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earthfire-75 · 3 years

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Call me

Mick Mars x OFC

Author’s notes: just an idea I got based off on one of @thesmokingguns headcanons, cover songs

Call me (call me) on the line

Call me, call me any, anytime

Call me (call me) I'll arrive

When you're ready we can share the wine

Call me

Anjelika takes the same path to and from work every day, passing by the Seventh Veil. She’s used to seeing people coming in and out of the strip club every night. Tonight, however, she finds her path blocked on her way home. Literal barricades surrounded the area and she noticed a film crew as she looked around. If there were signs, she had clearly missed them. She was about to look for a way around all this so she could get home.

Anjelika was tired, hungry and her feet hurt, but then she saw four guys walking towards the entrance to the club and one of them caught her eyes. Long black hair, a little shorter than what she normally preferred, but he was wearing aviator sunglasses, so she couldn’t see his eyes.

She couldn’t stop herself from following him with her eyes until he disappeared behind the door and she let out a sigh. Then the man beside her spoke, making her jump since she hadn’t noticed him before.

“Would you like to meet them?” He asked with a knowing smile.

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Who-“

He nodded his head in the direction of the door. “Don’t tell me you don’t know who they are!” He added when he noticed my confusion.

She thought about it and something clicked. “They did look familiar…”

“It’s Motley Crue!”

“Oh…” she breathed like she couldn’t quite believe it. “I knew they lived around here, but I never thought I would ever actually run into any of them…”

“So…did you want to? Meet them, I mean.”

“I-I would love to, but I need to get home before I pass out where I stand. I just got off work.”

He didn’t say anything, just nodded. Anjelika didn’t move though and he raised an eyebrow at her. She bit her lip as a thought came to her and She dug into her purse for paper and pen. “This is probably crazy…” She mumbled as she wrote down my name and number. “Please give this to Mick.” she instructed, handing the guy the paper and hoping she hadn’t just given away her information to a crazy person.

“Mick?” He asked, sounding a bit surprised.

“You heard me,” she said with a smile. “Now, I really do need to get home.” She looked around and saw that the camera crew was no longer there, probably gone inside as well. There were still some security guards outside and the barricades were still up.

The guy next to me waved over one of the guards. “See to it this lady gets across the barricades, she’s just trying to get home.” The guard nodded and escorted Anjelika to the other side. She thanked him and continued on her way. When she did finally get home, she just took off her heels and crashed on the couch.

Anjelika was woken early the next morning by the ringing of her phone. She crawled to the other end of the couch where the phone was on the end table and picked up the receiver. “Hello?” She asked, cringing at herself because of how rough her voice sounded.

“Uh, hi. Is this Anjelika?” A vaguely familiar male voice on the other end responded.

“Speaking. How can I help you?”

There was what sounded like a sigh of relief. “Thank God…sorry, but I was half expecting this to be some kind of twisted joke by my friends.”

“Wait…Mick? Mick Mars? Please tell me it’s you.”

“Uh…yes, that’s me.”

“Oh, thank God I didn’t hand my name and phone number over to some random stalker or some shit!”

They shared a laugh. “I promise you, Doc isn’t a stalker. Um, that’s our manager. The band’s, I mean.”

“Your manager? I am surprised he actually gave you my number.”

“If Doc says he’s going to do something, he does it.”

“Good to know.”

“Hey, listen,” he began, sounding so nervous it was kind of adorable. “Would you like to meet up sometime?”

Anjelika couldn’t quite believe her ears “I’d love to. I’m actually off work today. If-if you’re available?”

“I will be, though not until late this afternoon. Do you just want to go for coffee? Or-or maybe dinner?”

Anjelika couldn’t help but smile at this man’s adorable awkwardness. “I think coffee first.”

“First?”

“Consider it a test, Mr. Mars.”

He chuckled. “And what do I get if I pass?”

“That dinner. And if you play your cards right…me.” Anjelika immediately wanted to kick herself . What was she thinking saying that? It didn’t help when Mick remained silent on his end. “I’m sorry, I-“

“No! No, it’s alright. I just…wasn’t expecting that response. There’s-there’s this hole in the wall cafe a couple of blocks down from the Seventh Veil. Well, two blocks and around the corner.”

“You mean Maurice’s?

“Yeah! You know it?”

“Yeah, I usually go there on my days off for some time to myself for lunch.”

“How the hell have we never met before?”

“Shitty timing. That’s my kind of luck.”

“Meet me there at 3?”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

“See you then, Anjelika.”

“Bye, Mick.”

They hung up the phone and Anjelika got up to make herself some breakfast and coffee before starting to clean up her apartment since she hadn’t really done so all week. She took a shower and then started to get ready, agonizing over what to wear. She still wasn’t sure if it really was Mick she was talking to on the phone and she wouldn’t know until she met him. Finally, she decided on a pair of leather pants paired with a white blouse and heeled boots. Anjelika left her hair down and kept her makeup light. She grabbed her purse and headed to the cafe.

When she got inside the building, she looked around and sure enough, there he was, sitting at a table towards the back. Mick fucking Mars. Anjelika held her shit together, surprisingly, and approached him.

“Mick?” There was still disbelief in her voice.

“Yeah. Anjelika?”

“Yeah…”

Mick immediately got up from his seat and came around the table, embracing her in a gentle hug before releasing her and putting out her chair for her.

@nature-and-music @mickmarstookmyheart @lady-jane-revisited @sinning-sixx @niksixx (let me know if you want to be added to (or removed from)the tag list for any future Mick Mars fics)

#my fic #motely crue #mick mars #mick Mars x ofc #mick mars fanfiction

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bitter-13-suite · 4 years

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Some fanart I drew, inspired by a fanfic that @niksixx wrote -- Treasure. Thank you so much for sharing your lovely works!

I know that the Mick in the fic is technically Iwan Rheon's, so, I apologise for drawing him in a style closer to that of the real Mick Mars.

Hope these do your work at least some justice.

#mötley crüe #motley crue #niksixx #fanfic #fanart #mick mars #mick mars x ofc

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livingmybestfictionallife · 3 years

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just letting you know i love live wire so much! it’s great!!

I’m so glad!!! I’m working on Ch 15 right now and 16 is half way done! I’m always down to hear thoughts and theories on what’s going to happen bc I haven’t decided what will happen yet, so please reach out. I love talking about The Dirt and Live Wire

#the dirt ofc #the dirt fandom #the dirt vince neil #the dirt tommy lee #the dirt mick mars #the dirt nikki sixx #live wire #motley crue x ofc #motley crue x oc #mötley crüe fanfiction #the dirt fanfic nikki #the dirt fanfic #douglas booth nikki sixx ofc #douglas booth nikki sixx

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sothischickshe · 2 years

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I created and single-own the relationship tags Rio x Envelopes and Beth x Her Bourbon Glass on AO3 and I couldn't be more PROUD!!!!! 😂😇😍

(you did create this new ask game where ppl come and tell you what tags they invented, right?)

haha!!! wellllll i was actually contemplating a new tag game, but i applaud this initiative!!! <3 <3 <3

& those truly are fantastic tags, normally i think i hold my own with this game (i mean ive got rio/rio, dean boland & rio, beth boland/sleep, rio/dean's bathrobe AND amber dooley/ofc) but those are god-tier (as is dean boland & you which you inexplicably failed to mention?!)

in fact... P I V O T !

let me rec you some RARE rare ‘pair’ fics?!

(& also tut at basically everyone in this fandom including myself for not using the relationship tags on ao3 that fully, haha)

ao3 / tags

Hell Is Other People by @onemore-light technically isn’t the only fic tagged beth boland/rio/james fitzpatrick, butttt im pretty sure the other fic using said tag doesnt mean it (it’s also got beth boland/ruby hill/annie marks tagged and uh guyZ, i do not think that means what you think it means ha, but! i digress! my point: im counting this for being a single intentional use!). it’s SO creative and i love it!!!

the instigator by @inyoursheets likewise technically isnt the only fic tagged as beth boland/rio/rhea, but since the other one also uses the beth boland/ruby hill/annie marks tag im gonna apply the same logic. anyway: this fic!!!! yes.

Ain’t No Sunshine by @missmaxime is inexplicably the only beth boland/jim turner fic on ao3. also it’s so fricking good!!!

Come, let us march against the powers of heaven by @fairhairedkings (which is a fabulous ~brio ~reincarnation fic) is, im pretty sure, the only gg fic tagged as aphrodite/ares

You & Me Babe How About It is not in fact the only fic tagged as beth boland/debbie ocean, buttt since both fics are by @nakedmonkey im gonna ~cheat and count this ship singly anyway haha. an inspired pairing!!!!

And I’d have told you I was lonely too by @fairhairedkings is a great rio-was-johnny graceland/good girls crossover fic, and the only paige arkin/johnny tuturro fic in the gg tag

Rush by Azdaema is SOMEhow the only fic tagged beth boland/adrenaline????!?!?!??!?!!?

vile and yet devout by @inyoursheets is the first part of a very sexy brio grocery manager au (!!!!) and features background jt/annie marks/nancy (and is sadly the only fic using this tag)

Drop your defenses (and come into my arms) by @pynkhues is a magnificent mar(r)y pat/mick series!!! (ship of ships!!!) AND the first part is also tagged as boomer/pain, which is truly one of the most important gg ships

your thighs, my throne by ElasticElla is SOMEhow the only diane/phoebe donnegan fic?!!!

Falling for her incognito by @misshazelevers20 is the only fic tagged diane x rhea & it’s a lotta fun! (althoooo listening through the airshaft by @mego42 (which is a fantastic multi-outsider pov fic about beth/rio) features rhea/diane!!!! and is that tagged thusly you ask? why no it is not)

Crush by @foxmagpie (which is a prequel piece for delinquents, and features silly sausage baby rio) is im pretty sure the only gg fic tagged original female character/original male character (which is uh...making me realise i def shouldve tagged one of my fics like that too, whoops ha)

gimme the dream by ElasticElla is the ONLY beth boland/amber dooley fic somehow!

Knock First by @bensonstablers is a v fun threesome fic, and the only one tagged as beth boland/rio/original male character(s)

ao3 & tags

Milkshakes by @bensonstablers (which is a LOVELY pre-canon beth/rio fic) is the only one tagged as emma boland & rio (although May The Moon’s Silvery Beams by @pynkhues is also deffo kinda an emma & rio fic i’d say?)

AITA for wanting to stop paying my wife’s “business partner” and yelling at her? by @lemoncupcake (which is!!! the most!!!! fun!!!!!!!!!!!) is the only fic tagged as dean boland & annie marks (one day im gonna add a fic to this tag though <3)

Like Icarus Who Flies to The Sun by kibasniper (which is great fitz pov) is the only fic tagged beth boland & james fitzpatrick

Earning her M.R.S. by oyhumbug (which i am obsessed with!!! it’s a high school au where beth & rio are the teachers!!! <3) is the only one tagged with: beth boland & judith boland, beth boland & original male character(s), beth boland & original female character(s) AND beth boland & ben marks!

