#some of the booth people had nikki shirts and i was so jealous

[rev-plays-nikki]

Anime NYC was really fun!! Elex’s booth was not hard to find, although the Food Fantasy side was facing me when I came in, and Love Nikki was on the other side. Please forgive my abysmal photo taking skills lol I tried to at least get the booth, and I got a decent one of Giant Momo up there. I meant to take pictures of the prizes and things they have, but forgot in all the chaos.

There are a few free things you can pick up at the booth. There are little like magnet token things? and there are “3D” little standing paper doll type things of suits from the game that you can get two of for free. You can get four of them for free if you’ve signed up previously that you will be there on the google form they posted a while back on the official Facebook page! The little 3D figures are mostly suits that we have on our server, but two that we do not have yet. One from the Blood Moon hell event, and the other from 4 Gods.

They have a few Momo plushies, and a couple dresses, and possibly other things I missed because I’m oblivious, but these you have to win by playing their claw machine. Apparently only winning the red ball in the game will let you win Momo or the dresses. You get an extra chance to play the claw machine if you show someone at the booth your screenshot from voting for LN in the google poll thing, I believe. 

Ok, so now to my interactions with them lol. Everyone was really nice and great! The Facebook side of things does not seem to have coordinated very well with the Actually Doing Stuff IRL side of things though. I believe Facebook said that if you signed up to show up at their booth they would have a free Momo plushie among the other gifts, but this did not make its way to reality lol. I’m kind of assuming they had too many people interested to do the free Momo plushie thing? I don’t know, pure speculation. Also I could be remembering wrong haha...

Anyway, due to my social anxiety, and just anxiety in general, I did not end up asking or saying any of the things I meant to say. One of them also directly asked me at one point if I had any feedback or constructive criticism for the game or anything like that, and my mind just decided to completely forget everything it ever knew, so that was cool. I WISH I had at least asked them to pleassssee stop changing everyone name every five minutes!! and asked when Dreamweaver is coming.

However, these are just volunteers, so they do not have like a ton of information about future stuff. Or if they do, I’m sure they’re probably not supposed to give it out freely. I assume, had I asked about Dreamweaver, or anything coming in the future, someone would have told me that they’re working on it, which I believe is what they said when someone asked them about it at the California con. Most of the people I talked to also did not even recognize the 3D figure suits that aren’t on our server yet, which led me to believe they don’t have much knowledge of other servers/what is to come for us at all. (Which is fine, that’s not their job lol just so we’re clear)

I had a great chat with some of them about how long I’ve been playing and all that, and I took a picture with Giant Momo whom I must admit terrifies me a little lmao...

To anyone else who may be going: definitely give them your feedback, they seem like they really do want to hear it! But please, PLEASE, be kind and polite about it. These are volunteers, not corporate execs or whatever. They aren’t the ones who make the decisions, they’re just there to help and have fun and pass on what they’re told. Anyway, that said, have fun!! And good luck with the claw machine if you play it!

Phew, that got real long, sorry y’all! Hope everyone is having/had a good day, I’m exhausted I’m going to bed now.

[prettyyoungandbored]

Why You Don’t Get Drunk at Kid’s Party [‘You and I’ Side Story]

Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x Reader

Request: N/A

Summary: Nikki finds himself at Doc’s kid’s birthday party and makes a stupid drunk decision to attend. 

Nikki wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up in front of Doc’s pearly white beach house mansion on a late Saturday afternoon, but that’s where he’d ended up. 

He started drinking with Vince at a bar on the Sunset Strip around 11 AM, pounding drinks one by one. He took a swig of the large bottle of Jack Daniels and made his way across the lawn and to the gated area. 

He let himself in, taken a back by the colorful balloons and crowds of people in bright pastel colors mingling with one another. Was Doc having a party and if so, why the fuck was Nikki not invited and why the fuck was there a clown? 

Then he noticed the kids. The amount of kids outnumbered adults. On a table, stacks and stacks on presents with a colorful banner that spelled out “HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAX!” 

Max was Doc’s youngest kid and it was his birthday. 

Even in his drunken state, Nikki realized what he’d done which is why when he made eye contact with Doc, he realized he was in deep shit. 

Doc excused himself from some ginger-haired woman. “Sixx, the hell are you doing at my kid’s party?” Doc asked. 

“I figured...ya know...why not make him the coolest kid at school by appearing at this...thingy...and...and...yeah.” 

Doc exhaled. “You’re trashed.” 

“It’s not that bad.” 

“You’re holding a bottle of Jack and you look and smell like shit.” 

“Wow...fuck you man.” He chuckled and went to take another swig as Doc rubbed his temples. 

“Stay right here, don’t move or talk to anyone, you understand me?” 

“Crystal.”

