy. I tried to shut it right away but he put his arm between the door and was pushing back.

"Mani please just let me in." He says while he's forcefully trying to get in.

"Nikki go away!" I say pushing back.

With a big push. Nikki forces the door open and the impact sends me flying and hitting the ground with a thud.

"Oh shit I'm sorry." He laughs.

"It's not funny my butt cheek is hurting you ass!" I yell at him.

"Tsk tsk tsk I thought you didn't swear princess." He smirks.

God he is truly annoying.

"C'mere doll let me help you up." He wobbles towards me almost loosing his footing. He was drunk and probably high.

"Your drunk Nikki, you need to leave Tamara is downstairs." I lied.

"I'm drunk and high." He smirks. "And no shes not."

"And how do you know?" I asked furrowing my brows.

"Because I saw her leave and shes going to be gone for a while." He smiles walking towards my shopping bags.

"So you camped outside the condo until she left?" I asked walking behind him.

"No I camped on the 5th floor in some random chicks place. She let me come in with her." He says while pulling cloths out of the bags.

What the hell is wrong with this guy. I mean really!

"Nikki why are you hear?" I demanded.

"Im here because your ignoring my fucking phone calls. I've left you several fucking messages and your not returning them!" He shouted as he got in my face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Well of course I'm ignoring your calls. And now that you know one hundred percent that I am, you can go back to the 5th girls place or get out!" I yelled motioning towards the door.

Nikki smiled then walked towards the couch and sat down he kicked his feet up on the table like he was at home and put his hands behind his head. "I drove here. Your not really gonna kick a drunk and high guy out of your home to go driving on the streets now will you?"

I can't believe this guy. I was seething with anger. How dare he use something that happened to Vince to stay over here. "Nikki that is a really awful thing to say, that's not a joke. I want you out right now." I say with a stern voice.

"No." He sneered. He kicked his shoes off then grabbed the TV remote turned it on then changed it to MTV.

I had enough of this guy. I decided to just call security and have them deal with him. I took off my boots then walked towards the phone picking it up to dial security. Next thing I know Nikki is charging at me grabbing the phone from my hand.

"Nikki stop it!" I yelled trying to grab the phone back.

"Just calm the fuck down Iman!" He shouted in my face. I then slapped him across the face. Something I wish I didnt do because at that point Nikki saw red. He then picked me up over his shoulders with me kicking and screaming. And walked towards my room.

"Put me down now you jerk!" I yelled.

He then threw me on the bed pinning my arms over my head. "Calm the fuck down!" He yelled

"No!" I yelled back struggling to get out of his grip. He then leaned closer to my face. Making me smell the whisky on his breath. His lips brushed against mine and he whispered with a very low voice. "Calm down princess." He bit his lips and I started breathing hard. He slowly used his legs to spread my legs open and settled in between them. I felt how hard he was through his pants.

"Your so fucking beautiful." He whispered and used his thumb to graze my bottom lip.

Nikki was dangerous. He was dangerous because he was good looking. He has a baby face, beautiful eyes, beautiful hair he's a bad boy, and he's in the biggest rock band there is. Girls love him and would fall for him so easily with out even realizing that he has a lot of problems. Drugs were his number one problem. And as long as he was doing drugs, he would always have problems.

"But I'm young Nik, and you do drugs." I say struggling to sit up and move him up off of me.

"I know princess." He moved to the side of my bed and sat with his back against the head board. He sat there in silence thinking for a bit.

"Iman I'm back, oh my God what is this mess in the living room?" I heard Tamara come in. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. "Nikki stay silent please or so help me God." I whispered to him. "Ok princess." He chuckled.

I ran out of the room with my heart eating ten time fast.

"Hey Tammi sorry I went shopping." I started picking up the bags off the ground.

"Yeah I can see that." Her eyes went wide.

"What is it with you and this phone." She picks the receiver up and puts it back.

"Sorry I was calling some of my friends." I turn over and notice Nikki's boots on the living room carpet. I slowly move towards the carpet to grab the boots.

"Honey can you grab me a drink please I'm very exhausted." Tamara asks as she walks towards the living room couch to sit down. My heart was racing u was praying that she wouldnt see those cowboy boots just lying there on the carpet. She would know for sure that someone was here. "Um sure." I walked to the kitchen and poured her some cranberry juice than brought it back to her. I grabbed one of the shopping bags and knelt down by the table and picked up the boots and put them in. "Alright I'm going to bed." I started running.

"Um hello excuse me take the rest of these bags to your room. Your making this place look like a garbage dump full of bags!" She yelled. I ran back and packed the rest of the things I bought including my boots that I kicked off. "Goodnight Tami." I hugged and kissed her. "Goodnight sweety." She kissed back. I got into the room and let out a long sigh. I looked over at Nikki who took off his blue and gold jacket and threw it on the floor and was comfortably sleeping on my bed. I crawled on my bed and shook him. "Nikki." I whispered "Nikki you have to go once Tamara goes to bed."

"Mmmm no." He says snuggling into my pillow. Well what more could I do I guess he's spending the night. I got up and turned the light off then grabbed shorts and a tank top and changed into them. I got into my bed and layed beside him and just stared at him. I starting to caress his cheek all the way to his jaw and he squirmed a bit. He then opened his beautiful green eyes and looked at me.

"Can you promise me something princess?" he whispered

"promise you what?" I whispered back.

"Promise me that when you come of age and I get my shit together that you'll be my girl. That you'll be mine and only mine?" I nodded with a smile. "No I need to hear you say it so I know there's hope." "I promise to be yours Nikki." I smiled. He leaned over and kissed the top of my head then pulled me closer to him. I snuggled tight agaisnt him and we went to sleep in each others arms.

The next day I woke up, and my eyes went wide when I realized Nikki was still in my bed. I dont know if he snores alot in his sleep when he's not drunk. But he certainly snored alot last night. I barely slept. I turned over to look at him. He looked like an angel. His messy hair was all over my pillows. I didn't want to wake him, but I know I had to. I nugded him to wake him up a bit. But he didn't even move. So then I decided after what he he did yesterday by making me hurt my butt cheek when I fell, payback seemed fair. I lifted myself into sitting position on the bed with my feet on his torso and my hands positioned behind me to give me a good balance. I pulled my legs towards me then gave him one big kick off the bed. He rolled off hitting his body on the ground and his head on the small dresser beside my bed. Woops!

"Ow you bitch, what the fuck!" He shouted on the ground. Where I couldn't see him.

"Hahahahahaha pay back hurts dosen't it."

"Fuck you."

"Now now Mr.Sixx no swearing." I chuckled.

He got up and climbed back onto the bed sitting and holding his head.

"You snore a lot."

"So I'm told." He looked at me with a smile.

"You have to go Nik."

"So your not even gonna make me breakfast. What kind of girl doesn't make breakfast for her man when he spends a night." He moves closer to me and I push away. "First off I would never make you breakfast especially when your capable of doing it your self. And second I'm not your girl." I say pointing to myself.

"Yet." Nikki says with a full on smile plastered on his face.

"I gotta use your washroom to piss. And where are my boots?" He asks getting off the bed scratching his untamed hair. I got off the bed and grabbed the plastic bag I put them in and gave them to him. He grabbed them and put them on.

"Look Nik pee in your pants or pee outside but you need to go now before Tammi catches you." I pleaded.

"Alright fine fine." He picks up his jacket and walks towards the door.

"Wait let me check first." I poke my head out to see if the coast is clear. And then signal him to come. I push him out the door fast, then run to the kitchen to grab the garbage.

"What's the garbage for, it's not even full?" He asks.

"I'm pretending like I'm throwing it away." I start giggling because he's looking at me like I'm a little devil.

"Oh babe you and me are gonna get along just fine." He says as he puts his arm around me to start walking. "So can I see you later on?"

"Sure, I'm heading back to Canada for a couple of weeks tomorrow. And I wont be back till March 11. Cause I have a photo shoot with Sports Illustrated Magazine on the 12 in the morning."

"Wow, so I need to take you somewhere special. That way you'll think of me while your away." We stopped by the elevator and he turned me to face him. Nikki could make a girls knees buckle in a second that's how good looking he was. But I kept trying to remind my self that he was no good. He could never be the man I would want him to be. But then again he did ask me to keep that promise. And he did say when he gets his "ish" together. So who knows.

"Um so I'll pick you up later?" He scratches his head and looks down at his shoes.

"Ok." I smile.

He pushes the elevator button and it comes up. We wave each other good bye. I'm not sure what this is between Nikki and I. But what ever it is, he's got me thinking about him more. A lot more. _________

I sat waiting for Nikki. He had called to say he was going to come at 3:30. It was now 4:26. I started pacing around my room. When ever I would hear the phone ring I would run to it hoping that it was him but then get disappointed when it wasn't. I started thinking about last night. What me and Nikki talked about, I did really like him. But I dont like the whole groupies, drugs, and bad boy stuff. If I was to have any future with him a lot would have to change. But also I'm still young so for me to even be thinking about these things is weird. I should be thinking about chilling with friends, sleepovers, and gossiping. But I wasn't, I didnt have any friends here in LA. Maybe that's why when ever Nikki would come around I would tag along with him. Cause the truth is I felt lonely. Nikki isn't good for me but he's the only one I have to talk to, besides Tamara. And shes always working. I had Theresa as well, but because she was fired I have no idea where she is and if she would even talk to me.

4:40 pm

I called Nikki's number again and there was no answer.

5:30 pm

Tamara called she said she would be coming back late. I hope Nikki calls.

6:15 pm

Nikki called and apologized. At least he did call. He said he'll be here by 6:30 so thats great. It means he didn't forget about me.

9:00 pm

I sat in front of the TV blankly staring at it. I couldn't tell you what was on cause I didn't really care. I just heard noises. Yelling, screaming, and someone saying please dont kill me. I sat there for another 10 minutes and then turned the TV off and went to bed. Nikki wasn't coming.

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When your husband presents a week long vacation on a tropical island 3,875 miles away from your everyday civilization, it seems like an absolutely flawless plan.