Walk-Off by oyhumbug (which is a sweet baseball brio AU) is the only one tagged as: beth boland & sara hill (although ahem at the In Lumine chapter of Nest in the The Center and Circumference series by @pynkhues yknow), marcus & gretchen zorada, beth boland & gretchen zorada (side-eyeing more fics than i can be bothered to list haha)

Almost Checkmate by kibasniper is great creepy phoebe pov, and it’s the only phoebe donnegan & ruby hill fic

ao3 vs. tags

i don’t think there are any of these?! im not sure this is a relationship style you can tag on ao3?! what gives, beth vs. rio is the ship of ships!!!!

tumblr-only fic (for now, grr)

I don’t think there IS any beth/phoebe tag tagged fic on ao3, but! there is a great phoebe pov beth/phoebe tumblr ficlet from @nakedmonkey (put it up on ao3 too though you monster?!)

never say never by @foxmagpie does not YET include any beth/rio/diane BUT here’s a sneak peak!

the untagged

Show Me by @janejoens isn’t tagged as beth boland/rio/original female character(s), but also that kiiiinda is what’s going on? also, it’s excellent, as is the entire series!

Working On Things by odenkirk is not tagged as beth boland/dean boland/rio(/phone) but i think that’s a reassssonably accurate description of the dynamic?! also, it’s incredible!

Touch (without leaving a trace) by @sdktrs12 is a fantabulous ~brio gang bang fic (!!!!) which deffo features some beth/mr cisco amongst others. is it tagged for any relationships other than beth/rio? non

To Face Unafraid by @pynkhues (which is a delightful xmas fic & part of the C&C series) is at least in part about rio & judith boland’s relationship (!!!!) (and ok beth & judith’s too), but it’s not tagged as such

Everybody wants to know if we fucked on the bathroom sink by @misshazelevers20 (which is wonderfully entertaining outsider pov on brio) features mrs karpinski & hipster hitted barman (!!!!!!), yet is it tagged with that?! no it isn’t!

if no one is around you, say baby i love you, if you ain't running game by @medievalraven (which is a wonderful phoebe pov wire fic) is kind of.... phoebe & beth/rio? i dont think you can actually tag things like that on ao3, which now i think abt...is kinda unreasonable...? i don’t think there’s a single fic tagged beth boland & phoebe donnegan though, which is kinda wild??

Both Sides of the Law by @joeyjoeylee (THE law school au!!!!) deffo has plenty of rio & gretchen zorada but isnt tagged for that (again i dont think there’s any fic tagged thusly? w i l d ! )

Copper Kisses by @missmaxime definitely has some beth boland/rio/jim turner Vibes but isnt tagged with that (is my fic with similar vibes tagged any better? no but ok im not the one on trial am i)

.....so ughhh i might go add some relationship tags of my own to my bookmarks is i think what im saying haha (or more like think abt it & then not do it which is practically the same thing right?)

addendums

I shouldn’t need to rec your own fic to you (although you do seem to have forgotten it?! ha) but i also can’t let an opp to rec: But the tigers come at night with their voices soft as thunder (by @bourbon-ontherocks) pass! a fic where dean complains abt his sex dreams abt rio to you the reader inaugurating the dean boland & reader relationship tag which was better than i could possibly have imagined!!!!!! so good!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also! there are several gg fics tagged with no relationship/s (some of which confused me, I mean Sure am using you (by Aniara) isn’t tagged as rio/original female character? anyway it’s amazing, but that’s not a single-use tag so i digress).

no tag is i guess def not a single use (lack of) tag, but i feel like these probs don’t get recced much so here’s one:

Under no illusions by mallanghours (is this basically a dean & rio fic...you decide! haha)

anyway! back to the original point haha.... indeed, do all come tell me about the relationship tags you (will) inaugurate w/ your gg fic (existing or to-tag or to-write)!!! and/or which of these thus far ~single-use tags you plan to fill up??!!!!

#nbc good girls #tv #fanfiction #fanfic #gg fic recs #this ended up turning into a call out post for ~everyone including me for not tagging relationships on things haha #i really thought i could just scroll through my bookmarks for stuff other than brio & find everything #but no! as aforementioned! the tagging! haha #ok i see why ppl add their own bookmarking tags lightbulb emoji lightbulb emoji lightbulb emoji #i dooooo think getting a good grade in relationship tagging IS something that's possible to achieve and normal to aim for non?#anyway i really am going to go do some writing um...#oh if any of the authors are on tumblo & not tagged do lmk!#appolz if i fucked up any of the links or titles etc #this is also a call out post for ppl who put fic on tumblr and not on ao3 too wah #and a yearning post for not-just-brio fics #Something

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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The Reluctants | Chapter 2 | The Reluctant Tenant

Pairing: Adam (OLLA) x OFC (Charlie Bock)

Summary: Charlie can’t believe her luck when she lands an apartment all to herself in Quincy, Massachusetts in a decaying triple decker. But life gets more complicated when someone moves into the basement. Specifically her landlord, Adam, who also happens to be a vampire. As life collapses around Charlie, these two forge an uneasy and unlikely relationship. But is their relationship as doomed as the building they live in?

This Chapter: Charlie discovered the true identity of the man living in the basement through unusual means.

Warnings: Violence, Smut, Frottage, Dry Humping, Teasing, Coming In Pants, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex. Couch Sex. Kidnapping. Stalking. Non-Graphic Violence, Character Death

Charlie bounded out of bed that morning a half an hour before her alarm was set to go off. She hurried to the kitchen and slapped the coffee maker before popping a cinnamon raisin bagel in the toaster.

“Call on me, Call on me…” Charlie sang into her knife as she waited for the bagel to pop up ready to slather it with a generous amount of cookie butter. That ridiculous Eric Prydz song had wormed its way into her brain last night during her research. Now she couldn’t stop singing it. Or thrusting her hips.

As the coffee dripped and her bagel breakfast toasted, Charlie headed to the second bedroom. Or the room of requirement, as she called. She meant it to be her home office but instead stored all the bits and pieces of her life that had yet to find a place in her apartment. Charlie sighed and took a deep breath, twisting the brass knob and pushing the door inward. It stopped short about a third of the way. She slithered her way into the room to discover her collection of hockey sticks tumbled over, blocking the path of the door.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” she cursed mostly at herself as she righted the tub that housed the sticks. She surveyed the room, gingerly stepping around stacks of books and old stuffed animals crammed into banker boxes.

“I should sell all this on eBay.” she muttered while moving back issues of Real Simple and Martha Stewart Living Magazine.

Her Christmas present from her mother every year. Even though she never read them and would sooner read Guns and Ammo over that drivel. And Charlie never owned a gun. Just another way for her mother to comment on her inadequacies as a woman and a daughter.

“There you are.” She unearthed a pair of Bose stereo speakers. “Come here, my beauties.” She lifted them from their hiding spot, cradling them under her arm.

It took about an hour and two cups of coffee for Charlie to find the optimal spot to set up and then hook the speaker up to her phone. She laid the speakers face down against the floor at where she expected for Mr. Shelley’s living area. She adjusted the volume and clicked open the playlist she prepared last night.

“Let’s smoke you out, Mr. Shelley.” She pressed play on her phone.

Oh baby, baby

Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know

That something wasn’t right here?

The speakers vibrated the floorboards, causing decades of dust and debris to sift up from between the cracks. Charlie’s nose scrunched up in disgust.

“Oh man, I walk barefoot in here.”

Her head snapped to the door as Britney continued to sing, expecting a knock at the door. But as Britney faded out and *NSYNC’s Bye Bye Bye, there was no knock. Not even when the Macarena clicked on. Charlie resisted the urge to stomp on the floor or yell. Anything for a sign of life. She shrugged her shoulders and headed to the kitchen to grab her dustpan and broom. The least she could do was clean the floors.

By the time the sun set that day, Charlie knew all the words of the entire Christina Aguilera catalog and all her books were organized by color and then alphabetized by title.

KNOCK!

She yelped and jumped in place when a solid knock hit her front door.

“About fucking time.” She picked herself off the floor where her record collection laid strewn about mid-collation and answered the door.

She had never seen such a beautiful face look so pissed off. Mr. Shelley’s striking features marred by what she could only describe as malice and murder.

“You look like Syd Barrett got caught in a lawnmower.” Charlie commented without thinking. Her thoughts often dropped onto her tongue like gumballs when she was nervous, and Mr. Shelley made her very nervous.

“Can you turn that fucking shit down?” He growled, his lips a tight line. “I haven’t fucking slept all day.”

Charlie smirked. “I just have a few questions…” He rolled his eyes and turned to head back to the basement. “I hope you like Disney!” She called out. He snapped around and leaned against the doorjamb.

“I’ll report you for noise violations.” He smiled back.

“Actually… Quincy city ordinances indicate that between the hours of 9 a.m. and 5 p.m. on weekends and holidays the decibel level shall not exceed 75dBA and then 65dBA after 5 p.m. That is slightly louder than a conversation and since you and I are conversing with ease. I think I am in the clear. Perhaps you should have soundproofed the basement before you moved in.” Charlie smirked.

“What are you, some kind of lawyer Ms…?” Mr. Shelley rubbed his temple, failing to will away the headache this conversation was creating.

“Bock. Charlie Bock.” She extended her hand. “Yes I am. I work at Legal Aid, Downtown. What do you do? Besides, own this home.”

He ignored her question. “Listen Ms. Bach.”

“Bock.” she corrected.

“That’s what I said, Bach.”

“No, Bock.” She clicked her tongue on the last syllable. “Hard ‘k’. Common mistake.”

“Fucking zombies.” he muttered.

Charlie pushed forward, ignoring the zombie remark, but cataloging it in her mind for later. She was wearing him down. “Listen, I just have some questions, agree to talk to me and the music stops. Plain and simple.”

“No.” he drawled, turning on the well-worn heel of his boots.

“Please?” she begged. He responded by shooting her the bird.

“Rude.” Charlie thought out loud as she shut the door. “Fine, you want to play, let’s play.”

Adam groaned as the music continued for most of the night after his run-in with Ms. Bock. As promised she switched from the 90s teenybopper trash to Disney and show tunes. He wasn’t sure what was worse, show tunes or the prospect of stepping into the sunlight and burning up. A tan sounded excellent right now.

Adam curled the pillow around his head to muffle the sounds of Julie Andrews gleefully singing for people to rot their teeth by ingesting sugar on its own rather in something sensible like tea. It didn’t work.

Matters were not helped by the fact he was hungry. He needed to drink, but he couldn’t with the infernal racket going on upstairs. Charlie Bock, the name sounded like someone ripped it from the pages of a noir detective pulp novel. Charlie Bock, private eye. More like Charlie Bock, bloody fucking annoying girl.

And why was she wanting to talk to him? He pondered pulling the pillow off his face and sat up on the edge of the bed. He never understood the zombies’ need to socialize with neighbors. Proximity did not equate familiarity. As Julie faded out and some song sung by a girl reporting that the “cold never bothered her, anyway” came on, Adam resigned himself to the uncomfortable task before him.

Charlie was ready to settle in for another night of reruns when another knock rang out from the door. She shuffled to find a robe to throw over her pajamas, flinging clothes around the room. Another knock and then the doorbell. Repeatedly.

“Is he fucking leaning on it?” Charlie groused as she padded to the door without a robe.

“I’m here.” she spat out, swinging the door wide. He leaned against the side of the house. If possible, his hair was even more mussed than before. The corners of her mouth twitched in satisfaction. “Ready to admit defeat?”

Adam rolled his eyes, arms crossed in front of his chest. His eyes narrowed towards her, piercing through her green eyes. His gaze dropped for a moment and he caught his tongue darting out of his mouth while staring at his bosom heaving. Her quickened breath gave away her fear. It hung in the air like stale perfume. Fuck, he was hungry.

Charlie shuffled her feet and tugged at the low scoop neckline of her top, doing little in the way of covering her assets. Her discomfort almost brought the slightest smile to Adam’s face. Almost.

“Tomorrow 8 p.m. Your place. Two questions.” He turned to leave.

