#the dirt fanfic

[thesmokingguns]

So Caught up in You

It was the nerves that surprised you. When had you ever been nervous around Nikki or anyone in the band? Never. You had just waltzed in one day, laying around on a dirty couch and smoking someone else's cigarettes. They had just accepted your presence because Tommy wasn’t ever going to tell you to leave and the boys all had adopted you as theirs. Tommy had known you the longest, you had played together as kids and his mother and yours swapped recipes.

You didn’t know when it started but one day you had climbed in the window of the hell house and saw Nikki writing music on the couch. There was something about the way he looked, his black hair down and unstyled, roots leaking through, black jeans and sneakers, just a sweatshirt on and no makeup. He was just Nikki at that moment and not Nikki Sixx the bassist. But it tightened your belly and you realized that you had a crush on him. So you had done the only thing you could think to do and flounced over, sitting on his knee, fingers brushing his bass as he looked up at you, surprise in his eyes as you didn’t look away.

“What are you doing, kid?” you shrugged a shoulder and he shook his head, “I knew that I smelled trouble.” he looked concerned, like he wasn’t exactly sure what he should be doing or if he should be doing anything but you didn’t get up. Instead you raised his head, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. It was gentle and sweet, so unlike what he was going through lately that he just watched, letting you take the lead.

Part of you wanted to tell him that you thought he looked good but you were afraid the compliment would go right to his head and you would have to deal with him being too cocky and that just wouldn’t do. So instead you pushed his hand from his bass and moved it to your hip, watching his eyes look down, take in your country club tennis outfit, white skirt, white keds, white soft sweater. When Nikki looked back up, ready to question what you were doing you kissed him.

That was the real trouble; you didn’t know Nikki had been trying to not kiss you for months now. He was keeping himself in line because you were Tommy’s childhood friend and everyone knew the drummer looked at you like a baby sister. Nikki had been spending his time on his best behavior and now you were climbing through windows and kissing him, taking away all the self control he had.

You pushed his bass aside, letting him grab your thighs, pull you on his lap as you smiled against his lips, letting Nikki take over now as he let his tongue drag across your bottom lip, pushing between them as you whimpered into his mouth. He shook his head, pulling back to look at you as you cocked your head to the side.

“Why’d ya stop?” you were aware of your muttered words, how you felt a little warm from kissing him. So different from the boys and girls you had kissed before. But Nikki had a serious look on his face, looking at you with his green eyes. He was making sure this was real and not some sort of game you were playing. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck in some laugh you were having at his expense.

“What are you doing, kid?” He sighed out because he knew you didn’t understand what he wanted but you shrugged your shoulders at him in the same nonchalant way you went about everything,, “We can’t do this.” He was firmer with you now, but his fingers still tugged at the bottom of your sweater, not quite ready to let you up yet.

You had men who had wanted you and knew that sometimes people needed just a nudge in the right direction and you had no problem giving Nikki some nudges.

“You just looked pretty and I wanted to kiss you.” And your honesty made him have to shake his head, trying to hide the smile that was peeking through. You were well aware that you were being vulnerable but you wanted to kiss him again, “Let's go into your room. No one is here.” you were moving to stand up, reaching for his hand to tug him with you but Nikki stood, shaking his head at you.

“No, kid. Why don’t you head home?” he was pulling away from you, not giving you your way and infuriating you as your eyes narrowed and your pout settled on the sweet features of your face. Nikki saw the look and knew at that point you had him hook, line, and sinker.

“Nikki.” His name was a whine, the soft thump of your foot making him look at you, green eyes smiling as he ruffled your head and pushed you towards the window. He needed you to leave before this got to far but as you climbed out the window you swore to yourself you were going to get your revenge on him for making you wait.

Which leads you to now, standing in front of your bedroom mirror, looking at the lace bustier you were wearing as a shirt, thigh high stockings clipped to a garter belt peeking out from under the black leather skirt you were wearing that was short enough that when you walked your ass started to peak out and you had to constantly play the step and tug game.. You had gone right to the store after Nikki had told you No, having a bit of a Sandra D moment as you shed your white keds for black lace and bad decisions.

The boys had a show tonight and you were going to show up, look at Nikki in your new getup and give him a minute to regret saying no to you earlier.

And for calling you kid.

It wasn’t that he had just said no to you, it was how he had dismissed you so easily, like it didn’t matter that you had wanted to kiss him. He was acting like you couldn’t make up your mind and that infuriated you. You knew you had a crush on him and he should have taken your feelings more seriously.

Nikki was getting off stage when he saw you, bumping into Vince who had caught sight of you first and nearly making both of them fall to the sticky back stage floor. Your eyes, lined in black with long black eyelashes looked at Nikki, the lingerie you were wearing as an outfit giving him more than he could handle seeing. Your red lips wrapped around a lollipop, popped off with a sticky wet sound that had the boys all very interested in having your attention.

“Jesus, Y/N. You’re going to catch pneumonia.” Tommy was pushing his way over, grabbing the towel Nikki had been wiping his face with in an attempt to cover you. But you twirled away, heads leaning to the side to watch the way your high heels made a clicking sound against the ground and your hips swayed, you tossed your hair over your shoulder, eyes on Nikki who looked like a starved animal.

“Good show today, kid.” At that moment they all realized you had dressed up for the bassist and jealousy filled up the boys. Except for Tommy who was shaking head with a firm ‘no’ coming out of his mouth, looking at Nikki who was smiling again.

Maybe he had underestimated you but he watched you, the way you tossed your hair over your shoulder looking at him.

“I have a date tonight but I’ll see you boys around.” you walked without doing the tug making sure Nikki could see the way your ass was bouncing free.

The door hadn’t even shut yet when you were pinned against a wall, Nikki’s body planted against you as he breathed you in. The hot heat of desire so strong as you looked up at him, seeing the torment that was on his face. Poor Nikki was trying to be a good boy but you wanted him so bad.

“You’re trying to kill me, Ya know? Kill me.” he hissed it out, Leather clad thigh slipping between your legs as you gasped out. Perfect little red’ ‘o’ of a mouth forming as he pushed his thigh into the heat of your pussy, “I’m trying to do right by you, ya know that kid? Tryin’ to be good enough but you are not making it easy.” You blinked at him.

“I just wanted you to kiss me Nikki. Kiss me from my head to my toes. If you’re good at that, that’s all I care about.” his hand formed a fist as you spoke and he had to close his eyes, head going back as he tried not to get mad at how easy you were toying with him. “But I have a date so I should-”

“Like hell you do.” your eyes were on him now, watching the green of his eyes thicken with jealousy, pulling away from you and grabbing your wrist as you tilted your head, “You’re coming home with me. None of these other guys are any good.” And just like that you were getting exactly what you-

“You can sleep in my bed and I can sleep on the floor.” your pout was on your face again and you tried to tug away but Nikki wasn’t letting you go. He wanted you. He really wanted you but if you just wanted lust he wasn’t going to give in. “Kid, I’ll toss you over my shoulder. Don’t put up a fight.” You thought about kicking his ankle but decided against it. Letting Nikki drag you along.

If he hadn’t looked so damn good earlier this wouldn’t have happened. This stupid crush you were trying to get over but Nikki was just digging you deeper into. Would it ever end?

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[xsixxx]

Bad Influence - Chapter 12

Word Count - 3.2K

Authors Note - Hey! It's been about 2 & a half years since I last posted an update for this story, but it's always warmed my heart whenever I've come back on here & seen messages/anons from people saying they've read it & hoped I'd update it! I truly have no idea how much of this fandom still exists on here, but I had so much fun writing this before, so I've just decided to carry on as & when &, if no-one reads it, then that's ok 😂

Honestly this chapter feels trash, I'm super rusty at this. I know where the story was always headed, so I've carried on with what I always had planned for Beth & Nikki, but obviously it's been a while since I've been in their heads & I'd kinda forgotten how to write them, so hopefully I'll get it back!

Feedback is always welcome, please just forgive me if this sucks 😂🖤

Warnings - Ermmmmm don't think there's much in this one tbh, language obviously & some major fluff from Beth at one point

Tags - Ok so no idea who's still here but I'm just gonna tag everyone that used to be tagged, lemme know if you're not interested any more & I'll be sure you take you off!

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(Terrible quality gif but a US Festival one was needed & how fuckin fine are these pair in this, like just kiss, go on I dare ya)

May '83

*Beth's POV*

I peaked out from the corner of the stage to catch a glimpse at the source of the chanting. A mass of 500,000 faces blurred together as their chorus of "Crüe, Crüe, Crüe" shook so violently through the air, I could feel it vibrating in my chest.

Heavy Metal Sunday at the US Festival in San Bernardino had been kicked off by Quiet Riot & they had waltzed off stage after a killer set leaving the crowd hungry for more. And Mötley Crüe were next, ready to deliver.

"I think I'm gonna throw up" Tommy whimpered, leaning over my shoulder to get a look at the sea of people. "What if I fuck up & like drop my sticks or something? Or forget the songs? Or I vomit on stage?"

I laughed at his misplaced panic, turning to face him & resting my hand sympathetically on his shoulder. "T-Bone, you've got more confidence & energy than anyone I know, you've just gotta go out there & use it! You're gonna fucking kill it & you're gonna have the best time! Then you're gonna drop the next album, everyone is gonna go wild for it, you're gonna get even more famous than you already are & you're gonna move up in the world & forget all about us little people!" I joked, my sympathetic hand turning into a playful little shove, trying to distract him from his nerves. "Meanwhile I'll spend my life telling everyone about the time Mötley Crüe invited me to hang out with them backstage at the US Festival, because this is by far the coolest thing that will ever happen to me."

Tommy chuckled, his usual goofy grin returning as my distraction tactic took hold. "You can tell them about the first time you did coke in a bathroom stall with THE Tommy fuckin' Lee!"

"Exactly! Now go get ready, I've got some flirting to do with bands more famous than you," I winked, chuckling at his faux hurt expression, his hands clutching his heart with mimicked pain. "What?! I see you fuckers all the time, I'm making the most of this experience!"