Until your husband is so incoherent from drug binging the whole week prior to your trip that he can't even get his own bag packed...or hold much of a conversation.

I decided not to go, even though I'd be kinda miserable without him for a whole week, and left him and Robbin to it.

I didn't feel like taking a week to observe even more of Nikki's reckless habits.

My body's comfortably enveloped by warmth and pulsing jets that leave not an inch of tension in my body for the first time in months.

The only sound there is, is the bubbling of the hot tub as Tansy, Sharise, and I, treat ourselves to an entirely empty mansion while Nikki's away.

"This is great." Tansy vocalizes in a sigh, her sky blue eyes closed while her blonde bombshell waves are pinned on top of her head.

"No Vince screaming at the TV at a ball game, no aggravation out of boredom, no arguments..." Sharise exhales from her place in a lounging chair on the pool's deck.

"...No stepping on needles, no smell of booze or vomit. Just peace." I add in the same, relaxed tone.

"Viv!" Tommy blares from the back door.

"Baby!" Vince's voice follows.

"Tans!" Sparkie's next.

"If we ignore them, they'll go away." I mumble, the three of us not making any moves, pretending we can't hear them.

Once we hear their footsteps approaching on the concrete of the pool deck, I let out a groan.

"Why can't they be 3,875 miles away?" I ask myself aloud, picking my head up and looking at them. "What is it?" I ask them, pulling my sunglasses down my nose to look at them.

"Vince is having a party tonight." Tommy tells me excitedly.

"And?" I reply, smartly.

"And we want you guys to come." He tells me, nudging my arm with his boot. "Well, Sharise, you're already gonna be there, so, but Viv, Tansy, you need to come."

"Why on God's green Earth, would I voluntarily submerge myself in to a booze, drug, and sex obsessed enviroment?" I ask them.

"Well, you married Nikki, so it wouldn't be the first time you've done it." Tommy says cautiously and I glare at him.

"When is this party?" I sigh out, not feeling like arguing.

"Tonight." Vince tells us.

Tansy, Sharise, and I exchange looks.

"Fine." I agree.

A party I assumed would only last a night, went on for four days.

By day three, Nikki was waltzing through the door, Jack in hand, and a shit eating smirk as if he were home.

"Vince, why am I answering this?" I rub the bridge of my nose.

"Theologically, speaking, Viv." He slurs, from his spot on the couch. "Dream threesome. Two girls, two guys, a girl and a guy, whatever wets your pussy. Go." He shoots and I raise my brows.

"I don't know." I admit.

"Oh, come on!" He groans out, frustrated. "Forget you're married, Nikki Sixx doesn't exist in this parallel universe, you're not God fearing, you just have a shot to select your dream team threesome. Who're you choosing?"

"David Lee Roth, Joan Jett." I reply honestly.

"Really?" Vince sounds disappointed and I raise a brow.

"Were you expecting me to say you and someone else?" I question, knowing damn well he was.

Sharise raises her brows at Vince, daring him to say something and causing me, Tansy, Tommy, and Razzle to chuckle.

"Nope." He lies, smiling innocently at his pregnant wife.

"What about you, Tansly?" Razzle nudges her with his elbow, mispronouncing her name, as always.

She's corrected him more times than we can count, but she's stopped fixing him the past few weeks.

I think she's fond of the little pet name.

She blows smoke past her red lips, heeled feet on Sparkie's lap, as she thinks for a moment.

"Billy Idol, Lenny Kravits..." She says, her eyes falling on me. "And Viv."

I don't pay any attention to her suggestion because I know she's on a cocktail of coke, heroin and ludes, and I'm suprised she's even awake.

"Jesus, it's a threesome, Tans, not a orgy." Tommy laughs, taken by surprise.

"I have three perfectly good holes and a talented tongue. Go big or go home." She shrugs, putting out her cigarette.

Tansy talked a big game, but she despised group activities in terms of sex.

She would play her part if she was asked to join one, or if Sparkie suggested she put on a good show for his buddies, but she'd have to get stoned out of her mind, borderline comatose, in order to follow through with it.

One thing Nikki did right, even in his worst point on heroin, he always protected Tansy the best he could.

He turned on Sparkie like a rabid dog in the Summer of '87, after Tansy had to get stitches in her vagina because she passed out at a party she was throwing at her beach house, and Sparkie let his sick-fuck friends practically mutilate her by attempting to fit a Jack Daniels bottle into her unconscious body.

The bottle busted in their attempt and sliced her up so badly, some of the glass went through her and missed her left fallpian tube by the thickness of a quarter.

Tansy had us as her emergency contacts, and I was helping Sharise with Skylar when the hospital called our house and Nikki, being the only one home, answered and then came and picked me up.

The doctor explained it, and Nikki and I figured it was a kinky thing Tansy and Sparkie were trying out.

When she woke up after being repaired, she told Nikki the last thing she remembered before blacking out.

I remember coming back from the vending machine to see Nikki slamming Sparkie's head into the wall of the waiting room, screaming that he was going to "fucking kill him", getting in three good punches before I got him off of him.

Sparkie didn't press charges because he knew what he and his friends did to Tansy would have come out.

To her mom, the rest of Mötley Crüe, her friends, and her husband now, it was just a weird thing she tried out for pleasure and it didn't go too well.

I suppose if Sparkie were still alive, and Axl found out the truth of what really happened to his wife's reproductive system that was nearly jeopardized, he would track him down and finish what Nikki started that night.

I'm about to get up and go get some more water just as a familiar voice exclaims, "Honey, I'm home!"

Nikki's standing at the top of the stairs from the foyer, his arms exposed by his t-shirt turned tank top, his legs wrapped in black denim, arms open wide, Jack in his right hand, and his smile gleaming.

He must have had a really, really good trip.

He was surrounded by drugs, booze and topless women the whole time...he had fun.

I've gotten over being mad at him the past few days, and despite enjoying the quiet house, I've missed him.

Tommy's jumping over the couch, like a puppy seeing his owner return after a trip, nearly tackling him, and Nikki and him are both laughing excitedly to be back together to raise hell as the Terror Twins once more.

Once Tommy's had his turn, Nikki's pulling me into him, his arm looping around my neck as he pulls my lips to his.

I eagerly accept, our tongues dancing together.

"Aww." Tommy pipes.

"Get a room!" Vince orders from his place on the couch, over the loud music and chatter of his guests, sounding grossed out.

Nikki pulls away from me after a moment, smirking down at me before peppering my face in kisses, causing me to giggle.

"I've missed you." He tells me once he's done, squeezing me in a tight hug.

I'm kind of shocked he's admitting that, but I hug him equally as tight.

"Okay, cute, but now the real party starts." Vince cuts us up, handing Nikki a bindle of blow and his hazel eyes glitter that look he gets when he knows he's bound for trouble.

I went home that night to shower, recharge, and went back early the next morning to see almost everyone was still up from the night before, including Nikki.

Hanoi Rocks is passed out in the living room floor with half dressed women all over them. Tansy's naked and unconscious on the kitchen counter with Tommy, covered up with Tommy's jacket and a blanket Sharise drapped over her legs.

Sparkie's still up with Nikki and Vince, and Mick is asleep and minding his own business in one of the guest bedrooms.

I'm stepping over strangers that are littered on the floor, and sitting next to Nikki on his spot of the couch, closing my eyes and leaning my head against his bicep as he and Vince talk about the upcoming album.

He doesn't skip a beat as he goes on about the concept he wants for the cover, lifting the arm I'm resting on to wrap it around me, and lean back, allowing me to lay on his chest.

I curl my legs close to me to lay down on the couch and take up his silent offer, wrapping my arm around his abdomen, and drifting off.

Nikki was very affectionate and sweet when he wanted to be back then.

I wake up around the same time everyone else does, 8:00 at night.

Vince showers and changes clothes while me and Sharise clean up around people because the house is a wreck.

By the time we're done, Nikki's waking up from where he was passed out on the couch with me, and rubbing his eyes.

Mick's even joined the party, too, and I also notice that Tom Zutaut is here as well.

"Draw four." Tansy tells Razzle as she's criss-cross-applesauce at my feet as she and him are using the coffee table to play Uno.

"Wait a minute, I don't wanna draw four." Razzle argues with her.

"Razz, you gotta. It's how you play the game." She explains and he scoffs.

"You ain't gotta tell me how to play the game, I know very well how to play Uno. It's Uno. Uno means 'one'. Why fuck would I draw four when the game is called 'one'?" He asks her, his accent adding humor to his slightly booze induced argument.

"The game's called 'Uno' because whoever has only one card left, is closest to winning." Mike explains, brushing his fluffy blonde hair from his face.

"That's a bit stupid, isn't it?" Razzle replies. "Life's like one big fucking game of Uno. You're dealt more than what you were under the impression of getting when you signed up to bloody play to begin with."

He draws his four cards as Tansy and I try not to laugh.

"It's a game, Razz." I chuckle out, glancing to my right to see Nikki strategically lining coke up in the shape of a cross.

He glances at me to gauge my reaction and I raise an unamused brow as he just throws a wink at me before snorting it.

Mick sits down next to Nikki and I, sighing out in pain.

"God damn." He mumbles and Tommy and I exchange looks.

"You okay there, Mick?" Tommy asks him.

"Yeah. My back hurts from carrying this tour." Mick replies smartly, causing all of us to laugh.

Once Nikki's snorted his blow, he takes the paper he rolled into a straw and licks the remains of white powder off it.

I pretend not to notice his desperate attempt to get every bit of it in his system.

"Mick." Nikki says, nudging Mick, motioning to Vince who's getting friendly with a pretty blonde girl, obviously with ulterior motives in mind. "Hey, are you in the band?" Nikki mimics what he assumes the girl is saying to Vince.

"What do you fuckin' think?" Mick replies mimicking Vince and once again, we're all cackling.

Sharise is now standing next to Vince as he introduces her to the other woman.

"Have you met my wife Sharise? Do you wanna have a threesome?" Tom jokes next, mocking Vince's voice like Mick did but goofier sounding and it's like someone cut the track on a record.

Even Tansy turns around to shoot daggers at him along with Nikki and I.

