#douglasbooth!nikki

[prettyyoungandbored]

Crushes [’You and I’ Side Story]

Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x Female Reader

Author’s Note: Takes place before the events of “You and I.” I was driving through Hollywood and saw a cute couple that reminded me of these two. So thank you, random strangers.

Nikki exhaled as he closed the door behind him. He was relieved to be home after a somewhat mediocre gig.

London was slowly but surely losing its edge. He could feel it and mentally, he was preparing himself for the eventual breakup.

He made his way into the bedroom, setting down his bass. His head turned to see Y/N curled up in bed, hugging his pillow. He smiled, throwing off his shirt.

He knew she felt bad that she couldn’t make it to the show. She worked a double at the diner for the second time that week, exhausting her. He told her there would be other shows. He wasn’t so sure now, but either way her rest was more important.

His pants hit the floor and he kicked it away. He lifted the blanket and crawled under the covers. He threw an arm around her waist, moving his body closer to hers.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, he heard whimpering.

Her whimpering.

He opened his eyes, hoping she was having a sexual dream. But then he noticed the scrunching in her face and realized he needed to step in. He leaned up and gently shook her.

“Babe, babe, babe,” he coaxed her.

Her eyes shot open as she let out a sharp gasp. Her hand was on her chest and he moved closer to her, putting his hand on hers.

“Hey, it’s ok,” he soothed her. “Babe, look at me,”

She turned her head to him as he pulled her into his arms.

“You’re ok,” he assured her, kissing her forehead. “You’re safe.”

She let out a final sigh. “Fuck.”

“Bad dream?”

“That’s putting it lightly. One of the scariest dreams I’ve had in a long time.”

She leaned back onto the pillow, the palm of her hand rubbing her eyes as if that would take away the memories of her dream.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, his fingers carding through her hair. “It’s over and you’re safe. I promise.”

She looked over at him, flashing a small but grateful smile. She moved her body to him, snuggling her face into his chest and letting the smell of sweat, cigarettes, and Jack Daniel’s soothe her.

He smirked. “I can think of one way to get your mind off it.”

He leaned his head down to see her smirking back at him. “Nice try, Sixx.”

He chuckled as he kissed the top of her head again. “Worth trying.”

She hummed in agreement. If she had woken up on her own without a nightmare, maybe.

“How was your gig?” she asked.

“Eh, it was a gig,” he replied with a shrug. “We were good. The band before us fucking sucked though. They were a bunch of KISS wannabes which made it worse.”

“You don’t like KISS?”

“I thought they were cool when I was a kid, but they didn’t stick with me like other bands did.” He glanced down at her. “What about you?”

“I had a big KISS phase.”

He paused. “That…somehow does not surprise me. Did Gene Simmons’ tongue do it for you?”

“No, but Paul Stanley did.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Really?”

She looked up at him. “You judging me, Sixx?”

“A little, yeah,” he snorted. “I wouldn’t have taken you to as a lead singer kind of girl.”

“I’m not,” she insisted. “I actually find other musicians who play other instruments in other bands attractive.”

A pang of jealousy hit Nikki, but he wasn’t going to show it. Instead, he smirked. “Oh yeah? Name ‘em.”

She propped up on her elbow, her eyes meeting his. “Eddie Van Halen, guitarist. You should know that considering I told you that I lost my virginity to a Van Halen song.”

Nikki made a face. “Yeah, I sorta pushed that out of my mind because I don’t like hearing there were others before me.”

“There was only one, Mr. Possessive,” she reminded him, poking his nose.

“Yeah, yeah. Ok, Van Halen is fine. Who else is there? You’re forgetting a big one.”

“I am?” she questioned. Then she snapped her fingers. “Oh yeah!”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Drummer!”

Nikki’s face fell. “That’s not-.”

“Roger Taylor from Queen.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “So those are your choices? Paul Stanley, Eddie Van Halen, and Roger Taylor? You sure you’re not missing any other key band members you find attractive?”

She thought for a moment. “Ok so there is a bassist.”

“But it’s not Gene Simmons.”

“It’s not Gene Simmons.”

“Ok,” he nodded. “Tell me more.”

She rest her chin on his chest, sighing dramatically. “I don’t know if you know him.”

He knew damn well where this going, but he was down to play her game. “I might.”

“He plays for this band London.”

He chuckled. “London…yeah, I’ve heard of ‘em.”

“So he’s super sexy.”

“Super sexy? Sexier than the men on your list?”

“Definitely.”

“Ooh. Ok, go on.”

“He plays like a god. Like his talent is incredible.” She snuggled close. “He has impeccable stage presence.”

“Impeccable?! That’s some high praise, princess. What else?”

“He’s got black hair. Gorgeous eyes.”

He hummed. “Gorgeous you say?”

She nodded. “He’s also really good at comforting a girl after a nightmare.”

His jaw dropped, slapping his hand on his chest. “It’s me?”

“Surprise!” she giggled.

He leaned his head back. “Wow! I don’t know what to say. I didn’t see it coming.”

She laughed, burying her face in his chest.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Out of all those crushes, which one do you like the most?”

She snorted and lifted her head up. “Who do you think?”

He shrugged. “You tell me.”

“Do you need me to stroke your ego some more?”

“So it is me?!”

She rolled her eyes as he threw his head back laughing. “You’re lucky I think you’re cute.”

“Obviously you do since you have a crush on me,” he reminded her. “So embarrassing.”

She pulled her lips back. “We live together, dumbass.”

He kissed her nose. “For what it’s worth, I have a crush on you too.”

She hummed. “And how many other crushes do you have?”

“Just one. You. You’re it for me.”

“Until you become a big rockstar and then have groupies.”

“Nope. I’m always gonna have a crush on you.”

She snorted. “Yeah, ok then.”

His smile quickly fell flat as his dark eyes softened. “Hey, I’m serious. I don’t want anyone else. Just you.”

The sincerity in his tone lifted warmed Y/N’s heart. She always knew he was serious about her, but every now and again, she needed a reminder that he loved her even if he couldn’t outright say it.

It was an issue she knew she would have to work on.

“And Y/N? I’m never going to let anything happen to you. I promise you’re safe with me.”

She pecked his lips before snuggling back into his chest. “I know. And I know you know you’re safe with me.”

His hand rubbed her back soothingly. “I know.”

[oskea93]

Keep it to Yourself (1)

✶ Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OC ✶

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you gonna tell Wyatt?”

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

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

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

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

“You and me both, sister…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stayed silent – not really up for conversation.