“Ten questions.” Charlie countered.

“Three.”

“Eight. Ever heard Baby Shark?” She poised her finger over the phone screen.

“Six. Final offer.” He leaned towards her. Charlie acutely aware of his height in this moment.

“Fine.”

“Fine.” he snarled heading back down the porch steps and to the basement entrance.

“Can I at least get your real name?”

He disappeared around the corner. “Adam. That’s one!” he shouted into the night air.

Charlie shut the door. “Adam.” She had trouble falling asleep that night.

That night’s activities exhausted Adam, so he slept through the commotion of Charlie straightening up the apartment. Had he woken up, he would have been welcomed to the sounds of her doing two loads of dishes and rearranging both her kitchen and living room furniture.

“Oh fuuuuccck…” Charlie cursed as she yanked the armchair into yet another seating arrangement. She realized she cared what Adam thought of her home. A lot. “No… no… no… SHIT!” Charlie flopped in the armchair in disgust. At herself. For falling for her landlord.

“I don’t even like musicians.” she lied to herself, conveniently forgetting Mark, Tyler, and that guy from college who insisted on calling himself “Mick” after Mick Jagger even though his real name was Simon.

Charlie pushed the thoughts away when she grabbed her coat, keys and purse, heading out to pick up some drinks and snacks for later tonight.

Adam overslept the date, no appointment, with Charlie. He hadn’t needed to be anywhere at an appointed time in a century at least. So he didn’t set an alarm. Not that he had an alarm. Although looking back, Adam was certain he could have fashioned a suitable alarm clock from the bits and bobs of machinery in the cramped basement given the proper time and motivation.

But now time was at a premium. He needed to feed before heading upstairs. A mistake yesterday. Staring at Charlie in that ridiculous low cut top sent his body into a tailspin. If the conversation had gone on much more, she would have likely seen one of his fangs, threatening to make an appearance. He hated how his body couldn’t tell the difference between hunger of the flesh and hunger for blood, causing him problems more times than he cared to remember.

In his haste and quick movements, Adam tripped on the upturned corner of an ancient Turkish rug, the canister fell from his hands. With the cap already loosened on the canister, the blood formed a dark puddle on the ornate geometric pattern. He’d never get that stain out.

“Shit. Fuck!” A nearly full canister of the good shit, O-negative wasted. And to top it off, his supplier was indisposed for some time. He would have to figure out a way to make due with his remaining stash.

He grabbed an old towel from the unused bathroom and sopped up the mess as best he could. Adam gathered the now bloody towel along with other debris from the living area, cramming it into a paper bag as he exited the basement to toss all of it into the communal garbage cans leaning against the decaying siding. He didn’t notice the bloody towel fallen at his threshold when he stepped over it to get cleaned up, his mind on other things.

At fifteen past eight, Charlie stomped her foot and rose from the sunken futon.

“This is bullshit!” She marched out the front door. Charlie was already formulating her rant in her mind when she pounded on Adam’s door. She glanced down to find a towel stained red. Blood red. She picked it up and sniffed. Metallic.

Adam opened the door as he adjusted the collar on a charcoal gray silk button down. Their eyes locked. His an unnatural blue, Charlie’s a deep emerald green. And then Adam saw what was in her hand.

“Where d’you find that?”

“At your door. I KNEW IT!” she did a little dance in place, pulling the towel close to her. “You’re the fucking Mob or something! Oh, shit. I need to call the cops! You murdered someone!”

Charlie twirled in place like a top. She realized she was pressing the towel against her chest and threw it in the air in disgust. Adam with his supernatural speed grabbed the towel mid-air. Charlie stopped in her tracks, mouth agape.

“How did yo—” Her words cut short as Adam jerked her into the basement by her wrist.

The door slammed behind her and Adam released her wrist, walking away, huffing. This was not how tonight was supposed to go. He was supposed to answer some questions to appease her curiosity and then go on living their separate lives. And now Charlie stood in his home, his sanctum, smelling all kinds of… FUCK! he still hadn’t eaten.

“Listen, if you are planning to kill me, there are people who will—”

“No there aren’t.” An edge to his voice.

“I beg your pardon?” Charlie blinked before trailing after him. “I happen to have lots of…” Her voice trailed off. “Wow…”

Every square inch of the walls was covered in instruments hanging from hooks. Acoustic and electric guitars of all shapes and kinds. Several violins and a viola. Plus other stringed instruments she didn’t recognize. There was an upright bass in the corner behind a drum set. And a makeshift recording station in another corner.

“How in the hell? Who or what are you?” Charlie breathed the stale air of the basement as she continued to turn, taking everything in. How the hell did he even get all this down here without her knowing?, she thought. Her face pinched into a scowl. She stopped spinning and planted her feet facing Adam. “I’m waiting for answers.”

She placed a hand on one hip while the other one jutted out in a snap, causing her breasts to bounce. God, he needed a drink!

“It’s better I show you.” He left the room at a brisk walk. Charlie stepped to get a closer look at all the instruments. “Don’t touch anything!” He called out just as Charlie reached out to smooth her fingertips over the polished wood.

Like a child in a museum, she folded her hands behind her back. She walked the perimeter of the room, getting close but not touching. She could spy a fine layer of dust and dirt on tops of some, some looked freshly cleaned. Charlie winced when she recognized her stunt was the likely cause of the dust.

“I said no touching.” His lips pulled tight across his teeth.

Charlie waved her hands from behind her back. “You can’t touch with your eyes.”

“You can if you try hard enough.”

He placed a small crystal glass next to a tall metallic canister akin to a thermos. “Sit.” He barked like Charlie was a dog in desperate need of obedience training. In Adam’s mind, it wasn’t far from the truth. His mind wandered to all the ways in which he could break her. Make her whimper. His fangs made their presence known. He poured a small amount of the blood into the goblet and downed it. He had company. His fangs tinged pink as he fell back onto the wine red velveteen couch and for a moment he forgot everything except bliss.

After several moments, Charlie cleared her throat. Adam popped open one eye to find her sitting there, hands folding in her lap, making herself as small as she could.

“So…” she started, Adam popped open his other eye. “… you’re a vampire.”

He didn’t respond, instead rolling his eyes. He waited for reality to sink in and Charlie to go screaming into the night. Adam sighed and huffed, contemplating the fact he would need to move again. Packing up the recording equipment would be a bitch.

“Zombies. Shit.” Adam muttered under his breath.

“You’ve used that term before. Like…” She held her arms and moaned. “Brains… zombies?” It surprised him she was still here, her hands once again neatly folded in her lap. Like at church.

Adam huffed again. “That is about how humans act these days.”

Charlie crossed her arms and leaned back. “That’s an awfully pejorative term.”

“That’s the entire point.” His words sharp.

“Shouldn’t you use a nicer term for a being which you need to survive?” Her green eyes blinked, and Charlie remained unmoved.

“Shouldn’t you be running out of here in terror or disgust?” Adam snapped back.

Her nose scrunched up, and she shifted to face him. It was adorable. Adam hated adorable. And cute. And fluffy. The change in angle allowed Adam a view down Charlie’s sweater. A dark violet sweater with a deep v. All the blood he drank moved to a different part of his body. He stood to disguise his condition from Charlie.

“Are you saying that because I should be afraid of you or because you expect me to be afraid of you?” Her brows knitted together, marring her face.

“Is there a difference?”

“Yes, or else I wouldn’t have said it that way.” Her gaze followed him about the room. His torso twisted as though he was recoiling or hiding from her. “Communication is not your strong suit, is it?”

“I prefer to communicate by means other than words.” His long pale finger plucked a violin string. He didn’t elaborate on his comment.

“You haven’t answered my question.” She prodded.

“You’re awfully persistent for a zombie.” She winced at the word and Adam twinged for a moment with guilt.

“I’m a lawyer that is literally part of the job description.” She stood and smoothed down the sweater which Adam was now actively averting gaze from hoping to ward off the already painful erection or making a mess in his jeans. “Let’s try another tactic. I’ll answer your question first. No, I’m not running in fear or disgust. You are what you are and there is no changing that. And you have shown nothing but… well, I wouldn’t say kindness or respect…” She rambled, Adam shot daggers. “… but the fact is you have never tried to physically harm me. So you are okay in my book. For now.” There go those nerves again. Gumballs left and right.

She stuck out her hand, trembling. Despite her bold words, inside she was a puddle. Adam raked his eyes over her, searching for any sign of malice or guile only to find none. He took her hand and shook it. It surprised Charlie to find his skin warm.

“Thank you. Now if you excuse me, I have a precious amount of time left until sunrise.” He gestured towards the door.

“Apologies!!” Charlie startled.

She rushed to the front door, with him close behind. Too close. Adam collided with her as she turned for a final farewell, their chests colliding. She reached and steadying herself against him, her fingers burned as they skimmed across his chest exposed by his unbuttoned shirt. And Adam’s erection which had subsided came raging back. Adam shuffled back to keep it from pressing against Charlie.

“I also want to say sorry for the mess I made on your instruments. I didn’t know. And I want to invite you to use the interior stairs to the kitchen whenever you need to.”

Adam smirked, his confidence and swagger returning, or that could just be his cock talking. “Haven’t you seen the movies? It’s an awfully dangerous thing to invite a vampire into your home.” His eyes heavy, charm in full force.

“I have, but how else can I get to fix my bathtub?” She continued, unfazed. “It’s been leaking for a week.” Adam’s mouth fell open and Charlie disappeared from view.

Once she rounded the corner, Charlie took the stairs two at a time, her heart racing as she shut the heavy wooden front door. She ached in a place she shouldn’t ache when talking to her landlord. Her undead, brooding musician, hot as hell, vampire landlord.

“Fuck.” Charlie cursed, walking away.

Adam stood rooted, staring at his door, his body regaining control of itself. Did that go well? He wasn’t sure.

“Shit.” Adam walked away as that fucking violet sweater haunted his mind for the rest of the evening and in his dreams.

#adam #adam fanfiction #adam fanfic #adam angst #adam fluff #adam smut #only lovers left alive #only lovers left alive fanfiction #adam x ofc #the reluctants

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sunnyie-eve · 4 years

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The Dirt Masterlist

❃ Need You

(Douglas Booth! Nikki Sixx x OFC)

Summary: Melissa had no choice but to go with her brother Mick Mars to an audition for a guitar player in a new band. Little did she know her entire life would be different from that point on. Is love at first sight possible….

{ One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / Seven / Eight / Nine / Ten / Eleven / Twelve / Thirteen / Fourteen / Fifteen / Sixteen / Seventeen / Eighteen / Nineteen }

#Douglas Booth #douglas!nikki #machine gun kelly #colson baker #nikki sixx #mgk!tommy lee #Tommy Lee #Daniel Webber #iwan rheon #Mick Mars #Vince Neil #The Dirt #Motley Crue #netflix #masterlist

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Can you do a mick mars where his wife has been hurting and realizes she has appendicitis but refuses to say until she collapses from the pain and is crying out for mick.

Ofc!! I love doing sad stuff

TW: appendicitis, meds for the appendicitis, Mick being scared for you, you being in pain, uhhh thats about it

Mick Mars x reader

^ poor baby was so worried about you when he first noticed your pains

^ you attempted to brush it off, saying you were perfectly fine, but you weren't.

^ Mick did come back from practice one time to fine you whining and crying loudly on the couch, you were just completely rolled up in a ball.

^ when Mick was really worrying over you, you tried telling him you were fine.

^ until one day you fell over, crying on the ground and yelling for Mick.

