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robocoplesb · 9 months

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Nikki Sixx x reader Angst where she’s pregnant and he gets upset at her constant mood swings and snaps at her? But doesn’t realize that he sent her into labor because she doesn’t want to tell him

hope u don't get mad, nikki sixx. [1/2]

warnings: fight, pregnancy, labor, insecurities about body and motherhood, bad mood, best friend!heather.

author's note: hi anon! thanks for the request. the moment she starts to go into labor was based on the story my mother told me about my birth (she's okay 😭). i think it's kind of scary, but i like the idea. sorry for the delay, i got so wild when i realized it wasn't turning out the way i wanted it to and i gave up for a few days but i did my best today. i decided to separate it into two chapters, hope you like it. good read<3.

chapter one

"— two minutes, nikki!”

you heard tommy screaming from the other side of the door. you and nikki were on his dressing room couch for at least 20 minutes, waiting for someone to call your boyfriend to start the show. you were lying on his chest as he ran his fingertips over your belly.

being pregnant was not easy, being pregnant surrounded by mötley crüe was even less. you knew nikki couldn't stop his life for you, yet you were still upset by the miniscule amount of time you spent together, or for the moments together that were interrupted, like now.

when nikki couldn't be with you, heather was. no one but her would dare, so that's where he takes you before going on stage. he helps you to sit on the sofa next to her and then kneeling in front of you. you feel his lips touching your belly and staying there for a few second. nikki knew you didn't want him to go, neither did he.

“— i love you. the show will end soon and i will take care of you at the hotel, hm?” — he chuckled a bit before getting up and kissing your forehead. you laugh a little at the sensation, feeling shy with heather’s presence next to you. “— love u too, nikki.” — you said

he also hugged heather and thanked her before leaving. you could hear some curses coming from mick about how long he took.

you and heather didn't watch the show today. the doctor said that the baby would be born soon, so you limited yourself to the minimum of activities that could make you really agitated. you loved being the band number one fan, but the time you spent with heather in the dressing room was precious. she kinda made you forget how bad you felt about the aftermath of pregnancy.

you loved your daughter, but it was stressful.

you became an extremely needy person in the start of your pregnancy, and over time, realizing that nikki could never do anything about it, you ended up taking it out on him sometimes. there were also times when you felt like you couldn't get out of bed because of the pain, you felt things much more intense and sometimes all you wanted was to cry yourself out.

heather was your best friend, and she understood. she knew what to say and what not to say. she knew when you were acting on impulse and when you were hiding something. she knew how you were being criticized the last few months. you and the boys knew too but nobody wanted to talk about it.

and she also knew how you must have felt when you read all those articles saying you didn't look good and comparing you to nikki exes. stressed.

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“— hey princess!” — nikki said as he wrapped his arms around you. he was about to ask you how you were doing when he felt you pushing him away.

“- come on, i’m tired.” — you said in a low tone and followed the path to the parking lot behind the stage. your husband just chased after you, confused by your reaction.

you ignored nikki the whole way to the hotel. refusing the touches or anything he told you, until the boys started laughing at the situation and he just gave up. for the first time there wasn't a crowd of fans waiting for them, they just signed a few autographs and got in.

you went up to the bedroom while nikki said good night. as soon as you sat on the bed, you wanted to cry. a few tears fell when you blinked, but you dried them off when you heard the door open.

“— what the fuck was that?” — nikki started.

"- oh my god...” — you muttered, knowing what was coming. you and nikki had argued before. usually because of you behavior, which caused an argument about nikki's behavior about it, until it became unbearable.

“— that is all? or you want to give another show? really, yn, I've been doing everything to make you comfortable, not to upset you, and yet you keep acting like a bitch.” — he said louder, making you shiver a little.

“— that bitch here is carrying your fucking daughter, motherfucker. can't you have the slightest bit of respect? or am i just a bitch to you, sixx?” — you said as you went to the bathroom, taking off your shoes and coat.

"- respect? you can't even say goodbye to your daughter's uncles and you want to talk about respect? Is this the kind of shit you're going to teach her?”

you stopped at the bathroom door when you heard that. it wasn't exactly what he meant, but it was what you felt, and this was a sensitive topic for you. for nikki too, but did you feel so insecure about it. the creation. you stayed up nights with him talking about how you were afraid of being a bad mother, how you would give anything to know exactly what to do at the right times. you talked about your childhood, and how your biggest fear was putting your daughter through something similar.