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

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

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

He still loves you, Bryant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t th-“

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

[bandpreferences15]

“My Brother’s in the Band”

Summary: Your brother finds you in a compromising position with one of his bandmates

A/N: Hi friends! I know I’ve been gone forever but I’m back now ( at least for a bit) Please take this Tommy imagine as a peace offering lol. Buckle up babes it’s a long one...

Warning: It gets a tad steamy

Based loosely on this song

Well the times are gettin' hard for you little girl I'm a hummin' and a strummin' all over God's world You can't remember when you had your last meal And you don't know just how a woman feels

You didn't know what rock and roll was Until you met my drummer on the Grey tour bus I got there in the nick of time Before he got his hands across your state line, yeah

 You’d been wandering around the venue looking for your brother for the past fifteen minutes. He’d handed you a flier that morning with an emotionless expression and a slight nod. If you didn’t know him so well, you’d think that the action was a joke and not a silent plea for you to come see him play. You’d been to a few of his gigs before but this was the first with the new band. The bar wasn’t terribly crowded yet, just a few people milling about. The windows were grimy and every once in a while you’d wince at the sunlight that came through the door whenever someone new arrived. Waitresses placed coasters on the high-top tables and the bartender busied himself lining up the various glasses and bottles behind the bar. A few early-bird patrons sat at the barstools and talked in hushed tones.

“You don’t seem like the type that would come to see a band in a dingy bar. You work here?”

A voice behind you made you whip around, bringing you face-to-face, well more like face-to-chest, with a freakishly tall frame. As you tilted your gaze upward, you met the smirk of a long-haired, lanky guy. You couldn’t help but look him up and down as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, fiddling with the zipper on his leather jacket. 

You felt your cheeks heat as you met his eyes. Damn, if this was the kind of guy that came to see bands in dingy bars, you’d have to come more often. You shook yourself from your momentary daze.

“That so?” You crossed your arms in mock offense, a smirk of your own playing on your lips “ I’m looking for my brother. He’s working tonight.” You nodded out into the large area where the stage was. The attractive stranger gave you a dazzling smile, leaning his elbow on the high-top table closest to him and nearly tumbling to the floor when his arm missed the edge of the table by a good few inches. He recovered quickly, running a hand through his long locks and trying to regain the  suave demeanor he had previously possessed. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“I love a good laugh, You have a great laugh. I’m Tommy.” The words rushed out of him all at once and you could practically see him mentally kicking himself for going all gaga on you. You laughed again, sticking out your hand.

“I’m Y/N. Are you always this clumsy?” He scoffed, leaning toward you slightly as his eyes narrowed slightly and a devious smirk played on his lips.

“Only around beautiful girls,” he said, that panty-dropping smile once again  finding its way to his face.  

You weren’t sure how long it had been before you found yourself pressed against the peeling paint of the bar’s bathroom stall as Tommy’s tongue worked its way across your collarbone. 

“Tommy, are you sure th-oh God,” His teeth had gently grazed your skin and you could feel his thumbs rubbing little circles into your hips.

“What was that?” you could practically feel him smirking into the skin of your chest. He lifted your left thigh over his hip, spinning the two of you so you were pressed between his hips and the cold porcelain of the sink.

“Ow! Jesus! What is that?!” The movement left you with something jabbed into your ribs. 

“Shit, sorry.” Tommy mumbled, tossing the drumsticks in the waistband of his pants to the other side of the bathroom before connecting your lips once again.

Drumsticks? Who carries around a pair of drumsticks tucked into their pants? 

One hand had tangled in your hair and he had just unbuckled your belt with the other when the bathroom door banged open, slamming against the wall and rattling the mirror your back was now pressed against. 

“Yo, Tommy, when you’re done with your lady friend here, we need you for sound che- Y/N?!” Nikki’s face went from shock to absolute amusement in a matter of seconds. “Oh shit, this is gonna be good!” He said gleefully as he ran off in the opposite direction, the heavy door swinging shut behind him.

Tommy pulled away from you slightly. When had he undone his pants?

“You know Nikki?” he asked, utterly confused. You stared at the doorway that had been previously occupied by none other than Nikki Sixx.

“Yeah. I only met him once. He’s in my brother’s band.” Tommy’s face went white as a sheet. 

“Wait, what?”

“I’m going to give you two seconds to get your hands off my sister, drummer.” Your brother, Mick stood in the doorway, a can of hairspray and a lighter clutched in his hands and, knowing him, he was fully prepared to use them.

“Jesus Chri- look, man, I swear to God I didn’t know!” Tommy stumbles away from you, nearly tripping over the skinny jeans that had now bunched at his knees. 

“Mick, What the hell?!” You hopped off the sink, straightening your shirt.

“Y/N. I see you’ve met our drummer.” his monotone voice doing nothing to hide the obvious hatred he was feeling for Tommy right now.

“Your what?!” Your eyes darted back and forth between the man whose hands had been all over your body just seconds before and your brother who looked fully intent on murdering him.

“Drummer, as in the guy in the band who plays the drums.” Nikki giggled from behind your brother, obviously enjoying the exchange. “Told you this was gonna be good!” he nodded toward Tommy, laughing again and going off in search of a beer. 

I know the ending sucked but I didn’t want to make it too long lol. Part 2 anyone?

[sunnyie-eve]

I apparently have a thing for British actors playing roles with long hair in a different decade…

[fckdiosmio]

If I die tomorrow ✧ {Douglas!Nikki Sixx x Reader}

SUMMARY ✧ a oneshot of this request by anon – “ heyooo! so for the motley cruwu thing can you do a Douglas!Nikki Sixx imagine with the part of the movie were nik has the overdose and reader is at home and sees this on tv and start to freak out thinking that he's ded (maybe they're in a complicated relationship or she didn't confess to him yet?) so she runs to his home and find him alive and then maybe some angst / fluff with them confessing their love for each other pretty pleeeeeeeeeeease”

NOTE  ✧ Feedbacks are always welcome! Anyway, requests are ALWAYS open, meet me in my ask box! I already want to apologize because English is not my birth language and I use Tumblr and imagines to improve it, so I’m not immune to grammar errors and if I commit them and you want to warn me, there’s no problem, I’m always learning and your help is very welcome. 

WORDS  ✧ 1.4k + words

WARNINGS  ✧ angst, cursing, fluff, drugs mentioning

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You didn’t know you were going this far when you started working with Mötley Crüe. They needed someone creative enough to work with the scenario of their shows and then you showed up: you came with all the lights, all the fire, all of those fake rocks that Tommy used to play with, even his drum cage, you two idealized it together. You were together with them always since then, every venue needed a different scenario planning, and suddenly you became dependent on all this joy of being touring with a band. You needed them, all the afternoons that you spent with the boys around a table planning ideas for the decoration of the stage, all the nights after the shows that you got drunk with them because you were their favorite staff... and you needed that smile. That fucking smile. 

