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[dracoladon-former]

slow disco *part three (brian may x reader)

plot: after a summer spent in italy falling in love with a delicately voiced, curley haired guitarist, you’ve finally convinced yourself to put brian may behind you. that is, until he turns up at your college - and he’s not unaccompanied

warnings: swearing, smoking, alcohol, angst

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taglist: @luvborhap @good-old-fashioned-lover-boyy @honimello @katiekitty261 @onevision198091 @missqueeniewrites @shishterfackisback @melynaam @benuendo crossed tags wouldn’t take - sorry!

masterlist // part 1 part 2

the uncanny: defined by freud as something strangely familiar, rather than simply unknown. what reminds one of their own repressed impulses - makes one aware of the disturbing omnipotence of thought.

you’d never quite understood the concept when learning it as a convention of gothic literature in sixth form. but now, you get what the austrian fucker was on about.

the uncanny. that’s what you feel as your eyes lock with the man before you. there’s a familiarity - of course there is. you know this person - you’ve met with every intricacy of him that there is. and yet, there’s an unsettling, almost ominous foreignness.

his face is the same but deeper, though you don’t know quite how. the slopes and curves are unchanged, but the expression beneath them is decidedly different. and you know, you know, you’ve been standing at the door for too long without saying anything. but you simply can’t stop staring at him.

he’s a flurry of contradictions - pink lips framing a smile that’s sweet, yet reserved. delicately high cheekbones wreathed with surprisingly masculine sideburns. a sharp, aquiline nose softened by the pronounced curve of his cupid’s bow. your gaze on the ethereal fragility of his features seems almost invasive, as if they’re too precious for your eyes.

as you begin to flicker them away, he opens his mouth, the movement drawing you back. he finally breaks the silence, voice low and measured, with a simple statement of your name. there’s a slight intonation - perhaps fondness, perhaps surprise.

you clear your throat, mimicking his tone with a little more softness.

“brian.”

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[4jays]

this story is just so so underrated. it's been a long while since i've been able to get really involved with a fic. the way you write is just absolutely incredible and you are immensely gifted. also the fact you don't use uppercase letters really makes me feel at ease and relaxed.

[4jays]

Love for Mercury - Queen/The Outsiders AU

Introduction - So obviously this is a The Outsiders inspired story. You don’t have to watch the movie to understand this at all except knowing what Greasers and Socs are. If you haven’t read the book or watched the movie, please do it’s amazing. But for those who don’t know I will give a vocabulary.

Social (aka Soc) - a gang full of the rich upper class kids from the West-side. They’re known for jumping Greasers and being very aggressive towards them. But please understand not every Soc is bad! They are also known for having plenty of nice cars, most preferably mustangs and wear madras shirts.

Greaser - a gang of the “poor” side on the East-side. They are known for stealing, robbing, and fights.

Fuzz - police

Heater - gun

Rumble - a gang fight

Tuff - to be rough or cool

Tough - tough, but it holds more value to them

Cancer-stick/weed - cigarettes

Cooler - jail

(there’s more but it’s mostly just self explanatory, these are the ones that may confuse people without any good context)

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Summary: Freddie is a typical greaser in a typical gang. He’s got his closest friends by his side and the only thing against him are the Socs and police. Everything’s completely normal up until one Soc catches his eye and completely throws everything off track. That Soc with his damn beautiful smile.

Words: 1,823

Warnings: some mentions of violence, gangs

A/N: So a lot of you maybe be surprised by the way I described the characters. John is not soft like Johnny in The Outsiders. He is not some puppy dog who’s quiet. I’ve mixed his character with his modest traits and the crazy side of John everyone seems to ignore, John is tough just like a Greaser. Roger is not super aggressive in this, it’s been known he’s been a victim of domestic violence and doesn’t like hurting people. A lot of people’s misunderstand his short temper (ex. throwing a tv out the window) with him abusing and punching people. So he’s kind of like the Ponyboy/Johnny or even Sodapop Greaser, don’t like fights as much but if the time is needed. Brian isn’t the always collected one. He’s going to be just as wild as the rest. So many people think he and John were angels. Deep down we all knows that’s a lie, they have crazy stories too but everyone chooses to ignore. I’m also trying to show the underrated friendships of BoRhap and Queen. I hope you enjoy this and that it’s original. If this gets a decent amount of likes/reblogs/feedback I’ll make more parts.