“— fuck you, nikki. fuck. you.” — you forced yourself to laugh at that moment “— maybe you should look for someone better for the job, since you're already getting tired of me.”

“— jesus, you're crazy as fuck. are delusions part of it too? or are you just scared?”

"- crazy? i went through eight months with a child inside me. nausea, pain, insomnia. spending all day thinking about this girl's future and blaming myself for not being able to do all this and still not being the perfect woman for you. my husband has been enjoying the rockstar life, being applauded and praised while people hate me more every day. i'm not crazy, nikki, i have limits.”

“—well, me too. and congrats for pushing me to mine. while you complain about the way i manage to keep us both, why don't you worry about making yourself bearable for your daughter, since i'm not being enough either?”

you've never seen nikki scream before. actually, not with you, at least. scared you. your mouth opened but nothing came, you really tried to say something before he opened the door and left the room, but when you heard the door slamming hard, you gave up, letting yourself cry a little.

it was weird. your vision blurred and it was hard to feel when you sat on the floor, just feeling your head banging against the wall.

you closed your eyes and started to feel something running down your legs. at the time, you didn't use logic, feeling like you were going to pass out at any moment and scared of what nikki was going to do outside that room. your low cries turned into screams of pain as you felt something in your stomach.

“— yn?”

you heard someone say. you failed to recognize the voice or who was there, just taking the person's hands and squeezing.

“— n-nikki? nik, come back, please- fuck!” — you screamed again

“— yn, it's me, heather. let's take you to the hospital, okay? vince will look for nikki...”

she must have said something else, but it's not like you could hear her. tommy had you in his arms before your eyes closed, following his wife to their car.

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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based on one of your latest tiktok saga posts:

I'm convinced that when people heard billy hargrove apparently had a crush on steve, a small but dedicated portion of eddie's followers started jokingly stanning billy. the cross section of conspiracy theorists / shitposters absolutely clowns all over eddie's comments with shit like "simping for the man who hit you with his car is king behaviour" and "wow, steve literally ran this guy over and he really just said thank you m'am. pathetic. I'm kissing him on the mouth btw."

I also like to imagine eddie would absolutely loathe this development

Oh my god, this is hilarious and very, very apt for internet culture. People were jokingly stanning Billy and then someone with an old Hawkins High yearbook posts a picture of him, and people realized he was hot then, game over. It’s the worst week of Eddie’s life and he once was on the run for murder, fought an interdimensional slime monster with daddy issues, and died in the same week.

I think Eddie absolutely adores fan art. His studio is lined with art that people have given him and that he’s bought from fans. He was even more over the moon when people started drawing art of him and Steve, but then. Then, these very talented jokesters in his comments are posting fan art of Steve with Billy.

Just imagine the amount of discourse Billy would create on the internet. It’d be worse than the discourse in the ST fandom, because Eddie has never had an opinion that he hasn’t shared. He’d let people know that he hates this. Billy was a bully who harassed him and his friends and liked shitty music.

This would egg people on more, I think, because that’s how the internet works. But Dustin, as president of the Steve Harrington fan club, would not let that slide. He posts a Tiktok like, “Uh, guys. You’re very talent artists and all, but uh. Billy Hargrove tried to kill Steve. He *picture of Steve after Hopper took him to the hospital* beat Steve up really bad and he wouldn’t have stopped if Max didn’t drug him. He ran me and my friends off the road once. And he was racist. He tried to fight Lucas.”

Max also posts. She talks about how hard it was after Billy died and how it nearly killed her, but she also talks about how he wasn’t a good brother, how afraid she was of him, and how he attacked Lucas and attacked Steve for sticking up for them. She doesn’t really want to see him on her FYP.

This leads to so much fighting between people who view Billy as their new white boy of the month and people who are like, why are you retraumatizing that girl in a wheelchair (I imagine post-season 4 Max does have mobility of her legs and walks with a limp or a cane, but sometimes still has to use a wheelchair). It’s just very annoying until the next big scandal happens and people stop talking about it.

