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Wait a Damn Minute-Part 1

Summary: Nikki’s been sneaking out every night. Finally, he decides to introduce the Crüe to the reason for his late nights.

80s!Nikki Sixx x Reader

warnings: language

“Hey has anybody seen Nikki? He’s been out since last night. Didn’t even join me at the fuckin Rainbow! That’s the 10th time in the last six months!” Tommy yelled to Vince and Mick on his way out of the kitchen, munching on a bag of chips to try and chill out the raging hangover.

“I don’t know where he is, I’m not his keeper,” Mick shouted in return before laying back down on the couch to try and get his nap to last just a little longer, but knowing Tommy Lee that wasn’t going to happen.

“You guys didn’t know? Our little bassist has himself a lady,” Vince stated with a smirk and a wiggle of his eyebrows causing both Mick and Tommy to raise their brows in confusion.

“And how would you know this, blondie? You don’t exactly pay attention to anything or anyone other than yourself,” Mick announced, still trying to sink further into the couch hoping it would swallow him and allow him to just get some fucking sleep.

“Oh it’s easy once you put together all the pieces. So first, he starts sneaking off at night after shows and doesn’t come home til the next day. Not super suspicious because which one of us hasn’t done that. But then, he starts turning down group trips to the Rainbow, we all know how much the Sixxter loves the Rainbow. But he knows that’ll make it too suspicious so he specifically starts quietly turning down our lady friends at the table because he needs us to think he wants to be there when really he wants to be with his friend,” Vince stated with a proud smirk while Tommy just stared, mouth agape, trying to figure out when the hell the singer became a detective.

“Blondie’s not that smart, willing to bet he just heard him talking on the phone calling someone baby and then called Sixx out on it,” Mick told Tommy as he got up from the couch to go grab a drink, his napping attempts futile at this point.

Tommy looked at Vince for confirmation and the blonde just shrugged his shoulders, “Yeah he’s right. But it was fun making you think you’d missed out on these big tells.” Tommy slapped Vince’s head in response.

Meanwhile

“Nikki, baby, you gotta stop. The boys are gonna get concerned if you don’t come back before the show tonight,” you managed to speak in between moans and deep kisses from the bassist. Nikki’s attempt to shut you up including sticking his tongue in your mouth and reaching his hand further up your shirt.

“Shhhhh, sweets. I don’t wanna talk about them. Besides, if they haven’t noticed it yet then they’re never gonna notice,” he whispered, moving his mouth below your ear to bite softly at the sensitive skin there.

“Honey, Vince already knows about me so at least one of them has noticed. And since when has that skinny blonde fucker ever been able to keep his mouth sh-OH, baby yessss,” your statement getting interrupted with a moan as Nikki began to bite and suck at your neck, leaving a nice sized bruise where his mouth was. Nikki pulled back, admiring his work before his eyes met yours, clouded by both lust and love.

Nikki reached a hand up to caress your face and move a piece of hair out of your eyes, his soft touch almost forcing your eyes closed for the thousandth time in the last twelve hours.

“About that…” Nikki started, bringing the conversation back to the boys, “I think it’s time I introduce you to them, officially. I wanna go public, kitten. No more sneakin around, no more pretending the other doesn’t exist. I want you openly, freely, at all hours of the day. What d’ya say, sweets? Think you wanna do this with me?”

Your eyes had begun to well up with tears during Nikki’s little speech. You had talked multiple times the last couple months of your relationship about when you’d finally be introduced to the Crüe as Nikki’s girl and it looks like the time had finally come.

“Of course I’m ready, baby. I wanna do the rest of life with you if I can. You know I’d burn this whole town down just to call you mine,” you said, your voice catching around the emotional lump in your throat. Nikki’s reaction was to burst into the biggest smile you had ever seen on the bassist’s face as he picked you up and swung you around as he babbled on and on about the plans for meeting the boys after their show tonight.

Later

After the show, Nikki met you outside to drive you back to the Crüe’s place to get changed, meet the guys and head to the after party at the Rainbow, your first official outing as a couple. The rest of the guys had already made it back when you and Nikki pulled up.

“Nikki you’re sure they’re gonna be okay with me?” you asked, not making eye contact with the bassist as you played with the skin around your fingernail.

“Hey, kitten. Look at me,” he responded softly, waiting to your eyes to match with his green ones, “it’s all gonna be okay. And if it’s not then fuck them. I love you,” he whispered causing you to take in a stuttering breath.

“Of all the times to say I love you for the first time you choose this one, Sixx?” you questioned in slight shock, his eyes widening as he realized what he has just said and he began sputtering, trying to backtrack on his statement causing you to grin on response. “It’s alright, bassist cause I love you too, you know that right? I just wasn’t expecting the first time we said these words to be outside your house, before I meet your friends.”

He grinned, leaning in to kiss you, “don’t worry baby girl, daddy’ll make it up to you later,” he whispered with a growl causing you to giggle as you rolled your eyes and pushed him off you.

“Alright, rockstar. Let’s get this over with,” you said, stepping out of the car. Nikki met you with an arm wrapped tight around your waist as he opened the door, immediately greeted with the sight of Vince and Mick drinking and doing a couple lines of cocaine.

“HEY! BASSIST, YOU MADE IT. WHO’S THIS HOTTIE!?” Vince bellowed after noticing you and Nikki.

“That’s obviously his girlfriend he wants to introduce to us you dipshit,” Mick said with a slightly annoyed tone as he offered you a small grin.

“Fellas, this is my girlfriend, YN. YN this is Mick Mars and Vince Neil,” Nikki stated, rubbing his hand in small circles on your back.

“A pleasure to meet you, YN. I understand now why Sixx kept you to himself for so long. You sure you don’t wanna ride on the Neil train?” Vince asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows causing everyone to groan. Mick went to say something but was cut off by Tommy walking to the common area.

“YN, that’s a cool name. Funny enough, that’s my sister’s na-,” Tommy announced as he entered the room making you grimace and close your eyes in anticipation of his reaction.

Tommy blinked. Looked between Nikki and YN. Blinked again. Rubbed his eyes. Looked at the bottle of Jack in his hands. Looked at Nikki’s arm wrapped securely around your waist. Blinked again.

“Wait a minute, that better just be a doppelgänger of YN and not my fucking sister, bassist…” Tommy trailed off, your face heating up. You knew this bit of the introductions probably wasn’t going to go well.

“Wait a damn minute…YN…like YN BASS! Tommy’s older sister!?” Vince yelled, not understanding the fuel he just added to the fire. Nikki’s arm slowly unwrapped from around your waist, anticipating his terror twin’s next actions.

“Feranna, you better fucking run, boy!” Tommy yelled as he charged at Nikki, the bassist running out the front door with a head start, leaving you behind shaking your head accompanied by an astonished and high as fuck blonde and an alien who just needed another fucking drink and a good nap.

“Well. That went about as well as expected. Hi Mick, Vince. I’m YN Bass, Tommy’s sister. Where can I get a drink while I wait for these idiots to fight it out?”

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Part 2

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Fics with Sixx (current!Nikki Sixx x F!Reader; warnings: age gap (35 years); hints at smut but no actual smut on page)

Summary: You and Brittany have been hanging out a lot during the Stadium Tour. Following your husbands, keeping up with fan posts on social media, and making TikToks in your free time for the hell of it. But what happens when you two discover that the world of fanfiction has grown? 

Wait a Damn Minute (80s!Nikki Sixx x F!Reader; warnings: language)

Summary: Nikki’s been sneaking out every night. Finally, he decides to introduce the Crüe to the reason for his late nights.

Part 1 / Part 2

To the Moon and Back (90s!Nikki Sixx x F!Reader; warnings: language)

Summary: You’re pregnant with your first child with Nikki Sixx. Over the course of your pregnancy you and Nikki both keep journals to document the changes to come. These are a few snippets.

Just Friends (18+) (80s!Nikki Sixx x F!Reader; warnings: smut, angst, language, alcohol and drug usage)

Summary:  Nikki Sixx is a cockblock. A good for nothing friend who has decided to make it his life mission for you to be a virgin the rest of your life...or so it seems. 

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Home Sweet Home (current!Nikki Sixx x F!Reader; warnings: none, fluff)

Summary: You’re on The Stadium Tour with Nikki and the Crüe, the first tour since the birth of your daughter, Maci. When she gets sick you miss out on one of the shows, the first since the tour began. As soon as the show ends, Nikki’s on his way Home Sweet Home.

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Just Friends- Pt 1 | Nikki Sixx

Summary: Nikki Sixx is a cockblock. A good for nothing friend who has decided to make it his life mission for you to be a virgin the rest of your life...or so it seems. 

a/n: this one...this one I have been WAITING to write. buckle in folks because this mini-series is about to take you on an angsty ride. Also. This fic is gonna take a little bit of a turn so I hope you like it just as much when it’s done!

Chapter pairings: 80s!Nikki Sixx x Reader

warnings for part 1: alcohol & drug usage, language, a little dry humping/clothed thigh riding, a lil angst

September, 1985- Theater of Pain Tour

You’d had enough. Ironically, this was the sixth guy Nikki Sixx had managed to chase away just by being close to you. All it took was five minutes of flirting and Nikki was there to run them off with a damn stick, the stick being Tommy fucking Lee. You and Nikki had met around the time the Crüe formed and you quickly found a place as the resident best friend. Not a groupie and definitely not a musician or dancer, your spot always felt like it was hanging in the balance. Like at any moment something could happen and you’d be left to fend for yourself in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere USA. But here you were. Drinking with the guys at this random bar in Nashville. Trying to find someone to fuck. It was getting a little embarrassing being a 24 year old virgin when you’re surrounded by these…definitely-not-virgins.

That’s the hard part when you’re not a member of the band and not a groupie, but sitting in that in-between spot, it’s apparently difficult as fuck to get laid. It probably has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee won’t let a man get close enough to me. Nope not that at all. But Nikki’s behavior is odd to say the least. Especially after the events of last week.

One Week Ago

“Come on, Princess. One more line. And, and then, THEN we can be done for the night,” Nikki slurred as he pulled on a pout, holding the rolled up bills in my direction. I rolled my eyes at his childishness, already a few shots and a line in myself. “What the hell, one more line to appease Nikki” you thought to yourself, bringing the bills to your nose and gladly accepting the line Nikki had just put together. 

The effects of the drug immediately made your head buzz. You handed the bills back to Nikki and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, letting you lean into him as he whispered in your ear, “that’s my girl. Taking all that I give you. Such a good Princess,” his words making your drug-altered brain tell your eyes to close in pleasure.

This is what nights on tour were like with Nikki. You’d party with the guys after the show, then you and Nikki, hell even Tommy at times, would go back to his hotel room and party some more and then you’d crash. Half the time he’d give up the bed in favor of the couch to give you somewhere to sleep but the two of you were known to share a bed after a number of nights involving way too much alcohol and blow. 