"Sixx is so gonna regret inviting you!" Tommy warned, a hint of concern in his otherwise playful tone.

"That boy thinks some VIP passes are gonna make up for all the shit he's done?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes at Tommy's raised eyebrow. "Look, I'm bored of the Beth-Nikki drama, as I'm sure you all are, so let's forget it. Today is about the band, the reason I'm here is to support you all &-" My words & my focus cut off abruptly as my eyes swept across the cute brunette who'd walked past, his boyish features not too dissimilar to Tommy's. He clearly felt my gaze & his eyes flickered to meet mine, catching me off guard with a cute grin that I couldn't help but return without a thought. "... And you know, maybe to support some other band members too.." I finished slyly.

Tommy followed my eyeline, trying to deduce who'd caught my attention & he laughed when he'd figured it out.

"Eddie, really?" He howled, gesturing obviously towards at the founding member of Van Halen. "I would've though Roth would've been more up your street, yanno, given your history with blonde front men & all!"

I swiped at his arm sharply, shushing him & smiling apologetically in Eddie's direction as he gave an awkward little nod & moved on.

"Goddamn it T-Bone, your big fat mouth is gonna ruin this for me! Now will you go play your damn set, Sixx looks like he's gonna blow any second."

"Ok, ok, I'm going! Thanks for the pep talk doll, you're the best!" Tommy gave me a quick peck on the forehead before bounding back off like an excited puppy to join his band mates, all traces of nerves dissipated.

I looked over at the four of them, all doing their usual pre show routines. Mick was swigging from his hip flask, next to Vince who was flirting with a cute stage hand. Tommy was enthusiastically drumming his sticks on everything in sight, including a stern looking Nikki who was, no doubt, trying to psych them all up with one of his usual don't-fuck-it-up speeches.

I observed them for a moment & couldn't help but allow a proud feeling to warm my heart. I listened the echo of the crowd as they continued their chant, which fast turned to cheers & shouts of excitement as the four of them made their way on to the stage. It was so easy to forget how famous they'd gotten in the time I'd known them. To me, they were friends, no matter the drama that had unfolded between me, Nikki & Vince, they weren't celebrities or rockstars. But as I watched them play, listened to their music I'd once despised but had grown to enjoy, it was like watching strangers. I felt like just another fan, getting to enjoy a band. It was surreal to connect the reckless, fun, roguish boys I hung out with to these talented, serious musicians.

My gaze & attention, unintentionally but predictably, wandered to Nikki, dolled up in all his leather & studs, the smears of black paint under his eyes, beaming at the crowd as they gave him the reaction to his music that he so badly craved. Against my better judgement, I found it inordinately endearing. If I didn't already know from our little psychology session together just how meaningful music was to him & how deep his passion ran, it was evident on his face for all 500,000 fans, & me, to see.

The screaming audience in my peripheral vanished, as did Vince, Mick & Tom, as I fell captive to Nikkis performance. Studying his child like, genuine smile, I realised it felt like I was seeing the real him for the first time, the man underneath the bravado, the ego, the smug smiles & the cruel quips. He looked truly content, like he belonged.

And suddenly, I felt sad.

I finally allowed my mind to admit what I'd continued to suppress underneath all my loathing towards Nikki, the reason I kept coming back & letting him in.

I wanted him.

But not just in the way he wanted me. I wanted this version of him, the content, untroubled Nikki with the genuine smile. I wanted to experience him this way, share in his passion & celebrate it with him, be by his side as he suceeded in what he loved the most. And the sadness came simply because I knew I could never. I knew as soon as the set was over & he walked off that stage, I'd have to face the anger that still consumed me, the reality of the impossibility that Nikki Sixx could ever be someone I could allow myself to fall for.

Senseless tears stung my eyes, threatening to spill over as I observed him play the last few notes of their last song & enthusiastically part with the stage, the crowd &, ultimately, the version of him that I longed for.

I shook my head, furiously wiping my eyes to discourage any more emotional displays & ran to greet them with all the spirit & excitement they deserved.

"Reynolds! Whatcha think doll? Did we kill it or what?!" Whooped Tommy, opening his arms warmly towards me as I sprinted over. I jumped into them as he picked me up & spun me around, giggling with nothing but joy for them.

"You guys were unbelievable! Listen to them out there, they can't get enough of you!" I gushed as he put me down & I hugged Vince, then Mick.

I turned to Nikki, instinctively ready to congratulate him with a hug too, but paused awkwardly as our eyes met & we exchanged an unsure glance.

"Ahem, yeah you guys were great," I managed, smiling at him, praying the discomfort wasn't too obvious.

"Thanks Lizzy.. I'm, uh- I'm really glad to decided to come." He replied, a fraction of that genuine smile still in place of his sweaty, exhausted face.

"Yeah.. Me too, Sixx."

●●●

The next few hours were a blur of execs, press & management swamping the band as I watched the rest of the festival from the sidelines, feeling a little out of place in amongst the crew & talent backstage.

Halfway through enjoying the Prince of Darkness himself perform, I felt a light rap on my shoulder & turned to see a familiar face I would never have expected.

"Daniel?!" I spluttered, laughing a little at the surprise to see his clean cut, handsome face in the wash of metal heads & glam rock bands I'd grown acustom to throughout the day.

He laughed right back, the sound sending a little spark running through me. "How're you doing Beth?"

"I'm good! Wow, this is bizarre, what're you doing here?" I quizzed, the perplexed looking on my face amusing him all the more.

"Well med school comes with a hefty price tag unfortunately, so I'm working as one of the festival medics. I was called back to attend to a couple of the bands that apparently got into a bit of a brawl", he answered, before raising his eyebrow so subtly, I could've almost missed it. "Look at you backstage, miss VIP!" He gestured towards the lanyard dangling from my neck. "I'm presuming this means you're still firmly strapped into that rollercoaster, huh? Front row & all!"

I gave an sheepish smile, not sure how take his comment or how to respond.

"Well no, I'm not on the rollercoaster, anymore" I mused, sticking with his metaphor, "But I'm still at the theme park, I guess!" Daniel looked confused as I gestured at my surroundings & laughed at my own stupid comparison. I coughed & hurriedly explained "That's to say, I'm not here for Nikki, I'm here supporting the band yanno, they're my friends & all."

"Ahh I see!" He nodded slowly, not looking at all convinced. "Well I hope you're having fun, it was lovely to bump into you."

I mumbled a "you too", back at him as he turned to walk away, but I caught him by the arm, feeling like I had more to say.

"Daniel, I'm sorry for that night, the impression I must've given you.. The groupie image now being firmly backed up by my being here, I guess." I muttered sorely. "I'm not really sure why but I feel like I owe you more of an explanation."

"You don't owe me anything, Beth. We met, had a great time, but you're not in a place to carry that on & that's fine, I understand." He paused, clearly unsure whether to say what he was thinking, but he chose to continue, "what I don't understand is why you're here, supporting a man that would speak of you so appalling & treat you as such. The things he said that night, in front of me, a perfect stranger, were unforgiveable. I hate to imagine what else he'd said & done before that to make you dislike him so much."

"I know I- Nikki is just.." I let my sentence trail off.

"Like I said, you don't owe me an explanation. I just hope at some point you'll see that you see you deserve better."

I smiled weakly, struggling to see how he was wrong.

Daniel sensed my discomfort & kindly changed the subject. "How about we go grab a coffee or something before another fight breaks out & I have to go see to another bloody nose, huh?"

*Nikkis POV*

I leaned over one of the large music cases, discarded to the side of the stage, watching Ozzy do his thing. I marvelled at the thought that we had not long before played on the exact stage that Ozzy fucking Osbourne was now strutting around. My eyes wandered to the crowd, observing those that had screamed our names & sang along to our songs just hours before & I felt a dumb, dopey smile spread uncontrollably across my face.

My eyes locked with a beautiful, busty blonde in the front row & I regained my composure, winking at her & replacing my smile with the trademark smirk that I knew worked every time. She blushed scarlet & blew me a kiss as I chuckled to myself, wondering if there was a way to get her backstage.

My eyes carried on their journey, scanning the crowd, looking for more woman I could infatuate with a simple look, riding high on the success of the day, the attention & the recent offer of joining the Prince of Darkness on his next tour.

My gaze landed on an angel on the opposite wing to where I stood, throwing her head back in laughter so intoxicating, I was sure I could hear it over the roaring speakers, all the way across the stage. I got lost in her beauty for a moment, enjoying her smile, as he shy eyes flitted from the ground to the face of the person she was talking to, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder in a subtle, yet flirtatious way. Beth laughed again, this time placing her hand on the chest of that asshole from the bar, the one that challenged me & told me I wasn't good enough for her. I felt my jaw tense at the sight of him resting his hand over hers, the way he rubbed his thumb across it gently as she spoke, all his attention on her face as he listened to what she had to say. Jealousy coursed through me hotly, causing me to jolt upright & turn away from them, as if it actually burned to watch.

"What the fuck is he doing here?!" I seethed to Tommy, turning back to them & pointing. "Did she invite that piece of shit?!"

Tom followed my finger & furrowed his brow, clearly not recognising the man Beth was now leaning towards in a way that made my stomach lurch & my fists ball up until my knuckles turned white.

"Who is it?!"

"It's that fucking pretty boy from the bar. She's invited him just to piss me off, to get back at me. How could she fucking do that, doesn't she know what today means for us?! And here she is, ruining it on purpose like the spoiled brat she is."

Vince shot me a sharp looking, warning me to carry on.

"Oh what, Vince?!" I spat, venomously.

"Honestly, who fucking cares, Sixx?! Let the girl enjoy herself, she's not ruining anything for anyone other than you & honestly, you fucking deserve it." He shot back.

"We invited her here, got her backstage & she thinks she can just bring some prick along with her for free?! Nah, she's not using us to impress some fucker & get her leg up, they're both fucking out of here."

I started marching off, ready to get their asses hurled out, when Micks firm palm on my chest stopped my tracks.

"Mars, get your fucking hand off me."

"Enough, Nikki." He said, quietly but unflinchingly.