#I maintain that Eddie is pretentious enough about his music that he separates heavy metal and hair metal #the only overlap is that I think both are probably Motley Crue fans but Eddie won’t acknowledge that #Steve is still blissfully unaware that a portion of the internet ship him with his high school bully #anti billy hargrove #I actually really like Billy as a character. I think he’s interesting but these characters should hate him #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson tiktok saga

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meikadonnelly · 2 months

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~nikki sixx~

nikki sixx x fem reader

Nikki is your best friend and you’re on tour with motley crue.

fluff/angst on nikki’s side.

tw : nikki gets angry and may be triggering 🤍

You hear the crowd still screaming and clapping as the boys come back onto the tour bus at the back of the venue. You glance from the magazine you’re reading to watch as Vince walks in, followed by Mick, and then Tommy, however Nikki isn’t there. You smile at the three of them as they walk loudly onto the bus. They all sit down near you and you put down the magazine onto your lap. “You guys sounded great,” you say happily. “I’m a little tired so I came back about fifteen minutes ago,” you tell them.

“It was packed in there, even backstage!” Tommy says with a smile.

You laugh. “Plenty of opportunities for people to pick fights then,” you joke which makes the others smile.

“Yeah well, we’ll have to see what Nikki can tell us when he gets back,” Vince says, laughing a little. You raise an eyebrow.

“What?” you question.

“Apparently Nikki had a run in with some guy backstage,” Tommy explains. You sit forward, putting the magazine next to you.

“What? Where is he?”

Tommy shrugs and you stand up. You walk down the bus to the front. You walk down the small steps and off the bus. You look to the right to see a few men walking around in their backstage uniforms but no sight of your best friend. You then turn to look to the left when your vision is blocked by a body. You trail your eyes upwards to see Nikki look down at you. “What’re you doing?” He asks.

“I was coming to look for you,” you tell him. He raises an eyebrow.

“Why?”

“Because apparently something was going on,” you reply with a slight frown at his blunt tone. He doesn’t say anything and walks onto the bus to which you follow. “Nikki,” you say. He keeps walking to the back of the bus where he disappears to climb into his bunk. You stop where the others are with your hands on your hips, looking at where Nikki just was.

“What the hell happened?” Tommy asks. You shake your head.

“No fucking clue,” you reply.

“Want me to talk to him?” He asks. You don’t reply but walk past them to Nikki’s top bunk where he’s laying on his stomach, facing the opposite way with his hands under his pillow. You look at him with your arms crossed. His bunk is about head height so you’re face is next to his.

“Nikki.” You say sternly and he groans. “Don’t ignore me Nik.”

“Leave me alone.”

“You’ve known me long enough to know that’s not going to happen.” You mutter and he finally turns his head to look at you, his head still laying on the pillow. You tilt your head slightly.

“What happened?” You ask.

“Nothing,” he mumbles. You let out a small sigh.

“We both know you’re not telling me the truth Nikki.” You say sternly and he opens his eyes to look at you.

“Some guy was saying shit,” he admits.

“About?”

He pauses, still holding eye contact. He sighs and moves to get off his bunk. He stands in front of you. “What was it about Nikki?” You ask again.

He sighs again and look down. “You.”

You frown. “And?” He looks at you.

“What do you mean ‘and’?” He questions.

“Who cares if a random guy says something about me?” You ask him.

“He can’t just go around doing shit like that!” he says a little loudly. “If he says something and I hear it then i’m gonna say something!” You glance at his hand.

“So if all you were doing was saying something, then why are your knuckles red?” You question which makes him look at his right hand. You watch him think of what to say.

“I don’t understand why you aren’t more upset about this!” he says loudly and in a higher pitched voice than usual.

“I don’t know why you are!” You yell back.

“Because you’re someone I care about and i’m not just going to let someone do that!”

You sigh and look down. “I get that, okay? Believe me. But you’re getting into fights over it. You’re going to ruin your career. What if you get in trouble, or get hurt? What if you hurt your hands and can’t play bass anymore Nikki?” You defend. You watch the thoughts race through his mind as he stares at you, his arms crossed. By now, the others are looking down the bus at us.

“How the hell am I meant to just not do anything about it?” He asks, frustrated.

“Ignore it! Keep walking and come to me!” You reply in a slightly angry tone. “Talk to someone about it Nikki.”

He sighs again. “Sorry,” he mutter quietly before turning and walking off of the bus again. You don’t call out for him but walk over to the others who just saw the whole thing.

“What the hell happened?” Vince asks.