"Tom, what the fuck is wrong with you man?" Nikki asks sternly, taking him off guard. "She's fucking pregnant, man." He motions to her. "That's fucked up."

It's obvious Tom feels guilty for saying it, but Nikki's suddenly laughing and hitting him in the shoulder. "No, I'm just fucking with you, man. I'm just fucking with you." Nikki assures him and Tom lets out a sound of relief and laughs. "But don't be a fucking dick." He sternly says again, serious this time, pointing at him. "Look at her, she's fucking pregnant, man."

"Don't be a dick, Zutaut." Mick advises, crossing his hands over his chest and laying down.

"Alright, sorry." Tom mumbles as Nikki picks his bottle of Jack back up.

"I win!" I hear Razzle yell, his arms raised in victory, cigarette hanging from his lips. "Choke on that you fuckin'..." he trails off, trying to think of an insult to jokingly throw at Tansy and she just blinks at him, waiting to hear it. "...I can't think of anything because you're perfect and I don't want to plant any bad seeds in your mind so I'll just except the money you owe me and we'll leave it at that." He decides aloud and Tansy reaches for her purse and pulls out fifty dollars.

"A dollar for the number of rounds it's taken you to finally beat me." She hands it to him.

They've been playing Uno ever since he arrived the first night of this party, four days ago.

He's worked hard for this single win.

I would've appreciated his wide, proud smile as he tucked the cash into his pocket, if I had known it would have been the last time I ever got to see it.

"Tans, can you grab something from my trunk?" Nikki asks about an hour later, digging in his pocket for his keys and she nods.

"Can I drive your car?" She raises her brows, smiling innocently.

"With what license?" He counters.

"Touché." She replies taking the keys from him, and he mumbles in her ear what he needs and she nods, stepping out.

Razzle and Tommy flip through Tansy's Miss December issue, each of them holding it open, discussing the girls like food critics pointing out good and bad elements of a dish.

"Is it just me, or does Tansly have a birthmark shaped like a saxophone on her bum?" Razzle points at something, I assume Tansy's ass.

"She does." Me, Tommy, Vince, Nikki and Sparkie, all reply at the same time and look at each other, before they look at me.

"How do you know that?" Vince asks, suggestively, and I cross my arms.

"We see each other naked all the time." I explain, plucking the magazine from Tommy and Razzle. "Not to mention her ass is plastered in almost every issue."

Tansy's coming back with Nikki's keys in no time, handing them off to him, before handing him a brown paper bag I know has gear in it.

"Viv, can you go get me some food?" Sharise asks me politely and I ignore Nikki dismissing himself to the bathroom, Tansy following, as I look up at her. "I'm having a craving." She adds and I nod.

"What do I need to get you?"

I'll be honest, when she gave me specific instructions to go to Dairy Queen, get chilli cheese fries and a swirl of vanilla icecream on top of them, I was judging.

But when I was knocked up...I was eating fried mozarella sticks with peanut butter, hot wings with watermelon, mustard with club crackers, and white peas with mayonaise.

"Ew..." I mumble, coming down the road, the smell of chilli and vanilla not mixing well as the odor continues to stain Nikki's corvette.

I look down at the cupholder to grab my Pepsi, and I look back up, about to meet the back of a car that's stopped dead in the tracks of a car pile up.

"Fuck!" I say harshly, my feet hounding the break, the tires squealing to a hault last minute, missing the car in front of me by inches.

I take a few deep breaths, hearing ambulance sirens blaring past me.

My hand opens the door, my brows furrowed slightly.

Traffic is now stopped on both sides, and I shut the door, looking towards the accident up the road.

Others are getting out of their cars, checking on each other, I don't think anyone is this particular pile up is badly injured.

"What's the matter?!" A man a few cars behind shouts out.

A woman about ten cars ahead turns to look in my direction, able to see the problem better in the night.

"Car wreck!" She replies and I let out a breath, relieved I know it's not Nikki.

Tears come to my eyes.

"Oh, God, be with them, please." I mumble, wiping my eyes.

"Some hot shot in a sports car!" Another man ahead of me pipes.

A heavy feeling that weighs my soul down invades my body.

"W-What kind of car is it?!" I ask him over the sound of more people getting out of their cars and talking.

"...Uh, Pantera, I think!" The second the words leave his mouth, something in me tells me to run.

My heels are lost to the pavement as I take off as fast as my bear feet and legs will take me, turning the bend to see Vince's red Pantera, completely crumpled on the passenger side, while the other car involved in the collision is in startling shape as well.

I see Vince sitting on the curb, cut up, blood smattering his hands and clothes.

His blonde hair is covering his face as he shakes, his arms wrapped around his ankles...rocking back and forth, a cry of the deepest fear evading him.

I'm skidding to my knees when I get to him, ignoring the sharp pain shooting through my skin at the action.

"Vince, are you okay?" I ask him frantically, making him look up at me.

He looks so disoriented.

I smell alcohol on him without even trying to.

"I—I...Razzle and I—"

"—Razzle? Razzle was with you?" I try to stay calm, seeing police pulling up to join the ambulances and firetrucks.

"It came outta nowhere...I..." He trails off.

"Vince, where's Razzle?" I ask, starting to panic.

No answer.

"Where's Razzle, Vince?" I repeat, tears filling my eyes.

"He fell asleep, they got him out." He tells me, nearly incoherently, and I look around frantically to see if Razzle is anywhere to be seen.

I only see one of his high-top Chuck Taylor's sitting in the middle of the glass and blood painted pavement.

"Viv?!" Tommy's voice is panicked, probably thinking I was apart of the accident.

I turn to see him, Sharise, the party guests...

Vince's house is just up the road, they probably heard the commotion.

The guests are gawking at the accident with the people caught in the stopped traffic, while Sharise and Tommy are coming towards us.

"Ma'am, I'm gonna ask you to get away from the suspect." A police officer is saying, pulling me up and I furrow my brows.

"Suspect of what?" I demand sharply, seeing another officer approach Vince with a breathalizer.

"Possibly three murders. Depending on how good the doctors are." He replies blatantly and my heart sinks to my stomach.

I allow him to lead me away, seeing Vince being pushed into the back of a police car while the doors of the ambulances are shut, Razzle in one of them.

I turn to look forward, my eyes catching on Michael, Andy, Nasty, and Sami, now moved to the front of the crowd, the various shades of red, blue and white lights reflecting in their glassy eyes.

Nicholas "Razzle" Dingley was declared dead after nearly three hours in surgery, with surgeons that tried everything they could.

Waiting in complete silence with Tommy, Sharise, and four members of a band who were waiting to hear their drummer would be okay, only for a doctor to come out covered in blood, speaking the words, "your buddy Razzle didn't make it," completely broke something in me, that still has yet to be repaired, and probably won't ever be until I see him again.

I held it together as long as I could while Tommy, Sharise, and the remaining members of Hanoi Rocks went through a roller coaster of emotions before I decided I needed to make a getaway.

"Where you going?" Tommy asks me, sniffling as I stand up, grabbing my purse and my jacket.

"Getting Nikki and Tansy." I tell him.

"Well...they were passed out when we all left." He tells me and I let out a breath.

"I'll go check on them." I mumble.

It's obvious to him that I'm avoiding being here, and he gently grasps my hand.

"Viv, it's gonna be alright." He assures me even though it sounds like he's trying to convince himself.

I want to say: "Hanoi Rocks and Mötley Crüe are done with. Razzle's dead. Vince will get sent to prison. Everything Michael, Andy, Nasty, Sami, Razzle, Nikki, Mick, Vince, and you have worked your asses off for, is gone. It's not alright, and it won't be for a long, long time."

But I just give him my best smile and nod, and head for the car.

I got back to Vince's, taking Sharise with me. She was terrified. There she was, pregnant, promised the world by the man she loved and trusted...and he fucked it up and screwed her over.

"Sharise, I know it's a lot, but you gotta calm down." I tell her softly as we park in the driveway.

She's been sobbing ever since the doctor announced Razzle's death.

"I don't know what he expects me to do with this!" She outbursts, her eyes screwed shut as what's left of her makeup runs down her puffy, tear soaked face. "I don't know what to do, Vivian, I don't know what to...oh, God..." Another sob rocks through her as her hand is grasping mine as tight as it can, her knuckles turning white.

I love Vince. I love Tommy. I love Nikki. But they were pros at dealing their significant others fucked up cards, leaving us to pick up the pieces, accept the consequences of their actions—because they sure as fuck never accepted consequences for themselves—and repair whatever it was that they broke.

I go inside to find Nikki and Tansy, stumbling upon them in a guest bedroom, needles scattered, coke and heroin among them, and they're knocked out.

They don't know what they're going to wake up to.

I leave them in whatever high bliss they have left to escape to before reality hits them like a train.

Sharise insists on being alone to "think a lot of shit through."

I just need a fucking place to fall apart.

I could go home, but I don't like being by myself, especially not like this.

Robbin's probably in the same blacked out state as Nikki and Tansy...

But I know who isn't.

Looking back, this is probably the seed that grew it all.

The second the cheaply painted door swings open to reveal a half-awake Duff, in nothing but boxers, rubbing at his sleep filled eyes.

"V-Viv?" He asks, confused. "What're you doing here?"

Tears topple from my eyes and he seems to wake up quickly.

"Viv, what's wrong?"

It hits me at once.

A wave of grief.

My aunt, my two babies, Razzle, Hanoi Rocks, and Mötley Crüe's future...all dead.

A cry cracks past my lips as pain radiates through my chest, causing the muscles to tense and tighten, constricting against my heart as if attempting to protect it.

The sheer weight of all of it—such incredible people losing their bandmate, Vince sitting in a cell knowing he has one of his friend's blood on his hands, the fact that Nikki will wake up eventually and find the dream he had for his band is in shambles, the thought of Razzle's family and friend's getting the phone call that the only way he's coming back home is to be laid to rest—brings me to my knees.

Arms are wrapping around me before I can fall, guiding me into the apartment lit by a dim lamp in the corner, before the door shuts and we're both brought to the floor.