^ which obviously he had heard the loud scream, the crying, and the screaming for him. So he rushed over to you

^ "that's it tell me what wrong right now." He'd demand.

^ you told him about the appendicitis as he held onto you on the couch, making sure you were okay.

^ then he took you to the hospital, where you guys got medicine for it.

^ he told you to never, NEVER. Hide something like this from again

^ poor baby was literally horrified it was something worse than that

#mick mars x reader #80s rock #vince neil #tommy lee #mötley crüe #mick mars #nikki sixx #x reader

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livingmybestfictionallife · 4 years

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Live Wire --The Dirt--11

Summary: Wren Ledden, Tommy’s best friend from high school, has had a rough life, and she intends to keep the nitty gritty details of her suffrage to herself until the day she dies. Only Tommy has gotten her to open up about a small portion of her troubles, and it’s only Tommy who she trusts with her life. That is until her life gets turned around sneaking into a concert one night…the same night Motley Crue is born.

A/N: back with some more!!! Sorry it’s taken so long. I’ve gone from working, to getting furloughed and prepping for potential interviews to getting laid off and applying for everything I can think of in my field, but I needed a break from all that, so we have some more Motley. Another part will be coming soon (less than 2 weeks). Please leave me some feedback or reblog! I live for that shit. Also, Motley requests are open. I also have MGK and Chris Evans stuff in the works as well.

Previous Chapters: Masterlist

Watching her friends struggle to come down from the high of their first show should have been an indication for countless events that would shape Wren’s future, but being young blinded her from those potential dangers. Instead, she focused solely on helping her friends through the band’s first three performances at the Whisky. She began with an attempted apology to Tommy, which he refused to let her finish before immediately forgiving her for almost missing the show; he’d known Wren long enough to truly know her and her heart. If she was going to miss the show, it was more than likely due to something important, and besides that, he owed her an apology.

Tommy and Wren were family long before she moved in with him and his family, and long before the Crüe became a family of their own. For about half of her life, Wren had Tommy, and somewhere around their first major heart-to-heart, the pair made a promise that Tommy ended up breaking that night. He knew the emotional manipulation Wren’s parents put her through—the constant shaming her for her passions and bringing about an immense amount of guilt in order for her to abide by their wishes—just as much as she knew how silence to Tommy was a punishment. As young teenagers, the pair promised to never, deliberately make the other feel weak and unempowered in the way their parents had—whether it be intentional, like Wren’s, or unintentional, like Tommy’s.

The next three days and nights went without mention of the incident that happened when Lovey was over the night before their debut, and it went without saying that she wouldn’t be allowed back in the apartment if she couldn’t keep her trap shut, however Nikki still felt the need to make that clear with Vince. The day of their final performance at the Whisky, Tommy, Wren, and Nikki had woken up earlier than usual. At eight in the morning, Wren sat outside the front door, sipping coffee from a mug Tommy had gotten her for her birthday the previous year, and reading aimlessly through the paper. She didn’t expect to see any of her roommates until around noon or even later considering how frequently the boys slept in, however she was surprised to hear a grumbling Nikki speaking on the phone in a frustrated and exasperated tone.

In an attempt to mind her own business, Wren adjusted her position in the folding lawn chair she sat in outside their apartment, rested the paper against her now bent legs, and drank from her mug. Her eyes skimmed an article about yet another celebrity who has passed away that year and Wren could hear the huff and puff of a tired and grumpy Nikki Sixx as he stepped onto, what she referred to as a patio for lack of a better word, and dropped himself into the folding chair beside Wren.

“I take it you’re in a bad mood because you woke up too early,” she commented without pulling her eyes away from the paper.

“That was Vince on the phone,” Nikki dully stated as he lit a cigarette in frustration. “He wants to practice some specific voice stuff with us before the show tonight.”

“Okay, what’s the problem then, pissy pants?” Wren continued to skim the article with little interest in the world around her other than the coffee she continually and leisurely sipped on. Nikki pulled the cigarette from between his lips and let out a steady stream of smoke. His eyes had slowly drifted from the jagged horizon of rooftops to the soft, brown waves of Wren’s hair as it fell gently around her face. He watched as her bottom lip curled beneath her top teeth as she read couldn’t help the urge he had to smile at her. She looked peaceful sitting there in what he assumed used to be one of Tommy’s old t-shirts, her usually pale skin glowing in the golden rays of the sun, and her light eyes dancing across the pages of the paper with an intense focus that required her to chew on her lip. Nikki hated himself for wanting to reach across the empty space between them and snake his fingers between hers. It seemed stupid, cheesy, and cliché, and he hated all of those things. He’d never known love, so love didn’t exist; it was a fabrication concocted in movies to force everyday people into believing that some sort of superior feeling can exist within you, so he rejected the desire to take Wren’s hand in his and dismissed it as him falling victim to Hollywood’s attempt to play god.

“The problem is that he wants to bring that bitch over again.” Nikki noticed the soft curve of Wren’s jaw harden and the curious gaze with which she read the paper fade and be replaced with a cold, calculated grimace.

“If she’s—” Wren’s threat was quickly cut short by a reassuringly curt Nikki.

“She’s not.” Those two words coming from his mouth was enough to cause her posture to relax and her eyes to soften. Wren hadn’t even realized how tense she’d been at the mention of Vince’s girlfriend until Nikki put her mind at ease. “I told him that after last time she’s not welcome here, and if she treats you like shit at a show, Tommy and I aren’t going to step in to hold you back.” Unsure of what to say, Wren allowed her lips to curl into a small smile of gratitude before she shifted her attention back to the paper. She was thankful she had it with her; it gave her something to look at other than those damned eyes of his. Wren tried not to let her mind retreat back the night she pummeled Lovey, but she was young and weak. She could still remember how Nikki held her, how safe she felt with him, and the thought that ran through her mind when wrapped in his arms.

“Why do you do this?” The words fell from her mouth without caution and her eyes flashed up at the man beside her.

“Excuse me?” Nikki cocked an eyebrow at Wren and offered a small, forced chuckle in her direction. He knew damned well that she could see through him, yet he was still stupid enough to try and change the conversation’s course.

“Why do you do this?” she repeated, this time assuring her eyes never left Nikki’s.

“Are you mad right now?” he asked after looking over his shoulder back toward the apartment’s window to see if Tommy was awake or approaching. Both Wren and Nikki had tempers and the tendency to quickly lash out at those around them as a result of their tempers. After an incident involving a misplaced remote and Nikki and Wren yelling at one another for an hour before either of them realized they were saying the same thing, the pair decided it would be best to flat out ask one another if they were angry rather than try and gauge the other’s temper. Wren smiled to herself when Nikki asked her this, mostly because they were each a bit drunk when they devised that plan and she knew that, normally, Nikki never remembered anything that happens when he’s drunk.

“No, I’m just curious,” Wren sighed before she continued. “Why do you always defend me?”

“Tommy defends you,” he retorted.

“Tommy knows me and has known me for a very long time. He knows my birthday, my favorite food, favorite songs, he knows what I’m allergic to, knows the bullshit I’ve gone through…my regrets, fears, weaknesses. You don’t know me that way, at least not enough to constantly be jumping to my defense.”

“Just because I don’t know you like Tommy does doesn’t mean I don’t know you at all,” Nikki scoffed, “and it doesn’t mean I don’t want to know you.” Upon noticing the quick furrow of Wren’s eyebrows, Nikki inhaled sharply on his cigarette and spoke again to clear up her confusion. “I know you hate cigarette smoke, that’s why I’m sitting down wind from you. I know you can’t stand it when Tommy makes coffee, which is why you always get up earlier than us. I know you eat chocolate and peanut butter in the living room after Tommy and I go to bed, or when you wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares—yeah, I know about those too. I know you discredit yourself way too much, but for the life of me, I don’t know why, because you’re probably the smartest and most talented person I’ve ever met. So maybe I don’t know you like Tommy does, but I know you enough to know what makes you mad and what upsets you, and if I can do something to keep that from happening, then I will.” As the words fell from Nikki’s mouth, Wren was as still as the morning air around them as the golden rays of the sun slowly disappeared and daylight took over the world.

“Nikki, do you how hard it is to trust another person so completely?” The man beside her shook his head and his dark hair flicked slightly against his neck. “Neither do I. Tommy’s my best friend, but he’s also more than that; he’s my family. I don’t just say that shit because that’s how it’s like between us; I say it because I’ve never felt a familial bond with any human being—one so complete and unconditional that you know, through anything and everything, they will be there—other than Tommy. We’re family in the sense that we have to love each other no matter what; that’s what and who Tommy is to me.” Silence fell over the pair as Wren lifted her coffee mug to her lips and leisurely sipped from it as she thought of her next words. Nikki’s eyes fell from where he had held his gaze on her to the ground. Did she trust Nikki in one sense or another? Yes. Did she feel safe around him? Yes. Did those feelings of trust and safety terrify her to wits end? Hell yes! Wren didn’t know why she felt so comfortable around Nikki, but she was certain of one thing: he could turn his back on her, and she’d made the decision long ago that if she could avoid getting hurt, she’d do so at all costs.

“You’re not the only one here with a fucked-up past,” Nikki said softly when he noticed Wren shift in her seat, as if she were about to retreat from the awkward, raw, naked vulnerability of their conversation. “I know it’s hard to get close to people—why else do you think things didn’t work out with London? And I’m serious about what I said; just because I don’t know you like Tommy does doesn’t mean I don’t want to know you.” Wren rose from her seated position and stretched her spine out before responding to Nikki’s comment.

“What do you want to know, Sixx?” With a playful smirk across her face, Nikki half suspected her walls were back up, but the way she rested her back against the railing, her elbows propped up behind her rather than crossed over her body in defense, made him realize she was opening herself up to vulnerability.

“How about tomorrow, we work on some new music and hang out, just the two of us?” The smirk on Wren’s face fell into a soft smile as she nodded in agreement.

“That sounds nice,” she admitted. Nikki’s eyes fell over Wren’s face in the overly inquisitive way they had when he had walked outside, and as she noticed his gaze change, Wren reached for her newspaper and then pointed at the coffee mug.

“You can have the rest of that if you want; it’s my second cup and I have to piss.” Nikki chuckled once the door became a barrier between the pair then picked up her mug to taste a bold, black coffee with hints of mint, and once again he was faintly reminded of what her lips would taste like.

Inside the apartment, Tommy had hung up the phone with Mick, who was calling to let him know he was on his way over. “Is Vince coming too?” Tommy asked once Nikki filed back into the apartment. “Wait, what were you guys doing outside?”

“Reading the paper and drinking coffee, like I do every morning,” Wren returned and lightly thwacked a portion of the paper against Tommy’s chest and placed another part of the paper in Nikki’s hands.

“Oo! Cartoons!” Tommy cooed as he dropped onto the couch and began to flick through the pages.

“I highlighted the equipment I found for-sale. I thought we could show Vince and Mick and see if there’s anything we want, or anything we can trade,” Wren’s intonation turned upwards and her eyes widened into those of a doe as she tried, yet again, to convince Nikki to trade the extra guitar amplifier that Rick had used for a second bass drum for the drum set.

“Again, with this?” He huffed with a smirk before dropping the folded papers on his amp and grabbing his bass. He tried to be genuinely mad at her suggestion when she first brought it up, but failed miserably in doing so. Since then it’s become a bit: Wren would bring it up, Nikki would feign frustration, they’d discuss it for a moment, but both parties knew that, in the end, neither would budge. At the end of today’s rendition of the bit, Wren rolled her eyes, picked up the papers, and dropped onto the bass amp as Nikki turned his attention to the fret and began to tune his instrument to precision—a feat Wren was incredibly impressed with since he had done the same thing merely a few hours ago, just before he went to sleep.