"Sixx, just fucking let it go, we've all had enough," Vince jumped in. "The arguing between the two of you, its gotta stop. You fucked me over, got to screw the chick, what more do you want?! She's just a girl, move on like you always do. The constant love-hate thing is getting old, we're bored of it."

Tommy nodded slightly in agreement as Mick removed his hand. I glared harshly at them all, too stubborn to admit they were probably right, but also too petty to let it go.

"Fine, she can get her pretty boy fuck, what the fuck do I care?!" I lied, convincing no-one as I turned back to pretend to catch the last of Ozzys set.

But my eyes bore through the scene on stage & fixed on my girl across the way, her lips pressed against his, her hands in his hair. My mind flashed through all of the times I'd seen her kiss Vince & the jealousy I felt. But this was different, this felt worse. With Vince, it had an expiry date, but this..

I could really lose her to this guy, I thought.

My jaw clenched once again at the idea that someone could make her happy, that someone would get to enjoy every part of her. The simple suggestion that she might want someone so much that she would forget about me.

*Beths POV*

I hurried quickly to use the bathroom, excited to get back to talking to Daniel. As I entered the rank portable toilet, I cringed at the idea of sitting on something that god knows how many people had used that day. I went to grab a fistful of paper from the dispenser, but I cursed as my hand hit the empty cardboard tube left inside.

"C'mon..." I muttered, fumbling around in my purse for some tissues I could use to line the seat, but something else caught my eye, that made me stop dead.

My fingers rested gently on the tampon I always kept in my bag for emergencies & my brain scrambled to do the math.

Dread descending over me like a cloud threatening rain as I figured out the time it'd been since Nikkis little hit & run at my place.

"But we used protection," I whispered aloud to myself. But it didn't make sense, I was late. And I'm never late.

I practically fell out of the porta potty, my mind swimming with confusion & doubt, when strong, leather clad arms caught me.

"You ok there Lizzy? Had a bit too much to drink, have we?"

My eyes lifted to meet Nikkis, his expression amused, but with something else behind his green eyes that I couldn't quite place. He look strained, like he was perhaps forcing his usual shit eating smirk.

"Uh yeah, I'm fine Nikki, thanks." I mumbled, desperate to get away from him before he sensed something was really wrong.

But it was too late. "Beth, are you ok?" He asked again, this time concern evident in his voice.

"Nikki, I said I'm fine." I said, stronger this time, but a slight falter in my voice still gave me away. "I just need to go home, I'm sorry."

"Beth, what's happened?! Did that asshole do something to you? I swear to god, if he's laid a fucking hand on you, I'll kill him-"

"What?!" I puzzled, wondering who he was talking about. "Oh Daniel?" I didn't realise he'd seen us together, but that was another problem for another time. Nikkis jealousy was the least of my concerns right now. I had to be sure. I had to get out of here, go find a pharmacy & pray the test would be negative.

I couldn't be pregnant. Especially not by Nikki Sixx.

"Angel," He propped his fingers under my chin & lifted my face until our eyes met & I saw the silent distress on his face, "tell me what's wrong."

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[space-gutz]

(guy who spent way too long on this image) hiiii :3

This is a drawing I made for my fic about Metal being abandoned for a decade after Robotnik's death and how Sonic ends up finding him & trying to restore him. It's also kind of a deep dive into Metal's personality and character. This is my first ever finished multichapter fic!! :D

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[sourwolf-sterek32]

The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

Or

A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

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

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Past child abuse, and of course, excessive alcohol and substance abuse.

A/N: More specific warnings will be added for certain chapters when required. I also just wanted to add in a quick disclaimer and say that through my research, Vince Neil's parents sounded like nice, decent people. However, this is a fanfic and for the purpose of this story and the plot, I am changing that.

Chapter 1- My Kinda Lover

Growing up, you always knew your big brother Vince had what it took to become a rockstar.

As kids, his favourite place other than the beach was the roller-skating rink where they held lip-synching contests. Vince would drag you there with his surfer buddy John and sign up every time. He'd dress up in flared pants, loud open button polyester shirts, wigs and other accessories he thought rockstars were supposed to wear and you'd help him.

It was during those lip-synching contests where Vince discovered his love for performing. He'd jump around on stage, goofed off, played air guitar and threw the microphone around. The crowd ate it up, and he always won. Always.

It wasn't long before the lip-synching turned into actual singing and your brother had a damn good voice even as a teenager. And not long after that he joined a band. Rock Candy.

It was during one of his performances with the cover band that his path to becoming a rockstar kicked off.

Vince was in the middle of singing his cover for My Kinda Lover on the small stage with his band. You'd sing as a backup singer for Rock Candy occasionally, but this song didn't require it, so you hung by the drinks table swirling your Jack and coke around in a solo cup and listened.

The drink was an important necessity every time Rock Candy performed because you weren't sure how you'd get through watching all those girls fawn over your big brother without it. They were practically throwing themselves on him whenever he performed and although you hated it, Vince absolutely lapped up all the attention from them.

There had been a few incidences where drunk girls got too handsy with him. Pulling at his clothes or jumping on stage just to touch him. One time a woman grabbed his scarf and literally pulled him down into the crowd of crazy females. By the time he managed to get back on stage, half his clothes had been torn off and that was when you stepped in and started ordering people out or breaking noses... usually the latter.

Most women treated your brother like a piece of meat. Like he was nothing more than a toy for them to play with and admire. And Vince, although he would never admit it, he didn't enjoy it all the time.

So, even when not on stage with him, you kept an eye on everything and that was when you spotted the three men.

They stood out amongst the crowd of young people dressed in the bare minimum while they wore leather and dark pants with their jet-black hair. You clocked them the second they walked through the crowd as people who shouldn't be here.

No way guys dressed like that would be interest in listening to Vince's cover band. So, what did they want? Trouble, probably.

You hung back eyeing the men cautiously before they began to make their way over to the drinks stand where you still were. None of them paid you any attention while you leant against the side of the table sipping your drink.

It wasn't like you blended in with the crowd here either, so you couldn't judge the strangers too harshly. Your own tight jeans and leather jacket might as well be a full body suit compared to the other girls crop tops and tiny shorts.

"His voice ain't bad." One of the men suddenly said speaking up for the first time since they got to the drinks stand.

"I don't care if he can sing or not. Look what he's doing to those chicks." The other responded.

The three guys continued to watch your brother sing on stage while pointing and commenting quiet words that you couldn't quite catch.

Downing the last of your Jack and coke, you pushed yourself away from the drinks table and took a step to the side until you were blocking their view to the stage and folded your arms across your chest defensively.

"What do you guys want from Vince?"

The man in the middle holding a bottle of Jack Daniels instantly stood up straight sizing you up.

The older man to his right remained silent and looked over your shoulder back towards the stage seemingly bored by your presence, so you kept your attention focused on the middle guy whose gaze hadn't left yours, but he didn't seem like he was going to answer your question either.

"Don't make me repeat myself." You said bluntly.

His brows furrowed into a frown, the blankness on his expression twisting into annoyance but before he could say anything, the younger guy to his left spoke up.

"Holy fucking shit. Y/N?"

That had your head snapping away from the middle guy instantly and the second you saw that goofy smile and long hair, realisation hit you like a truck.

Tommy Lee.

Well, shit. You weren't expecting to see him here.

You didn't recognise him earlier. His hair used to be lighter, but now it was black. It suited him though.

The last time you saw him was when you and Vince were living in his van about a year ago. So much had happened since then.

A smile broke out across your face which made Tommy's smile brighten further before he held his arms out a little hesitantly like he wasn't sure if a hug would be an acceptable greeting. If it was anyone else, no, a hug wouldn't be acceptable, maybe a handshake at the most, but this wasn't anyone, this was Tommy.

"Good to see you, Tommy." You said accepting the hug.

His long lanky arms instantly wrapped around your body tightly and you hugged him back, tucking your head against his chest and closing your eyes thinking back to the last time you had seen him.

Your father was a mechanic who worked for L.A. County repairing sheriff's cars. He had so many friends within the law enforcement department, he thought he could get away with anything... and he was right.

When he wasn't at work fixing cars or buddying up to the local cops, he was at home getting high and drinking. And the combination of drugs and alcohol made him mad. It made him angry. It made him abusive.

Your stepmother, Vince's real mother, wouldn't stand for your father's crap and they'd end up in screaming matches against each other. They'd yell, scream, cry and break things from the living room nearly every night.

Vince could always tell when the fighting was about to start, and once you got older, you saw the warning signs too before World War III erupted in the house. When you were little Vince would take you to his bedroom and lock the door while blasting music through his stereo so you couldn't hear the screaming and fighting. He'd make it fun and would use his hairbrush as a makeshift microphone and the two of you would sing and dance on top of his bed trying to forget about what was happening across the house.

When you got older and the fighting would start up, you'd both slip out his bedroom window and get away for a few hours until your father calmed down or passed out from drinking. But sometimes you weren't quick enough to get away.

Those nights were the worst because his anger would turn onto you and Vince.

Vince always took the blunt of his anger. He always tried to protect you from your father's rage and violence, but sometimes he couldn't.

You were eight years old the first time your father ever hit you. He was mad about something -staying up too late, not doing homework, playing music too loud, you couldn't remember - it didn't matter anyway.

Your father was always in a terrible mood, the alcohol and drugs made him worse and at the slightest provocation he would take out his frustration on the nearest thing or person which was usually you, despite Vince trying his best to not let that happen.

Your father never outright said it, but you reminded him of the affair he had with another woman -your mother- the woman who dumped a baby at his perfect white picket fence home door with a single note.

'Your daughter, Y/N. I'm sorry'

Vince's mother had taken you in and raised you like her own without hesitation, despite your father wanting nothing to do with you.

You were 16 years old the last time he ever beat you... and the first time he nearly killed you.

"Just stay awake, okay? Keep your eyes on me." Vince practically begged while he sped down the road away from the hell you called home. "We'll be at the hospital soon. Stay awake."