“He got into a fight,” you reply, glancing at him.

“Did he win?” Tommy asks to which you look at him with an eyebrow raised. “Sorry.”

“I’ll be back,” you say, walking away.

“Where are you going?” Tommy yells after you. You turn around.

“I’m going to find Nikki, who knows what’ll happen if I don’t.”

“The venue’s huge, you won’t be able to find him,” Mick says bluntly.

“Well, I might as well try.” And with that, you walk off the bus. You look around before looking along the side of the bus to see Nikki leaning against it, his arms crossed. You walk over and stand next to him silently for a moment.

“I’m not mad,” you finally say. “I didn’t mean to yell.”

“I know,” Nikki replies quietly with a slightly defeated tone in his voice.

“I just…” You pause for a second and sigh. “I just don’t want you to get hurt or ruin your career.” Nikki doesn’t say anything and continues looking forward at the business around you. “The last thing I want to happen is for you to throw away all your hard work over some comment about me,” you add.

“I know it was stupid and I’m sorry okay?” He says defensively which makes you move to stand in front of him. You put each hand on his shoulders and look up at him.

“I promise you that it doesn’t bother me when people say stuff about me. So please don’t think you have to defend me.”

He looks at you and nods. “Okay,” he mutters. You drop your arms to your sides.

“So are you okay?” You ask him.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he assures before putting an arm around you and starting to walk towards the door of the bus. “Are we good?”

You smile. “Of course.”

#fan fiction #motley crue #nikki sixx #fluff #nikki sixx x reader #angst with a happy ending #light angst #protective friends #tour bus

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thesmokingguns · 1 year

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Make it Hurt

Minors DNI 18+

Nikki locked the door, pausing in the entryway to hear any sounds to see if you were awake. When he was greeted with silence he sighed, licking off his boots and trying to keep his disappointment in check. He could use one of your hugs right now. The way you’d throw yourself at him, saying his name with that shrill of excitement that never seemed fake. But he was the one who was late.

A flight from New York that had been delayed because of a snow storm. Originally you had planned to meet him at LAX after a week and a half apart, you were excited to be reunited but when he called you from the pay phone to say that he wouldn’t be home until maybe tomorrow you had agreed to stay home. Nikki didn’t know that you had cried when he hung up, touch starved and desperate to be with him. It wasn’t just him that could use a hug.

As a kindergarten teacher you didn't share the same exciting rockstar life as your boyfriend did but that didn’t mean you didn’t have your share of drama. Where his was splashed on the cover of Cream magazine yours showed up in different ways. The mom at drop off reminding you again that her son was special and needed the extra attention when in reality he needed more at home support to help him catch up or Cindy who opened her lunchbox and closed if just as fast when she realized that it wasn’t full. You had given her your sandwich and reminded yourself to start packing extras. There was Kevin witb the chipped front tooth that you had thought happened from an accident but after meeting his parents at Tuesday’s meet the teacher night you had called in the school social worker realizing it was not.

Nikki had been stressed about the album, mixing a record and you had been stressed about how parents could forget about their kids.

He climbed the stairs, pushing open the bedroom door, where he saw you laying on top of the sheets. Still in a pair of dark denim jeans and a button down plaid shirt, he knew you must have spent your Saturday at the school working on your classroom for the week. He admired your dedication for your job but he also worried that carrying the lives of so many children around was breaking your heart. You were a damn good teacher, loved your kids but he worried That you loved them more than you should, cared about them and Carried them around so it was too heavy for you.

Seeing you now, passed out from exhaustion in the clothes you had worn all day made Nikki feel like he needed to have you take a break before you got hurt.

He made his way over to you, hands going to the buttons of your jeans and tugging the buttons through holes. You muttered sleepily, turning slightly as he moved with you, tugging your jeans down. Your eyes flashing open as you felt his hands on your feet tugging them off.

“Nikki.” He couldn’t help but smile as you said his name, tossing your jeans towards the hamper as he laid on you, loving how your arms reached for him to pull him into you.

He had needed this.

The way your lips pressed against his in a deep, long kiss, arms and legs wrapping around him as he let himself bask in your presence. This was what it was like to be loved and wanted. The way you clung to him, not letting him go as he pressed you into the bed, both of you seeming to be in sync as you thought more.