“It’s collecting dust,” Wren retorted as she pointed the papers in the direction of the extra amp and then dropped her arms as she returned her attention to Nikki.

“Maybe you can use it as a seat,” Nikki sneered as he eyed Wren up and down where she sat; her back was upright in an impeccable posture, and Nikki rolled his eyes at the sheer knowledge that Wren’s posture was due to her practicing yoga in her room early in the morning or late at night to calm whatever nerves overcome her enough to have frequent nightmares.

“Wren sits between us so she can make sure we’re on tempo,” Tommy commented without looking up from Calvin and Hobbes. “She also likes sitting near you so you two can make your judging comments about each run through.”

“Tommy only has two feet! One for the bass drum and one for the hi-hat, what is he going to do with a second bass drum?” Nikki stated as he moved his tuning to the next string and continued to flick his eyes between his fret and Wren.

“See, judging comments,” Tommy muttered dryly as his interest in the conversation between his friends faded and was replaced by that of a blonde boy and tiger.

“What about getting Vince a better mic? He always gets tangled in the wire. We could get a cordless one,” Wren suggested as Nikki tried to strum his bass strings harder to overpower her voice. His attempt was fruitless when Wren leaned over and turned off the volume on his amplifier.

“Why does everyone else get something from this except me?” Nikki complained as he moved on to the next string on his guitar.

“Fine, what do you want, Sixx?” Wren huffed as she let her legs down from their crisscrossed position and leaned herself backwards, supporting her weight with the heels of her hands and bringing her shoulders back. Nikki swore she was pushing her chest higher to get her way, that her posture had changed as a means to manipulate him, that she had set this whole thing up, that her kindness and slight vulnerability outside being just a ruse to get him to agree to trade in something he had no physical or emotional attachment to other than it being a constant conversation piece between him and her. Before he spoke, Nikki narrowed his eyes at Wren and smirked.

“I want my extra amplifier.” His cocky tone only enhanced the smug look over his face as his eyes refused to move from Wren’s narrowed brows and sharp jaw that jutted his way. Tommy laughed at the pair’s interaction and only dropped the antics of Calvin and Hobbes when he heard the familiar chug of Mick’s car pull up to the curb, with Vince’s true love—his girlfriend’s cherry red whatever-the-fuck car—visible not far down the street.

Taking this as her last chance to mess with Nikki before witnesses appeared, Wren gave him the same up and down examination he routinely gave her. He noticed this and the smug, arrogant smirk on his face fell to an almost equally arrogant smile. Cautiously, he walked towards where she had positioned herself on his amp—when she first started doing this, it drove him insane because he assumed she didn’t have any respect for his things, then he realized she only did this because she felt safe near him, and then it drove him insane because he really liked seeing her there every time he turned around. Honestly, during the past two performances at the Whisky, if he turned his head toward his amp, a strong disappointment would overcome him when he realized she wasn’t there. Seeing her now, in a way he’d imagined in the wildest of fantasies—legs draped, arms leaning back, chest high—he bit his lip as he bent over, his face becoming microscopically close to hers, as he turned his amp’s volume back on. He had rested his hand against the side of the amp, forcing his arm to cross behind her back, and when he rose again, he could see her sharp eyes cutting into him as her teeth cut into her bottom lip.

“Your D string is a half-step sharp. You should probably fix that before the guys come back in,” Wren stated with a smirk as she slid from his amp and paced out of the apartment to welcome Mick. Nikki grabbed his instrument and strummed the second thinnest string without hearing the discrepancy Wren had mentioned. It wasn’t until he thought about her eyes trailing over him and the smirk on her face as she spoke that he caught her innuendo.

Continued Reading: TBA

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livingmybestfictionallife · 4 years

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Live Wire --The Dirt--(10)

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Previous Chapters:

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine

“What the fuck am I doing?!” Wren had been sitting on the kitchen floor, staring aimlessly out into the band’s practice spot for what felt like hours. In reality, she’d only missed out on the last five or six minutes, but during that time, her mind spun with self-actualization. The apartment wasn’t home without the band, without Tommy slamming cymbals, without Nikki grumbling at her for sitting on his amp, without Mick passing her a side ways glare whenever one of the boys did something idiotic, or even without Vince’s bantering appreciation of her help. Five years had gone by without a thought of that horrible person crossing her mind, and now because of some big mouthed blonde bimbo, Wren had reverted back to the frightened and fragile fourteen-year-old she had been.

At fifteen she decided she wasn’t going to let that tainted chapter bleed through the pages and darken the rest of her life. A year of fearfully looking over her shoulder, of feeling her heart pound within her chest so fiercely she thought she’d throw up, of not being able to trust a single damned person in the world besides Tommy Lee Bass was all it took for her to chisel her heart and turn herself to stone.

Although it was none of her business and she knew that some girls found power in their physicality and sexuality, Wren never held a high opinion for girls that didn’t seem to have a problem lying on their backs in a stranger’s room. This was half of the reason she never sought out any sort of romantic relationship; the other half was because of Clay. She didn’t want to be reminded of that night, and if she wasn’t touched, she didn’t have to remember. If she wasn’t held, she wouldn’t close her eyes and panic at the memory of having his arms around her. If she was alone, no one could hurt her.

Being friends with Tommy and hanging around with his friends during high school kept her safe, not only from the grueling torment more commonly known as teenage girl drama, but from having to fend off suitors—if they think you’re one of the guys, then you’re no longer a girl in their eyes. After escaping Clay, growing infinitely closer to Tommy, and finding some guidance from a kind-hearted man named Bob whom she met in the park she lived in for close to a month, Wren took her identity into her own hands. She loved to sing, but since her parents wouldn’t let her do it on her terms, she quit choir and only sang in the comfort of her car or shower. She dropped the good-girl persona of pastel, feminine clothing that her parents insisted she wore because, “respectable women don’t wear black leather,” and spent a solid ninety-five percent of her time with Tommy. He was her best friend, but her was also her oasis; he was peace, comfort, warmth, and protection, and she was about to let him down.

I’m not that person anymore,” she defiantly said to herself as she rose from the floor, grabbed her keys from the counter top, and rushed out the door.

During the first few nights at their new place, Wren was hesitant about living on the Strip—loud drunk people wandering through the neighborhood wasn’t exactly an appealing quality—but as she jogged the block’s distance from their apartment to the Whiskey, Wren was counting her lucky stars and praying she wouldn’t miss seeing them on stage. With the cold, evening air of the desert in her lungs, Wren’s legs carried her stride toward the bouncer who looked at her up and down before folding his arms over his chest.

“Are you looking to get in or are you out for a run?” the man questioned as he jutted his chin out in order to appear more authoritative over the much smaller young woman. Wren hadn’t even assessed her wardrobe during the moments she decided to pick herself up and not fuck up her future, and so she appeared at the club in tennis shoes, black jogging shorts, and a tattered, old AC/DC t-shirt.

“I’m with the band,” Wren stated in her best matter-of-fact tone despite being slightly out of breath from sprinting down the street.

“You and half the other underage chicks who try to slip in,” the man grunted with a scoff rising from his stomach only to be returned with Wren’s narrowed eyes and pursed lips.

“Do you want me to buy a ticket?” Wren’s snarky tone slapped the man in the face as he looked down his nose at her.

“All sold out,” he responded in a curt, unapologetic tone.

“My best friend is about to get on stage and you can be damned sure I’m not about to miss it!” Although I’m a piece of shit because I did almost miss it, she quickly thought to herself. “Is there a list or something that I need to be on?” Upon hearing her question, the bouncer’s eyebrows furrowed as he recalled one of the stage managers giving him a name—shit, what was it? Dan Lemmon? Ben Lennon? “My name is Wren Ledden. I’m sure Tommy mentioned to someone I was coming. Nikki Sixx works here; he’s playing tonight. I’m the closest thing that group of misfits have to a manager. You have to let me in!”

“Ledden does ring a bell,” the man said as he lowered his arms and stepped aside. “You can come in, but I have an eye on you. I have a friend down the strip who’s told me about you; you shouldn’t be sneaking into clubs. It’s gonna catch up to you one day.”

“If Mötley makes it as big as I think they will, I won’t have to sneak anywhere ever again,” Wren said with a smirk as she jogged past the entrance and into the Whiskey just in time to see Vince jog up onto the stage and introduce the band as his nerves fluttered around within him. Silence engulfed the room as the crowd stared at the collection of boys and men on stage. Wren hurried to make her way toward the front and hopefully ease her way backstage to support her friends, however her heart sunk to her knees at what happened next. Tommy’s cymbal rolls at Vince’s introduction ended with a smash, but not on the crash cymbal. Instead, out of nervous panic, he kicked the cymbal stand over and earned a humiliating fit of laughter from the audience.

Wren contemplated jumping onto the stage to help him reset his drums, but Tommy had already lunged around the trap set while shouting expletives. She scanned the stage, hoping to lock eyes with any member of the band; however, all she managed to capture was the uneasiness each member carried. Vince had been a hype man and eye candy for his last band, but this was a different crowd. There were women present, but definitely not to the degree he was used to, and Wren could see him weighing that fact in his mind. Mick seemed cool and collected, but something about his demeanor seemed slightly forced. Tommy was nearly shaking from the amount of adrenaline coursing through his body, and Nikki wore a face full of his signature austere, ‘what the fuck are you looking at?’ grimace that Wren determined was a major part of his protective shell.

Almost as soon as Tommy knocked over his cymbal, the crowd began to transform from the quiet, uninterested patrons Wren had walked in on, into heartless, taunting, and jeering asses. Comments along the lines of “You suck,” and “Get off the stage!” began to slip from the crowd and, with each passing remark, Wren could feel her lips tighten across her face and her fingers curl tighter into a fist.

Vince tried his best to ignore the comments and attempted to hype the band up as they began ‘Take Me To The Top’, but as he began to dance, his movements were jerky and his face seemed pale. Again, the crowd’s pre-formulated opinions about the band based upon Tommy’s accident at the beginning and the band’s attire kept the audience from experiencing all that Mötley Crüe had to offer. The band started heavy and hard, and it genuinely seemed like they were taking their nerves out on their instruments in the most beneficial way they could, but that didn’t stop a few men in the crowd from attempting to rile up the band.

As Vince waited for his cue to come in, one burly, barrel chested, bearded man called out, “Who’s the chick singer?” which earned a large laugh from the people around him.

“Hey, fuck you asshole!” Vince called back from the stage, but the man could hear Wren—having been much closer to the antagonist than Vince—loud as day from over his shoulder.

“Why don’t you fuck off or get the fuck out?!” she shouted over Mick, Tommy, and Nikki’s playing. The six foot, two-hundred fifty plus pound man turned to reveal a five foot seven, nineteen-year-old girl of just over one-hundred thirty-five pounds, and again the crowd laughed, only this time they were laughing at Wren. The man disregarded Wren with a roll of his eyes and then used both of his hands to give Vince the bird before he spat on what appeared to be brand new, white leather pants. Wren could see the fire forming in Vince’s eyes and quickly remembered what she told them, some dick in the first row with an attitude can’t be the person who makes or breaks this.

Without even giving Vince the opportunity to process what had happened, Wren stepped in front of the man, positioning herself between Vince and the proclaimed dick in the first row with an attitude, and spat back, making sure to hit him where his wife-beater exposed his chest in hopes that it would smear into his beard.