Doc left, leaving Nikki to become a fixture for many of the part guests. He rolled his eyes, as if they had a right to roll their eyes. He was one of the many reasons Doc lived the life he lived and had the money he had. He profited off Nikki’s talent so who were these pastel-wearing fucks to judge him?

“Whoa, Nikki Sixx?!”

Nikki looked down to see a young boy with dirty blonde hair and a pale pink polo shirt with pants. In his hand, some random creation made out of a purple balloon.

“What’s up, kid?” Nikki grumbled.

“I can’t believe you’re at my party.”

So this was Doc’s kid. He had to be no more than 10,11 years old.

“You look a little young to be a Mötley fan,” Nikki remarked.

Max shrugged. “My dad lets me listen to them.”

Nikki hummed. In all fairness, Nikki was listening to rock music when he was Max’s age. But then again, for young Nikki, rock was an escape from his shitty mom and her revolving door of abusive boyfriends. It helped him get out his anger and frustration he’d felt about the way his life had turned out. It eased the pain of a father who couldn’t give two shits to care about him.

Then, for the first time in a long time, Nikki was able to muster feelings in a drunken state. He looked around Max’s party, realizing Doc most likely organized it. Here was a young boy, loved and adored by his father who had the world and more...and Nikki couldn’t be more jealous.

Nikki handed Max the bottle of Jack. “Happy Birthday, kid.”

Max took the bottle, staring at it. Nikki gave him a pat on the shoulder and made his way out of the house to the gate area, when he tripped on the lawn and fell face forward.

He tried to get up, but his body said no so he listened and closed his eyes.

______________________________________________

When he woke up, he found himself back in what looked like a living room. He couldn’t make out where exactly he was, until Doc and Y/N walked in.

Y/N had her arms folded her chest, lips pulled in. He was in deep shit when they got home.

“Time to go,” Doc said, hanging Nikki the bottle he’d given Max earlier.

Nikki got up, taking the bottle. He followed Y/N out the door.

The walk to the car was quiet, with the exception of the sounds of their feet walking through the grass and the sounds of the car doors opening and closing.

Y/N put her hands on the wheel, eyes closed. Nikki stares at her, his stomach in knots.

“Y/N-.”

“He’s 11.”

Nikki lowered his head, her ice cold tone weighing on him heavily.

“I’m so-.”

“You’re not. You’re not sorry. You’re only sorry you got caught.”

She turned on the ignition and they drove off.

When they got home, Y/N went into the guest room, locking the door. Nikki laid in the bedroom watching MTV.

Hours had passed and Nikki turned off the TV and went outside to the backyard. He put his feet in the pool, and strummed his bass lazily.

“He was going to drink it, you know.”

He turned around to see Y/N standing behind him. “He didn’t drink it?”

“Some woman took it from him just in time,” she replied. “At least that’s what Doc told me.”

She sat beside him, sliding her feet under water. “How old were you when you started drinking?”

Nikki shrugged. “Maybe 12?”

“You couldn’t have waited until next year to give it to him?”

Her small smile eased the tension. Nikki chuckled. “I didn’t actually think he would try to drink it.”

“You’re a famous rockstar and he probably looks up to you, which is his first mistake.”

Nikki shook his head. “Jesus, that’s rough.”

“I forgive you,” she said, sighing. “But I need you to promise me two things.”

“Which are?”

“One, you never pull that shit again...and two, if we ever have kids, you wait til’ they’re teenagers.”

He laughed and nodded. “I promise.”

[prettyyoungandbored]

You and I {Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx} Chapter Two

Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x Reader

Summary: There was a time when all Y/N and Nikki had were themselves and Nikki’s dreams of creating the next great band. What happens when the dream comes alive?

Taglist: @fandomshit6000 @cosmicsskies @tashy-bear @versaceismehoe @thissongitsaboutyou

A/N: I’m blown away with all the likes and reblogs and comments the first chapter received. It’s the first time I’ve gotten over 200 notes on a fanfic I’ve written on here so thank you times a MILLION! 

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 The next evening Y/N was walking home after a long shift at Donny’s. She crossed her arms across her chest as she made her way along, letting out a tired yawn. She was grateful Dottie let her go earlier than usual. 

“We have enough people on tonight,” Dottie assured her. “Besides, you and Nikki can use a night in.” 

Just then one of the other waitresses, Ariel, came up to the counter. “Oh, you two are still together?” she asked. 

Y/N gave a tight smile, not in the mood to deal with this bullshit. “Yes. We still are.” 

Ariel eyed Y/N, letting out a sharp “huh��� before walking away. Y/N rolled her eyes. “If I got a dollar for every time one of those bitches asked me that question I wouldn’t have to work here.”