Nikki Sixx. It started so completely odd. First, when you were not so intimate with the band members, you just used to walk around the venue of the night with comfy and wide clothes that always ended up dirty with something like paint or dust because you were commanding your crew with the scenario composition. Your hair was always a mess and you didn’t wear makeup since you always dirty yourself too. You were confident with yourself and didn’t need that to feel pretty, but Nikki was always on your back joking about the fact that you were always messy. 

“Come on, Nikki. Just because I’m not like one of your groupies? Fuck off.” you used to play with him, but you liked when he used to smile and then touch your back like a friendly sign. You tried to hide the disappointment of not looking like the kind of girl he liked even if you denied being attracted to him. But he tried to hide his attraction for you too when you became closer with the band and started to attend their parties and, then, being well dressed like the gorgeous woman you were. You noticed his look changing for you, and you noticed that you were falling for his smile, his fucking hair, his perfect jawline... but you became good friends.

Nothing more than fucking close and intimate friends.

You two almost kissed one time. You were so fucking drunk that you gave up on pretending that you enjoyed being just the best friend, but Nikki stopped you from kissing him, placing one of his hands on your face and smiling sadly while talked “I respect you. I fucking respect you, (y/n). It’s not fair to treat you like one of the sluts that I get involved. Fuck. Sorry.”. He looked like Mick speaking like that. You just pretended that you didn’t remember being kicked for being too good(?), and Nikki tried to hide that he only did that because he cared so much for you to run the risk of hurting you for a one night stand.

Well, this didn’t matter anymore right now. Just because you were feeling like your heart was exploding, and, throwing a chair through your window, you screamed in despair. Things kept running on your tv while you refused to look at the image of Nikki getting into an ambulance: “Nikki Sixx, bassist of the band Mötley Crüe was found dead due to a heroin overdose.” you could hear the journalist's voice. You could hear, but not believe. The glass was all over your room now, and your telephone was ringing, but you couldn’t think straight now. Nikki was dead. The fucking love of your life was dead. You were never going to see his smile again, or his fucking messy hair, or going to hear his acid jokes. You tried to stop him on heroin, but you found out too late.

You reached to his home keys on your purse. You had a copy of it since you needed to take a drunk and stoned Nikki to his house a couple of times. He didn’t have a family, he wouldn't have anyone to claim his poor body. He would like to use his favorite clothes one last time... you just needed to justify your urge of going to his house and feel his smell once again. You ran to your car and went right to his home even if you couldn’t see anything in front of you because of the tears that were falling all over your face. You screamed a couple of curses and missed a lot of traffic lights while you thought of him sad and alone. How could you lose him? 

You went through his front door incredibly fast just to find his home the way it always has been: messy, but still full of Nikki’s personality. You let out more tears escape from your eyes while you walked through his room caressing his pieces of furniture and things that you knew he loved so much. It was just so painful... you loved him. And it was like he was still alive. You sighed before entering his bedroom, but couldn’t stop crying before feeling his perfume smell all over the place. It was so dark and painful in there. Your heart was broken. You were fucking broken. You opened his messy wardrobe just to reach his favorite t-shirt. You picked it up from the coat hanger and hugged it like you were hugging him. You couldn’t stop crying while you smelled his sweet perfume from the piece of cloth.

“So... do I smell good?” You heard a soft voice behind you and you screamed before letting the shirt fall from your hands. You turned around just to see Nikki right in front of you and you screamed again, he smiling softly while leaning against the doorframe. 

“SHIT! Nikki! What the fuck? Are you fucking alive? Nikki?” You screamed in shock while you tried to convince yourself that it was not a ghost that stood right in front of you. Nikki was thin, pale, with his hair completely messy, and it was a huge and dark purple mark on his chest. He breathed while looking down and laughing.

“Calm down, I’m not dead.” He stopped laughing when he realized that you were really scared. You were still crying and frozen on the same place, so Nikki took a few steps on your direction and touched your shoulders “(Y/N), I’m not dead.”

“How? I--” You were confused and couldn’t stop crying, this time just because of you were trying to figure out what was happening. Minutes ago you were feeling like half of your heart died and now Nikki was there again. Full alive. “I thought I had lost you, Nikki. I really thought I...”

“You didn’t, I’m right here.” He looked right into your eyes while raised one hand to dry your tears with his thumb. He caressed your cheek gently while smiled softly looking at you. “My heart stopped. My heart fucking stopped, but they brought me back with adrenaline.” He continued after you were silent begging for an explanation. 

“What I felt... I don’t want to feel this never more.” You placed your hand over his on your face. “It felt like part of me died. I can’t... I can’t even imagine living in a world without you.” It was so peaceful to be able to look at his perfect face once again. You studied all of his details, and then lowered your hand to the purple mark on his chest, caressing softly the spot. 

“The funniest about that...” Nikki whispered while looking at what you were doing “is that I thought of you before completely black out.” He seemed completely confused about feeling these types of things about a girl... especially you. But he was feeling. Since a long time ago. “I’m so sorry, (y/n).”

“I just... realized that there is no me without you.” You whispered, looking at his eyes once again. He was alive. You couldn’t lose him anymore. You were not going to do the same mistake once again. This time you weren’t going to hide secrets. “You’re alive. You’re alive and damn I love you so much.” You looked at him nervously before Nikki let out a short laugh and put his forehead on yours.

“I love you too.” He said before pressing his lips on yours. You suddenly passed your arms over his warm body while Nikki’s tongue danced through your mouth and made your heart beat so hard it almost exploded. It was different for him, different from all the girls that he made out in his life. You were his and he was yours, from heart and soul. 

“Don’t leave me anymore, Nikki.” You said before hugging him. He hugged you tight against his chest, his hand running through your hair while Nikki rested his chin in your head, closing his eyes.

“I’m never going to, angel.” 

[electradestiny]

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[prettyyoungandbored]

Pleasure [’You and I’ Side Story]

Pairing: DouglasBooth!Nikki Sixx x Reader

Request: I'm sorry for bugging you again but I just thought of another concept ^^'. Y/N had a difficult week at the restaurant and last shift was partially hard so when she comes home her back hurts so awfully that even shower doesn't help. So Nikki, being a good boyfriend, suggests giving y/n a back rub. It's actually nice to the point of y/n moaning really loud. Next morning she cooks breakfast for everyone all smiley and one of the guys is like "can you two rabbits turn it fucking down next time?"Y/N is confused like "what are you talking about? Nikki was just working on my back" the guys aren't buying it and when the man of the hour finally leaves his bedroom his girlfriend goes 'Nikki tell them that you were only working on a pain in my back'. But Nikki being the smug bastard he's only grabs a chair, full of confidence and goes like 'you guys've heard her last night. What can I say I'm just THAT good' and reader is so done. There's no point in explaining, they won't believe her.