“I’m here.” He was stroking your face as you tugged his t-shirt over his head, silver chains rattling as they fell back against his chest, “No need to rush, angel. I’m not going anywhere.” But your eyes were raising up, meeting his in a frenzied want.

“I just need you to be closer. I just need all of you, now.” The soft desperation in your voice had him groaning, moving with you as he slid the buttons through holes and pushed your shirt apart.

His hands skimmed your stomach, up your breasts and down as they pulled the nylon of your bra down. Hands cupping and mouth lowering to kiss the skin. He wanted to ravish you, make love to you until the pair of you were so tangled and lost in each other that where one of you began and the other ended was so confusing That you two were just considered one being.

Your shoulders shrugged, the shirt and bra coming off as your hands moved to his head, fingers tangling with the dyed black hair as you fisted the locks, watching the way he looked up, eyes on yours as he playfully nipped at the bar in your belly.

“Tell me what you want.” He expected you to push his head down as he teased, maybe to see the soft blush of your cheeks as you asked him to make love to you but that was not what Nikki got.

“I want you to fuck me until the only part of me that hurts is the spot between my legs.” He froze at this, pushing himself up to search your eyes for an explanation but you weren’t looking for an argument, you wanted results, “please, Nikki. It’s been so hard here and I just need to not have to think of anything. Just take away the thoughts, please.” The desperation and begging, giving him a job only he could do fueled Nikki.

You needed him and he needed you.

Maybe he should have talked to you more, found a solution to the ache and stress but he was sliding your panties off, fisting his cock as he guided it towards you. He wasn’t moving as quick as you wanted and you reassured him by sliding forward, hips twisting so he was flat on his back and you were on top of him, pushing him girth inside of you with a push of your hips.

His mouth opened,Hands going to your sides as he watched you, hands on his stomach as you adjusted your thighs on each side of his torso and rolled yourself. Usually you took your time and let Nikki help you and guide you but tonight you were too desperate fo wait. Upu we’re riding him, Hard and fast, pussy squelching as he watched you with fascination. It was like you were possessed. Trying to lose all the stress and pain of the week on top of his cock.

“Angel, slow down or I’m not going to last.” He was wanting you but your hair was thrown back, fingers twisting with the locks as you bounced. Nikki grinding his teeth as he swiped his thumb over your clit. There was no way you were going to slow down for him if you were in this mood.

He could feel your pussy, already squeezing as you bounced and rode him. You needed to cum to, have that blackout feeling. Nikki rolled, surprising you as you hit the mattress. He pressed your legs up and apart, bending you like a pretzels as he went so deep you saw stars, fucking you how you desiered to be fucked.

“Please.” You were so close and he knew you would explode. The sweat was as coming down his neck as he held your waist, fucking you, balls slapping at your ass as you laid splayed onthe bed for him.

“That’s my girl. Cum for me.” You nodded, reaching to pull his lips against yours, kissing him as you exploded, body warming and contracting as you arched up and into his arms, letting Nikki hold you as you came. His cum mixing with yours as he laid the pair of you down, the sheets around you as you’d both gasped for needed breath.

Your eyes on his as you tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, smiling as he held your open thigh over his, reaching patterns on the skin as he sucked in the cool night air.

“I’ve missed you.” You admitted, smiling as he kissed your shoulder blade.

“I missed you too, Angel. But I’m here now and I’m ready to make up for lost time.”

#nikki sixx #nikki sixx fan fiction #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx smut #nikki sixx fanfiction #motley crue #nikki sixx imagine #mötley crüe #nikki sixx fan fic

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caro-uotora · 3 days

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Happy Birthday Mick Mars! (It was a little difficult because I hadn't drawn for a while)

#my art #motley crue #mick mars #fan art #hbd

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heavymetalarchive · 1 year

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NIKKI SIXX and MICK MARS of MÖTLEY CRÜE in KERRANG's MEGA METAL 1989 Glam Metal Special Edition.