Truth be told, the girls Y/N worked with had given her shit long before Nikki and her got together. Y/N wasn’t the most popular waitress at Donny’s. She wasn’t one of their best either which resulted in her getting looked down upon. So when Nikki rejected service from all the other girls except Y/N, it just added fuel to the fire. 

Dottie shook her head. “Just ignore them. How many times do I have to keep telling you this?” 

Y/N swung her purse over her shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

As she walked along the streets, she couldn’t help but notice the group of girls that walked by. Y/N pursed her lips back. In truth, she was jealous of them. Before she met Nikki, she spent the vast majority of her time alone. She moved to LA by herself, lived alone, and struggled to make friends. It wasn’t until she and Nikki started hanging out that she was able to get out of her house and enjoy West Hollywood. 

She went up the stairs to the complex and unlocked the door to find Nikki sitting around the table with Tommy and a man with jet black hair and wearing a t-shirt that said “Freak” on it.

“Hey...uhh,” Tommy greeted, pointing his drum stick at her.

“Y/N?”

“Y/N! Sorry. Hey!” 

She chuckled as she went over to Nikki, kissing his cheek. “Hey.” 

As she set her bag down, Nikki pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her. Y/N rested the back of her head on his chest. 

Nikki motioned to the older gentleman.“Babe, meet Mick Mars.”

Mick gave a small, unenthusiastic wave. He was very stern looking, his piercing blue eyes judging the world and everyone around him. 

“Ah yeah, I remember reading your ad,” Y/N said. Then something hit her. “What happened to blondie from this morning?” 

Nikki took a swig of his beer. “Mick fired him and took his place.”

 “Good. I hated that guy anyway.” Y/N stole Nikki’s beer bottle as he gave her a look. 

“Babe, you met him for thirty seconds.”

“And yet the only impression I got from him was that I wanted to punch his face.” She took a sip. “What are you guys gonna do about a lead singer?” 

“Actually we found him,” Tommy answered. “My buddy Vince. I went to high school with him.”

“He’s coming by tomorrow if you want to see us play,” Nikki suggested, resting his chin on Y/N’s shoulder. 

Y/N shrugged. “I don’t have work til’ the evening so sure.” 

She pat Nikki’s leg and handed him back his beer. “Well I’m gonna take a shower. Tommy, nice seeing you. Mick, nice meeting you.” 

“Night Y/N,” Tommy called out to her as she left. The second the door closed, he turned to Nikki. “Dude, you’re so fucking lucky.” 

Before Nikki had a chance to answer, Y/N called out from the bedroom, “He knows!”

Later that night, Y/N sat in bed reading the latest Rolling Stone magazine. “My Kinda Lover” played softly on their radio. Her hair was still damp from the shower. Nikki entered, throwing off his shirt before plopping down beside her on the bed. He rest his head on the palm of his hand.

Like she loved watching him work, he loved watching her read. That was one of the things that attracted him to her. While he always teased her for staring at him when they first met, she had no idea he was always staring at her when she wasn’t looking. He loved how on a slow night she would lean against the counter and be engulfed with a copy of Rolling Stone or the newspaper. The way lips would purse as she read drove him crazy. 

Her eyes fell to his. “What?” 

He grabbed the magazine from her hands, and tossed it off to the side. He pulled her under him as she laughed. His lips peppered her with kisses on her face, going down to her collar bone. Eventually he rested his head on her chest as her fingers tucked his hair behind his ear. 

“You should’ve seen this guy perform,” Nikki sighed. “He had like all these girls reaching out to trying to touch him. Fucking incredible.” 

“And his voice? How was his singing voice?” 

“Not too bad. I think it’ll workout.”

Y/N nodded. “Well at least he’ll bring you guys some eye candy for the shows.” 

He chuckled. “For him and the others, sure. I don’t really give a shit about them.” 

“And yet they still throw themselves at you and wonder why you’re with me.”

Nikki’s head lifted up, his eyebrows furrowed.“Are the girls at the diner still giving you shit?” 

Y/N scoffed. “When aren’t they?” 

“Hey, look at me” he whispered.Her eyes met his as his thumbs rubbed her bare hipbones. “Fuck them, alright. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know and I know I shouldn’t give a shit or be jealous or whatever. I just...I see the girls come into the diner or who came to your shows with London and it just doesn’t make sense why you’re with me when clearly there are better options out there.” 

Nikki’s head hovered over hers. “What better options? I don’t see better options.” 

“I do and if I were a dude I too would choose them.” 

He sighed. “You’re my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night. You are the only person I’ve ever given a shit about.”

She knows this is true. His abusive upbringing made it difficult for him to be anything but cold, yet he never once showed her that coldness. 

“You are the most important thing in my life, Y/N. Do you understand me?” 