Warning: Language

Y/N was ready to pass out by the time she clocked out. A heavy feeling weighed upon her, the blood running through her felt like molasses as she struggled to hold back her hundredth yawn.

Even though she made bank with tips, she was more excited about going home and passing out in her bed for the next days. She’d worked a double shift two days in a row and the wave of exhaustion had just about drowned her.

Then there was the unbearable pain in her back. It started as an annoyance three hours prior to the end of her shift, but by the time she clocked out it became worse.

The walk home had never felt longer than it did that night, because the second she made it to the front door she wanted to cry not only from joy that she was even home in the first place, but because her back pain was becoming harder to ignore.

When she first walked in, she was slightly struck by how quiet it was inside. She figured the boys went out and in all honesty, she was ok with it. She just needed one night without their baffoonery.

She walked into her bedroom to find Nikki lying in bed, strumming his bass. His eyes lit up at the sight of her.

“Well hello there,” she greeted with a tired chuckle. “I’m surprised you’re not out with the guys.”

“They’re all in their rooms” Nikki said setting his bass down gently. 

Y/N set down her purse on the floor along with her hoodie when she whimpered from the pain in her back. Nikki sat up, worried. 

“You alright?” he asked. 

She waved her hand. “It’s nothing. Just my back’s killing me. I’m gonna take a hot shower and hopefully that will ease the pain.” 

She kicked off her shoes and completely undressed. She went into the bathroom and stepped into the shower, turning the water onto its hottest setting. She didn’t bother shampooing and conditioning her hair or even wash her body. She just let the hot water hit her back for 10 minutes or so. 

When she got out of the shower and reached for a towel, the sharp pain in her back remained. She groaned, grabbing onto the towel and gently wrapping it around her body. 

When she returned to the bedroom, Nikki asked, “How’s your back? Any better?” 

“Still fuckin’ hurts,” she sighed. 

He got off the bed. “Lie face down.” 

“Nikki, I love you but-.” 

“It’s not what you think. Trust me.” 

She sighed and lied across the mattress, face down. Nikki grabbed a pillow and put it under her chest. He kneeled on the bed beside her, his hands pressing down her lower back. 

A whimper escaped her lips and Nikki could feel his pants getting tight, but he pushed it aside as best as he could. 

After a few minutes of rubbing her back with the pressure of his hands, he then pressed his elbow down. Y/N let out a loud moan. “Oh god yeah.” 

Nikki smiled to himself, taking pride in his work. After another a few minutes, he stopped. “How’d I do?” 

He looked down and found Y/N fast asleep, mouth hanging open and she let out little snores. He chuckled and picked her up bridal style, carrying her to her side of the bed. He pulled the covers over her before crawling into bed himself and turning off the lights. 

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The next morning, Tommy and Vince all walked out of their rooms to see Y/N making eggs and bacon for them. She looked at them, grinning. 

“Good morning!” she chirped. 

Tommy and Vince turned to each other, smirking. 

“Did you have a good night last night, Y/N?” Vince asked, leaning against the wall. 

Y/N scrunched her face. “Uh...well I passed out after work so yeah?” 

“Are you sure about that?” Tommy teased. 

Y/N turned to the boys. “What the hell are you talking about?” 

The boys looked at each other, smirking. Y/N put her hands on her hips. “What?!” 

“You and Sixx were really going at it last night, huh?” Tommy chuckled. 

“No, he was giving me a back rub,” Y/N answered. “My back was killing so he took care of it.”

“Bet that’s not all he took care of,” Vince teased. 

The two burst into laughter when Mick walked into the kitchen. “Can you two rabbits turn it fucking down next time?” he grumbled, looking at Y/N.

She threw her hands up. “We didn’t have sex! He literally just gave me a back rub!” 

In the most perfect of timing, Nikki walked into the kitchen, rubbing his sleepy eyes. 

“The fuck’s going on here?” he asked. 

“Babe, tell them we didn’t have sex last night,” Y/N said. 

“We heard you guys goin’ at it,” Tommy chimed in. “You really got balls deep in there, didn’t you?” 

Nikki’s eyes went from Y/N to Tommy, a devilish smirk swept across his face. “You guys heard her last night. What can I say? I'm just that good” 

Y/N’s mouth flung open as Vince and Tommy pat Nikki on the back, praising him like mortals to a god. Y/N then grabbed a large bowl and poured all the scrambled eggs into it and grabbed all the bacon. 

“You fuckers can starve,” she told them, pushing past them as she covered the food with her hands arms. 

The boys, realizing their only food for the day was gone, shut up and followed closely only to have the door slammed and locked in their face. 

“Are you shitting me?!” Vince yelled. 

Nikki knocked on the door. “Babe, c’mon! This isn’t funny.” 

But Y/N could care less. She was munching on all the bacon and eggs they had and as far as she was concerned, that was the best revenge.

[oskea93]

Keep it to Yourself (3 - Part one)

✶ DouglasBooth!Nikki Sixx x OC ✶

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

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“Okay, well thanks for checking.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nikki!”

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

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

“He’s not here.”  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She looked confused for a second, “19.”

Nikki – you fucking bastard.

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

“Nikki loves me-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bandpreferences15]

The Life of a “Tour Mom”

Masterlist

Requested by the lovely @hiworlditishumbleme 

Hey I was wondering if you could write something for Mötley Crüe where the reader has been with the band since the beginning and is a motherly influence. Like she is roughly their age but just takes care of them and is the only one that can truly control them if need be. I just think it would be so cute and like they could call her Ma. I feel like if she were to get with one of them though it would ether be Mars or Tommy. It’s just something that I would love for you to bring to life

A/N: I did leave out the bit about the reader dating one of the boys because I couldn’t decide which one to use lol. If I do a second part to this, I’ll pick then 👌

Update: As I wrote this it kinda turned into a Tommy x reader.....my bad

“Same old shit every damn day....” you mumbled under your breath, sliding the scrunchie off your wrist and tying Vince’s blonde hair into a little topknot while he was hunched over the toilet. Another late night of partying sent you into mom mode, trying to make sure the boys survived at least until the next show. 

“Ughhh..” Vinced moaned, his stomach no doubt churning from the amount of alcohol he’d consumed a few hours prior. You rubbed his back soothingly, placing a cup of water next to him before making your way to the doorway of the bathroom. “Thanks, Ma.” you heard him mumble.