When Nikki was cross-faded he got touchy. And talky. Nikki could talk the pants off a fucking cactus if he wanted to. All he needed to do was lower his voice, whisper in their ear and say-

“you ever wondered what it’s like to kiss me?” Nikki whispered in your ear, his soft lips making contact with your skin but the words causing you to whip your head around and look him in the eyes, only to find two glassy emeralds looking back at you awaiting a response. You tried to find the words to respond but Nikki interrupted you, “Cause I think about what it’s like to kiss you all the time, princess.”

This can’t be happening. After years of being around this man he had never said those words to you. But of fucking course you’ve dreamed of kissing Nikki Sixx, what person on this whole planet hasn’t? You’ve also thought about him while getting yourself off a number of times when he was out with Groupie One or Groupie Two but he didn’t need to know that. 

Apparently you were taking to long to answer Nikki because he moved his arms from around your shoulders to grip your waist and turn you around, causing you to be effectively be straddling his lap and staring right at those eyes you had come to know like the back of your hand. Nikki’s eyes traveled down to your lips, his tongue wetting his in the process. His actions making you want to squeeze your legs together to give you some relief while trying not to clue Nikki in on the problem you were dealing with.

Too late apparently. Nikki’s lips turned up into a smirk and his voice went impossibly lower as he whispered while leaning towards you, his hand slowly moving to thread in your hair, “Oh princess, you have. Come on sweet baby, give Sixx a lil kiss. Don’t worry, I won’t let it go too far, I know you haven’t done anything with anyone yet.” 

You felt your face heat up with his comment. Of course you had told Nikki one night at the beginning of this friendship about your virginity status. And of course, the little bastard wouldn’t forget it that easily. Oooooh I have wanted this for too long. And fuck he looks good...fuck it, okay. If I don’t like it then I can at least say I kissed Nikki fucking Sixx. And so you leaned in to meet his lips, his one hand in your hair and the other gripping your waist, keeping you close. He deepened the kiss and pulled your hair slightly causing you to release the dirtiest moan you had ever heard outside of porn, your moan simultaneously giving Nikki’s tongue access. It was the hottest thing you had ever experienced. Sure you had kissed plenty of guys before, hell you and Tommy had made out on a dare before, but Nikki? This man kissed you like you were the air he needed to breathe. As if he was trying to steal every last breath from your lungs. Suddenly you felt more sober than you have in the last four years. You broke the kiss for some air and Nikki took that as his opportunity to kiss and bite lightly down your neck causing you to whimper at the feeling, your legs tightening around his waist. The action pulling a groan from Nikki’s lips.

“Princess, goddess, my fucking queen. Why didn’t we do this earlier, sweet baby?” he moaned into your neck causing you to move your hands onto his shoulder and into his hair, pulling experimentally to get just the right reaction from the bassist. Nikki’s head pulled back with an extremely satisfied look on his face, he slowly moved you so his leg was in between your thighs and moved both his hands to your waist. Nikki made sure to make eye contact with you before adding “I’m gonna try something, princess. If you don’t like it you tell me to stop immediately, do you trust me?” You nodded your head, wanting anything the bassist would give you at this point. Nikki used his hands to rock your hips, rubbing your clothed core across his leather pants causing almost immediate pleasure to bubble up in your body and release in the form of a moan. Nikki smirked that cocky smirk of his and began to move your hips faster up and down his thigh. He leaned in to plant kisses up your neck and jaw until he got to your ear. 

He bit down lightly on your ear, the different pleasures causing you to take over and ride his thigh on your own. Nikki took that opportunity to whisper in your ear, letting his lips touch it lightly with each word, “that’s it, princess. Keep going, I can feel you drenching your own pants, baby. Go ahead, I know you want to. It’s okay, it’s all for you sweet girl. Cum. Now.”

The dirty talking is what sent you over the edge. You cried out and held onto Nikki’s shoulders, his lips taking over yours almost as if to quiet you. Your hips began to slow as your high slowly faded and you realized what had just happened. Nikki Sixx had just made you orgasm with his thigh and some kisses. Your whole body was on fire and you nuzzled your head into Nikki’s shoulder, refusing to make eye contact with your best friend. 

“Hey, hey none of that, goddess. Look at me, come on. You gotta tell me you’re okay,” he stated, using his thumb and forefinger to lift your chin and make you look into his eyes for the millionth time. The look on your face must have been enough for Nikki because he just leaned back with a self-satisfied smirk and moved his arms so he could pick you up as he carried you to the bed. You felt your eyes drooping and you snuggled into the warmth of Nikki’s chest. Once the two of you got to the room he got you a t-shirt out of your suitcase and handed it to you, “here go change, we’ll go to sleep when you get done,” he told you softly and you disappeared into the bathroom. Within fifteen minutes you had fallen asleep next to Nikki Sixx, not totally certain what was to become of your friendship.

Present (1985)

The next morning Nikki hadn’t said shit. Hadn’t even acknowledged what happened and what it meant for your friendship. But here he is a week later, running off any other guy who so dares to talk to you with his Terror Twin at his side. The action making you equal parts sexually frustrated and pissed the fuck off. After one more shot you’d had enough. You wanted to leave. You pushed past your guard dogs, because that’s what they were acting like, and made your way to Mick, letting him know you’d be heading back to the hotel room for the night. He offered to walk you back but you refused, stating the fresh air and alone time would be good for you and headed out into the night.

As you started to make your way back to the hotel you could hear someone calling your name. Well, not your name. Instead they were yelling-

“Princess! Where you goin, sweets?”

Nikki’s voice caused you to roll your eyes, after the last week and the events of the last two hours you wanted nothing to do with him. In fact you were trying to decide if you should just stay the night in Mick’s room. 

Nikki kept calling for you until he finally caught up and grabbed your arm, pulling you to face him. “I’ve been calling for you for the last block, princess. Didn’t you hear me?”

“Nope, thought it was just the wind,” you snapped, yanking your arm away in the process causing a hurt look and furrowed brow to appear on Nikki’s face.

“Hey now, why all the hostility, YN?” he asked, genuine hurt alight in his eyes. That look almost caused you to forget the events of the last week and just brush them under the rug but when he reached out to rub your arm it ignited that spark yet again.

“Who knows why I could possibly be hostile when my best friend and his fucking sidekick keep COCKBLOCKING ME EVERY CHANCE THEY GET!” you yelled, the dam finally breaking.

Nikki’s eyes widened, unsure of what to say he started with, “Hey baby, honey, calm down. It was just T-Bone and I looking out for yo-,” 

“Don’t you fucking dare say you were looking out for me! You didn’t even have the fucking decency to talk to me about that night!” you blurted out in anger, surprising yourself and Nikki.

“That’s what this is about? Me not talking to you about the mind-blowing orgasm yours truly gifted you? Sweets, if you wanted another all you had to do was ask,” he said with a tilt of his head and a cheeky grin growing on his lips, leaving you speechless.

“I- who said I wanted anoth- we can’t do this, Sixx. We’re best friends,” you started, only for Nikki to interrupt you this time. 

“Oh, sweets, it doesn’t have to change anything between us. Any time you want a ride on the Sixxter just let me know, I’ll be there for you. In fact, I wanted to talk to you about it...I probably should have done this a week ago. But here goes. So the reason I was cockblocking you, as you so eloquently put it but you’re not wrong, is because fuck those other guys. Why would you want your first time to be with any of those second-class boys, when you’ve got a first-class man right here, baby?”

Your eyes widened, your brain slowly catching on to what Nikki was saying and he could practically see the gears turning so he continued. “Sweet girl, there is nobody on this earth that I would rather deflower and teach the carnal ways of the world than my best friend, in a totally platonic way of course.” 

Yup. You were all caught up now. Nikki Sixx wanted to embark on a friends with benefits situation with you, his best friend. He could tell you were thinking on it so he added, “What do ya say, YN? Wanna learn from the master? I could teach you to be a sex goddess, hell you’re already the goddess of my religion,” he added the last part with a wiggle of his brows causing you to roll your eyes.

Fuck it. Why not.

You took a deep breath, looking Nikki straight in those glittering emeralds. Those eyes that would be engrained in your mind for the rest of your life. You opened your mouth and said, “don’t make me regret this, Sixx.” 

He smiled a smile that would make the cheshire cat jealous and replied, “never in a million years, princess.”

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Just Friends- Part 3

Summary: Almost thirty years after the fight that ended your friendship with the rudest, crudest bassist in the history of metal, you run into a ghost from your past while living in Las Vegas.

platonic!Nikki Sixx x Reader

a/n: soooo yeah, here we are. this is the last part of this fic and honestly i was so excited to write this part! with the way their friendship/relationship was set up i had a clear direction i wanted their futures to go and here we are! i hope you enjoy!

warnings: language, mentions of overdose, some bestie fluff tbh

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October, 2016 Las Vegas, NV

Twenty nine years have passed since that night in Nashville. The one that had, arguably, changed your life forever. After catching the first flight back to Los Angles you spoke with your landlord and were able to cut your lease. You packed up all your clothes and got on the next flight to New York. You had decided you wanted a bit of a break from life in the city of angels.

Throughout the next twenty nine years you picked up a career as a self-taught photographer, going on to achieve recognition in multiple magazines around the world. In these last years you had never married; however, you had a few flings and occasional long term relationships during that time. Your longest, and probably most serious, relationship led to the birth of your twin sons, Theo and Kai, in 1994. Thats right, the universe had blessed you with your own terror twins. You had broken up in 2001 but you still co-parented the boys successfully. Your little family had made the move back to LA when the boys were 6 and you continued your career in photography there until they went off to college, at which you point you shifted to Las Vegas.

Vegas is where you began to work with musicians once more. You worked with different venues and owners to photograph celebrities during their Vegas residencies. You got to rub elbows with the members of KISS and even Britney Spears when she did hers. All this led to you stepping foot back into the world of music. A world you thought you’d left behind long ago. You didn’t really speak to the members of Mötley Crüe. Nikki had never tried to reach out to you but you had managed to occasionally keep up with him over the years through various news outlets.

The hardest day for you was December 23, 1987. The day Nikki Sixx died, and was subsequently brought back to life. You were still living in New York at the time when you got the phone call from one of your LA friends in hysterics, babbling incoherently about turning on the news and something something Nikki Sixx. You had managed to turn on the news to be assaulted with the information that Nikki Sixx had died. Frantically you dialed Nikki’s house phone, hoping foolishly that this was an April Fools joke in December but there was no answer. So you did what any rational, former friend of Mötley Crüe would do. You called Mick Mars.