My head aches as more despair is vented out in tears and near shrieks, muffled by the bare skin of his chest.

He doesn't ask anymore questions, he just holds me tightly to him, rocking soothingly, his long legs splayed on either side of me as he keeps mumbling, "I'm sorry."

It doesn't take long before I'm hearing his voice crack thickly, holding back his own tears.

It was the first heart break of many in which my own husband was too fucked up to even know what was going on, or too pissed off at me to give a fuck, leaving Duff to step up and be what Nikki couldn't.

#nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mötley crüe #douglas booth #daniel webber #colson baker #the dirt #the dirt movie

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Love and Leather /part thirty one/

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A/N: Enjoy! thanks to @itsclaranotcarla for helping with this one when i was stuck.

Warnings: language, violence, drug use, super duper angsty

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Vanity’s head hung low as she sat handcuffed in the back of the cop car. She looked out the window, seeing Doc and Nikki in the face of a cop yelling, knowing that it was making everything worse.

“I’m so fucking dead, moms gonna kill me.” Vanity mumbled to herself as she wiped her tear soaked cheek on her shirt. Groaning in pain as her jaw was throbbing, at least no teeth were loose.

She had gotten herself into a fight with Josie after the concert that security nor the band could break up. Honestly? It was long over due as Josie had been tormenting her the whole month and it finally bubbled over. Every single day and night she was in her face pushing every single button she could, but today was particularly worse then the rest....

*flashback*

I was currently in my hotel room getting ready for the adventure of the night with Josie. Her and I have been somewhat getting along, mainly because Nikki asked me to be friendly so he could leave her with me when he wanted to get his dick wet, I was being someone what of a fucked up wingman, or wingwoman for him.

“This is so cute! Is it okay if I wear it tonight?” I looked at her reflection from the mirror as I was curling my hair, “What is it?” I turned around, seeing her clasp the bracelet Nikki gave me around her wrist.

“N-no, you cant wear that...it’s important to me.” I explained, she let out a huff, “I’ll take care of it, I promise.” She tried coaxing me, but I shook my head, “Take it off Josie, you can wear something else.” I ordered, “Fine.” She said, quickly unclasping, tossing it onto the counter I was sitting in front of.

“Didn’t mommy and daddy teach you to share?” She asked, I glared at her through the mirror, “Yes, but that’s important to me...it’s from Nikki.” I explained, my lips turning into a smirk as I watched her facial expression twist into anger.

“When did he get you that?” She asked, sitting down next to me, “Uh..Christmas...it’s not that big of a deal.” I replied, turning off the curling iron as I looked at her, “I didn’t even get any fucking jewelry for Christmas from him.” She pouted, “He didn’t get me anything!” She shouted, I bit on my lip as a way to keep my laughter in.

“I mean I’m sure he shared his drugs with you!” I said, a laugh slipping out by accident, “It’s not fucking funny, Vanity! I’m his girlfriend so why is he buying you nice things instead of me!” She questioned, arms crossing against her obnoxiously fake tits, “Dunno.” I shrugged, and started to do my make up until she grabbed the brush from my hands and throwing it on the floor.

“Back off Vanity, I see the way you two look at each other.” She growled, as I bent down and picked up the brush, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I explained, “Look Josie, me an nikki are just friends-“ “I know you guys used to fuck around, Vince told me.” She stated, I rolled my eyes, “Yes, used too...that is the key phrase in the sentence-“ she cut me off yet again.

“Then how come I found your clothes at his house on Christmas...more specifically a red thong and that hoodie.” She said, pointing to the sweater that was on the hotel bed.

I stared at her as she got in my face, “Stay away from him.” She warned, walking out the hotel door before slamming it shut. I quickly picked up the glass of wine I was drinking, throwing it at the door in return.

*end flashback*

I looked up as the cop had came over and opened up the door, “Get out, let’s go.” He said as I drunkenly stumbled out of the car. He forcefully turned me around, “All you fucking rockstars are the same and think you can get away with everything.” He grumbled as he unlocked the handcuffs, “You’re boyfriend talked up a good game.” He said, pointing to Nikki, “He’s not my boyfriend.” I retorted, “Whatever, get out of my sight.” He replied, before slamming the door of the patrol car.

I looked at the other cop car, seeing Josie sitting and balling her eyes out. I diverted my eyes to Tommy as he walked up and put his jacket around me, “You alright?” He said, handing me a cigarette and fixing my hair. I nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine T-bone.” I said, leaning into his chest as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

Doc started walking towards us, face bright as a tomato and if you could see it there would be smoke blowing out of his ears, “Are you fucking serious! Do you know how much trouble everyone could of gotten into!” He yelled in my face, “Do you know what you could’ve put everyone through if the cops took one step on that fucking bus! Do you Vanity!?” He continued to scream.

“It’s her fault too!! She’s been in my fucking face all night!! I told her to leave me alone! I didn’t just attack her for no reason! And she put her hands on me first Doc! I just defended myself!” I yelled back at him.

“You know better Vanity! She is just a fucking groupie! You know better then that they are always trying to get a rise out of the girls that actually mean something to the guys! She’s a fucking junkie who is just after their money! You should’ve known better!” He said, pointing his finger at my face.

“She wouldn’t stop Doc...she’s been like this ever since we left Miami and-“ “why didn’t you say anything! I would of thrown her off myself!!”

I shrugged, “I didn’t want to be a child and tell on her! Do you know how stupid that sounds?!” I shouted back at him, “You’re off the tour, Vanity.” Doc said, “What no! Doc, c’mon!” He shook his head as he stood his ground, “Pack your things, you’re going home tomorrow.”

“She isn’t going home! Send Josie home instead!” Tommy yelled, jumping to my defense. “They’re both going home! They are both too big of a distraction to you guys!” Doc yelled as I rolled my eyes, “Send Josie home! It’s her fault! This whole fucking night she’s been trying to get under her skin!” Tommy continued to yell, “It happened at dinner! Then backstage after the concert! She’s been doing it all night!”

“Well why doesn’t Sixx do anything?” Tommy and I both looked at each other and groaned, “He’s too busy slamming fucking needles into his body to give a shit about anything!!” I yelled back at him, feeling tears of anger start to form. I was feeling the need to destroy everything in my path.

“Well-“ Doc cleared his throat, “What happened at dinner?” I smirked, rolling my eyes as Tommy began to explain for me...

*flashback*

We were sitting around the dinning table with all the record label and some other important people. I was sitting next to Nikki and Tommy, as Vince and Mick were sitting across from me and Josie was in the middle of them. She was glaring at me the whole time as she was late arriving to dinner, wonder if those fresh track marks have anything to do with it? But she didn’t seem to care that much after a while as she started chatting up Vince.

“You look really beautiful, doll.” Nikki whispered into my ear as he had an arm wrapped around the back of my chair and his thumb was brushing against my shoulder.

I looked down at the dress I was wearing, it was an off white shade that had jewels along the bust line, “Thank you. I just got it today when you guys were doing soundcheck.” I said, looking up at him as he smiled at me. It warmed my heart as I haven’t seen him smile in a while. “You look good too.” I returned the compliment as he playfully rolled his eyes.

“Well what about me?” Tommy asked with a mouth full of bread, earning a glare from Nikki. I smiled at him, cupping his jaw, “Handsome as ever T-bone.” I told him as he gave me a huge grin.

Nikki’s hand gripped my thigh signaling he wanted my attention again, “How about you and I go have some fun real quick?” He suggested as his fingers trailed up and down my thigh. I grabbed his wrist to stop him from going any further, “N-No.” I said shakily, he smirked when he heard my hesitation.

“Bet you miss how good I fuck you.” He whispered into my ear, “Nikki, stop.” I whispered, taking his hand away from my leg and putting it on his own.

“She’s too high to notice anything..” Nikki said, motioning over to Josie, “Yeah, and what about you? Hm?” I snapped at him while raising an eyebrow.

“Actually, if you paid attention you’d know I haven’t touched it in a week...but since you’ve been avoiding-“ “I have not been avoiding you.” I quickly shut him down as he let out a chuckle

“Actually you have been avoiding him.” Tommy butted in, “Eat your food and mind your business.” I whispered shouted at Tommy.

“I got your back Sixx.” Tommy said, as they gave each other a high five. I groaned as I took a sip of my wine, almost choking on it as Nikki put his hand in between my legs.

“I will break your hand.” I warned him, as he gave me a devilish grin, “No you won’t.” He replied with a sweet innocent smile as his fingers pushed the thin material aside.

I grabbed his hand as he quickly put two fingers inside of me, “I love how wet you get for me.” He whispered into my ear as he moved his fingers slowly inside of me. I bit my lip as I looked up at him, “Actually thinking of someone else.” I teased him, resulting in his fingers sliding in deeper which caused a literal knee jerk reaction as my knee hit the table, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Sorry..” I said out loud as Nikki tried too hide his laugh.

As dessert was being served, Nikki had caused me to become a dripping wet mess between the movements of his fingers and the dirty things he was saying into my ear. He took his fingers out of me and slyly brought them up to his mouth and licked them clean, causing my eyes to widen.

“Sweeter than the dessert will ever be.” He said as we both started laughing, “Would you shut up? I can’t hear Vince.” Josie said from across the table, “Blame your boyfriend.” I said, running my nails through his hair as I smiled at her only for her face to turn red in anger.

“Oh thank you.” I kindly smiled at the server as she put the dessert in front of me, only to be caught off guard by cold, red wine spilling on me.

“Oh whoops, I am so very sorry, Vanity.” Josie said, as I stood up and glared at her, “Here.” Nikki said trying to help me clean up the liquid, “You ruined my dress!” I shouted at her,

“It was an accident.” She said full of smiles. The white dress was now splotchy with red stains, “Nikki, my dress.” I whined like bratty child but I didn’t care, I really liked this one.

“I’ll get another one for you princess, okay?” He tried calming me down, “No you won’t! Stop catering to her!” Josie yelled in front of everyone, “Josie, knock it off.” Nikki snapped, trying to keep his tone down in front of his record label.