As you exited the bathroom you went in search of the remaining aftermath of last night’s party, thankful that the boys were staying in a house rather than a hotel. It made it easier to keep track of them. You found Nikki passed out on the couch in the living room. He looked otherwise intact, however, the closer you got, the more you could see how wrong you were. There was gum in his hair, he had a cut on his left eyebrow, and his shoelaces were tied together. You sighed, grateful that the rental house’s kitchen came fully stocked. You plucked a jar of peanut butter from the cabinet just as Mick was walking in, rubbing his temples.

“Coffee’s on the counter, Mick. House meeting in a half hour.” He waved you off but nodded nonetheless, pouring himself a steaming cup and sitting down at the kitchen island. He rested his forehead on the cold marble, sighing in relief as it seemed to help the pounding in his head. 

Nikki stirred on the couch as you approached, looking around as if he didn’t know where he was. He stretched, nearly rolling off the couch, the only thing stopping him being your own body as you sat beside him. 

“Morning, Ma. What happened last night?” He tried to run a hand through his hair, wincing when he got stuck in the gum. 

“Nik, it’s 1pm. Not exactly morning. And hold still, I’m trying to help you, you big baby!” Nikki batted at your hands flitting around his face and hair, only stopping when you grasped his wrists and gave him a stern look. He pouted, folding his hands over his stomach while you worked. After a few minutes, and peanut butter covered hands, you were finally able to get the sticky pink substance out of Nikki’s hair. 

You gently punched his arm.

“All done. Go get yourself a shower, you stink.” Nikki rolled his eyes, standing from the couch but falling to the floor soon after.

“Son of a bi- TOMMY!” Nikki fumed from the shaggy carpet under his cheek. It was then you realized that you had not yet seen the tall drummer. A giggle sounded from behind the kitchen counter and you caught the tail end of Tommy’s escape from the room as you looked up. You rolled your eyes, pulling off Nikki’s boots that you’d completely forgotten were tied together.

Tommy peeked around the corner again and you pointed a threatening finger at him.

“You. Sit.” Tommy hung his head, stalking over and slouching to the couch in front of you. Nikki gave him a glare and made an attempt to take a swing at the tall brunette, before you chucked the pair of boots at him. “You, Shower. Now.”

You turned back to Tommy, folding your arms over your chest and cocking one hip. “Did you tie Nikki’s boots together?” Tommy snickered, quickly catching himself and trying to put on some semblance of a poker face. “Jesus, Tommy! What if he fell down the stairs or into the pool?!” 

“Could you maybe not yell?” Mick groaned from the kitchen.

“You stay out of this!” You glanced back at Tommy, raising an eyebrow. “Why are you fine?” 

“What?” Tommy looked utterly confused.

“Why are you fine? Hey, look at me.” You gently grasped his chin, looking into his eyes. The weren’t dilated and he didn’t smell like alcohol.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Tommy smirked, the flirty comment knocking you out of your thoughtful state. You gave him a little shove. 

“Are you sober right now?” you asked, the surprise clear in your voice. 

“Why, yes, I am.” he smiled innocently. You backed away slightly, lowering yourself into the chair opposite him. Tommy leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees and giving you a megawatt smile. “Close your mouth, darlin’. You’ll catch flies.” He laughed, tapping your chin. You closed your mouth, giving him a questioning stare.

“Do you mean to tell me that you didn’t drink yourself into oblivion or take any kind of drugs last night? I find that extremely hard to believe.”

Tommy sat back, slinging an arm over the back of the couch. He smiled softly, almost as if he was embarrassed. 

“I didn’t want....” he trailed off, speaking so low you could hardly hear him.

“Speak up, Tommy. What are you up to?!” 

“I said I didn’t want you to have to deal with all of us while we were down for the count, ok! Last time we had a party like that we were all so wasted and you had to take care of us even though you’d hardly slept yourself and we had a really busy day that day and I know you work really hard and I just wanted to, you know...help, I guess.” The words rushed out of him and he shrugged gently, not meeting your eyes. 

You hand flew to your mouth, hiding a shy smile.

“Tommy? Hey, come on!” you tapped his knee and he finally met your gaze, a light blush on his cheeks. “You were worried about me?” you asked softly. 

“Yes, Ma. It’s because he loves you now will you please shut the fuck up? My head is killing me!” Mick interjected from the kitchen.

“Fuck off, old man!” Tommy yelled, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips as he stood abruptly. 

You glanced up at him, words lost on your lips as Tommy awkwardly shifted in front of you.

“Tommy? Is that true?” you whispered.................

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Keep it to Yourself (2)

✶ DouglasBooth!Nikki Sixx x OC ✶

Warnings: Mention of drug use, cursing. A/N: Thank you so much for the love guys!! I hope you enjoy the 2nd chapter, it's kind of a long one. If you would like to be tagged, just let me know! Gif(@ughmerlin)

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“Is this some kind of sick joke, Bryant?”

I leaned my head against the payphone door – watching as Nikki filled up his car. “Afraid not.”

Wyatt stayed silent for a moment, my surprising news turning more into a nightmare as the minutes passed. He let out a sigh, “You’re 20 years old – got your whole life ahead of you but you decide to fuck it all up by eloping that idiot.” His usually soothing voice dripped with anger.

It was a total whim – Nikki and I were just sitting around, and he brought up the idea of getting married. We’d been together for a year almost and the thought of marriage never crossed my mind. I didn’t even think Nikki found our relationship to be serious half the time. He had dreams of becoming a rockstar – a wife – the old ball and chain – would only hinder that dream. There was no ring – no getting down on one knee. It was basically you have this one chance to say yes and get it done or it’ll never happen again. We scrounged up enough money to get a marriage license and were married the next day at the courthouse. A random guy from the street was our witness – Nikki buying him a bottle of booze as payment. It wasn’t the fairytale wedding most girls dream of, but it worked for us.

“I thought maybe you would have a change of heart and be happy for us.”

An annoyed laugh rang through the receiver, “Be happy for you – Bryant, you need to be married to this kid like you need a hole in the head. I’ve told you from day one that he wasn’t the one – have you're fun and then leave. You need to be with a man that has structure – someone with a steady income – I don’t give a shit if the guy works on Wall Street or at the gas station on the corner, Nikki is not the man you need in your life.”

“That’s rich coming from you, Uncle Wyatt.” I muttered.

This seemed to piss him off even more – “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

I played with the phone cord, unsure of what to say. “It’s just –“

“Just what, Katherine?” His tone aggressive as he used my legal name. “Now that you’re married, you think that you can talk to people however you want? Just remember this little girl-“ He paused. “I’ve known guys like Nikki all my life – Hell, I’ve been one of those guys and I know how they pick one girl, stay for a bit, and then move on to the next thing. Don’t come crying to me when he kicks your ass to the curb when the next little hottie crosses his path...”