Mick answered the phone that night and reassured you that while yes, Nikki was clinically dead, he was alive. And he was being a fucking dumbass that needed to figure out what to do with his life. You offered to hop on the first flight back to LA but Mick held you off. He told you that you needed to figure out your life before you’d ever be able to help Nikki with his. And he was right. By the time you’d figured out your life, Nikki had a wife and a kid on the way. But you wouldn’t trade your experiences for anything, nor your friendships with the rudest, crudest, and frankly sleaziest, band of the last three and a half decades.

It was your off day and still pretty early so you had decided to treat yourself to a day at the New York, New York casino, before the rest of the city decided to truly start their day. You had just been sitting down at one of the slot machines for a few minutes when a gorgeous brunette woman sat to play at the machine next to you. She looked like the models you used to photograph in the earlier days of your photography career. You decided to raise the bet, just a little higher. You won some free spins and the chance to play a mini-game. You were focused. The mini-game gave way to a mini jackpot win, about five hundred dollars. While the game made it’s winning noises you couldn’t help but hear a sound that you thought you’d never hear again. A laugh that haunted you like the ghost of your past to this day.

There, next to the gorgeous brunette who had just sat down next to you not five minutes before, was a familiar head of black hair. Eyes, that you just knew were as green as seaglass under those sunglasses, looking at the screen of the slot machine in front of him. Your mouth moved faster than your brain and before you knew it you were saying, “Nikki fucking Sixx, is that you?”

His neck nearly snapped with the speed at which he looked up, momentarily startling Courtney. That voice had been one he hadn’t heard in a long time. Almost thirty years if he was doing his math correctly. Nikki finally turned his head to look in your direction, the two of you meeting each others’ eyes for the first time in twenty nine years. His mouth started to hang open and hot tears started to well in your eyes. Courtney sat between the two of you with a confused look on her face and a quick raise of her brow at the look on Nikki’s face. “Holy shit, Y/N?” Nikki finally managed to sputter, Courtney’s confusion ebbing and a look of recognition of the name coming over her face, the corner of her lips pulling up in a small smile. 

“In the flesh, Sixxter! Also, I’m so sorry, I definitely didn’t mean for it to seem like I just overlooked you, I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N,” you introduced yourself.

“Courtney Sixx, I’ve heard so much about you. I never thought I’d actually have the opportunity to meet you,” Courtney responded, reaching out to shake your hand. 

You laughed at her statement and shook her hand enthusiastically. “Honestly, I never thought I’d have the opportunity to meet you. I had heard about your wedding through one of those magazines, you did good, Sixx,” you added with a wink in Nikki’s direction, a small blush forming on Courtney’s cheeks.

“Alright, enough ragging on me. Where’s my introduction? You gonna shake my hand or give me a hug, princess?” Nikki threw your nickname from thirty years ago back at you like it was nothing causing you and Courtney to both roll your eyes. But you stole a quick glance at Courtney, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable. She could tell the question you were asking with your eyes and her smile only grew. In response, you approached the man that had changed your life with the biggest hug you could muster.

“Holy shit dude, it’s been so long. Why the fuck are you wearing sunglasses inside?” you mumbled into his chest as Nikki squeezed the life out of you and barked out a laugh, almost as if he was making sure you were real.

You ended the hug and wiped away a few stray tears that had managed to creep their way down your cheeks, your reaction causing Nikki to laugh. “God, when’d you get so emotional, princess?” he added, wiping a few tears away from his own eyes causing all three of you to laugh at the ridiculousness. 

“I’ve always been emotional, Sixx. Just couldn’t exactly show it around you idiots,” you jested, “now what the hell are you doing in Vegas? Are you two still living in LA?”

“My new band Sixx:AM is performing at the T-Mobile Arena tonight and Court wanted to spend part of the day here before I had to leave to get ready and, well, here we are!” Nikki smiled at Courtney as he moved his arm around his wife’s waist, the motion causing more tears to spring to your eyes. They weren’t sad tears. Not at all. They were some of the happiest tears you had shed since the day your boys were born. You were just so damn happy for Nikki. Nikki turned his attention back to you and asked, “Now what about you? What have you been up to? What are you doing here? I heard you introduce yourself with the same last name, you married?” 

“Pump the brakes for a second, hon. Let the woman breathe. It’s not everyday you run in to your best friend for the first time in thirty years,” Courtney said softly while rubbing small circles on Nikki’s back.

Her statement caused you to laugh. Same old, Sixx. “It’s okay, Courtney. Nikki never learned to slow down, I see,” you added with a wink towards his wife before continuing, “well after Tennessee, I headed up to New York for a bit and ended up starting up a career in photography. Mostly models at first, got a couple gigs thanks to a few girls that knew me from hanging with you and the Crüe funnily enough. Stayed there for a bit, never married but I’ve got two boys, twins if you can believe that luck. And we moved out to LA when Theo and Kai were about six. When they went off to college, I moved here. I’d done so many gigs at that point that eventually I got offered a job photographing some musicians and bands in residence. I was KISS’s photographer last year...”

Nikki swore someone had to be cutting onions in his vicinity with the way his eyes were tearing up as you told him about your life. He knew it just as well as you did, the two of you were like fire and gasoline when you were together. Not helping the other, just feeding the destruction. But here you are. Both of you happy and healthy and doing what you love. 

“Okay, stop getting all sappy on me, Sixx. I see those fucking tears. Knock it off before you make me cry,” you joked, making Courtney laugh even more. You liked her. A lot.

“Oh shut up, Y/N,” Nikki responded, not so subtly trying to wipe the tears from his eyes, only making you and Courtney laugh harder. He liked this. Seeing you and Courtney interact made his heart full. 

“Hey are you guys using these machines? Some of us wanna play too ya know?” some kid who looked barely legal to be in the casino asked, surrounded by a group of his also-questionably-aged friends. 

You rolled your eyes at the children and held your hand out to Courtney, “come on, wanna go get something to eat and catch up?” you asked the couple, to which they immediately nodded, as soon as Nikki was done glaring at the kids that interrupted the three of you.

The three of you finished your conversation at the Irish pub in the casino before Nikki had to head back to their hotel room to get ready for the show. But not before you had the opportunity to tell him how proud you were of him and his fifteen years of sobriety. You both reassured each other that you never had any lingering ill feelings towards the other, that eventually you both understood that you leaving the tour was probably the best thing for both of you at the time. It was your absence, Nikki said, that ultimately kicked his ass into gear following his overdose. Courtney just sat and watched as two best friends reconnected and you made sure to include her whenever possible. The three of you promised to catch up again and made sure to swap contact information, and follow each other on social media of course.

Over the next six years, the three of you caught up whenever possible. When you found out Courtney was pregnant, you bought the crib and nursery decorations and a scrapbook/photo album that Nikki could fill with photos of their new baby. Courtney had asked you at one point during her pregnancy if you ever wanted to be a mom again to which you just laughed. Your answer? “Hell no, the terror twins I had were enough for me. I swear it was like trying to wrangle slightly tamed versions of Nikki and Tommy.” The three of you laughed at that.

 You followed all the other members of the Crüe on social media, hell you even tried to reach out to Tommy via DM one day but he never read it, or it could buried under a sea of other messages. Vince and Mick used social media the least of the four, but you made sure to follow them and keep up with them whenever possible. You didn’t necessarily want your first reunion with the boys to be virtual. And that brings you to...

September 9, 2022 Las Vegas, NV- The Stadium Tour

When Mötley announced that their new tour end date was going to be in Vegas, you knew you had to find a way to get there. You could afford tickets, sure. But that wasn’t going to be good enough. But somehow, you were offered a gig to photograph the show and you just couldn’t turn it down. You had contacted Courtney the second you found out about the offer to let her know that you wanted to try and surprise the boys at the show and she got so excited. Mostly she couldn’t wait to introduce you officially to Ruby, you’d seen her over social media and the occasional Facetime call but never in person.

You made your way through the backstage area of Allegiant Stadium, your hands nervously playing with the name-tag given to you out front. As you turned the corner that’s when you saw them. Nikki and Tommy were playing hide and seek with Ruby, Mick and Vince were talking in the corner mimicking something that had to do with the show, and Courtney was talking with Brittany, Rain and Seraina. It was Courtney who noticed you first, her eyes lighting up as she yelled, “hey hon, what’s that over there?” pointing in your direction to make sure Nikki looked the right way. That got everyone’s attention and suddenly way too many eyes were on you. Eyes that you hadn’t seen in far too long.

“HOLY FUCK! IS THAT YOU, PRINCESS?” Tommy yelled, his eyes wide and mouth open while Nikki looked like his twin, go figure. Vince and Mick looked at each other like fish out of water at Tommy’s statement. Tommy and Nikki made eye contact before they were both taking off across the stage, pushing each other out of the way to see who could get to you first. Tommy won.

“Woaaaaaah there, T-bone! Let me down, I’m a grown woman damn it!” you squealed as the human personification of a stick picked you up and swung you around.

“Let her down, Tommy. Gotta share princess with the rest of us!” Nikki yelled, dodging out of the way of your legs as Tommy swung you one more time. The three of you were cackling like a bunch of witches by the time the group hug was all over.

“Alright you two, enough. Lemme go see these pretty wives of yours and these other two hooligans I’ve missed very much,” you stated, wrapping your arm around both of the original Terror Twins’ waists and dragging them to the rest of the group.

“It’s just like old times,” Tommy fake sniffled while Nikki rolled his eyes and mussed up your hair.

“Hey, hands off, Sixx. Only Courtney gets to mess up my hair,” you joked upon your arrival in front of the group, Courtney blushing at the innuendo. That was your goal every time the three of you caught up. See who could make Courtney blush the most. She was married to Nikki Sixx so she had some tough skin, but damn if every time you complimented her she didn’t turn pink.

She removed yourself from the weight of the Terror Twins and wrapped your arms around Courtney, “hiya, Court. Miss me?”

“More and more every day, princess,” she added with a kiss to your cheek, you doing the same to her. Ruby clung to her mama’s leg and you looked down at her. Every time you saw her, you saw different features that resembled Nikki or Courtney. But damn if this child wasn’t a near perfect mix of the two.

“Ruby, this is your Auntie Y/N. You remember, Auntie Y/N?” Courtney asked softly, trying to coax Ruby away from her legs. Ruby’s eyes widened in recognition of the person she had seen so many times on Facetime as she unwound her arms from her mother’s legs and threw herself at yours. “Auntie Y/N!” she yelled as you bent down to pick her up and give her a proper hug. You passed her back to Courtney and introduced yourself to Brittany, Rain and Seraina as they were in your immediate circle.You didn’t need to explain who you were, they all seemed to have heard stories about “princess” at some point over the years. The nickname caused you to smile and roll your eyes, you’d never be getting rid of it. Your smile caught as you saw Mick and Vince looking at you, both frozen in place.