“I’m just gonna go get changed, I will see everyone at the concert.” I said, Nikki sighed, apologizing to me with just a look as I left

*end flashback*

“So you think just because she accidentally spilled wine across the table and it got on your dress, she is out to get you?” Doc asked, crossing his arms against his chest as he gave me a stern look.

I rolled my eyes, “Well when you put it like that it sounds dumb! She also offered me heroin tonight as well!! And tried to give me coke but it was actually smack!” I shouted,

“Yeah dude it wasn’t cool! She doesn’t do well on smack.” Tommy pointed out. Doc groaned as he rubbed his face.

*flashback*

I had calmed down after dinner as I changed into denim skinny jeans and a Mötley Crüe t-shirt I had cut into a crop top. I realized that it was just a dress and I could buy another one if I wanted too, it is just a materialistic item and it does not matter.

“Hey.” I looked over at Josie as she sat next to me on the couch of the boys dressing room, “I’m sorry about dinner, it was an accident.” She said, I nodded, “It’s fine, accidents happen, right?” I said, she smiled.

“So What was Nikki telling you?” She questioned, I cocked my head to the side as I looked at her, “Huh?” I asked rather confused. She rolled her eyes, “Why do you act dumb?” I laughed, and shook my head.

“You asked a very vague question, Nikki has told me lots of things.” I explained, “I mean at dinner, he was whispering in your ear and I didn’t like it.” I stared at her for a moment, trying to think of what I could tell her.

“We were just talking and it was loud..no biggie.” I said with a shrug of the shoulders.

“Fine...do you want some?” She asked, as she dug through her purse and pulled out a small black zip up bag.

I stared as I watched her prepare everything. The needle, the spoon, the lighter, the cotton ball, and for some weird reason lemon juice.

“Nikki showed me the lemon juice, you cook the smack in it.” She said as I continued to watch her prepare it. When she was done she held the needle in front of me between her fingers.

“You want some?” She questioned, “Think of it as a peace offering.” Josie smiled as she fumbled with it, “Uh...” was all I could muster out.

“Yo, Sixx isn’t gonna be too happy if he finds out you gave Van heroin.” Tommy butted in, “Shut up, Shes a grown adult she can make the decision herself, here..take it.” She said forcing the needle into my hand as I grabbed it.

I looked at it, the golden liquid bubbled inside of it, “No..I’m okay.” I said trying to give it back to her, but she wouldn’t take it.

“No, no...c’mon don’t be a pussy. Just try it. You might like it.” She continued to egg me on, “No, do you have coke?” I asked, putting the needle in her lap.

“Y’know what, I do.” She said, digging through her so called drug bag and pulling out a vial of white powder.

“Here’s your peace offering, some of my coke.” She said, putting it on a tray, evening out some lines and handing it to me. “Vacuum that mess up.” She said laughing, and handing me a straw.

“What are you doing!!!” Nikki yelled, dropping his bass to the floor as he walked across the room and took the tray from my hand, “Nik-“ I tried talking to him, but he started yelling at her.

“Why would you fucking give her this, Josie!!” Nikki shouted, “Nikki...it’s just coke, why are you freaking out!” I yelled at him, “Josie doesn’t do coke!!” Nikki yelled at me as he slammed the tray onto the table, making the powder go everywhere.

“Baby, just relax..it’s just a harmless joke.” Josie replied, “Trying to give her smack is not a harmless joke!! She doesn’t do well on it! She gets sick! God what is wrong with you!” Nikki screamed in her face as Tommy and I awkwardly watched.

“Why do you even fucking care what she does! She shouldn’t be any of your god damn concern, Nikki! If she wants to stick a needle into her arm fucking let her!” Josie shouted as Nikki let out a bitter laugh before he turned his attention to me.

“Doll, do you want to be like me and slam needle after needle into your fucking veins so you hope you feel okay afterwards, but you don’t and you feel ten times worse?” Nikki asked, giving me a stern look as he waited for an answer.

I smirked, “I mean...” I took the tray from his hand, “Last time I did smack, we almost fucked...maybe it could happen again, Sixx.” I said with a sultry tone, looking at him as I licked my lips.

Nikki cleared his throat, taking the tray away from me and shoving it into Josie’s hand, “Don’t ever fucking offer her heroin again, you understand me.” Nikki said, walking towards the door, but stopped when Josie started talking again.

“Oh right, cause little Vanity is such a princess and has everyone wrapped around their finger, god it’s pathetic, you’re fucking pathetic.” Josie spewed her anger out, as she took a step towards me.

“Hey! Knock it off!” Nikki yelled, quickly getting in between us, “No fuck you, Nikki! I’m your fucking girlfriend and yet you wait on her hand and fucking foot! God you’re such a spoiled little rich bitch!” She shouted, shoving Nikki as he stumbled back into me.

*end flashback*

“And that’s how we get here!” I yelled at Doc, motioning towards the cop cars. I stopped when Nikki walked up to us, “They aren’t letting her go till tomorrow when she’s sobered up.” He explained to Doc, “Well Yeah, she kicked a fucking cop, man!” Tommy shouted at Nikki, making him quickly look down at the ground.

“I’m sorry Doc, it’s all my fault.” Nikki said quietly, “Are you okay?” He asked, finally looking at me, but I didn’t say anything in return, “Doll..” he said reaching for my hand but I took it away from him.

“And it just escalated from there? I wasn’t even gone thirty minutes.” Doc asked, “Yeah, Josie put hands on her first...but Vanity...she also got more violent.”

*flashback*

“Fuck you! Don’t fucking push him!” I shouted, trying to get around Nikki but he wasn’t letting me, “Stop!! We aren’t having another one of those ‘Vanity demolishes everything’ moment, alright! Just relax, the both of you!” Nikki yelled, he looked as if he wanted to rip his hair out.

Josie let out a laugh, “Yet here your are, once again coming to her rescue, she bats her eyelashes once and you drop everything for her, you’re pathetic too!” She shouted at him.

“I’m sorry that he cares about me more than he does for you! I’m sorry that he only cares about you when you’re shooting up together! You’re the pathetic one!” I screamed at her, smacking a cup of beer towards her as it got on her shoes.

“Me? The pathetic one?” She let out a laugh, “You follow him around like a lost puppy, just begging for him to give you some sort of attention! You were doing it at dinner!”

I smiled as I looked at him, “Vanity, please don’t say it.” Nikki begged me, I almost listened to him, “Van, it’s gonna make it worse.” For once, Nikki was trying to be the voice of reason.

“I’ve never once had to beg for his attention, even this whole time you guys have been together he’s been fucking me!!” I shouted at her,

“Damnit.” Nikki said under his breath, “Oh and about dinner, Nikki-“

“Vanity!” Nikki yelled my name, I ignored him as I continued, “As you were sitting across from me, trying to get Nikki to pay just a little ounce of attention to you, he was busy finger banging me under the table!!”

I heard Tommy and Vince laugh at themselves, “How did I not notice! I was sitting right next to you!” Tommy shouted, almost sounds disappointed with himself.

“Not only that! He was begging to let him fuck me! What did you say Sixx? Oh yeah that’s right ‘Josie’s to high to notice, let’s just go to the bathroom real quick’, and on top of that! Telling me every little thing..in detail I might add, all the dirty, disgusting things he wants to do to-“

I was quickly cut off when Josie slapped me across the face. There was a collective ‘shit’ between all the guys. I rubbed my cheek, trying to take it all in. Do I react? Or walk away? Do I beat her senseless? Or do I let it go, always knowing I backed down from someone like her.

*end flashback*

I rubbed my jaw, feeling the warmth of the swelling under my palm, “See Doc! It was all Josie! And honestly we should press charges.” Tommy said, “What, no! No! I’m not pressing charges!” I shouted, “Well, why not if she started it?” Doc turned his attention towards me.

“Because! That’s such a dirty move! Can we just drive to the next town please? I want to go to bed.” I said, looking at all three of them. “Fine, Tommy, can you take her please? I’ll go talk to the cops.” Doc said as Tommy pulled me close to him, god he was so fucking warm as I was freezing my ass off.

“Nikki...you’ve done enough, just go to the bus.” Doc said, Nikki sighed as he followed us.

“I have some blow, do you want some?” Tommy offered but I politely declined, “We can watch a movie? Or play a game.” He continued to give me options as we walked on to the bus.

“Just leave her alone, T-bone.” I heard Nikki say, “Turn around, Tommy.” He did as I said as he faced the wall when I stripped down to my bra and underwear, “I don’t think it’s fair that Nikki gets to look, but I don’t.”

I quickly got dressed in sweats and a hoodie as he turned back around when I uncapped a beer. “Cause Nikki does things like finger banging me under a table while his girlfriend sits across from me.” I said as I saw the smirk on his face, I sat down on the couch, facing him.

“I’m sorry for breaking your guitar.” I said with a sigh, remembering the satisfying snap of the wood. Nikki groaned as he rubbed his face, “It’s fine, they can be replaced.”

*flashback*

Of course, my emotions got the best of me as I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her down to the floor, “Get off of me!” She yelled as I repeatedly punched her in the face, “Shit! Alright break it up!” Nikki yelled, wrapping his arms around me and dragging me off of her, pushing me towards Tommy and Vince.

“Girls! Stop!” Tommy shouted as Josie grabbed me by my neck and started hitting me, “No let them continue!” Vince yelled.

“Fuck you Vince!” I yelled, getting distracted as Josie punched me as hard as she could in the jaw, making me stumble to the ground.

“Stop it! Grab your shit we are leaving!” Nikki yelled at Josie as Nikki dragged her away from me and out the door.

“Shit! Vanity! Don’t!” Tommy yelled, when I picked up Nikki’s bass and threw it at the wall, missing Josie by just mere inches.

“You psychotic bitch!” Josie screamed, lunging for me again, “Vanity! What the fuck!!” Nikki yelled, picking up the pieces of the bass not even caring that her and I were fighting again.

“Hey! What is going on!” A security member of the stadium walked in and pulled me off of her, “Fuck you! Get your hands off of me!!” I yelled, spitting in the guards face, as he literally hoisted me over his shoulder, two more guards came in to keep Josie away from me.