You leant heavily against the passenger side door of the car while holding his scarf against the side of your head. The scarf had started off white but was now stained a bright crimson along with the collar of your shirt.

Blood was trickling down the side of your face from the deep gash on your forehead. The warm liquid sticking and matting in your hair as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"N-no hospital. We can't afford it." You winced, tilting your head to the side to look at your brother, but even that slight movement felt like agony against your pounding head.

Vince clenched his jaw at your words, his hands tightening and untightening around the steering wheel as he drove, but he didn't argue because you were right. You had no money. And if you went to the hospital, they'd call your father, the very same man you were running from.

"We should go back." You whispered closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the seat behind you. "We have nowhere else to go."

"Hey, no, open your eyes. And we are not going back." Vince stated sternly while he reached over and shook your shoulder until you reluctantly opened your eyes despite wanting nothing more than to just sleep the pain away. "I'm not letting him anywhere near you again. Got it?"

"You can't protect me from everything, big brother."

"I can try."

Before you knew it, Vince was pulling up into the driveway in front of a decent looking house that you couldn't recognise.

"I'll be back. Don't fall asleep."

He was out the car before you could respond, and you watched through the windshield as he ran up to the house and knocked on the front door until a guy you recognised from high school answered.

"Vinnie, what up, dude?" Tommy greeted with a bright smile.

"I... we need a place to stay. Can we..." Vince trailed off while pointing towards a van parked along the side of the house.

"Who's we?"

Vince nodded over his shoulder to where you were sitting in the car holding the bloodied scarf to your forehead.

Tommy's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and panic, "holy shit. Is she okay?"

"No. Not really." Vince admitted, emotion thick in his voice. "Can we crash in your van for a few days?"

"Of course." Tommy answered without hesitation.

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"I've missed you, dude." Tommy's voice said, snapping you out of your thoughts as the two of you pulled apart.

His eyes shifted to your forehead searching for the scar that he knew was hidden behind your hair. It seemed you weren't the only one who had been thinking back to the last time you saw each other.

"I'm in a band with these dudes." Tommy explained after a few beats of silence. "Guys, this is Y/N. She's Vince's sister. I was in the same grade as her in high school."

Both men nodded but didn't say anything. Instead, they turned their attention over your shoulder to where your brother was still performing in front of the crowd.

Seriously, what did they want from Vince?

"Yeah, Vinnie!!" Tommy cheered enthusiastically as the song came to an end.

"Thank you! We're Rock Candy!" Your brother shouted into the microphone.

"Shitty name."

You turned to glare at the older and very serious-looking man. Sure, you kind of agreed with him. Rock Candy wasn't a great name, but only you were allowed to insult your brother.

"Okay, seriously, why are you guys here and what do you want with my brother?" You questioned, the smile from seeing Tommy vanishing from your face as you got down to business.

"We're looking for a singer for the band." The one drinking Jack Daniels straight finally said.

"And who the fuck are you?"

His sea green eyes shifted back to you, looking you up and down briefly before meeting your gaze.

"Nikki Sixx."

You stared at him for a moment before nodding, "okay, Sixx. Why do you want my brother?"

Vince looked nothing like these guys. Your brother loved white. He'd wear that white t-shirt you had ripped up the sides of and sewn together with lace everywhere because it was his favourite. He had his hair dyed as white as he could get it and fluffed it until it added half a foot to his height. It was his style, and it was the opposite to these guys.

"He's fucking perfect, man." Tommy responded.

"He's pretty good. Got moves." Nikki admitted without answering your question.

Tommy suddenly darted off, pushing his way through the crowd to where Vince was now walking after finishing the last song. Nikki and the older guy didn't say anything else to you, so you didn't speak to them either while you watched Tommy and Vince embrace in a hug and chat for a few minutes before Tommy returned with his signature smile.

"He's in. I think."

You glanced back over to your brother across the crowd as he tucked the tape that Tommy had given him into his pocket without much thought because he was too focused on the blonde-haired woman chatting him up.

Nah, Vince wasn't in.

-

Later that night, you found yourself sitting in the bed of your old Ford F150 truck parked on the beach away from humanity because it was quietest spot and best place to sleep.

Between your shifts at the diner downtown and Vince working as an electrician apprentice plus his small gigs with Rock Candy, it still wasn't enough to afford a house or apartment. Vince usually crashed in the bedrooms of which ever girl he was seeing that week while you slept in a sleeping bag in the back of your truck.

It wasn't so bad, especially this time of year. During winter it was harder, and you were going to figure something else out, but that was a few months away and a problem for later. For now, you were going to enjoy the peaceful beach and sound of waves crashing against the shore like a lullaby every night.

You laid in the bed of your truck staring up at the stars shimmering in the sky above you. The cool breeze was slowly starting to kick in, but not enough for you to grab a blanket out from under the front seat.

Something suddenly slammed against the tailgate of your truck causing you to bolt upright and reach for the pocketknife stashed under your pillow only to find your brother leaning against the side of your truck trying not to laugh.

"One of these days, I'm gonna actually stab you and I'm not even gonna be sorry." You warned pointing at him with the knife.

Vince rolled his eyes, "you shouldn't keep parking in the same spot. Creeps might start to notice."

"Oh, creeps like you?" You shot back causing Vince to glare, but there was no real heat behind it.

"I'm serious though. If some pedo realises a young girl sleeps out here alone, that little knife won't do much to stop him. You need a gun or something."

"I can't afford a gun."

"I can steal you one." He suggested.

"Please don't."

Vince snorted softly before pulling down the tailgate of your truck and sitting on it while overlooking the ocean that was lit up by the full moon shining brightly in the sky above it.

"What happened to your new girl? Her daddy kick you out?" You teased, referring back to a few weeks ago when a girl's father did actually kick him out and he ended up in the back of your truck keeping you awake with his snoring.

"Nah, her dad wasn't home."

You frowned a little at his words because if he hadn't been kicked out of the girl's house then why wasn't he sleeping in her comfy bed or at the very least, her couch?

"Tommy gave me this. Said to listen to it and call him." He pulled a tape out from his pocket and held it out towards you. "It's all I've been thinking about. I couldn't even get it up when I was in bed with her."

"Eww! Too much information, Jesus Christ." You swore taking the tape before jumping out the truck and opening the driver side door turning the key to accessories before inserting the tape into the stereo cranking the volume up.

You sat on the tailgate beside Vince while you listened to the music together on the beach where nobody could see or hear for miles.

It hurt to admit, but fuck, they were pretty good.

"This shits on Rock Candy, no offence." You commented and to your own shock, Vince actually nodded in agreement. "You gonna call Tommy and his sketchy friends to join their even sketchier band?"

"What do you think?" He asked, but it wasn't a question. He was going to call.

-

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A/N:

So, this fanfic came out of nowhere.

I recently saw Mötley Crüe during their last show of the World Tour in Melbourne (I am still pinching myself. It was the best night ever!) and seeing them in person literally kickstarted my obsession for them.

I grew up listening to my dad’s 80s music which obviously included Mötley Crüe. I still remember Girls Girls Girls blasting through the car on the way to school when I was 8. And although I’ve liked their music since I was a kid, I never really knew much about them beyond that.

But when my dad asked if I wanted to go to the Mötley Crüe concert with him, I didn’t even hesitate.

I’ll be honest, I had never watched The Dirt before until Vince said during the concert that Mötley Crüe had made a movie and I googled it as soon as I got home.

After watching the movie and seeing them live in concert, I was hooked.

I bought their book The Dirt and binged it in 2 days (that is one hell of a rollercoaster to read) and now I’m literally typing this while wearing a Mötley shirt.

I won’t try and pretend to have been a Cruehead all my life because that isn’t true, but I am so incredibly glad that I have found this love for Mötley Crüe and I hope you all enjoy this fanfic xx

#motley crue #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #nikki sixx x reader #tommy lee x reader #nikki sixx fanfiction #tommy lee fanfic #motley crue x reader #the dirt #nikki sixx x you #nikki sixx x tommy lee x reader #motley crue fanfiction #80s rock #glam metal

[no-name-publishing]

Dirt by Astern

Right off the bat not gonna tell you how long this took me to finish, cause it's embarrassing. But it's done, it's huge, and it's mine!! More glamour shots and process pics under the cut!

Hand dyed cloth, done with an ice dyeing method; title painted with gold paint, as well as the distressed areas; speckled edges done with acrylic ink and metallic bronze acrylic paint; handsewn endbands made from silk-finish cotton sewing thread; typeset and printed by myself all from Word.

Cheeky little video showing it all off together.

My first and sadly second ice dyeing attempts to get this looking right. First pass was not near what I wanted at all, so we stuck this bad boy back in the freezer.

Steps from trimming the unruly head and tail, to splattering the edges, to sewing the endbands. Took me probably approx 3 hours for each one, and I did 2 copies, so four endbands RIP. (The keen-eyed will also notice the patterns do not match between the two photos of the endbands. That's because I wasn't paying close enough attention and inverted two of the colors between copies. But it's a feature not a bug!)

And Tommeh :3 Thank you for looking!

#dirt by astern #astern #tlou game #tlou #the last of us #fanbinding #fanfic bookbinding #no name publishing

[venus1702]

His Empire of Dirt has been sending me on a spiral, I’m on 39/69 chapters 😕

ID: Two men, both with dark brown hair. The older one, standing over the younger one with a grip on his jaw. The older with glowing purple eyes and a manipulative expression, and the other with shut eyes and a sad expression. Both have purple shirts on, the younger with a named tagged labeled, ‘Mike’. Older has yellow tie with blood on the bottom, there is also blood on his hands. In the back there’s text that says, ‘I will Fix you,’

#fnaf fanart #fnaf #william afton #micheal afton #his empire of dirt #ao3 #ao3 fanfic

[vern-a]

cMissa is an artist that a rich guy (cPhil) took a liking to and started sponsoring-au.

Missa can play guitar good and draw good and all he has to do is show up sometimes, play a little tune and paint a little picture and Phil will give him food and armour and upgraded backpacks.