“You okay there, blondie?” you called out cheekily. It took Vince a second before he seemed to realize that you were talking to him.

“I think so, I mean...it’s not every day I see a ghost,” he added, slowly walking towards you with Mick in tow.

“No ghost here, Neil. Just a real, live human who has waited thirty-five years for a Vinnie special,” you added with a wink, holding your arms out for a hug which he happily gave you. You could swear you heard him sniffle.

“Don’t go crying on me now, Neil. Gotta be strong for the pretty ladies,” you added with a wink causing him to scoff and push off you with a roll of his eyes. Vince started talking about how Nikki had told them all about the two of you reconnecting in Vegas six years ago and about how your life had changed for the better after you left Mötley, making a joke at how of course you’d have twin boys, almost like a punishment, making everyone laugh in response. Vince hadn’t changed a bit.

 Eventually that just left you and Mick. The guitarist looked at you, a fondness in his eyes.The look on his face belonging to the older brother you never had biologically but were magically gifted in 1981. You had grown. Of course you had. You looked good. Healthy. Happy. Kids. A succesful career you enjoyed. It was all he could have asked for.

“Hey kid. I see you figured this whole life thing out huh?” Mick asked softly as you approached him, the two of you breaking into tears the second he wrapped you into a hug. You were home. Here in this arena, where soon 65,000 people would be cheering and singing along to songs you heard the boys write. Here with the rudest and crudest band of the last four decades. Here with this motley crew of a family that you had somehow wiggled your way back into. And you couldn’t have been happier. 

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a/n: alright folks! Time to try my hand at a lil Sixx fic! enjoy! (p.s. this one was a little weird to write lol you’ll see why)

current!Nikki x YN

Summary: You and Brittany have been hanging out a lot during the Stadium Tour. Following your husbands, keeping up with fan posts on social media, and making TikToks in your free time for the hell of it. But what happens when you two discover that the world of fanfiction has grown? 

warnings: age gap ( ~35 years)

June 25, 2022

The Stadium Tour was in full swing. You had finally made it to Philadelphia after a few days in New York and you and Brittany had been hanging out all day in preparation for the show tonight while your husbands hung out, just the two of them, for the first time in what felt like forever. Over the course of the last couple of years, you and Brittany had gotten close. You had followed her on her Vine days and when you and Nikki started dating you bonded over your proximity in age and your love for the Terror Twins themselves.

But now you had been scrolling through tumblr for almost an hour. After Brittany and you had discovered fanfictions involving your husbands you had spent half an hour reading some of the raunchy works together. Some were way off the mark, others were spot on and it just made experience all the more fun. Hell, you had even decided to look up stories about each others’ husbands to send to each other for the fun of it.

You were a few years younger than Brittany, and more than a few younger than Nikki, so you had always known that fanfiction existed, it just always seemed to be focused more on fictional characters and taking stories pre-existing stories and making them your own. But fanfiction about real people, your husband in particular, well that just took things to a whole new level. 

Like every other site on the internet, tumblr was a vast ocean of... interesting things that lead to some equally as interesting discoveries. You were reading a particularly good fic about Nikki and his mommy kink that Brittany had found when the door to the hotel suite opened revealing the man in question. His hair held out of his face with a bandana and his sunglasses covering those green eyes that you swore you loved more and more everyday. You should have noticed him, you should have said something, but the fanfiction was just getting to a particularly juicy part, and for once you had eyes for something other than your husband, well the physical version of him at least.

Nikki’s eyes scanned the hotel room until they landed on your figure lounging on the couch. Your bottom lip between your teeth and your legs squeezed tight all Nikki could do was smirk. Taking advantage of the fact that you hadn’t heard him come him, he snuck over to the couch and plopped down next to you, causing you to jump and almost throwing your phone at him in fear.

“Nikki! I didn’t know you were back!” you said hurriedly while scrambling to find the hold button on your phone. But Nikki was smart, he knew that look you had on your face just moments before and he knew that when you squeezed your thighs together it was to try and both deny yourself while simultaneously giving your body the friction it yearned for. Nikki leaned in to press soft kisses along your jaw, your body slowly giving in to the pleasure your husband sought to give you. 

“Whatcha been looking at, kitten? Anything you want to tell me about?” Nikki practically purred, a sense of enjoyment overcoming him when he saw the light pink blush rise to your cheeks. He took your small silence to imagine you watching porn on the couch, waiting for him to come home and give you all the pleasure you could scream for. He knew better than to think you were shy, especially when it came to him.

You debated about whether to tell Nikki about fanfiction. On one hand, you weren’t sure he’d understand what it was you were talking about. On the other hand, it could lead to some pretty fun conversations, almost as fun as the one you had with Brittany earlier that led to your current discovery.

“I was just reading, baby,” you whispered coyly as he began to lay kisses against your throat, a soft moan escaping your lips.

“Mmm? Reading what, honey? You can tell me, you don’t have to be shy. Maybe I can help you out, you were making that face I like so much,” he murmured as his hands came up to rest on your stomach, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. It was that moment that you made up your mind.

“I was reading you, Sixx,” you stated, a smile forming on your face as the confusion grew on your husbands’ as he pulled his face away from your neck causing you to groan.

“Come again?” he asked, his brows furrowing as he tried to comprehend the words that had just come out of your mouth.

“I would if I could finish this fic,” you mumbled under your breath, “I was reading about you, baby. Your fans are very creative,” you added with a wink before opening your phone again to continue where you left off. But Nikki was still confused.

“Baby, honey, I love you, but the words you’re saying aren’t making any sense. Were you reading Instagram comments again? Shit, what could they be saying in the Instagram comments to make you make that face?” Nikki said, scrambling to find his own phone but he stopped after hearing your laugh. It started off as a giggle and eventually turned into a full belly laugh, your face turning red from laughter.

“Baby, no. it’s not Instagram, it’s fanfiction. Your fans have been using their creativity to write stories online about you in different situations, many sexual ones too might I add, and I just think it’s great. Here, this is what I was reading,” you said, showing Nikki the particularly spicy moment he had interrupted. You could practically see the gears turning in Nikki’s head as he realized what he was reading. He turned his head up from the phone to look at you, a grin playing on your lips causing him to lick his in turn.

“Well sweets, what do you think of these “fanfictions”?” he said, putting finger quotes around the word causing you to chuckle.

“Well some of them are hilarious, you should see the ones that Brittany and I found about you and Tommy, they do a great job capturing the essence of the Terror Twins,” you noted with a teasing tone causing him to roll his eyes as you continued, “and some are super sweet and soft, but others...others are pretty damn hot baby, I’m not gonna lie,” you said, biting your lip yet again.

‘Quit biting that damn lip, baby. You know that’s my job,” he growled leaning forward to pull you into a deep kiss, his fingers moving from fiddling with the end of your shirt to tangle in your hair. As he pulled back from the kiss he had a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“What’s that face for, Sixx?” you asked warily, unsure where your husband’s head was at.

“I just want to know how those fanfictions compare to the real thing, baby?” he teased as he leaned back in to kiss along your neck, giving a small bite as well causing a louder moan than earlier to bubble past your lips. You threaded your fingers through his hair to bring his face up, making eye contact with the green that you wanted to see every day for the rest of your life.

“Guess you’ll just have to give me something fresh to compare it to, huh Sleazy Sixx?” you whispered, pushing him off and running to the bedroom, Nikki hot on your heels.

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To the Moon and Back

Summary: You’re pregnant with your first child with Nikki Sixx. Over the course of your pregnancy you and Nikki both keep journals to document the changes to come. These are a few snippets.

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Heather Locklear

warnings: none, fluff (it’s a warning...it’s a fluffy Nikki Sixx for goodness sake!

a/n: this is long.....but damn it’s sweet. brb. gotta lil dirt in my eyes. not crying. just dirt.

February 14, 1992

October. October’s gonna be a big month. Oh fuck is October gonna be a big month. It’s our anniversary. The third one. October 15th, 1989 I made the decision to marry the love of my life, Nikki Sixx. Your daddy. Not only are we celebrating our third anniversary, we’re going to be celebrating you, sweet love. Let me fill you in on mama’s last couple of days. 

When I woke up on Sunday, I had this horrible stomach ache. I thought maybe it was something I ate on Saturday, your dad decided to make ribs for dinner and they were great! But I thought maybe they just didn’t agree with me. As the day went on my nausea turned into just plain tiredness. I couldn’t get off the couch if I tried! Nikki made me peppermint tea to try and calm the nausea and made sure to make the couch up as comfy as possible, he’s really great. But nevertheless, nothing helped. On Wednesday, Nikki and the boys were in the studio so Heather came over to hang out for a little bit. I was in terrible shape and Heather finally asked me the question that seemed to have been sitting in the back of my mind since the beginning of the week, “do you think you could be pregnant?” While I sat on the couch contemplating her question, Heather ran to the closest pharmacy to buy an at home pregnancy test. 

Sweet love, I swear that was the longest ten minutes of my life. But sure enough, two little lines, clear as day, popped up. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Your daddy and I had talked about wanting a family and here you are. I called my doctor as soon as I could to set up an appointment for today to confirm your existence. One blood test, and a slightly green Aunt Heather, later I had my proof. You. I cannot wait to tell your daddy about this tonight! I have another appointment in a few weeks! I hope he’ll be able to go! Time to get ready to see your daddy, celebrate Valentine’s Day and tell him all about you, sweet love! Just know, Mommy loves you to the moon and back.

February 14, 1992

Oh shit. It’s happening.

February 15, 1992

Okay. I’m doing a lot better today than I was last night, my head feels better. Your ma told me she had decided that she was going to keep a journal of her pregnancy with you so I decided, eh, why the fuck not. Shit, probably shouldn’t say fuck...damn it...oh well. I decided to keep one too, who knows, maybe you’ll read it one day. Maybe I’ll gift it to you...that might be a stretch cause I’m not really certain what I’m gonna write yet... But little one, your ma and I? We love you so much already. I came home last night, long day out with your Uncle Tommy as we tried to figure some shit out, fuck  shit I’ll probably have to tell T-Bone soon if Heather hasn’t yet, but anyways. Yeah, I came home and your mama, oh she was so pretty. The prettiest. Standing in the living room with the biggest smile on her face, hands behind her back. I swear all she needed was a bow and that is all the gift I could have wanted. But then, she had to go and hand me this little bag with a smirk on her face. A smirk that usually only means trouble and I opened the bag expecting there to be...something else...from your ma. 