#motley crue #nikki sixx #mick mars #metal #glam metal #hair metal #glam rock #the i <3 pussy bumper sticker is very good #not the biggest crue fan but i gotta give credit where its due #kerrang #1989 #heavy metal

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metalhealth-willdriveyoumad · 2 months

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#Nikki sixx #motley crue #hard rock #80s hair metal #80s hard rock #80s rock #80s music #glam metal glam rock #Art #fan art #artist #digital art #wip #art wip #because finishing projects is for losers lol

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garyholt · 5 months

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The hatred for Mötley Crüe leaving my body when Looks That Kill comes on

#sorry to the motley crue fans out there I just need nikki sixx to suffer I’m sending him my telepathic curses

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griffinscantdraw · 5 months

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Mick Martian

COMMISSIONS OPEN INFO

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dlongfousky · 1 year

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hello since im a semi new blogger i wanted to introduce myself:)

my name is Dove i use they/them and he/him prns so please respect that tyty !

i’m currently in the middle of moving to the US so i won’t be able to write anything for a hot minute but once i get settled down i will<3

what i will be writing in the future (i will be taking requests depends what they’re about)

-fluff - angst -smut (depends on who)

what i will not be writing in the future

- self harm - anything graphic -eating disorders -romanticizing drug and alcohol addiction - family abuse (in any way) - writing smut about dead people

keep in mind i will not be writing most of these mainly because i have dealt with a lot of these and do not feel comfortable with writing off of the topics.

- i won’t write something that’s very similar to something else i’ve written already.

- i won’t really write anything that’s based on anime mainly bc i don’t like to and i don’t watch anime.

people who i will write for:

Metallica

-dave mustaine

- kirk hammett

-james hetfeild

- lars ulrich

- jason newsted

queen:

- brian may

- rogger tayler

- jon deacon

guns n’ roses:

- slash (saul hudson)

-axl rose

- duff mckagan

-izzy stradlin

and possibly more.

also if i don’t post for a couple days or weeks at a time i am working with my band to produce an album and EP’S in the future, that and i’m also moving from a different country so it’ll take a while, and i have a life outside of social media so respect that please and thank you.

-🕸️

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livelaughlovefootball · 6 months

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people who spell Motley Crue like Mötley Crüe are so pretentious

#motley crue #mötley crüe #good thing i dont think many motley crue fans follow me bc i dont want yall to come after me and my tommy lee pfp 😿😿😿

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robocoplesb · 9 months

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Older! Nikki Sixx x reader where the reader wants to start a family but Nikki isn’t so sure because of their age gap?

AGE GAP, nikki sixx

warnings: current!nikki, reader is 33, nikki and reader talking about having a child, reader taking care of a child, nikki and reader are married.

author's note: thank you very much for the request, anon. as someone new here it means a lot to me. hope you like. good read<3.

today was the first show of the band's new tour. it was the first tour you went on and you were so excited. just before the show started, one of the dancers asked you if you could take care of her son in the backstage during the show. she told you she couldn't get a babysitter for that night and seemed very nervous. you accepted very happily, knowing how well you got along with children and reassured her. she introduced you and theo to each other and informed you of a few things about where his things were and etc. at first he was really shy around you, probably kinda scared, but he was a very outgoing kid after all. theo was five years old, had dark curly hair and was really sweet.

“— is that your mom over there, theo?” — you asked smiling at the child in your arms while feeling brittany's phone pointed at you.

“— yes!” — he squealed and grinned as he tried to imitate his mother's movements.

you turned back, looking at brittany, who was smiling with you and knowing that you two were thinking how cute he was.

at night, when it got cold, you went to the dressing room with theo to get a coat. while you were dressing him, he had the idea of wanting to make up like nikki. you laughed as you pulled an eyeshadow palette out of your bag. your thumbs brushed against the black eyeshadow and you spread it on theo's cheeks. it had a black line on each side, just like nikki used to when he was younger.

you left the dressing room. you sat next to brittany as watched the little boy dancing the girls, girls, girls chorus. you smiled the whole song, at some point, noticing how theo's hair was the same color as nikki's and filling your mind with thoughts of a mini-nikki in the world. you imagined yourself holding your own child in your arms. it was not news to anyone close to you that you wanted to be a mother. much less for nikki. anyway, you two refused to talk about it until it just became something that was ignored. you and him knew it was there, but didn't want to face it. you didn't mean to bother nikki with this talk. he already had children, the youngest of them, frankie, being 21, and it got you thinking that he just didn't want to go through all the fatherhood complications, especially now that he was on tour. he never brought it up, so it was understood by you that he didn't want to talk about it.