I could pick the man out of a sea of people.

His hair was a little longer than I last remember – his clothing changing with the times and trends. The fancy sports-car that the guys purchased for him glistened in the California sun – the sun hitting the red paint just right.

“There she is.” His arms spreading open expecting me to jump right into them for one of his ‘famous hugs.’

“Hey, Doc.” I forced a smile as he pulled me in.

His touch felt more like relief than welcoming – kind of like a forced thank you for coming and saving my ass. “I’ve missed you, kid.”

I pulled away first as he took in my appearance. It’d been almost three years since we’ve seen each other – a lot of things changing in that time. “You look great.” He smiled. “More mature – nothing like that little girl I met backstage.”

“Yeah, well –“I shuffled nervously. “Someone had to grow up and become the adult.”

His eyes locked with mine, squinting as my words coursed through his brain. “May look different but that attitude is still the same.” He pulled my suitcase out of my hand, placing it in the trunk as I placed myself in the passenger seat. I took a couple deep breaths – the reality of what was about to happen finally hitting me. I was cool as a fucking cucumber the whole flight – only worrying that Wyatt would pop up at any second and drag me off the plane by my boots. I didn’t think about what I would do or say when I finally saw Nikki again. I already knew that he wasn’t going to be happy – raging would be more like it.

The thought of if this was a good idea was now creeping into my psyche. Hannah’s warning to watch my moves and have an escape plan just in case he’s bad enough where he tries to harm me played on repeat as Doc drove through the canyon. From the way he was going, Nikki still lived in the same house.

“So-“Doc smiled. “What’s been happening with you lately? Last I heard you were living in South Carolina.”

I glanced at him through my shielded lenses, rolling my eyes. “Just living life.” I was short.

“You got a job?” He continued to press.

“No –“I turned to look at him. “I just live off my good looks and hope old men want a young plaything to leave all their money too.”

His face instantly fell as he glanced at me – my face expressionless as he fumbled to form a sentence.

He chose to end the conversation after that leaving the rest of the journey completely silent. I was somewhat grateful but talking made me forget about my internal thoughts – the ones eating away at my emotions...

“Where are we even going?”

I watched as million-dollar homes passed by as we travelled further into the hills. Nikki remained silent – his eyes hidden behind his dark shades – a stoic expression on his stubbled face. We had been driving for almost 30 minutes – silence taking up most of that time. I could tell from his body language that he was nervous. His body was stiff as he kept both hands on the steering wheel. He was home from the first leg of the Shout at the Devil tour – the guy I had known before tour started was left somewhere on an abandoned highway. Nikki was different – a little distant – more focused on the drugs and booze than before.

Instead of saving the money that was coming in from the shows, he and the rest of the band went on a spending spree – laying thousands down on new cars, expensive clothes, and the finest designer powder they could get their mitts on. It was a nice feeling not to be struggling anymore but Nikki was going through the money like water in the desert. His habit went from a couple bumps here or there to being desperate for the next fix. Shady looking characters were in our apartment every night as he got ready to go out with the guys. They followed him around like a puppy would their owner – Nikki was their client – he had the money, and they had the blow.

I kept glancing at him as he concentrated on the road, “Is there a party up here or something?”

He cleared his throat, slinking further into the leather seat of the Camaro. “No.” His answer simple.

“Then why the hell are we u-“

He stopped the car in front of a large home – the exterior darker than those around. “Welcome home.” His voice flat. I looked between him and the house – confusion written all over my face.

“What?”

“You wanted a house, didn’t you?”

I stayed quiet for a second – trying to process the situation. “Are you trying to tell me you bought a house – this house – and you didn’t bother to ask me how I would feel about that?” I pointed towards the home; my eyes fixed on Nikki.

He ignored the question, driving past the gate that secured the house from the open road. The driveway was long and steep – the house sitting perfectly on the hilltop. It was an open landscape – not many trees and the perfect view of those that lived in the valley.

“Nikki – you can’t be serious right now?” He placed the car in park – turning the engine off before removing himself from the car. I didn’t wait for him to let me out, hastily slamming the door shut as he rounded the passenger side. “Please tell me you didn’t buy this house?”

“You know-“He smiled as he removed his sunglasses – the telltale signs of last night written all over his face. “You bitch about living in a small apartment but yet here you are bitching me out for buying you a beautiful house.”

I raised my hands in the air, “I didn’t ask you to buy me a fucking house, Nikki!”

He rolled his jaw in anger as I vented about how we were supposed to be saving money and not throwing it away on things that we didn’t need or things we could wait for. I was perfectly content in staying in the apartment – hell, it was better than the one he was in when I first met him. I made sure to keep it clean and we shared the rent 50/50. Just because Motley had become a success didn’t mean that I wanted him spending that hard earned money on a house. We had plenty of time to look at houses – a house we would both love – not the first one that had a for sale sign.

“Fine –“His voice low. “You don’t want to the fucking house – “He hastily reached into his shirt pocket fishing out the key before throwing it as hard as he could down the embankment. “Then no one will fucking get the house!”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” My anger exploded as I raced to find the key. He stood behind, leaning against the black hood. I knew it was gonna be like finding a fucking needle in a haystack – the only chance of getting into the house would be to break in...

Doc’s car pulled up the familiar driveway – Nikki’s overzealous purchases sitting in front of the house. “I’ve always hated this house.” I muttered.

“Yeah-“Doc smirked. “Nikki’s made mention of it a time or two.” He placed the car in park – a knowing sigh slipping past his lips. “Ready for this, kid?”

I tucked my lip between my teeth – a nervous habit I had since childhood. “Ready for it like a hole in the head I guess.”

He chuckled at my answer, walking up the stairs ahead of me. The day I left kept flashing in my mind – the way my shoes hit the stone steps – Nikki trying to follow behind but stumbling from the drugs. Doc unlocked the door using his personal key that he had made, telling me that he had keys to all the guy’s houses. Stepping across the threshold showed me just how much he had changed. The once bright living room was now painted in a dark red – black, leather furniture scattered around the room. The house was an absolute mess! Liquor bottles, beer cans, food containers, and clothes littered the living room and kitchen.

“You can’t afford to get him a housekeeper?” My nose turned up at the smell. “This place is a fucking pigsty, Doc.”

He waved me off as he started towards the staircase. From what I could see, all the doors to the rooms were closed – the bedroom we shared being off to the left side. “Let me go see if he’s up and decent.” I nodded my head, looking around in disgust at the mess.