#brb cooking another au #this might as well be canon tbh #will i write a script? maybe a fanfic? or will i draw a comic? we may never know #wheres my rich sponsor :( i just wanna draw 8h a day and dig dirt the 8 remaining :( #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #pissa #qsmp #missas so good at drawing i want to shake him #talk bits

[atalante241]

Gonna be honest, I need more (than zero) fics of Zhongli shapeshifting to look like random people to mess with his friends and people around Teyvat/Liyue

#just imagine Childe doing some investigative shit (before traveler comes) only to be sidetracked and taken on the worlds most obscene— #and random world quest by a random old lady #the man could start the day off at some random ruins in Liyue and end up in the desert of Sumeru bc of said random old lady #who then literally disappears into the wind as a cloud of dirt leaving him stranded in the middle of the Sumeru desert #or Zhongli turning into a random child and (harmlessly) terrorizing Liyue harbor and getting half the millelith sent after him #just. the possibilities people #genshin impact #zhongli #morax #rex lapis #zhongli genshin impact #genshin impact fanfics #fanfic ideas #Childe #he’s here in the tags #getting tormented by random world quests #bc someone had to go on them before traveler showed up #liyue harbor

[th3-wh0le-c1rcus]

Teach me how to play | Tommy Lee

WARNINGS ~ suggestive content/sexual imply, kinda ooc?? mention of alcohol

TYPE ~ oneshot 

READER ~ fem

SUMMARY ~ you ask your boyfriend, Tommy to teach you how to play drums but isn’t it just so convenient you need some… extra guidance… and there’s only one seat at the drum kit? So where do you sit?

You looked out the window and, for the first time, processed what the weather was like: Sunny but still cold. Too cold that you didn’t want to go out. And the heater in your room was broken so all you could do was lie in bed, bored as ever. You considered going back to sleep but the noise from downstairs was too loud to drown out. You shared an apartment with 4 other boys, the hair metal band Mötley Crüe. The only reason you were living there is because you were dating the drummer, Tommy.

You had been dating for a couple months and everything was going smoothly. To be honest, the band wasn’t quite your taste but you still liked watching them practice or going to their shows. Mainly to see Tommy and how well his drumming was. You were fascinated to say the least. How his hands and eyes were so coordinated, how he was so in time every time they played, meanwhile you could barley hold 2 things at once without dropping both of them.

Mötley Crüe was practicing their last song right now and everything was going fine. Just as the song ended you heard a loud crash. Tommy’s cymbal had fallen over again. It happened at the end of every practice session but just to be safe, you ran down to make sure he was okay.

“Guys i swear i meant to do that- oh hey babe” Tommy turned his head and smiled. “We were just finishing up, are you okay?”

“Yeah I was just bored” you said.

“Well, the guys and I are about to head out and get some drinks, wanna come with us?” Then a thought popped into your mind. 

“Tommy, can you teach me how to play the drums?” Tommy’s eyes lit up in excitement. He’d waited for this moment for ages, ever since he introduced you to his band.

“Yeah sure! I’d love to!” The rests of the band scoffed.

“so you’re not comin with us T-bone?” Vince asked, irritated. 

“Nah I’d never pass up an opportunity like this! Go ahead we’ll wait here but get me a beer would you?” Vince rolled his eyes and nodded. And with that the boys left leaving you and Tommy alone. 

Tommy gestured you to come over. He started ranting about the names for each part of the drum kit, how to read drum tabs, how to hold the sticks correctly and how to do that weird spinny trick he learned in his high school marching band. You zoned out for most of it, you didn’t REALLY care that much for drums yourself but you needed your plan to work so you had to keep an interested face on the whole time.

At the end of Tommy’s little lecture, he told you to have a seat and gave you a beat from one of their easier songs to try on your own.

“Uhh, you aren’t going to show me first?” You asked.

“Nah you can do it babe! You got this!” Tommy’s words were so encouraging it was weird..

“But-“ 

“Dude just TRY even if you fail who cares?” He cut you off. Just TRY? You didn’t know how to do this, you barley even paid attention to his lesson! But nonetheless you gave it a shot anyway. And… failed… but Tommy didn’t get mad or anything. just kept telling you to try again. 

But at this point even you were irritated that you couldn’t get it right, the frustration visible on your face. Tommy acknowledged this and told you to get up.

“Hey don’t worry, I’ll show you how I do it and then you can try again alright? I’m not giving up on you.” Tommy sat down and started playing flawlessly, start to finish. The cymbal didn’t even crash this time. “See babe? Easy as that. Now come on try it again!” Alright, this was your chance to initiate the next phase of your plan. 

“Tommy clearly I’m not doing well at this…” You said in a fake dramatic tone, “Could you help guide me while playing?” 

Tommy’s expression was utterly confused. “W..what do you mean Y/N?” He asked, still seated, legs closed.

You slowly sat down on Tommy’s lap and looked over your shoulder at him. You took the drum sticks from him, and guided his hands onto yours. Tommy was shocked and almost blushing but he managed to act cool about it. But you knew the effect this sort of stuff had on him, these wholesome yet suggestive shenanigans. 

“Sooo, Tommy, can you show me how to do it again?” You asked him with slightly titled upward to create a fake innocent look. 

“Uh yeah of course babe” He softly held your hands and guided them where needed to go, like a Marionette puppet. Tommy was too fixated on getting the beat right he didn’t even notice his very obvious boner. You did though. And that’s when you knew your plan was going right. 

After a couple tries you finally figured it out and could play it on your own, not needing Tommy’s help.

“Babe I think I’ve got this.” You said confidently. 

“That’s great, want me to get u-“

“No that’s fine you just stay right where you are.” You interrupted, dragging out the ‘i’s in ‘right’ just to add emphasis. (YKWIM RIGHT?) You were slightly slipping off Tommy’s leg so you had to shift and move up a bit, causing him to let out a quiet gasp which you very clearly heard. You smirked to yourself, knowing what this was doing to him. At this point Tommy had caught on to your little plan and decided to add his own part.

To ensure you didn’t slip any further, he put his both hands on either end of your hips. He wasn’t completely confident in this move, thus him bouncing his leg up and down nervously which certainly didn’t help you play but it definitely felt good. The way each time his leg went up, it hit just the right spot. Tommy didn’t even realise what this was doing to you, he was just nervous.

You tried your best to play the beat on your own this time but Tommy moving his leg so much like a 10 year old boy with an attention span the size of a pin kept distracting you. And though he couldn’t see your face, he could sense the blood rising to your cheeks. Instinctively he lowered his head onto your shoulder, hands still firmly gripping your waist, and continued to watch you play, occasionally planting rough kisses on your neck. And occasionally causing you to let out a soft moan here and there. You could feel the heat radiating off Tommy’s face and he could feel you directly on his crotch, and both of you were trying so hard to act cool and failing.

Once you had finished the song you looked over at Tommy and made eye contact with him. You opened your mouth to ask him how you did only to be swept up into a passionate kiss. Without breaking it you completely turned around to face your boyfriend and put your arms around his neck. 

Tommy wished the kiss could go on for hours, but if Tears For Fears thought us anything, it was nothing ever lasts forever. And that was because for the last 5 minutes or so, the rest of the band had been watching you and Tommy through the window.

Tommy opened his eyes fully and gently lifted you off his lap and walked up to the window. He banged on it a couple times with his fist, nearly breaking it in the process. The boys came in and Nikki and Vince were visibly struggling to hide their laughter. Mick merely snickered at you both. 

Tommy and you looked at each other and then then back at the boys in utter embarrassment. You pulled up the collar of your shirt to hide the very visible bruises on your neck that Tommy had given you, but they had all seen them so there wasn’t really a point.

Vince finally spoke up. “Here’s ya beer T-bone” He said tossing the bottle over to Tommy, still giggling. 

“Man cmon it was band time not get it on with your girlfriend time!” Nikki added. Blush spread across your cheeks and you decided to run up to room to hide, Tommy hurrying after you. 

“Psh, so weak” Mick scoffed.

Tommy entered your room and leaned on the doorframe waiting for you to unbury your face from your pillow. When that didn’t work he sat on the edge of your bed and put his hand on your leg which made you turn around rapidly.

“Sorry about all that babe, I was really starting to enjoy that drum lesson.” He said with a smirk

“Mhm you should teach me more often Tommy, but for now let’s just finish what we started.” 

#ace writes trash #tommy lee #mötley crüe #motley crue #tommy lee x reader #vince neil #mick mars #nikki sixx #80s bands #tommy lee fanfic #down bad #omg #the dirt

[fernsproutxx]

his empire of dirt fanart dump of everything i’ve drawn to date lmao.

fr one of the best fnaf fics i’ve ever read, please go to ao3 and give it the love it deserves, and don’t forget to say hi to emma :D

the art below contains major spoilers tho!

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and here’s the unedited versions too :)

#my art #fnaf #fnaf fanfic #fnaf au #heod #his empire of dirt #william afton #michael afton #fritz smith #henry emily #clara afton #isabella barnett #cw blood #you can feel my constant battle with the layout editor 💀

[storiesforallfandoms]

need help ~ nikki sixx;the dirt

word count: 1789

request?: yes!

“The dirt Nikki sixx x female reader, the reader been best friends with Nikki sense they were kids and became friends through them having terrible home lives, when motley Crüe started up she was their cheering him on. The reader also been in love with Nikki for a long time but when Nikki starts taking heroin she ends up finding him and taking care of him and this happens more than once but after he overdoses the reader snaps and says that she can’t keep watching the man she loves doing heroin. Please and thank you”

description: after finding her friend overdosing, they have a heavy talk about his addiction and his desire to get help

pairing: nikki sixx x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs, mentions of overdosing, lil angst?

masterlist (one, two)

It wasn’t the first time I had found Nikki in the midst of one of his highs. In fact, it was becoming such a regular occurrence that I usually expected Nikki to be high as a kite whenever I went to see him.

What I didn’t expect this time around was to find him almost dead. Or...I guess completely dead.