Taglist: @shesadramaqueen @eliniei @rxleplaybuddy @fruityfreddie

*please reblog. It’ll really help me out*

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Freddie sat on the corner curb outside the convenient store, with his legs spread out and his elbows resting on his knees. He took slow long drags of his Silk Cut cigarette and blew the smoke into the thin hair. He watched it dance in stringy grey clouds before eventually fading out. Freddie was abruptly taken out of his trance when he heard someone yell his name in the distance. Down the street he watched a blonde boy staggering his way over, carrying a large brown paper bag. Freddie turned, pulling the cigarette to his plump pink lips before flicking it out onto the road. Before he could greet the boy, he fell flat on his face and the bag went flying forward, along with it’s continents. He propped himself up on his elbows and crawled to retrieve the spoiled food. “You’re bothering me,” Freddie sighed, “what do you need?”

“I thought you might be hungry,” he replied as he lifted a bag of apples. The plastic bag that surrounded them was punctured and the skins of the fruits were scraped, but it didn’t stop Roger from taking a large bite. His teeth sunk through the red layer, followed by a loud crunch as he began to chew. “No, thanks,” Freddie politely declined, losing his appetite after seeing moldy cheese and a half empty bottle of ketchup slipping from Roger’s arms. “I stole it all from Deaky, I didn’t expect it to be so old,” Roger admitted, absently reading Freddie’s mind.

Freddie was glad to see his friend come along. He was beginning to get rather bored before he came and was looking for something to do. He stood up, brushing the dirt off his black leather pants as he took into a stride with Roger following behind. He struggled keeping everything in the paper bag. “Where we headed,” Roger asked as he raced to catch up with Fred. “Down to Bri’s trailer.”

There was an abandoned construction site near Brian’s and John’s houses, where they left an old camper next to the river and under the bridge. It was Brian’s idea to fix it up and use it as a hang out to get away from parents, cops, Socs, or to just have some fun without judgement. Nobody but Greasers knew where it was. Roger and Deaky decorated it to their tasting, determined to make it look as tuff as possible. It still looked dingy, the once soft tan was now growing an ugly green and brown mix. Vines were slowly creeping their way up and into the roof.

Freddie and Roger made their way over, walking through a small alleyway. It was full of trash littered along the side of the brick buildings. In the distance there were dogs barking, which Roger refused to admit aloud frightened him. Eventually the boys were greeted by the large open field full of old construction tools and debris. The soil was loose and left uneven from all the digging left behind. None of the boys quite knew why they just abandoned it, but they sure were grateful. They stood outside the door and waited impatiently. “Knock,” Freddie demanded as he rubbed his arms, feeling slightly cold from the autumn breeze. Roger knocked on the trailer door with their secret pattern. It was used to be sure it was a Greaser and nobody else.

There was a long silence before they heard the lock click. John stood before them, leaned over and holding the door open. A cigarette was held loosely between his lips. He wore a raggy white tank top and baggy jeans covered in dirt stains. John was the definition of a tuff looking Greaser. He always looked hard but soft at the same time. Perhaps he dressed rough looking to make up for the fact he was rather shy. He didn’t speak too often around other people besides those he confided in. When they all first met John, he was very timid and silent. But Freddie took the time to know him and eventually he opened up to others more.

John took a step back to let Roger and Freddie walk in. Brian was sitting in the booth with a hand full of cards and a pile across from him. John closed the door and made his way back over to Brian, picking up his cards and placing one down. “What are you guys playing?” Roger leaned over John. He cocked an eyebrow as he studied the game. “Poker,” John replied, unenthusiastic.

“Well, in that case,” Roger said as he pointed at the cards, “Put those down.” Brian rolled his eyes and glanced over at Freddie. He was sitting on a small dingy loveseat playing with the zipper of his leather jacket.

He was too intune with his thoughts to register what was going on around him. He felt an odd sense of lonely and loss, a kind of misplacement around his friends. He didn’t quite understand it, but it wasn’t just something you come out and say. Not to a Greaser, never. They were tough and hard, and they didn’t need anybody. Or at least what the gang had been told and raised upon.

“Want me to deal you in?” Brian placed a few more cards down and began to focus back on his game. “Nah,” Freddie casually respond, successful in burying his feelings so no one would notice. “I was thinking about some pool down at the billiard.”

“I could go for a game of pool,” John sighed.