“Dispatch was called, some patrols are on their way!” A guard yelled, “oh fucking perfect!” Vince yelled as the guards shoved us all out of the room.

“You stupid cunt!” “I hope they arrest your junkie ass!!” We both yelled at each other as the guards tried keeping us separated, “Doll, just calm down!!” Nikki yelled at me, trying to get in the middle of the guards but they kept pushing him back.

“Calm down!? It’s her fucking fault!” I screamed, kicking a guard in the shin as he let go of me. I quickly grabbed Josie by the hair and yanked her to the concrete floor, seeing red and blue lights glow against the side of the building.

“Break it up!!” A cop yelled at us as they pulled us away. Josie was still combative as I was trying to calm myself down. “Fuck off!” She yelled at another cop, kicking him in the groin.

The cops then began to rough us up, slamming both of us onto the pavement handcuffing our hands behind our back.

“Let’s go!” The cop yelled,as he dragged me over to the cop car, slamming the car door shut.

“Fuck!” I yelled out in frustration, leaning my head against the drivers seat, “I’m so fucking dead.” I mumbled, looking up and seeing two cops carrying Josie into a patrol car, and Doc in Nikki and Tommy’s face screaming at them.

*end flashback*

The the tour bus door slammed open, as Doc and Josie walked in. Nikki quickly got off the couch and walked over to her as Josie broke down in hysterics, oh you got to be fucking kidding me. I bit down on my tongue and looked away from them.

“Everyone go the fuck to bed, the cops will be following us until we hit the border and we’re into Ohio. I don’t want to hear another god damn word from anyone tonight, you got it?!” Doc yelled at everyone, we all nodded in silent.

I sipped on my beer as Doc left and as the bus started moving, “What happened?” Mick asked groggily as he woke up from his post concert nap, “Vanity kicked Josie’s ass, that’s what happened.” Vince said, trying to give me a high five but all he got was a death glare in return.

“She didn’t kick my ass.” Josie snapped, walking out of the back bedroom, “Just stop, please?” Nikki asked her, trying to pull her away from Vince, but she grabbed the cup of liquid that was on the counter, tossing it in his face.

“Oh you stupid bitch.” Vince yelled, wiping his eyes. “No, you aren’t doing anything!” Tommy yelled, wrapping his arms around me so I wouldn’t get off the couch.

“Control your junkie whore, Sixx.” Vince shouted at him, “Such a great fucking idea to bring them! Were you fucking high when you came up with that!” Vince continued to yell at him as he grabbed the napkin I handed to him.

“Can’t choose which one you want to stick your dick in so you just bring them both, awesome fucking idea! You’ve been so full of wonderful fucking ideas lately!” Vince continued to berate Nikki as he stared down at the floor, not bothering to argue back.

“Vince, just leave him alone...it wasn’t any of Nikki’s fault.” I said quietly, earning a scoff from Josie. “It was yours Vanity! All of this is your fault!” Josie raised her voice, as she pointed a finger at me.

“Just calm down.” Tommy said to me, feeling how tense I became under his grip, “God are you fucking him too! You have him wrapped up in your game just like you do with Nikki! And I am sick of it!”

“I am sick of seeing your fucking face everyday! I’m sick of seeing how you look at Nikki! Not just Nikki but any guy that gives you attention! You’re the biggest fucking groupie I’ve ever met!” She continued her verbal assault towards me as everyone, including Mick sat back and watched.

“I’m fine.” I told Tommy, as he slowly unwrapped his arms from around me. I sat up straight and cleared my throat, examining how much beer I had left in the bottle.

“They’re constantly supplying you with the drugs and the alcohol and the fancy parties and the fancy clothes, could only imagine how much money they’ve given you.”

I let out a laugh, taking a swig of my beer, “She thinks I don’t have money.” I said to Tommy, as he tried hiding his laugh as well.

“And the jewelry...oh yeah, this fucking bracelet right here.” She said, snatching the gift from Nikki off the counter. I mentally palmed myself in the face as I didn’t remember to put it away when I took it off earlier

“Give it to me.” I said standing up, trying to grab it from her, but she pulled her arm back, “Nikki.” I said, looking at him for help but he wouldn’t meet my gaze.

“Yeah go ahead, call Nikki for help..c’mon baby, help your little princess.” Josies tone was condescending as she glared at him, “You’ll do anything for her, right? Go ahead, help her Nikki!” She continued to pester him as he stood up and opened up his palm, “Just give me it so I can go to bed.” He demanded, “Now, Josie!”

She rolled her eyes, tossing the bracelet at Nikki’s feet before storming off to the bedroom, “If she doesn’t leave, I will.” I told Nikki as he walked over to me, clasping the bracelet around my wrist. Nikki nodded in understandment as he looked at me, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want it to get this out of hand.”

“I want that whore off my bus, Nikki.” Vince added on, “Alright, man! I got it!” He shouted back at him. “I’ll go home so-“ “No, I don’t want you to go home.” Nikki quietly argued back, “The fight was my fault...I should go home.”

Nikki sighed, shaking his head in frustration as he looked down at me. “What am I gonna do with you?” He asked, a small smile playing on his lips, “Are you gonna fight every girl I date?” I shrugged, “If they aren’t being nice to me, then yeah I will.” He laughed, “Guess I’ll have to date you then, since you can’t beat yourself up.” He laughed nervously, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.

“Ha, no thank you. I’m not doing that ever.” I replied, laughing at his words. He let out a huff, “Goodnight everyone.” Nikki spoke fast as he turned on his heels and closed the bedroom door shut.

I tossed the beer bottle in the trash before grabbing another, “You’re such a bitch.” Tommy said, shaking his head, “What? What did I do now?” I asked bewildered.

“Nikki likes you.” Vince added on as I rolled my eyes, “Nikki likes anything with a pair of tits and a mouth to suck his dick.” I denied Vince’s accusations as I took a sip of beer.

“Mick?” Tommy said, looking over at him, “Shut it, drummer.” He ordered, before giving a stern look. “Oh Mick, c’mon. Nikki doesn’t like me.” I laughed at the thought of him having feelings for me other then friendship.

“Vanity, I told you a while ago. He treats you differently-“ “Yes, he treats me better than the other girls that cross his path. I know that. But Nikki doesn’t have feelings for me, you guys are so full of shit.” I groaned, rolling my eyes before taking a long sip of the beer.

*Nikki P.O.V*

“Let me make it up to you baby, I’m sorry.” Josie purred, rubbing my shoulders as I sat on the edge of the bed setting up my next fix.

“Just get off of me, alright.” I took her hands away from me as I tightened the bandanna around my arm, waiting until the vein popped up. I slowly stuck the needle, then injected the drug into me.

“Why is she so special to you?” Josie continued her argument as I heard the whine in her voice, “Shut up and go to bed.” I snapped at her, not wanting to have the same argument we always have.

Vanity this. Vanity that. Why do you flirt with Vanity? Why are you always looking at Vanity? Vanity, Vanity, Vanity. It’s always about her.

“Just love me the way you love her, why is it so hard for you, Nikki?” She begged, “Fuck off, Josie. I’ll never love you the way you want me too. I’m never gonna be your fucking husband. I do fucking drugs with you and then I fuck you, that’s all you’ll ever be to me.” I forced my anger on to her as I heard her sob behind me, I didn’t bother to turn around and look.

“What does she have that I don’t!” She raised her voice, choking on her own tears and breath. “She doesn’t have anything! She doesn’t want me. I don’t love her, and she doesn’t love me! So drop it, god just fucking get over your insecurities.” I snapped at her before sticking yet another needle into my veins.

“Y’know what, when we get back to Los Angeles, I never want to see your fucking face again.” I said, the irritation just rising in me the more I had to talk to her. She was ruining my fucking high.

I eventually zoned out her whining and bitching as I started writing in my journal that was full of unused lyrics.

I should write a song about Girls next...

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“Please, don’t leave” || Nikki Sixx x Reader

Aight so we got ourselves a Nikki Sixx x Reader here, this isn’t my first rodeo but with tumblr, yes it is. Anyways, I wrote this mainly for my friend who had the big depression and told her to pick a sentence thingy that I found on here. She picked “Please, don’t leave” and I wrote it in a way I used it. Word Count: 4,917 Summary: basically, the reader is a babysitter and Nikki’s child ends up being stillborn. He goes big depressed and relapses, calling the reader who is a former alcoholic herself. This is also taking present to present age Nikki and the reader is roughly around the age of 32 or 33. Warnings: big age difference of almost 30 years, language (this is Nikki we’re talking about), uh a lot of angst in the beginning, stillbirth (is that a warning?), just major cuteness overload by Casie Baker, maybe grammar (I don't know, Grammarly better have worked well or I’m getting my free money back).

Colson laughs around as his daughter finishes her joke she learned at school today. He shakes his head at her as the doorbell rings, causing the little girl to frown. She doesn’t want her dad to go but this is his lifestyle that she’s forced to grow up into. He stands up as he dusts himself off.

“Which babysitter is it now,” Casie asks with a groan and a roll of her brown eyes. Colson couldn’t help but find her adorable and feel bad for her at the same time. He crouches down to her a little bit so they can hug. She holds onto her dad for as long as she can.

“Colson, open this damn door,” the woman outside causes the ruckus, making the little girl’s sad face pick up. She looks at Colson in excitement, this woman on the other side of the door was her favorite babysitter. Sadly, she didn’t babysit Casie full time but Casie loves being with this babysitter more than ever. Colson rolls his eyes at the babysitter and stands up, he walks towards the door to see the woman standing there. She’s around four years older than this man yet he manages to see her as a sister that he never wanted.

“(y/n),” Casie shouts as she runs over to the woman, the babysitter couldn’t help but laugh as the arms wrap around her. She looks at Colson, he has a wide smile on his face, thankful that (y/n) was able to come in on such short notice.

“Forgot to schedule someone?” Colson nods his head as he switches places with Casie and (y/n), him now outside with the two girls inside.