that didn't mean that sometimes you didn't take a few hours to imagine a copy of you in your life. sometimes little things make you think about it, like when you babysit your friends kids, when you see nikki interact with fans kids or even when you saw families interacting somewhere. you didn't felt jealous, you felt happy thinking about when you might have it, until you started to think you never would.

you didn't get mad at nikki. you loved so much and you didn't feel that feeling could end for something like this.

when you started to feel suffocated by these thoughts, theo walked over to you and brittany and sat on your lap. he looked tired so you were just silent as you stroked his hair.

when the show was over, you thought he was already sleeping, but then as his mum starts to leave the stage, theo runs up to her and she takes him in her arms. he starts talking about how beautiful she looked and she can only smile. you get caught up in that scene and you only realize that nikki is there when you feel brittany get up to go to tommy. you look and run to him, just like the little boy you were taking care a little while ago. you practically throw yourself at nikki and bury your face in his neck. he wraps his arms around your waist and smiles when he sees how energetic you were.

before going to the dressing room, you congratulate the other boys. nikki is opening the door when you hear someone call your name and you turn to the side, seeing the same dancer as before with the boy in her arms. she looks out of breath, like she's been looking for you for a while. nikki looks at her too and laughs at the makeup on theo's face.

“—hey, lindsay.” — he says before turning his attention back to theo. “— nice look, boy.”

theo looks ecstatic when he sees that nikki has noticed him and turns to the dancer (who i just found out is called lindsay). “— mommy, he liked!” he can barely form a sentence, you almost cry at how cute he looks

lindsay laughs and comes over to hug you. you reciprocate and leave a kiss on theo's forehead. “— thank you so much for staying with him. he loved being there with you.”

"- you're welcome. you can leave him with me again if you don't want to worry about the babysitter thing. he is such an angel.”

“- oh my god, you are such angel”

she thanked again and then left. you and nikki walked in he looked at you confused.

“— took care of theo during the show tonight.” — you explained.

usually, the mood after shows was calm. you would talk a little and then had moments like this. nikki was sitting on the couch with the bass on his lap, practicing for the next show. sometimes he would whisper a curse when he got something wrong, but you remained quiet, with a record label in hands, striving to get the best angles of your husband. you smiled softly as you stopped recording and turned off the recorder.

“— nik..?” — you called, voice low as you tried not to maintain eye contact with him.

“— yes, hun?” — he said without looking at you as he put the bass away.

“— i was...hm, i was with theo today, and I started thinking...”

“—about..?” he said when he noticed you were taking your time to finish your sentence.

"— he is a very adorable child, right? so, i... — you took a deep breath. “— we could try. not now, if you don't want to. i mean, we don't need at any time if you don't want to. i know the tour is going to occupy us now but i just wanted to know what you think about it. you don't have to-”

“— hey, hey, calm down.” he had already noticed that you were nervous. you had the habit to start rambling when you didn't know what to say. he understood exactly what you meant, and he understood why you were like that. maybe understanding was one of the things you loved most about nikki.

you took a deep breath (again). “— i’m sorry. i've wanted to talk about this for so long and i just don't know how.” — you said, much quieter.

nikki looked at you and put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. you grabbed his hand and started playing with the rings. you were silent for almost two minutes.

“— if you don't say something now, i'm going to run out of here and i'll never be able to look you in the eye again.” you said, dramatizing. it was the first time you were shy around him.

he held her hand tightly and started “— right. look, i love you very much. i really do, i love you so much, and i could never make you doubt that. and if we really had a child, there's nothing in this world i would love more than this kid. you know that. you know me. that's why i think about you and that child. i don't want you to get hurt. i don't even know how to deal with it, man.”

“— why “get hurt”? If there's one thing i really know, it's that you're the best dad in the world. i mean, do you want this?” — you asked, in the same tone as before.

“— i want. i want everything with you. i want the children and the cliches you watch on tv. when i see how your friends trust in leaving the kids with us, or how you tell me you took care of theo during the show today, it’s so sweet. i know how much you want this, but seriously, i don't want you and that child to go through the media. the articles when we got married, all over again. these people don't care about us, only abot what our relationship offers. i can't stand the idea of having a child going through this, being used for this. and you too.”

you listened to everything he said and started to think. it was true. you and nikki had a big age gap and although it never really affected you, a lot of people talked about when you got married. you knew his fear was real, and you felt stupid for not thinking about it, but not enough to change your mind.

“— they don't need to know.” — you whispered, almost as if you were talking to yourself.