Gold and platinum records lined the walls – older photographs joining here and there. The photos that hung while we were together were nowhere to be found – probably burned and turned to ash. Heavy footsteps sounded as the person descended the stairs – my heart starting to race at the thought of seeing Nikki again.

Doc appeared seconds later, “He’s not here.” He spoke out of breath. “Fucking needles and baggies are lying all over the closet floor – probably got high and left for God knows where.”

I threw my purse on the couch, taking a haphazard seat as Doc began to pace the room.

“When’s the last time you seen him?” His eyes connecting with mine.

He thought about it for a second, “Probably three – four days ago I guess.”

I looked up at the ceiling, my tolerance for him starting to waver. “You have a guy that’s actively addicted, knocking on death’s fucking door, and the last time you laid eyes on him was four days ago? Are you fucking kidding me, Doc?”

“I talked to him on the phone the day before yesterday and he sounded fine. I can’t be on babysitting duty twenty-four fucking seven, Bryant. I have other bands that need me –“

“No-“ I cut him off. “You have other cash cows that are out there killing themselves so you can make a name for yourself and have money in your pocket.”

He ran a hand through his thinning hair, “I didn’t bring you out here so you can rip me a new one, Katherine.”

My anger finally coming through, “Don’t fucking call me that.” My finger pointed in his face. “You don’t have the right or luxury to ever call me by my real name.”

“And who has that luxury, Bryant?” He pressed. “Your fucking ex-husband who’s out there killing himself because you fucking left him? You know you may think it’s my fault that Nikki is the way he is, but you’re just as much to blame. He didn’t get bad until you sent the fucking divorce papers – this is on you, sweetheart.”

“Fuck you.” I pushed past him, making my way to the front door.

I started walking down the driveway, not even caring that the sun was starting to set, and I didn’t have anywhere to go or anyone to pick me up. I made it about halfway down before Doc’s car came up beside me. “Get in the car, Bryant.” His voice monotone. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard that in my 25 years of being on this planet. That was my go-to move anytime Nikki pissed me off and we happened to be in the car. Hell, there was sometimes I would just get out of the car at a red light and start walking down the busy street.

“I’m sorry –“ I turned to look at him. “I don’t accept rides from assholes.” My boots slapping against the concrete.

Doc let out a string of curse words, finally stopping the car as he got out and tried to catch up. His fingers grabbed tightly onto my wrist, spinning me around into his body. “Fucking stop, Bryant.” His breathing ragged. “I already have enough to deal with and you acting like a fucking brat doesn’t need to be added to the plate.” I pushed the hair out of my face, yanking my arm out of his hold.

I waited a second as he walked back to his sports car before inching my way back to the passenger side. I may have slammed the door a little too hard, earning a look from Doc as he drove to the main road.

“Vince is throwing a party-“He spoke. “My guess is Nikki’s probably there since all the dealers are there.”

“He’s like a month flying to a bug zapper.” I mumbled.

The drive to Vince’s beachside mansion didn’t take long – traffic being light for that area. Different cars surrounded the home as music blared out of the open windows. I watched as people moved out of the way as Doc drove up to the front – those outside looking to see who was arriving. I didn’t bother waiting for Doc this time – getting out and stomping up the staircase.

I had no idea where he could be – the house was ginormous. The music grew louder as I neared the living room – a circular couch sitting in the middle of the room. A tall skinny guy was the first person I noticed – still having the same stupid haircut he had when we first met. Tom was a fish out of water in the world he lived – the opposite of Motley Crue. It still amazed me to this day that he was the reason Motley got signed.

My eyes moved across the couch, a head full of jet-black hair bent over a silver serving tray caught my attention. I watched as the lines that were perfectly placed vanished as the rolled up bill moved in a vertical motion. His head popped up for a moment, rubbing his nose as the high was hitting.

“I see you found him.” Doc stood next to me. “This is mild compared to what he’s usually doing.” I kept my eyes trained on Nikki as he talked to Mick and Tom – laughing at whatever they were saying. “Bring back memories?”

I glanced at Doc, rolling my eyes before walking towards the white couch. Nikki was in his own world that he didn’t even notice that someone was getting closer. Tom was the first to notice, his jaw dropping to the floor as his eyes grew wide.

“Holy shit.”

Nikki and Mick looked up to see what caused Tom’s reaction, Nikki’s eyes connecting with mine. It took him a moment before his smile started to fall – sobering up within seconds.

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Hello! So, after rewatching The Dirt and reading some great Nikki stories on here, I have decided to rewrite/repost Keep it to Yourself. It's been almost 4 years since i've worked on the story, but now I feel very motivated! With that being said, if you were already tagged in the previous version and would like to be tagged again, just let me know and I will get a taglist together. I can't wait to release Bryant and Nikki back out into the world!

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My Brother’s in the Band (Part 2)

Tommy x Reader

Read Part 1 Here

Masterlist

Summary: Your brother catches you in a compromising position with one of his bandmates and now you have to deal with the aftermath....

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, creepy dudes, Vince being a little shit

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The atmosphere in the green room was nothing like you’d expected to find before a show, but then again, it wasn’t every day that your brother caught you in a heated makeout session with his new bandmate. You and Tommy sat on opposite ends of the dirty green room couch, the aforementioned piece of furniture vibrating slightly as a result of Tommy’s knee bouncing up and down nervously. Mick paced quietly in front of you, every once in a while stopping to open his mouth as if he were going to speak before shaking his head and resuming his conflicted walking. You spared a glance at the lanky drummer. He had slouched back against the ragged cushions, chewing on his thumbnail. He looked terrified. It was adorable. 

You knew your brother wouldn’t actually hurt him. Mick was never one to take out his frustrations on someone else. He would much rather lock himself in a room and compose a mean guitar riff. Nikki sat cross-legged on one of the vanity tables, nearly bouncing with joy. He couldn’t wait to see how this one turned out. The awkward silence in the room was broken when a whirlwind of blonde hair and leather pants stumbled into the room.

“Sorry I’m la- well hello.” The singer’s eyes landed on you, turning up the charm. 

“I wouldn’t go there, Vince....” Tommy mumbled, earning a smirk from you.

“You don’t get to talk!” Mick pointed at Tommy, the threatening look returning to his eyes.

Vince looked over at Nikki who was currently motioning between you and Mick and mouthing ‘sister’. 

“Oh shit! this is your sister?! Well, man, I guess we know who got the looks in that family!” Vince stated, prompting a laugh from everyone but your seething brother.