But nope. There, wrapped in tissue paper, was a little Mötley Crüe onesie. Where the hell she managed to find that is beyond me, I know that our merch team was working on that a while back for a bit but I never thought about it til now. I had to look from the onesie, to your mom, back to the onesie, back to your ma. The next thing I remember was waking up to the side of your mom’s concerned face, phone in her hand yelling at someone to come over that I had passed out. I took the phone from her then, she was talking to Aunt Heather of course, told Heather I was fine and we just needed to talk, and hung up. It felt like a million years. That’s how long it took me to finally grow the balls to look my wife, your mother, my beautiful YN, in the eyes and ask “did that onesie mean what I think it means?”

You’d have thought I asked her to marry me all over again. Her eyes got all teary, her head nodding as fast as possible. All I could think over and over and over was “I’m gonna be a daddy.” I still can’t believe it. Your ma has an appointment in a couple weeks where we should get to hear your heartbeat! She says the doctor’s estimate your due date is October 6th. I told her it would be funny if you were born on our anniversary, who knows! Babies are usually born late! Or at least I think they are. I don’t know little one, all I know is that your ma and I are so excited and we cannot wait to meet you. Until next time.

-Daddy Sixx

March 9, 1992

Sweet love, your heartbeat? It’s so fast. I’ve never heard anything quite like that. I think even your daddy teared up at the sound! That’s right, we got to hear your heartbeat today. I think the doctor almost passed out when your daddy stood up as they called my name. She almost did the last time when Aunt Heather was with my too. Your daddy has that affect on people though. After hearing your heartbeat we got to see you and oh sweet love, you’re so small! About the size of a cherry according to the doctor! I don’t think it really clicked for me. I’ve known about you for over three weeks now but I think hearing your heartbeat and seeing you on that monitor made it really sink in. This is real. I’m gonna be a mama. Nikki Sixx is gonna be a daddy. You’re real and you’re ours. After my appointment your daddy took me to the store, raving about all the baby clothes we were going to buy and all the things he was going to teach you. He wants to teach you how to play bass, says that Uncle Tommy will teach you how to play piano if you really want. Just hearing your daddy get so excited about the future and the role you will play in it made me start crying in the middle of the store. Happy tears of course. Now, I’m about to start crying again. I cannot wait to go on this journey with your daddy, I just know he’s as excited as I am. I love you to the moon and back, sweet love.

April 10, 1992

Alright little one, your mama and I did a big thing this week....we told Uncle Tommy and Uncle Mick about you. In case you were wondering, daddy met Uncle Tommy and Uncle Mick when we started a band called Mötley Crüe. Yep, that’s right. Your old man is a fuckin’ rockstar. Who knows how long that’ll last. You’ve got another uncle, Uncle Vince. I don’t know when you’ll meet him, hell I don’t know if you’ll ever meet him. But I hope you can. He might be a pain in my ass at times, but he’s still my brother.

Anyways, yeah we had Uncle Tommy, Aunt Heather and Uncle Mick over for dinner the other night. You could tell that Aunt Heather knew. God she as bubbly as hell. Barely containing that contagious smile of hers. Tommy and Mick were dense as hell though, neither of them could see through her face. Your ma, man she was glowing. She barely has a belly and wears her clothes not as tight but I know it’s there. God she looks amazing. But she decided to let me tell T-bone and Mick. And when I told them she was expecting...your Uncle Tommy straight up said “expecting what, a delivery?” Uncle Mick looked like he could have driven his fork through the drummer’s hand at that moment. Uncle Tommy always was a little slower on the uptake. “Well. I guess in a way yeah, due October 6th,” I said hoping the word “due” would spark something in your Uncle Tommy’s head. “Oh cool, must be something really cool if it’s on backorder for that far out,” was Tommy’s response causing me, Uncle Mick, Aunt Heather and your ma to roll your eyes. Finally I said “yeah you idiot, it’s gonna be your niece or nephew.” Tommy, the fucking idiot (sorry kid you might as well learn that about him now) said, “wait how did you know Athena is pregnant...wait Thena is pregnant!?” He thought we were talking about his sister... Heather finally slapped him on the arm and said “No,Thomas! Athena is not pregnant. YN and Nikki are having a baby!”

I’ve never been tackled like that before. And I played football in high school. All six foot two of your Uncle Tommy’s twiggy ass frame bowled me over as he wrapped me in a SOUL CRUSHING hug. I haven’t seen him look that excited since his wedding day. Needless to say, I think Uncle Tommy is just as excited to meet you as we are. See you soon, little one.

-Daddy 

July 4, 1992

Well it’s the fourth of July. We are well past the halfway point and only a few months away from meeting you, sweet love! Once I hit the halfway mark the nausea and morning sickness calmed down. But now the cravings have started. Your daddy is an angel. An angel sent from heaven, though some in the music  industry have actually argued that he’s a demon sent from hell but that’s a story for another time. He has left the house at 3am to get me pickles and ice cream from the 24 hour grocery store. He’s done this 5 times in the last month. Whenever he comes back he just fixes me a bowl, brings it back to the bedroom and lays down next to me, placing his hand on my belly to see if he can feel you kick after the craving is satisfied.

 You do that now! It’s so amazing, my bladder doesn’t thank you for it but it really is the most incredible sensation. The first time I felt it I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. That was our baby! Those little butterflies that I always feel in my stomach when I’m around your dad are real and they’re you, our sweet love. I think it’s daddy’s favorite thing. Well, that and the bump. You’d have thought I was Aphrodite herself the way your father stared at me the moment he started to notice the physical changes, my body growing to accomodate your ever growing self.

 Uncle Tommy and Aunt Heather have gone overboard. They both like to purchase gifts and clothes for you whenever they can. Uncle Mick will occasionally see something in a store and give it to your daddy to add to the nursery. That’s another thing, your daddy LOVES decorating your nursery. I think he’s tried to paint it twenty different colors, I finally got him to decide on a nice light gray. We opted out of finding out the sex at my last appointment, we want to keep it a surprise. Let’s see if your daddy can handle the suspense. 

Tonight your daddy fell asleep after getting my pickles and ice cream so I guess it’s time for me to do the same. Good night sweet love and remember, Mommy and Daddy love you to the moon and back.

August 29, 1992

Four and a half weeks. We are four and a half weeks out from your due date...and little one we have no clue what your name is. And I thought finding out what your Uncles and I would name our bad was hard...naming a human is difficult as hell. Since we made the decision to not find out the sex we split up, mama gets to pick the girl names, I pick the boy names, and then we narrow it down to our favorites. Your ma likes all sorts of different names for you. She likes Olivia, that one I don’t hate as much, but she also mentioned Eleanor and Charlotte. I looked at her and said “when have you ever met a baby Eleanor or Charlotte? The answer is never, they’re all old ladies with hard candies in their purse leaving lipstick on your face while they pinch your cheek.” Needless to say that didn’t make your mama too happy. Meanwhile I suggested names like Maverick and Zane. Mama’s apparently over her Top Gun phase because she shut both of those down. So, back to the drawing board I guess. Maybe I could get Uncle Tommy’s help.

 Your Aunt Heather held a baby shower for you last week and man are you spoiled. The most spoiled baby to be on the Sunset Strip. I don’t know how you’re gonna wear all the clothes you have, but your ma says you’ll get the chance provided you don’t grow to fast. I don’t know much about babies, to be honest. Your ma got me this book to read to prep me and I’m not really one to read but...who knows...maybe I’ll feel the urge to actually read the closer we get. And shit are we getting close. I still think you’re going to be a neat anniversary present. I just feel it in my bones. October 15th’s just a great date. It would be crazy if you DIDN’T come that day. 

Well whether you come on your due date or on our anniversary, I just want you and mama to be happy and healthy. You’re both the most precious things in my life and man I cannot wait to see how this crazy life of mine goes. Mama told me she’s been signing off her entries a certain way so...guess I could do that too. Daddy loves you to the moon and back.

-Daddy

October 2, 1992, 3am

Something isn’t right. I keep getting this tightening in my back that lasts for a few minutes, then it goes away. I’ve read about Braxton-Hicks contractions, false labor, and this is the perfect time for those. I’ll give it a few more hours. See how it is. Maybe then I’ll wake up Nikki.

October 2, 1992, 7am

Alright, little one. Daddy knows he’s talked to you a million times and told you he’s ready to meet you but I’m gonna need you to just hold on a litttttle bit longer. We’re a week out from the due date now, so that wouldn’t be bad at all but man I’m freaking out. Mama’s freaking out. Just give us a minute little one. I gotta get your mama to the hospital.

October 4, 1992, 5pm

So daddy and mommy were wrong, my sweet Olivia Nicole Sixx. You didn’t come on your due date, you didn’t come on our anniversary. Instead, you decided to make your grand appearance kicking and screaming at 12:01am on October 3rd, 1992. Just in time for your Uncle Tommy’s birthday. Oh was he thrilled, he couldn’t believe the phone call he got from your daddy. I could hear his whoops all the way in the hospital bed where I was trying to feed you. 

You, my sweet love. You have changed our lives. You look just like your daddy. Because of course you do. I do all the work of carrying you for 9 months and pushing you out of a very small hole in my body thank you very much, for you to come out with a head full of dark hair and light eyes. They’re blue right now but I have no reason to believe that they won’t be that same familiar green that I know and love. Your daddy cried. He also almost passed out again when the doctor asked him if he wanted to help catch you. He was so excited for that possibility.. but luckily, the nurse saw him turn quite an interesting shade of green and managed to move him back up to my head to aid in the pushing process. Didn’t need me and your daddy to wind up as patients.

I know I have told you a million times throughout these last 9 months that you are so loved. But my girl, my sweet love, your father and I love you a million lifetimes over. If you asked us to catch the moon for you we’d do it a thousand times over just to make you happy. I am so lucky to be your mama, and I know your daddy feels the same way.

Well it’s time to feed you again. I wonder if your daddy has had time to write his entry yet...I love you to the moon and back, Liv. Always.

October 4, 1992, 10pm

I don’t have the words. I’ve been writing lyrics for years and I just don’t have enough words to tell you how much I love you. You, Olivia Nicole Sixx, came into our lives with a scream and a clap of thunder on October 3, 1992 at 12:01am. I think I almost screamed too when I tried to catch you but...that’s a different story...one I’m sure your mama has already added to her entry.

Your Uncle Tommy, oh he has never been more excited to share his birthday with anyone else. I called him from the hospital around 8am yesterday and he thought I was telling him happy birthday, well that was part of it but when he answered I could barely hide my excitement. I nearly yelled “Hey Uncle Tommy when are you going to meet your birthday twin?” I think if he had been here he would’ve tackled me like he did all those months ago. He and Aunt Heather will meet you in a few days when we get out.

But my sweet girl. My daughter. My shining star and the light of my life. Your mama and I are so lucky to know you. Hell, I’m lucky to have both of you. I have never seen your mother look stronger than when she pushed you out. That could not have been me, I’d have died. I swear I think she pulled out a couple chunks of my hair and added a few more scars to my arm. But that’s not what this is about right now. 