I had gotten a call from one of his junkie friends - also nothing new. He sounded frantic and scared as he tried to tell me there was something wrong with Nikki. I thought at first that maybe he was just too high and was freaking out because Nikki was also high, so I wasn’t too alarmed at first. I drove to the address that the guy had given me, convinced that I was going to have to carry Nikki back home yet again and nurse him through his heroin hangover.

When I showed up to the house and found it completely abandoned, a feeling of dread started to grow in me. I walked into the house to find Nikki on his own, passed out, with ghostly pale skin and dried vomit on his mouth and chest. My heart stopped as I fell next to Nikki and checked his pulse. When I couldn’t find one, I immediately called 911.

The ride to the hospital was mostly a blur. The paramedics let me ride with Nikki, but I was basically curled up in an anxiety filled ball as I watched them trying to operate on Nikki. Just when I had lost all hope of him being helped, one of the paramedics injected him with something and he gasped back to life.

Nikki was put in a hospital room to make sure the drugs fully left his system before he was discharged. They allowed me to stay with him since he had no other immediate family to call. I slept in the chair by his bedside while he went through his detox, which was probably the most uncomfortable I had ever been. But I didn’t want to leave until I knew Nikki was okay. I wanted him to wake up so I could tell him that I couldn’t keep doing this.

I was eating a bland hospital food meal when Nikki woke up. I watched him slowly come to life before taking in his surroundings. He turned his head and focused his attention on me.

“(Y/N)? Where am I?” he asked.

“The hospital,” I responded. “Do you remember much about last night?”

He shook his head. “I don’t remember anything.”

“You...um...well, you overdosed, Nik. Your heart stopped and everything. One of the paramedics managed to re-start it in the ambulance.”

“Oh.” I couldn’t read his facial expression, but I assumed he was shocked by this news. Or at least I hoped he was.

I sat at the edge of my chair, looking down at my hands. I couldn’t look at him. The words bubbling in my throat were hard to get out.”

“Nik, I can’t do this anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

I started picking at my hands. My vision was becoming blurry, but I refused to let Nikki see. I had to remain strong so I didn’t back down from this decision.

“I can’t keep watching you nearly kill yourself with drugs. I can’t keep finding you high out of your mind and having to take care of you until you’re well enough to shoot up again.”

“What are you saying, (Y/N)?”

I took a deep breath and forced out, “I can’t be friends with you while you’re like this, Nikki. I can’t keep doing this to myself.”

Silence filled the room. I was picking at a hangnail on my thumb until I accidentally made it bleed. I stuck my thumb in my mouth to try and combat the bleeding, which resulted in me finally looking up at Nikki. He was looking at me with sad eyes. I was a little caught off guard by the reaction and felt guilt building inside of me.

“You...you don’t want to be friends anymore?” he asked. “(Y/N), we’ve been friends since we were in diapers. You really want to end all that?”

I nodded. “I have to, Nikki. I can’t do this anymore. This isn’t good for me, and I can’t come to your rescue and worry that I’m going to find you dead permanently.”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“I didn’t think so either, until I walked into a crack house to find you unresponsive and alone.”

“That’s because those idiots left me. That won’t happen again.”

I shook my head. My guilt was quickly being replaced with anger. He wasn’t understanding what I was saying. He wasn’t understanding the severity of the situation I had found him in the night before. He wasn’t going to get clean, he was just thinking about when he could get his next high.

I had to get out of there. I was no longer worried that I would go back on my decision, but rather I was worried of what I might say while angry. I got up from my chair, my body aching from being there for so long, and collected my things to leave.

“So this is it?” Nikki questioned as I headed for the door. “A lifetime of friendship and you’re throwing it away while I’m recovering from a near death experience?”

“Don’t give me that shit, Nikki!” I snapped. “It wouldn’t have been a near experience if it weren’t for me! In fact, there has probably been a number of times I’ve saved your ass. And do I get so much as a ‘thank you, (Y/N)’, ‘I appreciate you, (Y/N)’, ‘I’ll stop taking drugs and nearly killing myself, (Y/N)’?”

“I never asked you to do any of that.”

“No, you didn’t, but I still did. Because I love you. And I can’t watch the man I love killing himself anymore!”

The silence that hung between us was thicker now. I felt a wetness on my cheek as I realized I had finally let the tears start falling. This was exactly what I hadn’t wanted to say, but now it was out there and I couldn’t take it back.

I quickly threw myself out of Nikki’s hospital room. I made a beeline for the elevator, trying to put as much distance between me and that room as I could.

At least admitting my feelings made it easier for him to let me go, I thought to myself.

The sudden sound of hospital machines beeping followed by voices yelling drew my attention back to Nikki’s room. The brunette rock star was trying to shove past the number of hospital staff that was trying to coax him back into his room.

“Sir, you’re still detoxing, you have to go back to your room until the doctor discharges you,” a nurse was saying as she tried to push Nikki back into his room.

“I’ll go back in if she comes with me,” Nikki said, pointing towards me.

I felt my face heat up with embarrassment as the staff looked at me. “Nikki, you have to finish your treatment. Go back in and I’ll come see you when you’re better.”

“I don’t believe you,” he said. “I think if you walk out now that I’ll never see you again, and you can’t leave me after what you just told me.”

It felt like my throat was closing over from trying to hold back the fresh tears welling in my eyes. I managed to choke out, “I can’t.”

Nikki finally managed to break away from the staff trying to restrain him and rushed over to me. Before I could realize what he was doing, his hands were grabbing my face and his lips were on mine. It was far from being the picture perfect kiss you see in romantic comedies. It was rough and almost felt desperate. But it was a kiss, and I couldn’t help but get lost in it because it was something I had been dreaming of for years.

It was broken up when two hospital guards appeared and grabbed Nikki, forcing him away from me and back to his room. He tried to fight against them, but when he saw that I was following them now he stopped and allowed them to put him back in his bed and hook him back up to the machines he had been attached to.

I sat back down in the uncomfortable chair and we were right back to where we had been moments before, as if the last ten minutes hadn’t happened at all.

“So,” I started, “was that...real?”

He gave me a funny look. “How could it not be real?”

“I don’t know, it could’ve just been a tactic to get me to come back into the room.”

Nikki chuckled a little. “You don’t think there’s even the smallest possibility that I did that because I also have feelings for you and I didn’t want you to walk away without me telling you that?”

I shrugged my shoulder, which caused him to laugh again. “You’re so cute.”

It was hard not to smile when he said that, but I quickly wiped the smile from my face. “I still mean what I said, though. This admitting that we have feelings for one another isn’t going to change my mind. If anything, I’m much more firm on my decision that I’m not going to sit around and watch you kill yourself.”

Nikki sighed and nodded his head. “I know. I have a problem, (Y/N). I didn’t want to admit it, but I always knew that I did. I crashed Tommy’s wedding because I was high, I’ve ruined friendships, I almost died. I almost lost you. It’s just not worth it anymore. I can’t keep living like this.”

I moved closer to his bed and took his hand in mine. When his eyes met with mine I felt like my breath was taken away. He was always so handsome, even now when he was being his most vulnerable with me. Especially now that he was being his most vulnerable with me.

“We’ll get you help, Nik,” I told him. “There’s plenty of good rehab facilities you can go to, or you can try and do it on your own without the help of professionals. Either way, I’m going to be by your side every step of your recovery.”

“And when I’m clean, I’m going to do what I should’ve done a very long time ago and I’m going to take you out on a proper date.”

I smiled again at him and said, “It sounds like a deal.”

#nikki sixx #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx x reader #Douglas Booth #douglas booth imagine #douglas booth x reader #the dirt #Motley Crue #motley crue imagine #netflix #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[xsixxx]

GUYS I DID IT I WROTE THE NEXT CHAPTER & IM PRETTY SURE ITS TRASH BCOS ITS BEEN 3 YEARS & IM RUSTY AS FUCK AT THIS BUT IM GONNA POST IT AHHHH

#motley crue #nikki sixx #vince neil #tommy lee #mick mars #the dirt #motley crue fandom #motley crue fanfic #the dirt imagine #the dirt fanfic

[sivilvendetta]

I love this crinkly duck doctor.

Scene from chapter 3 of Spook's Season where Reader is stuck in Halloweentown and taken care of by the Pumpkin King, Jack Skellington.

#the nightmare before christmas #jack skellington x reader #jack skellington #reader insert #x reader #reader #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #dr. finklestein #you might as well be the dirt the doctor wheels over #the doctor says a solid “fuck you idiot” #tongue gets yeeted #halloween #halloweentown #fanart #the nightmare before christmas fanart

[myrddin-wylt]

had a hetalia dream last night, and it was surprisingly coherent. it was during the start of the Great Rapprochement between the US and UK, I think specifically 1899 for some reason.

in any case, Arthur and Matthew were dead set on improving their relationship with Alfred, who wanted none of it. and in the midst of them pestering Alfred on potential Family Bonding Activities, Alfred, in an attempt to get them to go 'absolutely not' and hopefully give up, told them he was too busy and already had plans to do a cross-country cattle drive; and to make it really unappealing, the cattle trail in question was the Goodnight-Loving trail (that's what it's called!) from central Texas to Cheyenne, Wyoming. ie, this monstrosity

this is so fucking funny to me because I've done road trips through the Llano Estacado portion (Texas-New Mexico) and the entire drive just looks like hours upon hours of just

absolutely fucking nothing out there. 700 miles of dull. sometimes a plateau in the distance.

for some reason, maybe naïvety or lack of foresight, this did not dissuade Arthur and Matthew, who immediately invited themselves along. so it was the three of them, along with Ana María 🇲🇽, and, bizarrely enough, Natalya (who was like in hiding as a fugitive because she did something to piss off the Russian tsar???) and a few other cowboys. the rest of the dream was them roughing it for 700 miles as Arthur and Matthew had the time of their lives and Alfred spent the whole trip trying to not kill everyone and then himself.