“You bitch!” the man screamed as he lunged toward Wren with fury in his eyes and his arms reaching for her hands. Quickly, Vince grabbed her by the shirt and pulled her backwards while simultaneously jumping off the stage and throwing a punch to her attacker’s jaw. The man seemed to absorb the impact before he quickly threw a jab into Vince’s teeth that sent the blonde flying backwards and landing just short of the stage, beside Wren.

“Thanks,” she huffed as she stared at the blood that fell from Vince’s busted lip.

“Don’t mention it,” Vince responded as he spat the blood trailing from his mouth onto the floor before shoving Wren closer to the ground upon catching a blurred glimpse of white and red.

Wren looked over Vince’s shoulder to see Nikki swinging his bass violently over his shoulder until it connected with the side of the burly man’s head. Before anyone knew it, Vince and Nikki were throwing punches with a few of the asshole’s friends, Tommy had launched himself from the stage to take down a couple of people who had gone after Nikki, and even Mick had delivered a hard hitting blow to someone trying to charge him as he helped Wren up onto the stage. Wren and Mick watched as the crowd folded away from the fight and bouncers began to gain control over the men who Nikki and Vince were fending off. As the singer and bassist stood off stage, in front of everyone while their drummer straddled and pummeled the guy who had initiated the brawl, they scanned the crowd, searching for a sign of whether or not they’d fucked up their shot of making it on the Strip. Once he’d had enough of the horrified faces meeting his, Nikki re-scanned the crowd in search of Wren. He knew she could get herself into trouble, and it was obvious Tommy was otherwise busy beating up the man who went after her for defending Vince. After last night, he understood her hesitancy towards strangers, her aversion to open spaces, and her displeasure of being touched despite her not saying a word after jabbing her finger into his chest.

Noticing Nikki’s concern, Mick nudged Nikki in the back with his shoe and jutted his head toward where Wren stood behind the curtains off the side of the stage. Bouncers had succeeded in restraining Tommy, throwing him to Vince and Nikki to control, and then tossing the trouble makers outside, but the club lingered in a heavy silence. It felt as if the world had taken in a deep breath and was holding it while everyone else waited for the exhale to breathe again.

“Fuck yeah!” a guy in blue jeans and a red and while baseball t-shirt holding a cigarette screamed. “Mötley Crüe!” Slowly, people began to join in on the whoops and cheers; slowly, the boys realized they hadn’t blown it. Tommy punched Vince’s shoulder before he leapt back on stage and held up his hand to Wren for a crisp high-five which then turned into a bro-hug.

“I’m still pissed at you,” he said through a smile, unable to hide his excitement.

“Just get out there and fuck the audience in the face,” she responded as she rolled her eyes at her best friend as she mimicked the tone he used to justify his suggested band name many nights ago, and then faded back behind the curtain.

Following Tommy’s lead, Nikki and Vince also made their way back to their place on stage, one slinging his guitar strap over his shoulder and the other gripping onto the microphone. As Tommy entered strong on his snare, Nikki and Vince’s eyes met; excitement, adrenaline, and power seemed to electrify the band and with one fluid movement, the pair clasped hands in solidarity. It was the first time those two had ever shared any sort of moment other than light animosity toward one another due to, at first, Vince’s intimidation of Wren, then Lovey’s persistently bad attitude. As soon as their hands left one another’s grasp, the band dove into ‘Take Me To The Top’, and the crowd roared into a rejuvenated life powered entirely by Tommy, Mick, Nikki, and Vince.

Wren was not only impressed by the passion of the crowd, but by their stamina too. Nikki had prepared an eleven song set for tonight, and although parts of the crowd did seem a bit tired after some of the songs, Nikki did a great job of spacing out the slower songs throughout the set. Some of Wren’s favorites made the cut for tonight including ‘On With the Show,’ ‘Piece of Your Action’, and ‘Merry Go Round,’ but the band’s closing song was the one she was waiting for.

“Alright you guys,” Vince called out into the microphone, “We’ve got one more song for you tonight! If you like us and want to hear the same shit for the next two nights, come back and see us tomorrow night and the night after! This last song is a fun one. It kicked my ass for a bit at first, but thanks to one of our own, a miss Wren Ledden, I think we can rock it out for you tonight!” Vince’s interaction with the microphone was so smooth and effortless, as if the mic and its stand were extensions of Vince’s body, and it wasn’t until he turned his back to the audience and waved his hands to get Wren’s attention that she even noticed she’d been gazing out into the crowd, watching how he held the audience captive.

Vince subtly jutted his head toward Wren, but it wasn’t until Tommy pointed at her with his sticks and then made a line from her to the front of the stage that Wren understood what Vince was trying to get her to do. Mick offered her his hand as she climbed up a small step or two, Tommy smiled at his friend—happy in their attempted way to prove to her she was as included in the band as the rest of them—and Nikki nodded at her in admiration as she paced towards Vince. “Before we close out, why don’t you give it up for Wren! Mötley Crüe’s very own Live Wire!” Vince screamed into the mic, the crowd roared with anticipation of the song and blindly celebrated whatever Vince had said, and Mick and Nikki dove head first, full force into what had to have been their heaviest performances of ‘Live Wire’ to date.

Wren hesitated as she stood awkwardly on stage in her workout clothes surrounded by thigh-high leather boot wearing boys with heels high enough to allow Vince and Mick illusion of being taller than her. With a small wave, she tried to take a step back and fade behind the curtain, but Vince reached out for her hand, missed his entrance to the song, and called into the mic, “I think for the right incentive, Wren may share the stage!” Her eyes widened and her stomach fell to the ground as she listened not only to Vince’s words echoing through the club, but also to the wave of screams the cheered.

What were they cheering for? Mötley Crüe…it had to be because of the hype and hard-driving song. Another measure passed and the crowd grew louder. Surely they’re not cheering for me, she thought as her eyes turned to seek the guidance of the rest of the band. Tommy was giddy with glee, Mick was reassuring as he gave a curt nod in her direction, Vince was pumping his fist in the air to get the crowd to cheer louder, and Nikki’s voice left his body in a shout, yet traveled through the air and into Wren’s ears like a whisper over the now doubly long musical intro. “You’ve got this!” With the band’s encouragement, Wren held up her hands in defeat and Vince jumped into the song at the next measure.

She wasn’t the band’s singer, she wasn’t anyone’s girlfriend, she wasn’t a groupie, she was Wren fucking Ledden and she was a part of Mötley Crüe. The power of the band, the thrill of the audience, the electricity coursing through her veins was something she knew she would never get used to, which is why she would never do this again, but for tonight—for Mötley’s first show—it was perfect.

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My sweatshirt arrived on Mick's birthday.

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1 | Audition

Series: Need You (Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OFC)

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Language, Alcohol

"You don't work tomorrow, Melissa." Dottie says walking up to me as I leave a table. "Why?" I ask confused. "You work everyday and overtime. You need a break dear." She rubs my shoulder. "Because I need the money to help me and my older brother." I sigh, explaining to her. "I understand that, I really do sweetheart, but you need more than a few hours of rest." She gives me a sad pout so I leave to go get the table's drinks. As I walked back to give the drinks to one of my tables, Dottie asked me to do one of her tables afterwards. "Can I start you off with a drink?" I ask the guy, who was looking at a newspaper. "Coke, please." His eyes don't leave the paper. I get the drink he wanted and place it in front of him. "Have you decided on something to eat?" I ask waiting for an answer. "What's the cheapest but actually good?" He still hasn't looked up. "I like to call it, the quick breakfast. It has two pieces of toast, bacon, and an egg."

He finally looks up from the paper eyeing me, and god was he fucking cute, "I'll have that then." I give him a smile with a head nod leaving to place his order. "Thank you dear, I'll take it back. I had a phone call." Dottie gives me a smile. "Of course, he ordered the quick breakfast." I laugh because she knew exactly what I meant. I go back to my tables continuing to work till it was my time to quite for the night. "Thank you, Dottie," The guy tells her as I walk up to her. "Only for you." She tells him. "I'm heading home, I promise to get lots of rest." I make her smile and see both of the guys looking at me. "You do that. Make it home safely dear." I give her a smile before heading out.

"Mel, are you coming with me or not?" My brother yells at me as I try to find a different shirt to wear. "Yes, give me one more second." I rush through the closet. "You don't have to look good. I'm leaving without you." I hear the door open then close making me throw on a shirt running to the door. "Now get in." He says in the car waiting for me so I don't take my time. "So this band?" I ask, as we drive down the road to his new potential band. "They said they wanted a loud, rude, aggressive, lead guitarist so they called me. Hints why we're going Mel." He says in his mono tone. "Well I get that. I meant like, are you excited?" I ask but he just turns up the music very loud. I let out a huff, shaking my head as we drove to wherever this band was. Sometime passes until we pull up parking next to the sidewalk making me look over at the shitty apartment. "This is the place." Mick says getting out of the car and I follow him. I look over at the apartments again and notice two young guys smoking outside their apartment. Suddenly I remember their faces from the diner causing me to shyly walk over to my brother hoping they don't remember my face.

"Woah, dudes, You got it?" The tall slender one asks, running over to us to help get my brother's equipment out. I immediately took one side of the box while he got the other side. "Here for the audition?" He asks my brother. "Yep." Mick says as the guy and I start moving slowly. "Well, I'm Tommy." The guy that was helping me, now had a name. "Mick Mars, this is my sister Melissa." My brother introduces us. "I'm the drummer." Tommy says as we get closer to the stairs. "Scrawny for a drummer." I laughed before Mick took my spot to help carry the equipment up the stairs.

"I used to be in Suite 19, so..." Tommy began to say. "Shitty band." My brother insults him making me roll my eyes at him. "Hey man, have you ever seen us play?" Tommy asked, stopping a little butthurt. "Suite 19?" My brother asked. "Yeah." Tommy says nodding his head before walking again. "Don't need to. Band with a shitty name, ten times out of ten, shitty band... Hey." My brother says passing the other guy, who I still thought was fucking cute, drinking a beer. "Hey man." He says to my brother as I watch the two struggling up the stairs. "What the fuck do you know." Tommy says, making me giggle.

"He's been in a lot of bands with shitty names." I state causing Tommy to laugh while my brother mumbled to himself. I watch the other good looking dude turn to me with a smile making me weak on the inside. "Nikki." He tells me his name. "Hello, Nikki." I quickly say, smiling before following behind my brother. Nice going Mel! Always have to be awkward with guys! I quickly walk up the stairs and I hear a light chuckle from behind me with slow footsteps.

As we entered the apartment the first thing I did was to begin setting up my brother's equipment surprising the other two guys. "What? A girl can't know how to do this sort of stuff? Here you go Mick." I say passing my brother his cord to plug into his guitar. I stand up stretching my arms looking around the apartment before my eyes meet with Tommy's for a brief second. I quickly darted my eyes away from him to see Nikki teaching my brother. "So you think you got it?" Nikki asked my brother who seemed like he got it. "Let's just fucking play it." Mick says, causing me to go take a seat on the couch not too far in front of them.

The blonde chubby guy that my brother was competing with was clearly having a hard time getting the riff down. I knew Mick was about to show off when he turned it up a notch with a loud complex solo. A smile forms on my face caused by my brother's amazing talent that he's had forever. I was jealous at times that I didn't have any cool talents like he had. "Whoa! Whoa! Hold up! Hey, you mind turning down a little bit, old timer? I can't hear myself... Jesus!" He goes back to his guitar making me quietly laugh at him. "Excuse me, but you play like an older timer." I smirk at him causing him to glare at me and making Tommy chuckle a bit. I watch Mick whisper something to Nikki looking back at the guy after Nikki said something.