You’ve only been in our lives for almost two days, and damn it might sound cheesy but I swear you’re the sunshine of our lives. But your birth has kinda thrown me into a bit of a thought spiral. Am I gonna be a good dad? Who knows. I didn’t exactly have the best reference for what that looked like growing up. But Livvie, I swear to you I will do all I can to make sure you know that you are loved and that you will never want for anything. We are so lucky to have you in our lives and we cannot wait to watch you grow. Our love for you, Olivia, could stretch to the moon and back infinite times. 

Love always,

Daddy.

~~~~~~~

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Just Friends- Part 2

Summary: After being best friends for years, you and Nikki Sixx embark on a friends with benefit’s journey. Will you both be able to handle all that it entails, will your friendship survive?

Nikki Sixx x Reader

warnings: ANGST, sexual content MINORS DNI, drug and alcohol usage, language, and more angst tbh. 

a/n: To quote The Doctor from Doctor Who: i’m sorry. i am so sorry. This is gonna hurt. I’m not okay.

Part 1 | Part 3

August, 1986

“Oh fuck, Nikki right there, yesssssssss,” you practically hissed with pleasure causing Nikki to chuckle and response “you like that, princess?”

“Nikki, fuck, harder, please,” your moaning causing Nikki’s pants to grow tight. He was about to respond when a loud knock sounded throughout the room, the noise followed by Tommy’s voice.

“Alright you two horny fucking idiots, hurry it up! That bassist has to be on stage, preferably without a raging boner but who knows he might be into that, in five minutes!” the drummer yelled, his statement causing you and Nikki to burst out in laughter, the sound obviously confusing Tommy.

“What the fuck are you two laughing about, how the fuck are you laughing when I swear you were just having your guts rearranged,” Tommy yelled, an incredulous tone in his voice. 

The two of you heard Vince in the hallway announce, “nah T-bone, they weren’t fucking. You’d know if they were, especially if you have the shit luck of being in the hotel room next to them.”

Vince was right. You two weren’t fucking, Nikki was giving you a massage before the show started. Tommy swung the door open to see if the singer was right, and the only peep show he got was one where you and Nikki were doubled over in laughter, fully clothed. “You need something, Tommy?” Nikki managed to ask in between gaps of laughter. Tommy just rolled his eyes and went to shut the door, poking his head back in the room to say, “just hurry the fuck up, bassist. Be glad I didn’t catch you with your pants around your ankles again,” referring to the last time Tommy had decided not to knock on Nikki’s dressing room door and revealed you on your knees giving Nikki the blowjob of his life. That was almost a year ago. Tommy has knocked on the door ever since.

Your friends with benefits situation with Nikki had been going on for almost a year now. He’d introduced you to a whole new world. Sure you had fooled around with some guys before, you weren’t completely innocent. But sex with Nikki Sixx? You were fairly certain there was nothing else like it in the world. The first time you had sex, Nikki was soft and sweet. He knew it was your first time and it he wanted to make it as special as he could. He’d bought champagne and chocolate to seduce you, at least that’s what he had said. By the end of the night you’d lost track of the number of times the man had made you cum and the chocolates and champagne...they just made a mess.

But here you two are, a whole year later. The official end of the Theater of Pain tour was tonight at The Roxy and boy did you have a surprise planned for Nikki back at his place after the show. You planned to stay up all night, sleep in the next day and do it all again.

Nikki got off the couch, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before walking over to the mirror to apply the eyeblack beneath his eyes. You couldn’t help but stare. There’s no way that Nikki had a clue just how much he meant to you. You considered yourself lucky that your little situation hadn’t hurt your friendship, but you feared the day it would all change.

“Alright, princess. How does daddy look?” he asked, turning around and wiggling his eyebrows at you, causing you to roll your eyes in return.

“Like a dream, Sixx. Like a fuckin dream. Now go, get on stage. I’ve got plans for tonight,” you responded, wiggling your brows in response this time, ultimately making Nikki laugh.

“Oh my sexy little goddess I cannot wait to see what you’ve got planned. Now. Time for you to join Heather,” he punctuated the latter half of his statement with a quick slap on your ass. Half the time your moments with Nikki felt as if they toed the line of friends and something more. But you’d never bring that up to him. You swatted his hand away as he tried to play a game of grab ass as you joined Heather in the hall, her face brightening at your presence.

“Y/N! Come on, let’s go join the fans! I want to see the show out there this time,” she practically squealed as she led you out of the backstage area to the back of the Roxy.

You and Heather spent the show dancing with each other, and occasionally other fans who joined in, and singing the words to all the songs. You always loved when Heather could make it to the shows, ever since her and Tommy had gotten married the two of you had grown a lot closer. Vince sang the last word and the boys played their last notes and applause and cheers overtook the Roxy, you and Heather cheering the loudest. As the lights came up you and Heather started to make your way backstage but were quickly overwhelmed by fans of Heather, once they realized she was there. Not wanting to leave Heather to fend for herself, you waited, propped against the wall as your friend signed autographs with what felt like half of Los Angeles.

“You didn’t have to wait, Y/N. You could’ve headed back to Nikki, I know you wanted to,” Heather teased, looping her arm through mine as we finally got to head backstage. The show had been over for almost half an hour. The two of you split once finally backstage, Heather heading to Tommy’s dressing room and you heading to Nikki’s. 

Upon reaching Nikki’s door you suddenly had a twisting feeling in your stomach. You reached out, your hand hesitating at the doorknob, when all of a sudden you heard a feminine voice yell out, “oh yes, Nikki! Right there! I’m gonna cum, fuck, daddy please let me cum!” followed by Nikki saying, “cum, honey. Cum for daddy.” Both their sounds reaching a level that, in any other case, would surely get security called. You backed away slowly, moving your hand away from the door, hot tears welling in your eyes but you couldn’t be sure if it was from sadness or anger. If you had been paying attention you would have noticed Mick looking at you from down the hall, a look of pity in his eyes. You turned away from the door, wiping your eyes in the process only to bump into Vince.

“Woah there, princess. What’s got you in such a rush,” he managed to slur out, the effects of his most recent bump already messing with his speech. You went to wave him away when your arm was caught by Mick. His light eyes met yours and he promptly turned to Vince, “you didn’t hear? She’s going out with us tonight, blondie. Let’s go!” the guitarist yelled, pulling you down the hall and out the door towards a night you’re glad to forget.

The next morning you woke up in some guys’ hotel room. His name may have been Chad, or Max, or some other basic ass name. It was still early so you gathered your clothes off the floor and put them back on as quietly as possible so as to not wake whatshisname, prepared to do the walk of shame back to your apartment. You counted your blessings that this last show was in Los Angeles, but not before realizing that you were not as close to your apartment as you thought. Cursing your decisions that were brought on by alcohol and a little cocaine, you started walking in the direction of the Roxy, hoping to use their phone to try and call Vince or Mick to take you back. You didn’t even want to try and contact Nikki after that night. It was just sex. That’s all this was. You’re friends. That’s it. 

For some reason whatever spiritual entity that exists up there had it out for you because no sooner had you gotten within fifty feet of the Roxy Nikki fucking Sixx himself pulled up, a look of anger etched onto his face, but his eyes told you everything. He was angry but he was high. Higher than a goddamn kite on a drug that would kill him before heal him and probably had been since after the show last night. Nikki pulled the car to a stop in front of you, effectively cutting you off.

“WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!?” he yelled, causing you to wince at the volume adding onto your headache.

“I went out with Mick and Vince,” you answered nonchalantly, attempting to sidestep his car and walk around. You knew you didn’t like being around Nikki when he was high on heroin, hell even you had calmed down on the cocaine in the last year, not liking the way it made your head and body feel after one too many nights of abuse.

Nikki apparently didn’t like that answer and moved the car again to try and cut you off. “Why didn’t you come home? You went to the audience during the show and then I didn’t see you again. I wake up this morning and you’re not anywhere to be found at my place and I had to find out from fucking blondie of all people that you went home with some rando after hanging out at The Rainbow all night? Since when the fuck do you do that?” Nikki questioned, his voice raising with every sentence. 

You rolled your eyes at his hysterics, answering him with the following statement, “since we’re not together, Sixx, remember? Since you decided to fuck groupie A or B all while knowing I had plans for us last night. So excuse me if I don’t want to fucking be around you right now but you’re not about to leave me sexually frustrated with no outlet. That’s not what this is.”

You pushed past the car and made your way to the front door of the Roxy. You could hear Nikki’s car tires squealing to a stop behind you which only seemed to make you walk faster. As you reached your hand out to the door of the theater, a strong hand caught your arm pulling you to a halt. You were turned around to face Nikki, an unreadable look on his face. You turned your head down at the ground, attempting to avoid his eyes. Knowing that the second you looked into them you’d cave. Nikki knew your avoidance tactics all too well and lifted your chin with his thumb and forefinger, moving a piece of hair out of your face in the process.

“Oh princess, come on. I feel real bad you had to hear that. Come on, forgive the Sixxter. I’ll make it up to you. I promise,” Nikki spoke softly, adding a pout for good measure at the end.

You took a moment to think his proposition through. You both knew that neither of you had a leg to stand on. This was strictly a platonic friends who fuck sometimes, situation. You’d both get over it soon, hopefully. Finally you responded with, “you’ll do that thing with your tongue I like?” a sly smirk appearing on your face, a near identical one matching on Nikki’s.

He did. Multiple times.

Early 1987- Recording of Girls, Girls, Girls

“Hey Tommy, check that out man!”

“What Vince, where!?”

The boys were recording the title song off their newest album “Girls, Girls, Girls” in the studio when Tommy and Vince decided to have some fun. You were waiting on the other side of the glass, wearing short leather shorts and a tank top cut so low on the sides they could see the black lacy bra underneath. During their break they talked amongst each other and decided that they wanted to fill in some of the music section towards the end of the song with a catcall. You happened to be the perfect, and closest, victim.

“Right there, man!”

“Hey!” Tommy followed his exclamation up with a wolf whistle.

“Hey baby you wanna go somewhere?” Vince shouted.

Both boys were making eyes at you, wiggling their eyebrows and Vince even made a v with his fingers and put it in front of his mouth, moving his tongue lewdly causing you to laugh and roll your eyes. Meanwhile, Nikki didn’t find any of their antics amusing. You were his and he couldn’t wait for the fucking song to be over. When the last chords were played and they received a thumbs up from the sound guy Nikki was out the door, practically yanking you out of the seat and over his shoulder.

“Hey! Sixx! Where you going?” Vince yelled, running to the door while Mick and Tommy just laughed in the background. 