#silly #there was one point in the dream where Arthur and Matthew got really into campfire songs #and this is obviously like. country-country folk music #and Alfred got so fucking mad he left camp and just like slept in the dirt with the cattle #would be a fun fanfic #hws america #hws canada #hws england #hws mexico #hws belarus

[sourwolf-sterek32]

The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

Or

A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

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

Word Count: 4k

Trigger Warning- language, mentions of past child abuse and past self-harm

Previous Chapter

Chapter 21- Mötley fuckin' Crüe

A week later, you and Nikki were pulling up in front of Tommy's double story mansion across town.

"What are you going to say to him?" You asked, climbing out the car.

Nikki shrugged, "first an apology."

You simply nodded before you walked up the tall stairs to his front door taking two at a time before Nikki knocked. A moment later, Tommy pulled the door open with a cigarette between his lips and a look of surprise on his face.

"Hey, guys." He greeted hesitantly, glancing between you and Nikki unsure what was happening.

"What I did at your wedding..." Nikki began to say causing the confusion on the drummer to double. "I didn't... know... how to do that. How to be there."

"What's up, Nikki?" Tommy asked stopping the bassist struggling with his apology.

"I was really fucking selfish, and I shit on something that was important to you, and I am really sorry."

Tommy glanced over at you briefly before focusing back on Nikki. "I know you pretty well, Sixx, so... I kinda get it. And it's okay. But can you say that last part one more time for me?"

"Don't fucking push it, T-bone." Nikki shook his head with a smirk.

You and Tommy began to laugh before the drummer stepped to the side allowing you both to walk through the front door.

"I heard you and Heather broke up."

Tommy nodded, "yeah."

"I'm sorry, man." Nikki grabbed his shoulder with a small squeeze.

"Knew I'd get you to say it again." Tommy grinned with a laugh.

"Fuck you." Nikki removed his hand while trying not to smile.

Your eyes widened in shock not having realised that him and Heather had broken up. But of course, they would have. Heather would've seen the magazine with the photo of her husband kissing another girl on the front page. And not just any girl. It was you. It was the girl that Tommy would hang around with backstage. The girl he'd lean against during shows. The girl he asked to be his groomsman. The girl he ditched their honeymoon for. No wonder Heather was gone.

"Fuck, Tommy, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have-" You began to apologise before he cut you off.

"It's okay."

"It's not okay. Heather broke up with you because of me. I mean, fuck, you were married for seven years and-"

"Y/N, look at me." Tommy instructed, stepping in front of you and pinching your chin gently between his thumb and index finger before tilting your head up until you met his eyes. "It's okay." He repeated.

"How is that okay?"

Tommy sighed, glancing over your shoulder at Nikki. The two of them had a silent conversation you weren't privy to before his warm hazel eyes met yours once again.

"Because I've been in love with you since high school."

Out of everything you thought Tommy might have said, that was not on the list. That wasn't even on the draft of the fucking list.

Holy shit.

You opened your mouth to respond but no words came out.

"Kiss her, man." Nikki said from behind you, giving the drummer the permission he needed before Tommy tilted your chin up higher and he leant down capturing your lips with his.

You melted against his mouth and cupped his face with your hands deepening the kiss before pulling away and glancing over at Nikki who was smiling.

"Alright. We're going on a mission." He declared holding his hand out towards you.

You grabbed Nikkis hand before taking Tommys in your other and the three of you walked out the house towards Nikki's car.

It was time to go get Mick Mars.

Apparently, Mick just had hip replacement surgery, so you drove out to the hospital to pick him up.

You leant against the side of the car between Nikki and Tommy, and the look on Micks face when he saw the three of you together was priceless.

"About time you three got your shit together." Was his form of greeting as a nurse wheeled him out the front doors on a wheelchair.

You smirked pushing yourself away from the car and walked towards him.

"It's good to see you, Mick."

The older man smiled, "you too, kid."

"How's that new hip, dude? Feel like The Terminator now or some shit?" Tommy asked heading straight for the handles of the wheelchair.

"Touch the chair and I'll terminate you, Drummer." Mick threatened pointing at him.

Tommy quickly raised his hands and stepped back before Mick thanked the nurse behind him and slowly stood up out the wheelchair.

You took a step forward with your hand out, Nikki doing the same unsure how steady he would be on his feet, but the older man simply waved you both off and began walking to the car.

"Stop looking at me like that. Let's go get our fucking singer back already."

-

Locating Vince Neil was harder than you anticipated.

He wasn't at his house and after using the spare key to get inside, it was clear that he hadn't been home for a while.

"Where the hell is he?" Tommy asked, looking around and you had a sinking feeling you knew where your brother had ended up.

Moonshadow's bar downtown.

When Skylar was sick, that was where he went every single night and when she passed, he practically lived there. That place was like a second home to him at that point.

You thought rehab had helped him. He sounded fine when you spoke to him on the phone not long ago, but your brother was still suffering.

"Shit." You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands causing the guys to all look over at you. "I think I know where he is."

The four of you climbed back into Nikki's car and before you knew it, you were heading towards the front door of the small quiet bar. But before you pushed it open, you paused and turned to face the guys.

"Look... just let me talk to Vince first, okay? I-I don't know how he'll react."

They all nodded in agreement before you turned and entered the building.

There were a few people seated at various booths and tables, but there was one man sitting at the bar and there was no mistaking that long blonde hair anywhere. The guys remained by the door, for once actually listening to you, while you walked straight across the room towards your brother.

"You got company." The bartender warned, eyeing you and the guys by the door cautiously.

Vince glanced over his shoulder in confusion before his eyes met yours and he sighed, turning back around staring down at his glass of Jack and coke.

"I-I'm not drinking like I was. Don't worry. This is my only drink even ask him." Vince said defensively motioning up at the bartender.

"It's true. He refuses to let me serve him more than one drink."

You nodded, a little relieved to hear that because for a moment you feared your brother had really fallen off the wagon again.

"I'm proud of you." You admitted, sitting down on the stool beside him before leaning over and resting your head on his shoulder. "And I love you."

Vince didn't say anything to that but tilted his head until it was resting against the top of yours.

"How's your hand?" You asked after a moment, looking down at his scarred knuckles wrapped around his glass.

"Healed." He answered letting go of the glass and squeezing his hand in and out of a fist. "I should have never let dad touch you again. I should have seen it coming and-"

"Vin, it's not your fault."

"It kinda feels like my fault."

You lifted your head from his shoulder and turned in your seat to face him properly.

"It's not your fault." You insisted, reaching over and grabbing his arm. "I'm a grown woman. I can take care of myself."

"Yeah? Well, I'm your big brother. It's my job to protect you and I failed, again."

"You can't protect me from everything, big brother." You whispered, mimicking your words from the day you both ran away from home.

Vince smiled sadly catching on before repeating his own words too, "I can try."

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes while Vince sipped at his drink savouring his one alcoholic beverage before you glanced over your shoulder at the others and nodded them over.

"Vin, the guys are here. They wanna talk to you."

That had your brothers head snapping around so fast, "what? No. Y/N, I don't think-"

"We just wanna talk, Vinnie. That's it." Nikki explained calmly reaching the bar, but your brother just stared down at his glass refusing to look at him. "Come on, Vinnie."

Mick suddenly reached out and placed a firm but gentle hand on your brother's shoulder causing him to flinch.

"Let's talk." Mick said.

Vince glanced over at you hesitantly and you gave him a small reassuring nod causing your brother to let out a deep sigh.

"Okay."

The group of you moved over to a table at the far side of the bar away from everyone else. You sat down between Nikki and Tommy while Mick grabbed some soda for you all and placed it on the table while Nikki spoke.

"I was scared." Nikki admitted, looking at Vince beside him. "After what happened with Razzle, I was scared that I was losing the only thing that ever mattered to me."

"Yeah, your band." Vince muttered.

"No. No. This." Nikki explained motioning to all of you around the table. "Look, we went to war together. Shit changes, people change, but I don't fucking care if Mötley Crüe never plays another note. All I want is my fucking brother back. Because this is the only family that I've ever known."

"We love you, Vin. Okay, fuck, I love ya." Tommy added.

"And I am sorry about Skylar, man." Nikki said gently.

Vince lowered his head avoiding everyone's eyes as his body started to shake and you knew your brother was trying not to cry at the mention of his daughter.

"It's against the laws, man." Vince sobbed, shaking his head. "It's against the fucking rules of the universe."

Your own eyes began to fill with tears as you stared at your brother struggling to hold it together before Mick wrapped his arm around him and that was all it took before Vince started to cry.

"Hey." Nikki soothed, resting his hand on Vince's shoulder.

"We got you, brother." Mick whispered, holding him. "We got you, brother."

Tommy suddenly pulled you into his side while you silently cried, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your back. Tears trickled down your face in a heavy stream despite how hard you tried to stop them, and Nikki reached over with his free hand and grabbed yours on the table giving it a small squeeze for comfort.

Eventually, the tears came to an end. Vince managed to get a hold of himself while you sniffed quietly. Your brother glanced over at you noticing your tear-streaked face before he looked at Tommys arm around you and Nikki's hand holding yours.

"Look, Vince-" Nikki quickly began to say, but your brother cut him off.

"You three together?"

Mick stiffened from across the table fearful that this might be the breaking point for Mötley Crüe. If Vince couldn't accept it, that was it. There was no coming back for Mötley Crüe and the older man knew it. You all knew it.

"I love them, Vince." You began to say before either of them had a chance to open their mouths and say something stupid.

A look of shock washed over your brothers face at those words. He knew that the three of you used to hook up and you eventually told him about the miscarriage. But Vince probably just assumed that it was a casual thing between the three of you. He didn't know that you were in love, and you hoped like hell that piece of new information wouldn't make him any madder than he already was.

You loved Nikki and Tommy.

You loved them both so fucking much, and you were done trying to hide it.

"Yeah, I love them." You continued to say. "And I know you don't approve of that. And we shouldn't have snuck around behind your back way back when, and for that, I'm sorry. But I can't change how I feel."

Vince remained worriedly silent for quite some time while he looked between the three of you carefully.

Tommy and Nikki seemed too frightened to speak which was probably a good thing and Mick was sitting there holding his breath, waiting to see what would happen.

"You guys love each other?" Vince eventually asked, his tone forcefully neutral as he glanced between you all.