"Listen to me. There's only room for one guitar player in the band, and that's me. So why don't you... pack up your toys and go home." Mick says it a bit awkward making the other man look at the other two. "Okay, I was here first, all right? Tommy tell him." He says causing Tommy to avoid him by dropping his drumstick, making me hold back a laugh. "Nikki? Come on!" He says but Nikki just shrugs making the man get upset very quickly. Nikki looks over at me smiling a bit seeing that I was still holding back my laughter by biting my lip smiling. "Really? You're going to listen to this old dude over me? Then fuck you guys, man!" He exclaims, making his voice very high pitch. "And your shitty fucking band." He grabs his stuff storming out of the apartment starting to cry, making me finally let out my laughter and Tommy's little chuckle.

"So how old are you, Mick?" Tommy asks my brother. "Fuck you, you fucking teenager." My brother answers, making Tommy confused. "What did I say?" He asks looking at Nikki then over at me making me smile. "It's a touchy subject for him." I smile at my brother before leaning back on the couch. "Tommy, your question should have been for Miss Mars not Mick." Nikki said, eyeing me making me feel slightly uncomfortable. "Technically Mars isn't my last name and I just turned 18." I inform the two, who both smirk at each other. "And off limits to you guys!" My brother adds making me smile while the other two lose their smirks.

"Yeah, you're goddamn right I'm old. Old enough to know better than to waste my time fucking around with a bunch of rug-monkeys." Mick states as Nikki brings out beer for everyone. "I'm paying child support, and sleeping on park benches. So I need to know you're not pulling a dick here. Cause I'm looking to go the distance, and if that's not you guys, let's not fucking waste time." My brother finishes as I hand him the beer Nikki handed me, that I didn't want at the moment. "I fucking love this weird little guy." Nikki high fives Tommy. "He's real, dude." Tommy also states going to high five my brother while Nikki sat next to me. Although he realizes that Mick was going to leave him hanging, Tommy quickly apologizes. "Sorry."

Part 2

#motley crue #nikki sixx #vince neil #mick mars #tommy lee #the dirt #douglas booth #colson baker #daniel webber #iwan rheon #mgk!tommy lee #douglas!nikki

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6 | Shout At The Devil

Series: Need You (Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OFC)

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Sexual Attention

Part 5

The next morning I wake up to someone blowing air in my face. "Quit it, your breath sinks." I swat my arms around. "Rude, I brushed my teeth this morning." I noticed it was Tommy talking. "Move over, I want to sit down." He slaps my legs but I didn't move for him. "Fine then asshole." He sits on top of my legs waking me up fully. "What the fuck Tommy?!" I sit up trying to push him off me. "You wouldn't move." He laughs tugging the blanket off me and onto him. "TOMMY LEE!" I punch his arm making him jump off of me. "OUCH!" He yells as I get up.

"You don't wear underwear to bed?" He bends down whispering in my ear. "TOMMY!" I slap him on the back of his head. "Who's the lucky guy?" My brother asks from the other side of the room. "What do you mean?" I ask confused. "The hickeys on your neck, who is he?" Mick asked as Nikki walked into the room smirking to himself. "No one important, After leaving I went to another bar and drank while talking to this guy. We only made out, but don't worry Mick. I'm not seeing him ever again." I send a glance at Nikki who was grabbing a beer listening to me.

Tommy put his arm around me. "So that means you're still single." I roll my eyes moving his arm away. "Nice try Drummer, none of you will ever have my sister like that." Mick says as I make my way to our clothes. "Mick can I borrow a shirt?" I ask him. "This is my last shirt." He says, making me put my head down. "Come on Mel, I got you covered." Nikki says heading to his room. Fuck my life!

I walk into his room seeing him look around for a clean shirt. "That hurt you know, the no one important." He says not looking at me and I felt a little sorry. "I didn't mean it like that Nikki, You know that." I walk up to him resting my head on his arm surprising him. "No, I don't know Melissa." He grabs a shirt turning to face me. I take a deep breath in and he shakes his head. "Here's the shirt." He says tossing it at my face before walking past me back to the guys.

The entire day I spent my time out with friends. I went shopping for new clothes and I knew I would need to buy beer for the guys. It was dark when I got home and saw multiple people there. Not another party... "Melissa back!" Tommy yelled, running over to me wrapping his arm around my waist. "Yes, I'm back Tommy." I give him a hug back. "Who is this?" An older man asked, looking at me. "I'm Melissa Mars, Mick's younger sister." I introduce myself to the stranger. "Mel, meet our new manager." Vince says giving me a side hug. "Hello, by the way... these guys are very wild." I let the man know, making the whole group laugh.

Today was the big day that America would meet Mötley Crüe. I was hopping room to room doing the boys makeup. I only had to do Tommy and Nikki's makeup and hair. "Tommy boy it's me!" I knock on his door and he opens it with a big smile. "You look hot!" He pulls me into his dressing room running over to the chair. "Thank you, I try to look good but you guys do that better." I walk up behind him and rub his shoulders. "You know maybe you should make the strings a little tighter. Because your chest is about to fall out soon." Tommy says, making me laugh. "Thanks for being a perv." I fix my shirt and I watch Tommy bite his lip as I do it. "Okay, let's get you over with so you can stop staring at me." I punch his arms before I fix him up.

Now I was on my way to do Nikki's makeup leaving Tommy's room. "Nikki is me!" I yell knocking on the door. He opens the door letting me in eyeing me. "I'm so happy that you are here to help us." He closes the door behind me. "I could just say no." I laugh setting out my stuff as Nikki comes up and takes his seat. "I'm happy you don't though." He looks at me through the mirror.

While I was doing his makeup, he watched my every move till I was finished. "You're ready Rockstar." I pat his back putting my stuff up. "Thank you Mel." He says giving me a hug from behind. "Welcome Nikki." I smile at him through the mirror. "You look amazing tonight." His breath made my skin get cold chills. "I thought I'd wear a color to match you guys outfits." I turn around to face him placing my hands on his chest only causing him to look down. "You're such a pervert." I hit his chest laughing at his facial expression from me calling him out.

"I wasn't even looking there, I was looking at you." He tries to lie to me. "Nikki, You were looking at me but you weren't looking at me." I say making him smile. "Can I defend myself? To be honest, who wouldn't look, they're right there and you have no problem showing them off." He goes back and forth between my eyes and chest. "So that's your evidence? Because I show them off? You know, that's a terrible reason." I laugh as he pulls me closer to him. "You're actually killing me right now. You look so fucking hot!" He kisses my neck making me move away. "I said no last time, Nikki." I point my finger at him. "Then don't dress in stuff like that, that makes me want to rip it off you." He says as there was a knock at the door.

I run over to the door and open it to see Tommy and Mick. "What's taking you guys so long?" Tommy asks, picking me up spinning around which I didn't like because my breasts were very close to his face. "Tommy, put her down." Nikki growls at him and Tommy immediately puts me down. "Geez Nikki, I expect that from Mick not you." Tommy says rolling his eyes at him. Nikki looks at me making me sigh as we head out of the room. "Thanks because I was uncomfortable but you didn't need to growl." I whispered to Nikki as we walked meeting up with Doc.

"We're gonna fucking die." Mick says walking over to all of us just as Tom showed up. "Boys, on behalf of Elektra Records, I just wanna wish you good luck tonight. Where's Vince?" He asks, making Doc speak up. "Just saw him in the dressing room getting ready." I see Nikki slightly bounce since he was nervous so for some reason I rub his arm to calm him down. "This is your first big show, and there's 18,000 people out there tonight, so..." Tom says making Nikki take a deep breath in and I rub his shoulder. "Please don't fuck this up." He finishes. "Thanks Tom." Doc let's him know we get it. "Hey, let's go find Vince. Come on." Tom leaves with a crew member.

"Fuck all that. You guys just do what you do." Doc tells the guys and I nod my head agreeing, "This is the dream coming true." I say as Tommy dropped his drumstick. "Fuck!" Tommy makes me and Doc chuckle before we get going. "Thanks for trying to calm me down." Nikki looks down at me as we walk side by side. "I'm basically the mom of the group so it's my job... Plus you are my friend and I'm here for you." I tell him as we go up the step to the back of the stage. "Don't say you're the mom because that makes it weird wanting to fuck you. Keep it at friend." I groan, "Nikki, we are never going to fuck. Now stop it for the love of god. We're friends and that's it nothing more." I walk over to my brother pissed off that he won't let it go.

Vince finally shows up and I hear him and Nikki talk about how he fucked Tom's girlfriend. Tommy then throws up making me rub his back while my brother speaks. "Seriously, we're gonna die." I shake my head as Tommy tells everyone his okay. "Alright, listen up. Come on, gather round, guys. Nikki pulls everyone in including me which surprised me. "Look where we are. We got an old man, a kid drummer, a cover band singer and a fucking runaway. No one would have thought we'd make it here, so fuck them. Win it all or lose it all, we're Mötley fuckin' Crüe." Nikki states and Tommy howls. "So let's destroy these motherfuckers!" Everyone high-fives and runs off but Nikki quickly runs back over to me, kissing my cheek making me blush before running off again. While the guy introduced them I rushed over to Tom and his girlfriend to watch the boys perform Shout At The Devil.

Part 7

#motley crue #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #the dirt #douglas booth #colson baker #daniel webber #iwan rheon #mgk!tommy lee #douglas!nikki

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9 | I Don't Do Rockstars

Series: Need You (Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OFC)

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Angst

Part 8

Today was the shooting for Looks That Kill music video and for some damn reason all four of the guys agreed for me to do their makeup. "Can you tell me why you all volunteered me to do makeup for the band?" I ask, messing with Mick's face. "I hate watching you do nothing so now you have a job." I stop to look at him. "I don't get paid... Like the job you made me quit when you guys got signed." He rolls his eyes at me. "I'll start giving you money." I finish up then move on to Vince. It didn't take long because he was quite for me the whole time. Tommy was super talkative and his girlfriend keeps giving me dirty looks.

"Nikki, let me just do my damn job." I bang on the door waiting for him to open the door. "Just come in babe." I open the door then slam it. "Stop calling me babe and just sit down." I walk over to him. "Have I told you how hot you are?" He touches my side as I do his makeup so I stop to slap his hand. "Yes, but never sober so I don't listen to you. Just let me work Nikki." I continue and he just stares me down. "What are you thinking about?" He asks me. 'I'm thinking about why won't you shut up. Why am I wasting my time with this band? How can I move on from the band when I can't start a new life? I have no money for food, a car, a place to live." I finished up. "Why do you want to move on?" He stands up holding me by my waist. "I'm tired of you." I leave the room with my stuff.

While walking around after filming was done, I spotted Nikki pulling Tommy's girlfriend into his dressing room. Such a good best friend. I quickly pass the room to go hang out with Tommy. "Melissa, come meet my parents!" I see Tommy standing with his mom and dad. "Hello, I'm Melissa Mars, Mick is my older brother." I shake both of their hands. "It's nice to meet you Melissa." His mom smiles at me. "It's nice to meet you both too. Tommy talks a lot about you." I smile at them and hear Doc behind us.

"Met the Sixxer" He points at Nikki and I just glare at him. Tommy's mom hugs him and he just stands there then shakes hands with his dad. "Hey, Nikki, we could fly out your family for the next LA gig." Doc says, making me slightly giggle. "Yeah, that's a great idea Doc." Nikki comments back sarcastically as I see Roxie walking our way. "Mom, Dad, this is Roxie, my fiancé." Tommy causes Nikki's eyes to widen and I walk away so I can go laugh.