“That’s only because you’re losing,” Brian scoffed, his eyes scanning over the cards intently. Freddie walked over to them and leaned across the table to grab a cigarette box. It was old and worn, and there were only a few sticks left in it. He tossed it back considering it wasn’t his prefered flavor. John placed all his cards down and stretched back with his hands behind his head. “I believe Rami and Gwilym are over there as well playing a game,” John mentioned as he turned to Freddie. Roger jumped up and headed for the door, eager to go. “I don’t know about you wankers but I’m leaving.”

They all followed along and headed up a few blocks to a small red bricked building. It was sketchy looking, with vines growing all over and meaningless graffiti scribbled across.  Mostly older hard men went there to drink and kids in gangs. There were a lot of bar fights and rumbles. Police were never a block too far away and nobody but criminals walked on the streets. Civilized people didn’t associate with this part of town, it was full of all kinds of trouble. But Greasers thought it was tuff enough to spend time at. They were also able to get away with gambling, as long as you had the money to pay up. Otherwise you’d get jumped, and it wasn’t a fair fight either.

Roger and John got into it with some other Greasers because they scammed them in a game of cards. When they came back to the trailer they were all cut up bloody and bruised till they were stone black. Roger didn’t quite like fights or rumbles. He looked the worst. He didn’t go to school for three days straight and all he wore were sunglasses for about a week during winter. Nobody wanted to question it though because he got snappy. That was the last time Roger did anything like that. But if the time came or someone did something to one of his friends, Roger was sure to be there and stick up for them.

Roger pushed the door open and walked in with long tuff strides. Some people turned to see him as the rest of the gang followed in. Gwilym yelled over after he took his shot, smiling and surprised to see the boys. Roger ran over and took Gwil and Rami into a bear hug. “I didn’t know you guys were coming over,” Rami patted Roger on his back as he released. John came over and rested his elbows on Brian’s and Gwilym’s shoulders, “We were playing a game of poker.”

“Then John lost so we came over,” Brian added.

Freddie completely zoned out and turned to look at the bar. For some reason a boy standing with a group of Socs really stood out to him. It occurred to him that he may be a Soc as well. But Freddie couldn’t shake the feeling he got when he noticed him. The boy captivated Freddie in a way he never had been before. He had a similar build and jet black hair which was combed neatly behind his ears. He wore a yellow madras shirt and beige dress pants, along with the other boys wearing a similar get-up. The boy looked over his friend’s shoulder and for a split second they made eye contact. Freddie’s heart stopped for a solid second before beating rapidly out of his chest. He wanted this boy’s attention and he wanted it now. He noticed him smiling after his friends made a joke. A smile that utterly destroyed Freddie.

Roger looked over and playful shoved Freddie. “Mustangs and Madras. Mustang and Madras,” he mocked, snickering as slouched over. Rami bent over the pool table and shut one eye as he eyed up his shot. “They ain’t botherin’ nobody at the moment, until they come over. Let them be.” He hit a few balls, followed with loud clank as two went in. Freddie looked back at the boy. He must have been staring because he quickly looked away. Freddie was startled when Roger rested his hand on his shoulder. “What do you guys think about going out?”

Rami sighed and leaned himself against his pool stick, “I promised tonight Lucy and I would go see a movie at the drive-in.” Roger rolled his eyes and turned to John. He raised his brows as he waited for a response.“John?” He rubbed his face and gave him a smug smirk. “Double date,” he simply replied. Roger gestured his arms out and turned to the last two boys. “Fred? Brian?”

“I don’t think I have anything going on tonight,” Brian pouted his lips and turned next him, “What about you Fred?” Freddie turned to Brian and shrugged with a sly smirk. “Then tonight it is.”

[tommynikkivincemick]

NIKKI // CANDIDS

[xsixxx]

Bad Influence - Chapter Seven

Authors Note: Sorry I’m so bad at trying to get these out quickly, I’m working on it, I swear! This is a pretty long one for me & it’s deep so sorry if it’s a little bit boring! Once again, I’ve finished this at 5am so if there are mistakes/it’s incoherent I’m sorry, I’ll proof read it when I wake up 😂 Feedback always welcome!