“Home!” Nikki responded, giving your ass a slap as the two of you made your way to his car. The whole car ride back to Nikki’s place he could barely keep his hands to himself. He wanted nothing more than to touch you, make you make those little noises he liked so much. When he pulled up at his house and turned the car off he was pulling the door open and heaving you back over his shoulder yet again, completely ignoring your squeals.

The second the door to his house shut behind him, Nikki had you pushed up against it. One hand reaching up to tangle in your hair while the other held you up against the door by your throat. You gasped at the sensation but that quickly turned into a moan as Nikki covered your lips with his in a rough kiss. You kissed back as hard as you could, attempting to gain some form of control over the situation but Nikki was having none of that. He moved briefly to pull your shorts and underwear down to your ankles, which you promptly kicked off, and returned to kissing you. With one hand tangled in your hair, Nikki moved the other that had previously been around your throat in between your legs where you needed him most. He didn’t give you enough time to mentally prepare before he was rubbing his fingers up and down your slit, adding enough pressure to tease what was to come. After rubbing your clit and simultaneously teasing your entrance, Nikki was happy with how wet you were and inserted two fingers, using his thumb to continue the figure eights around your clit. You were coming undone within minutes. Nikki reached into the drawer of the cabinet near his entryway and grabbed a condom, you had made him start keeping them everywhere since the start of your situation. Neither of you wanting a kid yet, or an STD.

You tried to reach down to his pants to help him out but Nikki swatted your hand away. “Not today, goddess. I’m going to fuck you,” he stated, moving his hands to push his pants down his thighs and remove his cock. He moved his hands to your ass, tapping lightly for you to jump. When your legs were wrapped around his waist you released a gasp as Nikki simultaneously groaned, sinking into your wet heat.

“You’re so tight, princess. So tight for daddy, hmm?” he asked, slowly pushing in and out of you. You wanted to answer, really you did. But the way he was moving you’d be lucky if you could get out a coherent sentence. But Nikki wanted an answer, and he was going to get an answer, one way or another. He used one arm to brace the two of you against the door and began to pick up the pace, pounding into you harder. His other hand slipping to your clit, pulling a pornographic moan out of you. “Say it, say you’re mine. Who owns you, princess?”

“You do!” you screamed, almost cumming at the rasp in his voice. Nikki continued fucking you at a ridiculous pace, his fingers moving faster around your clit.

“Say it, princess. Tell me. Tell me who owns this pussy, YN?” Nikki growled, feeling your walls flutter around him, seeing your eyes flutter closed in ecstasy.

“Fuck, you do daddy!” you screamed, not being able to take it anymore, Nikki’s lips pulling up into a cocky smirk.

“That’s right princess. You’re mine. Now cum, baby,” he growled in your ear before kissing you with what had to have been the passion of a thousand suns. You came on command. Your vision blurred with white spots as your walls clenched around him, ultimately triggering Nikki’s orgasm as he spilled into the condom.

This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t what friends with benefits were supposed to be. You knew that. Nikki knew that. So why the hell did it feel a lot more like the two of you had caught feelings than ever before...

July 1987- Girls, Girls, Girls Tour in Nashville, TN

Two years. It’s been almost two years since you and Nikki started this whole thing right here in Nashville on the Theater of Pain tour. You should’ve known it was a bad idea, getting into a friends with benefits with your best friend and known fuckboy Nikki Sixx. But you ignored all the warning signs. You ignored the pangs you’d feel deep in your heart when he’d sleep with one of the groupies after the shows instead of you. You’d ignore the hurt in your soul you’d feel when you would sleep with some random guy to forget about it. You’d ignored too much now. Ever since Girls, Girls, Girls had dropped and the band had been preparing for tour, you and Nikki had been fighting more. Fighting like a married couple, Tommy had said. That had just pissed Nikki off. Nikki was horribly jealous, going so far as to cockblock you whenever you went out, when he was cognizant of what was going on that is. The sexual frustration was beginning to piss you off. Because Nikki wasn’t doing anything about it. He was sleeping with whoever he wanted to sleep with, but heaven forbid if you wanted to sleep with someone that wasn’t him.

But you weren’t just fighting over who was sleeping with whom, or who WASN’T sleeping with whom. No. Nikki’s heroin addiction had reared its ugly head too many times. Over the last two years you had decided to cut out cocaine completely, leaving alcohol, sex, and the occasional joint as your vices. Nikki had started with dipping his toe in heroin, but now he was head first in the pool on the spoon every day. That’s how you ended up here, the fucking bar where all this started nearly two years ago. You’d pulled Nikki away from some redhead with huge tits after getting a clear look at his face. The man was gacked out of his mind. It was time for this to stop.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YN! COULDN’T YOU SEE THAT I WAS ABOUT TO GET SOME FUCKING PUSSY? WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT?” Nikki practically screamed, causing angry tears to well up in your eyes. 

“What am I doing? Nikki WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” you responded, throwing his words back at him, “you are gacked out of your FUCKING MIND! You have to fucking stop it with the heroin, Sixx or you’re going to end up dead in your fucking mansion with nobody there to revive you! I don’t want that to happen to you, Nikki,” you added the last bit softly, trying not to garner too much attention.

Nikki scoffed at your concern and rolled his eyes, yanking his arm out of your hold. “Why do you fucking care, YN? You’re sure as fuck not my girlfriend. Hell, the way we fight now, I’m not so sure you’re even my friend anymore. We’re just two people who occasionally fuck.” he spat at you, causing your eyes to widen at his tone. You knew it was mostly the heroin talking but it didn’t hurt any less.

You stood there, mouth agape, unsure of what you would even say. Nikki huffed out a laugh and finished with, “So you can either back the fuck off and let me get back to Natasha over there, or you can get the fuck out of my life. Your fucking choice, princess.”

You were fuming. You were pissed. You knew this situation/relationship/friendship was either going to crash and burn in the future or right now. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you squared your shoulders and looked Nikki in the eye. “Fuck you, Nikki Sixx. Don’t come crying to me when you realize all the mistakes you’ve made have come back to bite you in the ass. Fuck your little heroin addled brain. I just hope for your sake, you don’t wind up dead. Goodbye, Nikki.” you hissed and turned around to head out the door. Nikki didn’t move to follow. Instead, he turned around to go back to Natasha. Mick, Tommy and Vince watched the whole thing go down and chased after you instead.

“YN! Where are you going?!” Vince.

“The bassist is an idiot! Don’t take that out on the rest of us!” Tommy.

“Guys, she’s gotta make the decision that’s best for her. And right now, that’s not us. We’ll see her again one day.” Mick.

You were crying hard at this point but you knew Mick was right. You needed to leave. You needed to leave Nikki Sixx. You needed to leave Mötley Crüe. You needed to make a life for yourself. Maybe one day, you’d be able to see them all again. But now, you needed time.

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Home Sweet Home

Summary: You’re on The Stadium Tour with Nikki and the Crüe, the first tour since the birth of your daughter, Maci. When she gets sick you miss out on one of the shows, the first since the tour began. As soon as the show ends, Nikki’s on his way Home Sweet Home.

current!Nikki Sixx x YN

warnings: none, it’s fluffy af

a/n: i just...i just love dad!Nikki so freaking much.

June 28, 2022

The final chords of Kickstart My Heart played through the speakers of the Bank of America stadium in Charlotte, North Carolina. Before Nikki knew it the crowd was screaming and clapping as the last song of their setlist ended and he got swooped into a final bow with the Crüe and the Nasty Habits. Normally, Nikki was all into his shows, making sure to give them his all. Tonight he just wasn’t as into the show, he didn’t interact as much, his brain was all over the place, and the reason? You and Maci weren’t there. 

Nikki kept glancing to the side of the stage all night, expecting to see the two of you dancing and singing along to his songs, but he knew it wouldn’t happen. Your three year old Maci had come down with a stomach bug an hour before the show started and she couldn’t keep anything down. You made the decision to take her back to the hotel to try and let her get some sleep before the three of you traveled to Nashville the next day, hoping some crackers and water would help settle her stomach. The group took their last bow and exited the stage, everyone moving in a hurry to get Mötley’s stuff cleared so Def Leppard could take their place.

Nikki swore he couldn’t remember the last time he’d moved that fast, he almost ran into Brittany on the way to his dressing room.

“Woooooah, Sixx. Slow your roll!” Brittany gasped after almost being bulldozed after rounding the corner at the same time as the bassist. When she saw the far off look in his eyes she knew that he wasn’t paying any attention to her. She reached her hand out to touch his forearm, finally getting Nikki’s attention.

“Sorry, Britt. I gotta go, I need to see...” Nikki started before he was interrupted by Brittany speaking softly, “I know, you gotta go see your girls, I get it. Tommy will be done with his stuff pretty soon, you can catch a ride with us. Last I heard from Y/N she was getting Maci’s teeth brushed so she could lay down.”

Just the mention of your names brought Nikki’s stress down. Brittany knew what she was doing trying to relieve some of Nikki’s stress and making sure that he got back to his girls as quickly and safely as possible. Nikki nodded his head at Brittany and walked back to his dressing room to gather the things he needed to take back to the hotel, the rest would be packed by the roadies and sent to the next venue. After changing into the clothes he came to the show in and wiping the sweat from his face with a towel, he was almost ready when Tommy knocked on the door, alerting Nikki to his arrival.

“Alright, bassist. Let’s go see your girls,” the drummer said, a small sympathetic smile on his lips. Tommy knew how hard it was for Nikki to not have his family there supporting him and he knew that the man had been chomping at the bit to go back to the hotel the second Y/N left. “Hey man, luckily we weren’t on too late tonight, you’ll still have time to spend with Y/N. And maybe Maci hasn’t gone to sleep yet, she’s stayed up later than this the last couple of weeks,” Tommy reassured him, slinging an arm around Nikki’s shoulders as the group walked to their awaiting driver.

Luckily, it was a quick drive to the hotel. Once they got off the elevator, Nikki said a quick thanks to Tommy and Brittany and headed to your suite. Upon opening the suite door, Nikki noticed all the lights, except the one near the coffee maker, were off. He could see what looked like blue light from a television peaking through the crack in the bedroom door. As he walked towards the bedroom door he saw a pair of tiny, pink converse by the couch, a matching adult pair sat next to them. Maci’s toys, the few you had let her take off the bus, were strewn around the room, and a sleeve of crackers, one with tiny bite marks, sat opened on the coffee table. Nikki decided to pick up the stuff and put them away, less work for you in the morning. And as he moved your shoes to a more out of the way location, he heard your voice coming from the bedroom. Specifically, your voice singing a tune he knew very well.

My heart’s like an open book

For the whole world to read

Sometime nothing, keeps me together at the seams