“Yeah, somehow I forgot to schedule for The Dirt premier,” Colson lets out a half heart laugh to the woman. She nods her head to him as he starts to head off. Casie soon takes (y/n) and announces that it’s now girls night so all the men that were left from Colson were evicted for the night. (y/n) and Casie stayed up talking about boys, gossip, and even talking about how good Colson’s music has gotten over the years.

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Nikki sits on his couch with his wife, Courtney. The woman has a face full of tears as she holds onto her stomach. Nikki, on the other hand, has no emotion on his face. He has nothing, no tears or frown. Just a straight face as he tries to digest what had happened at the hospital. He can remember it so clearly yet it feels like it never happened and was only just a dream. He looks at Courtney, wondering how such a horrible thing could happen to them.

Nikki rushes the pregnant woman inside as her breathing was all over the place. Some moments she couldn't stop breathing while other moments she forgot to take in a deep breath. Her grip was tight on Nikki’s hand as he gets her to the room, there she goes into labor. Nikki has seen this once or twice before and couldn’t help but smile on knowing what’s about to happen. The two parents are going to meet their first child together. The horrible labor process lasts for about three hours until they hear… nothing. The baby wasn’t crying, looking at the doctors and nurses run around with the baby. They did many things yet clearly nothing was working. Nikki looks at Courtney with fear in his eyes, they both know what is happening.

“I’m sorry, the baby is dead,” Nikki can still hear the doctor say those words to Courtney and him. He can still remember holding on to his wife as she cries in his arms over the death of their baby. All their hard work into preparing for the daughter was for nothing. The worst part is, they won’t have another child. The two said they won’t tell people until they both were ready. Somehow two months after the stillbirth, Courtney thought it was best to separate from Nikki. Claiming she needs to figure herself out after the whole ordeal with Nikki knowing exactly to what is happening. He soon remembers a deal he made with Casie’s babysitter, (y/n) was her name he believes. The two said that five or six months after the birth, (y/n) would be willing to help babysit and let Courtney and Nikki go on a date together in return of something that he doesn’t know yet. Now, Nikki sits here in his house alone after his wife gave birth to a dead baby.

Five months and Courtney’s filing for a divorce. Nikki has never felt more alone before until now, he feels like the world is coming down on him. Whenever the kids drop by, he forces himself to be happy around them. When Tommy hangs around, he acts like he doesn’t want to die. Now here he is, still haven’t told the media a single thing, and he has to call this babysitter to break the news to her. She seemed like a nice girl and if she can babysit Colson’s daughter, then she must have a big heart to be nice to Nikki’s situation. He shakes his head, unable to have the courage to tell the woman the deal is now off. He sighs as soon starts to relapse into alcohol, sixteen years of no drop of alcohol yet here he is of having his past self favorite of Jack Daniels.

“Nikki,” (y/n) asks when she picks up the phone. She sits in her bedroom with the laptop open. She was doing some work of looking for some babysitting to do tonight. Colson decided to cancel the couple of nights she was working to spend some more time with Casie. She didn’t mind but she did have to look for replacements so she can actually pay for the bills.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n).”

“Nikki, I don’t understand.”

“The baby was stillborn,” Nikki slurs out, evident that he was drunk. Everyone knows of his sobriety so this slurring came to a shocker to the woman. She lets a shaky sigh as she starts to put some shoes on. She grabs her keys and wallet with her usual jacket, she’s still on the phone with Nikki.

“I’m so sorry, Nikki. I’m coming over.”

“No, you don’t need to!”

“Nik, you’re drunk! I can’t just leave you there alone after sixteen years of being sober until now,” (y/n) explains to him before hangs up on the phone. The drunk man sits there, letting her words sink in. He notices she’s called him a nickname, out of the short time he’s known her, she hasn’t done that just yet. A small smile appears on his face as he then remembers he fucked his sober self up. He groans as he puts his head in hands, blaming himself for everything that’s ever happened to him. He blames himself for the child and wife he lost. What pulls him out of his misery is the knock on the door. He looks up and walks over to the door. He managed to not run into anything successfully but he had to hold onto the wall once or twice.

“Oh no,” the woman mutters once her (e/c) eyes hit the poor, drunk man. She starts to usher him inside, getting him to sit on the couch without having an argument somehow. She sits down next to him as Nikki rests his head on the top of the couch. He stares at the woman in front of her.

“Nikki, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, the wife left an asshole behind for a fuckin’ reason,” Nikki says nonchalantly. (y/n) shakes her head in disagreement. She hates seeing anyone like this, especially since she knows how it feels to rebound into alcoholism. She once was an alcoholic, nothing but alcohol pumped through her veins around five years ago. Then she met Colson, he saved her she likes to think. He brought Casie into her life instead of the alcohol. She’s thankful for that man, showing her exactly what she is in the world, a babysitter. Now here she is, having to help a friend out when they’re in need.

“Nikki, you’re not an asshole, you’re just drunk and going through one of the world’s biggest curveballs.” Nikki nods his head as he groans, throwing his head back. He seemed to be holding something back that (y/n) could tell was induced by the alcohol.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“And stop by the bathroom on the way there,” he murmurs to her as the two stand up. She helps him walk towards the bedroom that he lead her towards, she’s never been past the main rooms of Nikki’s house before. Nikki soon opens a door, she notices it is a bathroom. He walks right towards the toilet and there he lets everything inside his stomach out. (y/n) couldn’t help but frown at the poor man, she walks over towards him and moves his long black hair out of the way a bit. She sighs as he soon leans a little with his head hanging above the toilet a little and wipes his mouth away.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n),” he says quietly as she starts to rub his back a little bit. She shakes her head towards him, her eyes full of worry and concern for the man.

“No, no, no, don’t be.” He couldn’t help but smile a little at her words and nod his head. The two finally stand back up and head towards his bedroom, where she places him on the bed. She notices that it’s late out, not the best idea to drive at around two in the morning. She’s been at his place for around two hours already, feels like five minutes for her.

“Can you stay the night,” Nikki asks her sweetly only to get a small smile and a nod from the woman. He smiles more as he waves towards the closet that was once Courtney’s. She had left some of her clothing behind and still needs to pack them up.

“Courtney has some clothes you may fit into,” he says to her as he starts to rub his eyes, growing tired from laying on the bed. (y/n) nods her head and walks into the walk-in closet, she notices all the dresses and frowns. Nothing seems to be in her style or deem comfortable in her taste. Courtney probably took all the sweats first so she would be comfortable during this separation. She sighs before she walks back out the closet. She sees the drunk man still awake somehow and shakes her head at him.

“Anything comfortable for me to wear?”

“Uh… I may have some sweats, they may be a little big for you,” Nikki says to her with a shrug, she nods her head as she enters another closet that she assumes is Nikki’s. She looks around all the dark clothing to soon land her eyes on a ‘Theatre of Pain’ sweatshirt and some grey sweat pants. She smiles as she takes the clothing and soon changes into them in the closet. She grabs her pants and shirt, heading out of the closet. She walks out to see Nikki just laying there on the bed still, staring at the ceiling now with his eyes hardly open at this point. She shakes her head as she sighs, “Where’s the guest bedroom?”

Nikki shrugs to her, a smirk appearing on his face. She rolls her eyes, starting to realize this drunk is hitting another stage of this drunk night. Instead of sad and emotional like he was earlier, this man is now going with the mind of the lower region. She places the clothing on the table that has some papers and books out on it. She looks at him to see him starting to strip suddenly.

“Nikki, woah!” She turns around in an instant, a red tint going to her face at that sudden action. He stops taking his pants off and looks at her, the jeans were at his ankles now. He wears no shirt, tattoos exposed to the world. He raises an eyebrow at her, wondering to why she turned around.

“What, princess,” he asks her, slurring a little from being drunk. He kicks his pants off, (y/n) turns her head a bit to check if he even has underwear on. She lets a sigh of relief out at the man who kept the boxers on. She turns around to see Nikki flopping on the bed, soon crawling under the covers. He pats the bed next to him, a smirk on his face. She shakes her head, declining his offer only to get a groan from the drunk man.

“Come on! It won’t be that bad!”

“Nikki, how old are you?”

“Thirty-five,” he lies right away as if he rehearsed this line a dozen times before. (y/n) shakes her head, disbelief in that statement. She sighs as she walks over to the bed. She grabs one of the many pillows, placing it between the two. She points at it before she decides to make a political joke, “This will be Trump’s wall!”

Nikki starts to laugh at that joke, shaking his head at her. She lifts the covers up, sitting on the bed. He sits up a little bit so he can get a better view of the beautiful woman that sits next to him. He tilts his head a bit, relaxing easily with her.

“You know I hate Trump’s wall,” he says before he grabs the pillow and throws it across the room. (y/n) gasps dramatically at him before she starts to laugh at that reaction. She shakes her head as she stands back up to turn the lights off. She gets back in the bed and starts to lay down. He kept his eye on her the entire, letting them roam all over her body.

“Nikki, don’t try a single thing tonight or I will make it rain on you.”

“I like the way that sounds,” he slurs to her as he shifts closer to her. She laughs at him a bit before she flips over from looking at him. He lays on his back, staring at the ceiling before he looks at her. He smiles as he goes onto his side, wrapping his arms around her.

“Nikki!”

“Dude, I got a boner for a hot chick in my bed!”

“Nikki, oh my god, you’re drunk!” (y/n) couldn’t help but laugh, she would’ve been creeped out by this but when a hot rockstar is into you, things change. Nikki nuzzles his head into the crook of her neck. She instantly takes a deep breath in, the red tint darkens. She closes her eyes once she notices the bulge in his lower area pressing against her abdomen. Her heart starts to beat faster with each second.

“Goodnight, Sixx.”

“Night, cutie,” he whispers against her skin, causing a shiver to go down her spine. He yawns as he closes his eyes finally, holding onto (y/n). Her, on the other hand, couldn’t go asleep right away. Her mind going all over the place as her heart could never calm the fuck down. She didn’t see this moment coming one bit, she never would have thought that her old celebrity crush would be into her.