“— uh?”

“— they don't need to know. it's our life, right? we don't need to talk about it. we don't even have to let him near the cameras until a certain age.” — you said, more clearly.

nikki rubbed your arm gently as you turned to look at him. he smiled and kissed you. a reaction you didn't understand but only accepted.

“— you know, it breaks my heart to think of you not being a mother. it would be a waste.”

you knew exactly what that meant. in fact, he didn't look 100% convinced, but he looked enough for you to cheer as you kissed him all over his face and refused to let go of his arms.

[★]

“ give me hallmark

one dream, one life, one lover. ”

— lana del rey, venice bitch

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wiiildflowerrr · 1 year

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29 March 2015: 5SOSFam win Best Fan Army at the iheartradio Awards.

#this day in 5sos history #5sos #calum hood #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5 seconds of summer #iheartradio awards #2015 #red carpet #video #acceptance speech #best fan army #29 march #nikki sixx #motley crue #Youtube

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~nikki sixx~

nikki sixx x fem reader

it's nikki's birthday and he tells you he doesn't want to make a big deal out of it because he doesn't want to inconvenience you but you choose to celebrate anyway.

no trigger warning <3

fluff

You wake up in your apartment which is quiet and empty apart from yourself. You check the time on your watch which is sitting on your nightstand and decide to get yourself ready to go see Nikki. You had prepared yourself for about two weeks leading up to this day. Nikki's birthday. He told you not to worry about it, but you knew him better than that which meant you could see right through his 'not wanting to be a burden scheme'. You head into the bathroom and brush your teeth and hair before tying it up in a loose bun. You walk back into your bedroom and pick out something to wear, finally settling on a cropped tank top, black leather pants and a black jacket.

~~~~~

You walk up the stairs to Nikki's apartment before knocking on the door which they recently got fixed after you complained enough about climbing through the window. You hear footsteps and then the door creaking open. You look up to see Nikki standing there in his boxers and a tank top. "Hey babe!" he says, chirpily.

"Hey Nikki," you reply, opening your arms to hug him. He embraces you in a warm hug, kissing the top of your head. You look up at him as he still has his arms wrapped around you. "Happy birthday," you say quietly and he smiles.

"Thank you," he finally whispers. You walk inside the apartment and sits on the arm of the sofa..

"Go get ready," you say. Nikki raises an eyebrow.

"Why?" he says skeptically.

"We're gonna go get some breakfast," you tell him.

~~~~~

You both walk down the street, holding hands, to the diner that you both love. The diner that you had your first date. You both walk in and take a seat across from each other in one of the booths near the back of the restaurant. You sit your handbag down next to you and reach inside, pulling out a small case. You hand it over the table to Nikki who looks at you. You prod it at him which makes him grab it. "What's this?" he asks.

"You'll have to wait and see," you say.

"I didn't want you to waste your money on me, I know you're struggling at the moment," he says somewhat sadly, knowing that he's struggling too and can't help.

"I had some money set aside, now just open it," you say, smiling. He smiles a little but just enough to create smile lines on his face. He clicks open the case and you watch as his eyes widen ever so slightly.

"No way," he whispers to himself.

"They're the ones you wanted?" you ask him, taking a sip of your water. He pulls the black glasses out of the black case, holding them in front of him.

"I've been looking at these for months," he says, looking at you.

"I know," you reply, smiling. He finally smiles and grabs your hand, kissing the top of it.

"I love you," he says which takes you by surprise. He's never said that before. You smile.

"I love you too," you say.

"Aren't you two so cute," a voice says. You and Nikki look up to see one of the regular waitresses standing at the table with her notepad. You smile at her, seeing Nikki glance at you in the corner of your eye. "What can I get for you both?" she asks.

~~~~~

"Thank you for today," Nikki whispers to you as you lay on him on the couch in his apartment with the other three bandmates. You tilt your head up to kiss him. You look back at Tommy and Vince who are looking at the sunglasses you got Nikki like they're diamonds. "You assholes better not scratch them," Nikki says. They both roll their eyes and Mick snickers slightly. "They're gonna look so fucking cool on stage," he says to you.

"You're gonna look so fucking cool on stage," you reply which makes him smile and kiss your head.

#motley crue #nikki sixx #fan fiction #nikki sixx x reader #oneshot

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