Finally Nikki walks up next to me and I turn to him laughing. "What's so funny Mars?" He asks annoyed and confused. "You should be careful dragging members' girlfriends or shall I say fiancé's into your dressing room." I smile popping a grape in my mouth. "Like I knew they were going to get married?" He says making me hit him. "That's not the point! You're a terrible friend to Tommy!" I turn walking away from him.

"Well maybe if you would stop playing around and fu-..." He starts following me, making me turn around. "I will never, I repeat, WILL NEVER be one of your groupies you fuck once Nikki Sixx. So for the hundredth time stop thinking about it and bringing it up. I'm done telling you the same thing over and over." I poke his chest repeatedly over Roxie's scratches she left him. "Mel..." I stop him. "Anyone but you can call me Mel, got it." I turn to leave heading outside to the tour bus.

As I take a seat on the couch Nikki comes in locking the door. "What do you want now?" I close my eyes not wanting to talk. "You know what I want. I've wanted you since I first saw you." He pulls me off the couch into his arms kissing my neck. "Get off of me. Get off!" I struggle to get out of his arms. "I told you, I will not be used for fun." I knee him in his junk running to the back of the bus locking the door. "Melissa." He knocks on the door and I hold in my tears. "Open the door." I pull my knees into my chest. "GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

I stay in the back till I hear everyone get on the bus. When I came out I kept my distance from Nikki and avoided eye contact. At the moment I was sitting next to Roxie while Tommy was explaining his vision to Nikki. Tommy asked Roxie for a pen so he could draw it out. "Your mom's a cunt." She says, making my head snap at her. Not one bit was Mrs. Lee was that word, she was just pissed for his mom calling her what she really is. "What, Why would you say that?" Tommy turned around to face her. "Because she is. She's a cunt." Roxie says looking him dead in the eye starting to piss me off. "Quite it. Give me the pen alright." Tommy said and I could tell he was trying to hold back.

She then goes on about how Tommy didn't need to tell them about them getting married. Tommy's response was because it's tradition and I get where he was coming from. "Which tradition? The mandatory meeting of the cunt?" She stands up walking up to him. "Don't call her that again, You hear me." He gets in her face pointing his finger at her getting pissed. Roxie gets pissed and stabs Tommy with the pen causing me to stand up now. "Fuck you and fuck your mother!" She starts to yell at him.

Tommy finally had enough of her and yelled for the bus driver to pull over but the last thing she said pushed Tommy overboard. He punched her in the face making her bleed, shocking the whole bus. "I told you not to say that, Fuck." He says rushing to the back of the bus. No one does anything so I rush to the back of the bus to check on Tommy.

"Tommy, it's me. Can you let me in, please?" I ask softly knocking on the door. He unlocks the door for me and I go inside locking it behind me. I sit next to him on the bed rubbing his back. "I fucked up." He cried into his hands. "She shouldn't have said those things Tommy." I remove his hands from his face. "I loved her." He says making me roll my eyes. "Tommy, you'll find someone else trust me." I cup his face, making him slightly smile. "You are a rockstar, you could easily find someone else." He smiles bigger.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Part of me wishes it was you though." I laugh at his words. "Not going to happen Tommy boy. I don't do rockstars, well I try not to." I smile at him as he pulls me into a hug. "I hope you are right Mel. Can I at least get a good luck kiss?" He chuckles making me giggle at him. "Do you really need one?" I pull back out of the hug. "I mean it would help." He pouts. "Dummer, only this once." I cup his face placing my lips on his but before I could pull away after a second he pulled me onto his lap. "Tommy no." I say into the kiss trying to pull away as he holds me close to him.

He doesn't listen to me and flips me back into the bed hovering over me still kissing me. "Tommy, I said a kiss." I say as he kisses my jaw. "We are just kissing." He says moving down to my neck. "I meant just a small quick one not a make out session." I pull his head back up to mine. "I need to get over someone and so do you. I know you like Nikki." He says going back to kissing my neck. Well fuck me. "No more than kissing Drummer." I say pulling him to face me again. "Got it Mel." He kisses me gently as I run my hands through his hair.

Part 10

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Part 2

The next day, Vince ended up calling Tommy, so immediately Tommy told Nikki, who called Mick and I over to his place. I was excited to go over because Nikki and Tommy were cute, mostly Nikki, but I knew guys like them only want one thing from girls. Plus I didn't want to cause trouble in the band if I ended up sleeping with one, pissing off my brother. Also I knew that type of guy never wants a serious relationship and I wasn't looking to be some guys toy to fuck.

"Melissa, Mick!" Tommy yelled high-fiving us as we walked in the door. "Hey Tommy, Nikki." I smiled at them flopping down on the couch. "For you." Nikki handed me a beer which I gladly accepted. "Thank you, Nikki." I smiled at him while he winked back at me. Oh no no no boy! I try to avoid eye contact from that moment on because I felt like I was red as a tomato. After finishing my beer Nikki gave me, I lay down on the couch putting my legs on Tommy's lap. He has no problem with that as he starts to play with his drumsticks spinning them around.

"How do you do that trick, Tommy?" I ask sitting up facing him. "Like this." He does it slightly slower. "Now you try." He hands me one and continues to do it with the other one. I take it and tried doing what he was doing but failed miserably. "Nope, I'm not going to make fun of myself anymore. What if I do this instead?" I joke just shaking it fast before handing him his stick but he shakes his head. "Nope, I'm going to help you, Mel." He pulls me closer to him and places the stick between my fingers, helping me get the motion but I fail once more. "Take it before I break it Tommy." I tell him with a smile as Nikki stares at me throwing his beer away, grabbing another cold one.

"Where is this guy of yours?" My brother asked, coming back from the bathroom. "He said he was coming and I don't think he would lie about it." Tommy says as I get up going to look out the window just because I felt like it. Suddenly a car drives up blasting music causing Nikki to come up behind me, which startled me, as he bends the blinds to look outside the window. "Tommy, your boy's here." Nikki says, then speaks again. "Who's the chick?" I slightly giggle. "Which one?" My brother jokes since from a far Vince could pass for a chick.

The three go to their instruments getting ready to practice with Vince. As there was a knock at the door Nikki goes to the door opening it. "Hey." He says as the girl walks right past him not giving two fucks about him. "Hey man, Nikki." Nikki introduces himself to Vince. "What's up, man. I'm Vince." Vince says as Nikki closes the door. "Hey! What's up, Vince?" Tommy and him high-five. "All right! How are you?" He asks Tommy. "Yeah, man." Tommy nods his head. "This is Mick Mars." Nikki points at my brother. "What's up, man?" Vince asks and they both nod heads. "Mel." Vince hugs me and I hug back, "Vince." I smile heading to the kitchen.

While the guys talked for a bit and got into their positions, Nikki handed Vince a paper with lyrics. I looked over at Vince's girlfriend, who was giving Nikki a dirty look, which I had no clue why. What's this bitch's deal? "What's up, babe?" Vince asks once he notices her looks towards Nikki then eyes the rest of us. "I'm just trying to make sure these guys are good enough to play with you, Baby." She tells him making Nikki and Tommy exchange, what the fuck, looks. "Mick." I just say his name causing him to immediately start playing his guitar which the rest quickly start as well.

Once Vince begins to sing with the band, I watch his girlfriend shake her head in disapproval. "This isn't right!" She exclaims over the music standing up waving her arms around. "All right, Stop, Stop." Nikki tells everyone and they soon follow his instructions. "Sorry what?" Nikki asks her annoyed. "This music is way too heavy, baby." She tells Vince making me and Tommy laugh to ourselves. "Thank you." Nikki says sarcastically. "Why don't we just tune it all down a whole step so that he can-." My brother tells everyone who nods in agreement. "Let's play it faster too." Tommy says, staring her down as she sits back down.

"If you really stretch out the chorus...." Nikki points at the paper. "Uh Huh." Vince nods his head. "And punch the top, man." Nikki counties. "Okay." Vince gets it. "And hit this note, right here." Nikki instructs Vince a bit, before looking at the girl. "And muzzle that." He adds making her stand up again. "Hey, fuck you asshole, he doesn't tell me what to do-." She begins to yell but my brother starts to play over her. "Go fuck yourself, motherfucker!" She tried to yell over the music but it was way too loud. As they began again I nod my head with the music then move my body to it.

Plug me in I'm alive tonight Out on the streets again Turn me on I'm too hot to stop Something you'll never forget Take my fist Break down walls I'm on top tonight

[Pre Chorus] 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

[Chorus] Cause I'm alive Live Wire Cause I'm alive I'm a Live Wire Cause I'm alive Live Wire Cause I'm alive I'm a Live Wire

As Vince hits the last part of the chorus I literally lost my mind. "FUCK YEAH!" I scream. "Hell yeah!" Tommy jumps up hugging me as they finish the song and then Nikki smiles at me. "Say that I was right." I raise my arms moving my hands. "You were right." Mick shakes his head rolling his eyes. "You my friend are welcome." I look right at Nikki making me chuckle nodding his head.

Later in the day after Vince's bitchy girlfriend left and they were done practicing other songs, we all got to sit around talking and drinking for a bit. I sat next to Vince on the couch not too far from Nikki, as Tommy ran around burning cockroaches with fire. "Burn, fuckers!" He yells sitting very close to me on the couch. "So here's my theory, okay? If we want to knock people on their asses, then we got to give them a show. The punks, they're doing the minimalist things, so let's take it to the exact opposite direction. I'm talking about a stadium show, in the clubs, man. Like costumes, and lights, and-" Nikki's starts.

"Pyro. Flames and shit." Tommy adds using the hairspray and lighter making me lean back. "Exactly." Nikki nods his head. "Explosions!" Tommy keeps shouting. "Exactly, Look it's fucking war out there, and the only way we win is by showing these kids something they've never seen before." Nikki says making Vince speak up. "So what do we call this thing?" Nikki flips though his notebook pages. "You know, it's about being, like, fucking larger in life." He finally finds his page showing us.

"Xmass..." Vince asks confused while I get up to get a drink. "Yeah." Nikki smiles. "On a scale of one to ten. I give it a 1.9." Mick says making me nudge him while everyone laughs. "It's a play on Christmas. You can use all the Christ imagery and shit. It'll piss people off and make people think, You know. It's got shock value." Nikki finishes but everyone shakes their head. "I'm shock for how much it blows." Mick makes everyone laugh. "Melissa, you got anything?" Nikki asks me and I shake my head, "It's not my band so I got nothing." I give him a sorry smile.

"All right, assholes. You give it a shot, but fucking make it big!" Tommy reaches for Nikki's paper and pen giggling. "The fourskins really, Tommy?" Nikki asks, not impressed. "Yeah, cause we're gonna fuck the audience in the face every night dude." Tommy says, making me shake my head walking over to my brother. "Yeah, but can you see that shit on the marquee above the forum?" Nikki makes Tommy think. "Okay, You're right, I'm out." He leans back on the couch. "Come on, Mick. You've gotta do better than that." Nikki looks over at my brother and me making me smile. "I've been waiting a long time for this day." He says and the rest smile. "All right." Nikki reaches for the paper making a change

Part 4

#mick mars #tommy lee #nikki sixx #vince neil #motley crue #the dirt #douglas booth #colson baker #iwan rheon #daniel webber #mgk!tommy lee #douglas!nikki

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