Y/N stroked his cheek with her thumbs. “Aw honey...it’s ‘most important person’ not ‘most important thing’.”

He rolled his eyes. “You know what I meant.” He moved off her and instead, pulled her close to him so that their foreheads were touching. 

“I promise if this thing takes off, I’m gonna buy you a big house,” he said.  She moved closer to him. “Ooh I like these talks. Please, go on.” 

“It’s going to be right on the beach.” 

“Perfect for nightly skinny dipping and beach sex.

Nikki chuckled. “There’s gonna be a room that’s just for you. You can do whatever you want in it, turn it into whatever you want. Entirely p to you.”

As Nikki continued to talk about their dream mansion, Y/N’s eyes grew heavier and eventually she fell asleep.

 The next day, Y/N sat on the couch with a book in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Nikki and Mick were going over chords while Tommy was walking around.

Nikki and Mick then looked out the window.

“Tommy, your boy’s here,” he called out. 

Tommy joined Mick and Nikki by the window. 

“Who’s the chick?”Nikki asked. 

“Which one?” Mick responded, in a near whisper. 

It was a comment that made Y/N chuckle.

The boys moved from the window and got into positions. Nikki swung his bass strap over him while Tommy sat at the drums and Mick tuned his amp. There was a knock on the door. Nikki went over and opened it. 

“Hey,” he greeted casually.

Walking - no - strutting through the door was a svelte blonde in a strapless, nude jumpsuit and kitten heels. She removed her sunglasses and eyed the apartment. Y/N knew girls like this one - living off Daddy’s money and doing whatever and whomever she pleased. 

The person she pleased entered into the apartment not too far behind. He had long, shaggy, blonde hair and wore a red and white baseball tee. 

“Hey, man,” Nikki said going in for a handshake. “Nikki.” 

“What’s up, man? Vince.” 

As the boys greeted Vince, the blonde continued to eye the room when they fell unto Y/N on the couch. 

“Who’s she?” the girl barked, motioning to Y/N. The boys fell quiet. 

Y/N sighed. “I live here with the bassist who’s also my boyfriend. Now, who the fuck are you?”

Mick snickered as Nikki held back a smile. The girl kept her mouth shut but her pout and dagger eyes still intact. She returned her gaze to Vince. Vince then went up to her. 

“What’s up babe?” he asked her. 

Her eyes shifted to the band. “I’m just trying to make sure these guys are good enough to play with you, baby.” 

Y/N leaned up from the couch. “Are you fu-.” 

Just then Mick started strumming the guitar, a fast melody coming out. As the blonde bitch took a seat, Tommy banged the drums followed by Nikki’s bass. It was a semi fast rhythm, and in Y/N’s opinion, not much different than all the other glam rockers she’d heard before. Then Vince starting singing. 

Plug me in I'm alive tonight Out on the streets again

His voice was good but the music drowned out him out, making him a little hard to hear. It wasn’t that they were terrible, but it needed something a little extra. 

Turn me on I'm hot to stop Something you'll never forget

The blonde bitch shook her head and stood up. 

Take my fist Break down walls I'm on the top tonight-

“This isn’t right! Stop!” she said. 

The music silenced. 

“Sorry what?” Nikki snapped. 

“This music’s way too heavy, baby,” the blonde said to Vince. 

The boys and Y/N snickered when Nikki shot a look at the blonde. “Thank you,” he remarked dryly. 

Mick interjected. “Why don’t we just tune it down a whole step so he can-.”

“Let’s play it faster too,” Tommy added. 

The girl took a seat giving a snappy look. Nikki turned to Vince and the paper Vince had in his hands.  “If you really stretch out the chorus and punch the top man, hit this note,” Nikki instructed. He pointed tot he blonde. “And muzzle that.” 

The blonde sat up. “Hey, fuck you asshole!”

Y/N stood up and grabbed her arm. “Sit the fuck right now.” 

The blonde pointed a finger in her face. “He doesn’t tell me what to do so go fuck yourself-.” 

Her voice drowned out from the sound of Mick’s guitar. The fast, hard hitting rhythm grabbed Y/N’s attention. Tommy and Nikki followed suit and what came out was unlike anything Y/N had heard before. The rhythm was in-your-fucking-face and showed no signs of lagging or slowing down. If you banged your head to it, your head might eventually fall off.

Then Vince sang again. 

Plug me in I'm alive tonight Out on the streets again

Turn me on I'm hot to stop Something you'll never forget

His voice was sharp as knife and rough, almost sinister. Y/N stood, her jaw dropping. 

Take my fist Break down walls I'm on the top tonight

No no You better turn me loose You better set me free 'Cause I'm hot young running free A little bit better than I use to be

 “Holy shit,” was all Y/N could say.