“She’s off limits, you fucking child. Seeing her with one of you was quite enough. I have no desire to witness anything of the sort ever again!” Mick yelled. Vince looked confused as he turned to Nikki, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t look at me. This one’s on Tommy.” Vince smiled, leaning forward to  clap Tommy on the shoulder.

“Good work, Tommy boy! You know, if you’re up for sharing...” Vince wiggled his eyebrows, jumping back as Tommy swung at him.

“Shut up, man. It’s not like that!” 

You barely had enough time to stand from the uncomfortable sofa and place a firm hand on your brother’s chest before he attacked the smaller blonde. There was fire in Mick’s eyes and you thanked every higher power there was for the backstage worker who came in to announce they were ready to begin.

“Um, sorry to interrupt, but we’re ready for you.” The man clutched his clipboard to his chest protectively, almost looking like he was ready to use it as a shield in case anything was thrown at him. 

You patted Mick reassuringly.

“Go get your guitar and kick some ass.” You smiled at him.

“Yeah I know whose ass I’ll be kicking...” he said under his breath. You glanced back at Tommy, who had strategically placed himself between Nikki and Vince in the line to get out of the room. You gave him a small smile, desperately hoping that your brother hadn’t scared him off. Granted, your meeting hadn’t been the conventional type, but there was something different about him. 

--After the show--

The boys returned to the green room in a haze of sweat and cigarette smoke, the vibe in the building still buzzing with the hype of the new band. You were beyond surprised when you were lifted into a sweaty hug and spun around. Tommy placed you back on the ground quickly stepping away, his hands up as the smile dropped from his face.

“Sorry, fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t-” You were about to tell him that it was fine, that you were proud of them when -

“Y/N!” Your brother wandered into the room, thankfully having missed Tommy’s affections. “What did you think?” he asked nervously. You’d known Mick your whole life, he was your big brother...the brave one. This was a side of him you’d rarely see. He was seeking your approval. You pulled him into a hug, not really surprised when he didn’t reciprocate. 

“I’ve never seen anything like it, Mick. You guys really are something.” you said as you pulled away, not missing the slightest of smiles that passed over your brother’s lips. “I’m gonna go get some celebratory drinks! You guys clean up your stuff and I’ll meet you at the bar.”

“I think I’m gonna have a smoke before we start. Back in a flash.” Tommy said, that megawatt smile back on his face, clearly happy with how the show went. You wandered out of the room into the small back hallway that lead from the green room back to the main bar room. You fanned yourself slightly with the band flier you brother had given you that morning, the stuffiness in the air getting worse as you entered the room full of people. 

Squeezing your way up to the bar, you were attempting to flag down the bartender when you felt a hand on your wrist. A glance behind you provided an unsavory view of a clearly drunk man flanked by two others. The one who now had a firm grip on your wrist, smiled menacingly, the drink in his hand sloshing out of the glass as he swayed on his feet. 

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here alone?” he slurred, tugging you closer, your elbow now bent painfully as he held your wrist against his chest. 

“I’m not alone, now please let me go.” You said calmly, though your racing heartbeat would have given you away if anyone could hear it. 

Surprisingly, he released you as the bartender came over to take your order. You’d assumed that he’d gone, but after the bartender placed the tray of shots in front of you, you were yanked backward, the creep’s hand on your hip, slowly sliding around your stomach. You struggled in his grip, trying to stomp on his foot in an effort to make him let go. 

“Hey! Ass wipe! Get the fuck off.” Tommy’s raised voice echoed despite the crowded bar. A few people around you stepped back as Tommy shouldered his way to your side, no doubt hoping to avoid being caught in the impending brawl. You could smell the cigarette smoke and night air on his T-shirt as he sidled up next to you, grabbing the man’s hand from your waist and shoving him back a few feet. The creep stumbled back, his glass crashing to the ground as his friends caught him. 

Tommy gently took your hand in one of his, the other reaching around you to pick up the tray of shots from the bar. You’d nearly made it back to the hallway door when you heard a booming voice behind you.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime, boy? Why don’t you go on home and let the adults play. I’m sure the little whore wouldn’t mind sticking around.” Tommy dropped the tray of shots on a nearby high-top table, rage clearly boiling in him. He let go of your hand, gearing up for a swing when you caught his wrist.

“Tommy, don’t” He look at you in utter confusion.

“This son of a bitch called you a whore. That’s not fucking okay!” he yelled, trying to shake you off. You kept a firm grip on him. You could see the smallest amount of softness return to his eyes as he sighed.

“Don’t.” you repeated. The man and his friends laughed. Tommy’s jaw clenched as he reached to pick up the tray once again, looking over his shoulder to make sure you were following him. His eyes widened in shock when he realized that you were not in fact behind him, but instead stalking toward the man who’d just been harassing you.

“Ah. See! I told you she’d be ba-” the large man stumbled backward as your fist made contact with his nose. You stretched your fingers, trying to shake the pain from your hand.

“Fuck, that hurt way more than I thought it would.” you mumbled.

“Jesus chr-” Tommy dropped the tray, his long legs taking him the few steps he needed to get to you. “Are you insane?!” he grabbed your arm, ushering you back to the green room. You snatched a shot from the tray, downing it quickly in an attempt to numb the pain in your hand.

You’d just opened the double door leading back to the green room hallway when you found yourself face to face with your brother. Tommy’s hand immediately dropped from the small of your back.

“Listen, Mick before you go all ‘crazed big brother’ on me again, don’t blame Tommy. He was just-”  

Mick held up a hand, effectively silencing you. He smiled, like, actually smiled.

“Nice punch.” You stared at him, open-mouthed in shock. 

“Why don’t you take that in to the boys. I’m sure they’re more than ready for a drink. He nodded toward the tray in your hand. You nodded slowly, making your way into the green room where you were rushed by a smiling Nikki who happily nicked two of the shot glasses from your tray. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Do you mind? I’d get up, but...” Vince’s wicked smirk looked up from the couch, the two women draped across him making you scoff. You placed two shot glasses on the small coffee table in front of him.

You were about to hand one to your brother when you realized he wasn’t in the room....and neither was Tommy....

[bandpreferences15]

The Dirt Masterlist

Tommy:

My Brother’s in the Band  

+Part 1 

+ Part 2 

Mama

Here Now     

+Part 1

+ Part 2

The Life of a “Tour Mom” 

+ Part 1

Watch and Learn (Tommy x Goth!Reader)

+ Buzzing

+ When I’m With You

+ Maybe? Maybe.

Nikki:

The One

Busted 

Secrets and Cigarettes

Someone You Loved

Vince:

Borrowing

Mick:

Mick’s Imaginary Friend

Mötley Crüe x Reader

Hey, I love you