Nikki crept towards the bedroom door, you must not have noticed because there you were laying in the bed with Maci asleep in your lap, your hand rubbing soothing circles on her back as you lightly crooned your husband’s lyrics to your daughter.

I’m on my way

I’m on my way

Home Sweet Home

“One of these days I’m going to tell Vince I’ve been married to his future replacement for the last eight years,” Nikki whispered loud enough for you to hear, your head whipping around at the sound of his voice. A small smile graced your lips upon seeing your husband. Nikki approached you, making sure to walk as lightly as possible, and gave you a kiss that you leaned into with ease. “How’s she doing?” he asked against your lips, his eyes softening as they darted to Maci’s sleeping figure still situated across your lap.

“She woke up about forty five minutes ago, got sick again. So we turned on some Bluey to just have something on in the background while she went to sleep. That didn’t work, but the second I started singing Home Sweet Home? She was dozing so fast, you know it’s her favorite bedtime song.” you answered softly, making sure not to wake up your toddler.

Nikki huffed out a soft laugh before questioning, “how many times have you sang the damn thing?”

“I want to say this was the fifth time through,” you giggled in response, causing the bassist to use his hand to cover his mouth before he laughed too loud and woke up Maci. “How did the show go, baby?” you questioned, beginning to slowly adjust Maci’s body so that Nikki would have room in the king size bed after his shower, who knew three year olds took up so much space!

“It was good. The fans were great and the atmosphere was electric, sweets. But all I kept thinking about were you and Maci, Britt had to slow me down after the show, I was running on autopilot trying to get back as soon as I could!”

“Well, remind me to thank her for that. I’d rather you get back to us safe, sweetheart,” you mumbled lightly as you saw Maci’s chest rise with a deep breath as she rolled over in her sleep, “now, I need my wonderfully talented, handsome husband to go take a shower. You stink, Sixx,” you added with a teasing tone and a wrinkle of your nose.

Nikki rolled his eyes as he began taking his shirt off and grabbing a pair of sleep pants before walking towards the bathroom, not missing the low whistle you made at the sight of your husband’s tattooed back. Before closing the bathroom door, Nikki poked his head out and whispered, “you better not be asleep when I’m done, mama.”

“No promises, daddy,” you responded with a wink.

A nice hot shower was just what Nikki needed after the long day and exhausting show. He exited the bathroom, toweling off the ends of his hair and what he saw made him pause.

You were right not to make any promises. Because there you were, fast asleep next to your little girl. Nikki swore his body was performing its own reenactment of that scene in The Grinch when his heart grew three times larger. The sight of you with Maci almost always brought tears to his eyes. When you delivered her and told him that you had finally thought of her middle name and that her full name would be Maci Nicole Sixx, the man broke down in tears next to your hospital bed. You had joked, “who knew Nikki Sixx was such a softie.” Nikki peeled the cover back to slip in and wrap his girls up in his arms. He knew he made it to his Home Sweet Home. 

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Wait a Damn Minute- Part 2

Summary: The boys have been introduced to Nikki’s girl, but the introduction with Tommy did not go well. Can YN get him to listen to reason?

80s!Nikki Sixx x Reader

warnings: language?

a/n: thank you @youlightmeupfinn​ for all your help, especially with the Terror Twin confrontation! i love you, bestie <3 

a/n p.2: also, apologies. this ended up being longer than I expected lol

Part 1

Yelling could be heard through the front door of the Crüe house that Tommy has slammed shut behind him as he chased after Nikki. You stood just inside the door, peeking out the window with a glass of Jack in your hand even though Mick had offered you the whole bottle after what had just happened.You sighed deeply as you overheard Vince trying to get Mick to take a bet that Tommy would kick Nikki’s ass. You weren’t going to interfere, you were just going to let them talk, or in this case yell, it out... that was until Tommy grabbed Nikki with one arm and held him up against a tree, his other hand still holding the bottle of Jack from earlier.

“Motherfuck-” you mumbled, throwing the door open and stomping your way towards the two but not before you heard Vince whisper to Mick “shit, remind me not to sleep with the drummer’s sister,” while Mick just shook his head and mumbled “idiot” under his breath.

“Tommy what the fuck man, put me down you stick! When did you get so strong!?” Nikki yelled, obviously surprised at Tommy’s show of strength. Meanwhile Tommy continued to yell at Nikki and while you couldn’t understand some of it from how loud and fast he was talking you could get out the gist of it. “That’s my sister,” “how could you,” “I thought we were friends,” “I’m gonna kill you” all were pieces of the conversation that you could 100% pick out and you knew your stubborn ass brother would have continued if you hadn’t pulled him off Nikki yourself, taking both men by surprise in the process

“Thomas Lee Bass I am going to need you to take the world’s most MASSIVE chill pill and let Nikki go,” you spoke with an even voice, a tone lacing it that Nikki had never heard before. Tommy looked at you like you were crazy but you could see it in his eyes. He was hurt. Your little brother always did wear his emotions on his sleeve, he had a terrible poker face. Tommy lowered Nikki but continued to hold a tight grip on his shirt until you raised your eyebrow at him questioningly, a gift you had learned from your mother and her mother before her. Tommy finally let go of Nikki and the latter approached you. He had a bloody nose where he had most likely let Tommy take a swing at him early on in the fight. He wrapped an arm around your waist as you looked at his face to make sure nothing was so bad that some ice and rest wouldn’t heal it.

“How does it look, Doc? Am I gonna make it?” Nikki asked jokingly causing you to roll your eyes and push the bassist away.

“I think you’ll live,” you joked in return, placing a kiss on his cheek, his eyes closing at your touch. “I need a few minutes alone with Tommy, baby. Go inside and get some ice to place on the bridge of your nose, that’ll help the swelling. It’s not gushing and felt okay so I don’t think it’s broken but just lean your head forward to prevent accidentally swallowing it, believe me you will enjoy that even less,” you said while turning Nikki to face the house, giving his butt a swat as he walked away.

Taking a deep breath you turned to face Tommy, his face wrinkled in disgust at the little display that had taken place in front of him. You approached him, arms crossed and eyebrow raised, ready to tear him a new one for his reaction when he interrupted you.

“Why him?” Tommy asked, his voice cracking a little causing your heart to ache. Between you, Tommy and Athena, Tommy was always the more sensitive one and while he was the middle child he constantly acted as if he was the oldest. Tommy had the “big brother” act down to a science and what he lacked in age he made up for in scrappiness, as seen by some of the ass-whoopings he had given some of your exes.

“Tommy what has you so mad? You remember in high school, you dated Janet Smith, my best friend, and I wasn’t pissed at you about it so what is it about me dating Nikki that has you so pissed off you had to go punch my boyfriend in the face?” you asked, trying to get a good look at Tommy’s face since you could usually read him so well. 

Tommy took a moment to collect his thoughts, took in a deep breath and released all his thoughts at once, “you don’t know him, YN. Yeah he’s my best friend but he’s a man whore, he’s slept with so many women, I’ve seen him string girls along that thought he was in it for the long haul. He drinks like nobody’s business and who knows how much cocaine I’ve seen him do, I’ve lost track. Frankly, he’s not good enough for you, you could do so much better.”

Of course you knew all this. You knew about Nikki’s past, his life before the two of you met and started your relationship. Tommy had told you about it when he would talk to you about the band and how things were going every month after he had finally moved off your couch and in with the guys. You also knew that Nikki had chilled out on the drugs and stopped stringing the women along almost as soon as the two of you started dating.

“Tommy, where is this coming from. I know about Nikki’s past, hell you told me about it! I know there’s something that’s making you more upset than just the fact that we’re dating so spill, don’t make me force it out of you,” you said trying to be as menacing as possible causing Tommy to snort, which he tried to hide with a cough and a “tough face.”

“He’s just not good enough for my sister. That’s that,” he stated trying to push his way past you to the house.

You grabbed his arm before he could take a step further, “I love him, Tommy. Why can’t that be good enough?” you whispered causing Tommy to turn around and look at you with wide eyes. Now it was Tommy’s turn to look at you and try to read your feelings through your eyes. The Bass family all well and truly sucked at Poker, always giving shit away. The look of surprise in Tommy’s eyes had turned back to hurt as he turned his head away from you, attempting to wrench his arm out of your hand. “Tom-Tom,” you spoke his childhood nickname quietly causing his eyes to make contact with yours, “what’s really got you so upset?”

He took a deep breath, clearly trying to calm himself and spoke, “Why didn’t you tell me?” That crack in his voice was back and damn if it didn’t make a part of your heart shatter every time. 

That was the last straw. You pulled your little brother in for a hug and answered “Tom-Tom we didn’t tell anyone, not even Thena and mamá. I didn’t want you to be upset that I was dating your best friend and I guess he didn’t want to make you upset by dating your sister. Obviously we were going to tell you, I just wanted to make sure it was real. I know for a fact Nikki never meant to hurt you by not telling you and neither did I. How could I not tell my little brother that his best friend makes me the happiest I’ve ever been in my life,” I joked, flicking his ear the process causing Tommy to push his way out of the hug with a laugh.

“Okay, okay, I get it no need to tell me all your feelings, hopes and dreams. All that I ask, is that I know about the wedding before you’ve been married for six months,” Tommy snarked as he pulled me under his arms and tried to muss my hair.

“Thomas Lee Bass don’t fuck up my hair, too much time, effort and hairspray went into this!” I laughed as I attempted to swat him away. 

“I guess I better go apologize to your boy toy. Don’t know why he just let me swing at him without even trying to defend himself,” Tommy muttered as the two of you walked towards the door, your heart swelling a little at that last bit of information.

“I told you, Tommy. I love him and he loves me. Nikki wouldn’t hit you in this case because he knew you were right to be upset with him and you’re my little brother, I’d probably kick his ass if he touched you,” you joked as the front door opened, revealing Nikki holding a bag of frozen peas to his face while Mick and Vince ate some popcorn in the living room, hoping for some live entertainment.

Tommy chuckled, “you’re fucking right you would. Remember when you kicked Bobby McLeod’s ass in the 4th grade because he wouldn’t stop picking on me? Taught all the kids not to fuck with Bass family,” he stated, looking pointedly at Nikki. “I’m sorry about your face, man.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about me and YN earlier, drummer,” Nikki said, holding his friend hand out for the two to shake on it.

Tommy accepted and pulled Nikki into a one-armed hug and the two boys gave each other a pat on the back, “it’s all good bro. Just know, you hurt my sister you won’t be Nikki Sixx anymore, you’ll be just as dead as the name Frank Feranna Jr. and that’s a promise,” Tommy added with a wink in your direction causing you to roll your eyes again as the three of you made your way to the couch where Mick and Vince were located.

Vince was the first to speak, “so, now that we’ve deduced that YN could kick Nikki’s AND Tommy’s ass in a heartbeat and that the Terror Twins are really just dumb-dumbs, how did you two meet?”

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