"We do, man." Tommy answered without hesitation. "I know your sister is off limits, but we love her, dude. This isn't just some fling or something. We love her."

"He's right." Nikki backed up, Vince's eyes shooting over to the bassist. "Look, man. I've never felt the way I feel about your sister with anyone. I love her, and I'm not going to apologise for it. If you want to walk away, we aren't going to stop you."

"Or you can come back and Mötley Crüe can start playing again." Mick spoke up, resting his hand on Vince's shoulder.

Your brother glanced over at the older man briefly before shifting his focus back to the guys beside you taking in Tommys arm around your back and Nikki's hand still holding yours against the table.

Your heart felt like it was beating out of its chest in anticipation until your brother eventually nodded.

"Let's make some fucking music."

-

After announcing Mötley Crüe were back with Vince Neil as their lead singer, the first show sold out within an hour of tickets going on sale.

"Tommy, sit still or I'm gonna ruin your makeup." You warned from where you were literally sitting in his lap trying to apply his eyeliner, but he kept tapping his foot. "God, I forgot how fidgety you used to be before a show."

"I can't help it. I get nervous." He said defensively but managed to stop moving his foot so you could finish.

You lowered the eyeliner and stared at his beautiful hazel eyes making sure they were both perfectly even before you nodded at your handy work in approval.

"Can I move now, baby?"

"Yes, but be careful not to smudge-"

His lips crashed against yours before you could finish that sentence. It was rushed and needy, but perfect all at once.

You tossed the eyeliner in the general direction of the desk before resting your hand over his bare chest. Your fingers traced over the new tattoos that weren't there the last time you were on tour together. His hand shifted down to your waist, sliding up under your jacket until his warm fingers found your skin and he kept his hand there while you kissed him back needily.

The door to your dressing room suddenly opened causing the two of you to pull apart. You looked over your shoulder to find Nikki walking inside now dressed in his leather pants and new black jacket. His signature warpaint stripes were on his face along with a bandana around his forehead.

"Looking good, Sixx." You whistled as he closed the door behind himself, his cheeks blushing a little at your compliment.

You glanced back over at Tommy who was still holding you in his lap and now had red lipstick smeared over his lips.

"I need to wipe this off." You said reaching up to his mouth, but he grabbed your hand before you could do it.

"Leave it. It'll remind me of you."

Your heart swelled at that small gesture before Nikki walked over to the two of you and spun the chair you were both occupying around until you were facing him.

"Your look is missing something." Nikki observed looking your new outfit up and down.

It was just a simple pair of leather pants with chains hanging from the belt loops and a sleeveless red lacy top that probably showed too much skin and cleavage, but neither of the guys commented on it not wanting to control what you wore which you appreciated.

"Close your eyes for me." Nikki instructed.

You raised your eyebrows, "um, why?"

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life." You answered without hesitation.

"Close your eyes."

You nodded and closed your eyes before Nikki's hand cupped the side of your face gently and then you felt him drawing a small line along your left cheek bone.

There was no mistaking what that mark was.

"T-bone. What do you think?" Nikki asked tilting your head to the side so Tommy could see.

"She's fucking beautiful, man."

"Yeah, she is." Nikki agreed before he lowered his hand from your face, and you felt the chair start to turn again. "Open your eyes, princess."

Slowly, you blinked your eyes open to find yourself now facing the mirror on the desk. Your eyes shifted down to the singular black stripe of warpaint on your cheek that was identical to what you used to have all those years ago.

You smiled at the mirror, "like old times."

Nikki and Tommy both met your gaze through the mirror with bright smiles.

The faded scars on your face and upper arm from the car crash back in 1984 were traced with glitter like you used to do on tour. However, the healed scars on your wrist were covered with bracelets.

You fiddled with the bracelets for a moment before catching sight of the clock on the wall behind.

"It's show time." You announced, climbing off Tommy's lap before shrugging off your leather jacket and throwing it onto the desk. "You boys ready?"

Tommy nodded, "hell yeah."

"Let's do it." Nikki grinned.

You followed the guys out the dressing room and down the long narrow corridor towards the stage before you knocked on Mick's dressing room door as you passed.

"Mick, it's time!" You shouted before walking over to your brother's door and knocking. "Vin, let's roll!"

Nikki then threw his arm around your shoulders while he walked, Tommy off to his other side fiddling with his drumsticks. Mick came out his room joining you down the corridor wearing his long black coat and top hat and then Vince stepped out in his leather pants and black muscle shirt.

The five of you walked down the corridor in sync together.

Vince wrapped his arms around you and Nikki with a bright smile spreading across his face. Tommy sprung himself in the air with one hand on Micks shoulder and another on Nikki's as he jumped up excitingly causing you all to laugh as you made your way towards the stage.

You slipped free from Vince and Nikki as you rounded the corner towards the backstage stairs and paused at the base of them watching the guys all walk up towards the stage.

A swell of love and pride washed over you.

Whenever Tommy sat down behind his drums and Nikki picked up his bass, and Mick plugged in his guitar, something always happened. It was like the air thickened with excitement. You couldn't put your finger on it, but it was like a weird kind of electrical humidity. You didn't just hear it, you felt it. Then Vince would scream the first few words of a song and all you could think was, 'we're home.'

You were a lot older now but some days you still felt eighteen with these guys.

This band had outlived wives and girlfriends, managers, record companies, agents- everything but itself.

From living in the Mötley House along the Sunset Strip and playing at the Whiskey to this moment... Mötley Crüe had fucking made it.

Nikki suddenly stopped halfway up the stairs noticing you were missing and turned in confusion. His smoky eyes locked with yours and he held his hand out towards you. You jogged up the steps and took his hand with a small squeeze.

"You did it. Mötley Crüe are back." You smiled proudly at him. "This is our life."

"If life was a song, then meeting you was the best verse." Nikki whispered in your ear before he placed a tender kiss to your lips.

You closed your eyes savouring the moment before Nikki pulled away with a bright smile on his face. His hand squeezed yours gently before he led you up the stairs catching up with the others just as you reached the stage and the crowd erupted.

Vince threw his hands up in the air enthusiastically. Tommy and Mick holding up devil horns while you stared out at the stadium full of people in front of you. The crowd was screaming and cheering louder than you had ever heard it as Nikki held your joined hands up to the sky.

After everything the band had been through together. All the years of fights, drugs, alcohol, criticism, heartbreak... after everything, they were still here.

That's fate.

That's family.

And that's Mötley fuckin' Crüe.

-

...THE END

-

A/N: I'm actually crying...

I didn't think I'd get emotional about this. It's just a fanfic, it's a fake story... but it's also real. It's based on true events from the band we all know and love, but to me, writing this story has been like a lifeline. And now it's over and I have no idea what to do.

From listening to Girls Girls Girls in my dad's car on the way to school when I was a kid... to 15 years later and I'm blasting Kickstart My Heart in my own car driving to work... then fast forward a couple years to the 14th of November 2023, I'm standing at Marvel Stadium in Melbourne over 1,5000km away from home with my dad watching Mötley Crüe live in concert.

Seeing Mötley Crüe in person... seeing Nikki Sixx on stage playing his bass... seeing Tommy Lee unleash on the drums... hearing Vince Neil scream the songs I grew up listening to and hearing John 5 tearing it up on his guitar carrying on Mick Mars' legacy... words cannot do justice to how fucking amazing those couple of hours were.

In 2022, I moved to a small country town for my career. I live alone. I have no friends or family in this town, they all live over 8 hours away. I'm introvert with bad social anxiety and I like being alone. I like my own space and having my own house, but it hurts sometimes being this lonely, but Mötley Crüe have helped me. From their music to their books, to their movie; The Dirt, to all their YouTube interviews and documentaries to their social media presence. Mötley Crüe have made me feel less lonely. They have helped me in so many ways and I owe everything to them.

I know I'm rambling, but Mötley Crüe, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars and John 5 have saved my life. Sure, to some that might seem stupid and pathetic. Mötley Crüe don't know me. They never will. But they have impacted my life so much and I would not be here typing these words if it wasn't for them. 

So, from the bottom of my heart, I want to thank them.

I don't know what the future holds.

Mötley Crüe are doing some shows in America this year and releasing new music soon (I am so fucking excited to hear it) and according to Nikki on Twitter/X, the band will be back to touring in 2025.

Now, I don't know if that means they will come back to Australia or not, but just the thought... just the mere chance and possibility that Mötley Crüe might be back in my country that is enough to keep going. It is enough to get me out of bed in the mornings and go to work. It is enough for me to keep fighting and I know I will get judged for it but fuck anyone who hates on me for saying that because this band means more to me than you will ever know.

ANYWAY...

When I first started writing this, I never imaged anyone would even read it. I was purely writing this for myself, but I am so so happy that many of you have loved and resonated with this story and Y/N Neil.

Out all the fanfics I've ever written this one means the most to me. Thank you for coming along on this journey. I have had a blast writing this and at the moment, this story is finished, but who knows what the future holds ❤️

This is Sourwolf_sterek32 signing off. Until next time, stay safe everyone. I'm going to go cry and rewatch The Dirt for the hundredth time to make myself feel better xx

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Soukoku ramble because Empire of dirt broke me and I can’t recover unless I get this out of my system.

Skk with the kind of love where Chuuya is Dazai’s sun every morning, is his coffee, his breath in the winter air, his warmth on a cold day, his moon on a lonely night. Chuuya is in the fibre of Dazai’s being, and he might have been too late.

Because Chuuya is gone, and so is the sun that used to shine through his window, his coffee doesn’t taste like anything anymore, there are cloudy nights and his breath always catches in his lungs struggling to come out.

Chuuya was his life, he was in his heartbeat and he was in every blink of his eyes. He doesn’t need his eyes if they won’t take in Chuuya in all of his glory, laughing at something Dazai said. He doesn’t need his breath if Chuuya is not there to take it away with kisses.

That’s what Dazai thinks for the last time as he closes his eyes, to never open them again in this world without Chuuya. As he takes his last breath in a world with no kisses left to chase.

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