(y/n) wakes up with no one holding onto her, she didn’t know if she should be happy or miss the touch a little bit. She sits up, a small yawn falls out of her mouth. She stretches as she soon climbs out the bed. Her bare feet hit the ground as she starts to make her way out of the bedroom. She tries to remember from late last night of where she is in the house and head towards the kitchen at least. With every step, the scent of pancakes filled the air causing a small smile on her face. She arrives to see Nikki at the stove, making pancakes and coffee. She hears a pop of a toaster and an avocado nearby. She grabs the toast, placing the four slices down. She looks around and soon walks to the fridge, she opens it and grabs herself some butter. Nikki looks to see her there, raising an eyebrow at her already helping herself.

“Helping yourself this morning?”

“I babysat a drunk you last night, I have permission.” Nikki laughs a little and nods his head to her as he looks back at the pancakes. There he places the golden, fluffy pancakes on the plate. She places the butter down, looking around for a butter knife. She opens almost every drawer until she finds them, Nikki did his best to not laugh at her stubbornness to ask. She puts the butter on two slices of toast before she looks at him.

“Do you like avocado toast like a white girl named Amanda or do you like butter or jelly on it like a normal person?” Nikki laughs at her comparison on topping of toast, he shakes his head at her.

“I grabbed the avocado, I didn’t know if you want it or not.” (y/n) nods her head as she soon does what Nikki wants on his toast. She soon finishes the toast before she gets herself a cup of coffee, putting what she needs into it. She gets to the counter and sits on the high stools. She starts to sip her coffee as she watches Nikki. He wears a pair of black sweatpants, a loose short sleeve v neck, and a pair of black slippers. She smiles at the view of the man, soon hearing the two golden retrievers rush into the kitchen. They rush over to her, making her laugh a little. She starts to pet the two dogs, feeling their soft fur in happiness.

“You have really pretty dogs,” she says to Nikki, he smiles as he turns around after turning the stove off. He holds the plate full of pancakes with a smile. He nods his head as he places it on the counter she was sitting at.

“Lecia and Lucy,” he says their names as he sits in the chair next to the one she was sitting in. She smiles as she looks up at him before back at the two dogs.

“I used to have a dog growing up, a German Sheppard,” she tells him before she stands up. She goes off towards the sink in the kitchen to wash her hands, they were cover in fur from the two dogs. She soon walks back over to her seat and continues eating her toast. She soon remembers something that he had said last night, she decides to tease on it a little bit.

“Dude, how’s that boner going,” she asks with an innocent smile on her face. His eyes widen at the fact that she remembers that and that he remembers it. He sits there, frozen, afraid to look back at her. He soon swallows his pride, looking at her. He’s almost thankful for her to think of it as a joke and not him really having feelings for her, he just got out of a divorce and he doesn’t need for her to think that he’s trying to rebound with her. He sits there trying to figure out what exactly to say to her without regretting it later.

“I, uh… it’s fine,” he mutters only to get a smiling (y/n). She notices the pink tint on his face as he looks away.

“Sixx, are you actually thirty-five,” she asks him as he starts to cough a little on his drink. He soon places the coffee cup down and wiping his mouth, he looks at her in shock. There he sees her start to laugh a little, noticing her face growing a little pink. He shakes his head to her, making her nod her head.

“Cause you look under,” she flirts suddenly only to make his hazel eyes pop a little. He didn’t see that one coming, he didn’t see this whole conversation coming. He sees her wink towards him before she gets a pancake, putting whatever she wants on it. He sits there with pink all over his face and confusion with some shock written on his face. They continue eating their food, Nikki doing his best to not seem awkward or weird. She soon finishes and looks at him, seeing him still working on his food. She walks towards the sink and places the plate in it. She soon walks off, heading towards the bathroom. Nikki looks up, watching her leave. He soon pulls his phone out and goes to his text messages. There he hits the contact name for his friend, Tommy Lee. He goes to text him before he sees a rushing (y/n). He raises a confused eyebrow up at her.

“I’m sorry, Nik. I’ll return the sweats tomorrow but I gotta go. I got an emergency to babysit Casie.”

“Colson’s daughter,” he asks her only to get a head nod. He looks away from her, a frown appearing on his face. Even though there were awkward feelings between the two earlier, he still doesn’t want her to leave. With her, he didn’t want to get drunk and is afraid without her he will dig himself deeper into the rabbit hole he is stuck in already. He looks up at her with those puppy eyes that he hopes would work.

“Please, don’t leave… I don’t want to fall back and get myself into a bigger hole. I know without you here… I will fall,” Nikki confesses to (y/n). She takes a deep breath in before she nods her shakes her head.

“Nikki, I can’t,” she says before she stops and lets a small sigh out when an idea goes through her head, “let’s go to my place so I can change. Then we can go over to Colson’s, then you can help babysit Casie with me?” A smile appearing on Nikki’s face as he nods his head in approval of the idea. He hops up, saying he needs to get ready. She laughs as she watches the man get happy over spending time with (y/n) and Casie.

The two arrive at Colson’s house, (y/n) starts to loudly bang on the door causing Nikki to jump a little at how loud she has to announce herself. She rolls her eyes when she still hears the laughing inside the house. She hits the doorbell rapidly a couple of times before she knocks on the door again.

“Colson, get off your dumb ass and open the fucking door!” Nikki laughs a little hearing that only to see the door open widely by a sweating Colson, he looked to be rushing.

“You never know when to shut up, do you?”

“Not with your deaf self,” (y/n) pushes past him to hug the little girl that rushes up to her with wide arms. Colson soon notices Nikki, raising an eyebrow in confusion to why he could be here with (y/n).

“Nikki? Haven’t seen you in a while, man,” he greets the man as he lets inside the house. Nikki nods his head in agreement as they walk towards the living room, the girls ran off to the kitchen it looks. He sits down on the couch with Colson, he raises an eyebrow at him in confusion to why he’s here with (y/n).

“I did something bad last night?”

“Booty call gone wrong?” Nikki’s eyes widen at Colson and shake his head right away. Colson couldn’t help but laugh at that, finding it funny that Nikki had to debunk that theory right away.

“Yeah, whatever you say, old man!”

“Colson, we haven’t done a thing. I’ll tell Tommy later and we all know his fat mouth would spread all the way to your fat mouth.” Nikki rolls his eyes as he looks back at the kitchen, able to see the girls starting to work on something in the bowls and an empty muffin tray out. He watches as the two laughs and joke around. Colson soon stands up and walks to the kitchen, he hugs Casie buy and tells (y/n) that he will pay her extra for the emergency but she tells him it’s fine. Colson makes a mental note of still to pay her extra and soon heads off to wherever he needed to go so badly. Nikki finally lets a sigh out and heads towards the kitchen, sitting at the counter to watch the two.

“Oh, Casie, we have ourselves an audience!”

“Welcome to the Casie and (y/n) cooking show! We’re going to be making chocolate chip muffins!” Nikki laughs a little and nods his head. There he starts to enjoy watching the two get the items for the muffins.

“These are going to be so good!”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Nikki says only to get a look from the two. (y/n) narrows her eyes at him before she looks at Casie with a smile on her face.

“Alright, a challenge we accept!” Nikki nods his head at (y/n) before the woman looks at Casie. She whispers in the little girl’s ear, causing the girl to laugh. There the two continue making the muffins, joking with Nikki and ended up in a small flour fight. By small, Nikki was for probably the first time in his life wearing all white and has white hair. (y/n) puts the muffins in the oven, the three still covered in flour after their fight. She soon decides to tell Casie to take a shower and wash the flour off. Nikki stands in the kitchen, he has some flour wiped off of him but not all. He wipes the counter down as (y/n) sets the timer for the muffins. She soon joins in on cleaning the kitchen by cleaning the floor up as best she could. Turns out the floor ends up looking cleaner than it was when it was bought.

“I know these muffins are going to turn out good.” (y/n) looks at Nikki with a raised eyebrow, she has a small smile on her face. She nods her head to him, “Yeah… muffins.”

“I also know, I may still have a boner for that hot chick in my bed last night… just it’s moved up to my heart now,” Nikki suddenly says to (y/n), making her look at him with wide eyes. She didn’t understand the feeling she feels right at this moment, staring right at his lowered head. Her (e/c) eyes notice his hazel ones staring at the ground. They travel to his hands that anxiously mess with his pants that still have flour on them. Her breathing goes out of control, gaining speed with each breath. She notices how his words seem to bring the heat to her face, knowing the feeling as blushing right away. Her hands start to shake nervously as she tries to figure out what to answer him with.

“Nikki, I,” she tries to get the words out, trying to tell him she feels the same way for the older man. He shakes his head as he finally gains the courage to look up at her in the eye.

“I shouldn’t have these feelings for you, especially since my wife left me recently.”

“Nik, it’s completely fine… even when I seem to have those feelings for you too,” she mutters to the man in embarrassment. His eyes widen hearing her say those words, a small smile appearing on his face. He couldn’t believe it, that a young woman like her who knows his age and everything about him can fall in love with him. He couldn’t believe a woman who just saw a drunk him confess his feelings and did some wild shit would stay around. He smiles as he suddenly wraps his arms around her, she couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction he has. For some rockstar, he has a heart of gold it seems. She wraps her own arms around him, holding onto him. He soon pulls away from her a little to look at her beautiful face. He sees himself in her eyes, in her arms, in her heart, in her future. He wants to be there for as long as he can and he doesn’t care if he dies in the next month, if it’s with her it was all worth it.

“(y/n), I hated myself for gaining feelings for you during the shooting of the Dirt. I couldn’t stop kicking myself for having feelings for someone who wasn’t my wife. I now realize maybe being with my wife isn’t worth it since she’s unable… she’s unable to stay through a dark patch with me yet here you are. Will you please, don’t leave me here and stay with me?”

“Say yes, (y/n),” the voice says behind the two, they instantly get out of each other’s arms to see Casie standing there with a smile on her face. Nikki looks at (y/n) with a smile and shrugs to her. The woman lets a small sigh out before she presses the soft kiss on the side of Nikki’s face, landing right on his star tattoo.

“I say yes.”

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Also yes those muffins were good.

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