Warnings: Language, super duper angsty, bit of childhood trauma, Beth & Nikki up to their usual shit

Tags: @triplehaitches @freddiessmallnipples @queen-crue @scarecrowmax @lovesick-heart0 @littlesunnymoon @80sheart-strings @cranberribread @inthebackofmycarlaytheirbodies @deaconsroger @zoenicoles @crazysaladchopshop @ggorehorror @lunamadhatter99 @justtryingtoovercome @chaoticvybe @you-know-im-a-dreamer @eightiesrockbaby @valentines-in-london @xrosegoldwolfx @fupatroopaa @lilypetite88 @this-blog-must-be-the-place @ashleecrue @lauravic @dark-princess99

(There’s like no appropriate gif for this I swear so just enjoy one of Nikki looking cute)

(P.s as much as I love Douglas Booth & I will use The Dirt gifs, I fully picture actual Nikki when I write this, just for a little context 👏🏼)

*Nikkis POV*

“So what do you say?”

Beth looked hesisitant, but she couldn’t hide the excitement that danced in her eyes as my question lingered in the fraction of a space between our lips. I couldn’t stop the smirk from creeping across my face as I sensed her self control slip for just a moment, her eyes darting to my lips. I could see her wrestling with that darker side of herself that wanted to give in & surrender herself to me

She bit her lip in a poor attempt at self-discipline & her doey brown eyes fixed back on mine with a look of delicious purity that made my leather pants a little tighter.

Fuck, I wanted to kiss her so badly.

But I wouldn’t give in, that was the point. It had to be all her.

Beth knew I was bad for her. As she stood there in front of me, I could tell that every logical part of her brain was screaming at her to walk away, to slap me, to yell at me, to do something to keep me away. She knew I was a bad guy, she’d witnessed it firsthand when I fucked that delectably naive little sister of hers & yet, here she stood, visibly battling with her temptation, a breath away from relinquishing her self control & throwing herself at me. She wanted to do something bad for the first time in her life, just to see how good it felt. And damn, I’d make her feel good.

I wanted to prove that I was right, all those many months ago when I first laid eyes upon her elitist, yet enticing self in that diner; that even good, smart girls like Beth could fall from Grace if they were tempted with the right promises. And she was so close to falling, balancing so delicately on the edge I’d lead her up to. But I wasn’t going to push her, I wanted to watch her jump.

But she took a step back; both from the edge & from me. A dark, confident smirk, not too dissimilar from my own, spread across her dainty features, as she found her self-control firmly back in her grasp. She ran her tongue over her lower lip before pulling it back in between her teeth & biting down on it, knowing full well how good she looked doing it & her voice when she spoke was calm & sultry, velvety smooth with a slight edge. In that moment, she had emulated everything that she hated about me & I couldn’t help but smile.

“I say thank you, but no.” She smirked, raidiating arrogance. “I know what you’re trying to do Nikki.”

“And what is it I’m trying to do, little Angel?” I asked, feigning innocence as best I could.

“I know you’re being the devil on my shoulder, trying to tempt me. And damn, your promises make me wanna sin Nikki,” she paused as she took a second to look me up & down, a gleam of desire in those eyes, “Fuck, they really do.” She confessed. “But I’m sorry, I’m just not one of those girls.”

I let a low chuckle. “Beth, I just watched you cum in the bathroom of your work whilst being fucked by the lead singer of my band not 10 minutes ago.”

She scowled at me, her eyebrows furrowed together in annoyance. “I can have casual sex without being one of those girls,” she nodded behind me & I turned to see a a couple of giggling girls at the bar, sipping drinks & trying to catch my attention, flashing flirty smiles my way as they caught me eye. I’d definitely fucked the one. Maybe both. I couldn’t quite recall. “I’m allowed to enjoy sex Nikki, just because it’s with Vince doesn’t make me a groupie. I’m not sleeping with him because he’s in your precious band, I’m sleeping with him because it’s fun & a girl has needs.” She shrugged, defensively.

“So how come you won’t let me satisfy those needs for you, if it doesn’t mean anything?” I grinned.

“Because Sixx, you’re not a good guy & nothing with you could ever just be simple. Look at how you hurt my sister, for Christ sake.” Beth sighed, completely in control once again, shutting off to my deviant corruption. “You’re trying to play a game with me that I’m just not interested in playing, ok?”

“You’re only not interested in my game because you’re shutting yourself off from the side of you that would enjoy playing with me.” I pushed, flashing her a wicked smile, hoping I could pull her back into our little sexually charged exchange, but I could sense from the look that she gave me that the moment was over.

Beth sighed deeply, a look of exhaustion & confliction mixed into her delicate features. Her eyes, full of pain I didn’t understand, met mine one last time before she turned away.

“Goodnight Sixx.”

*Beths POV*

I knocked on the large oak front door & tapped my foot nervously as I waited for an answer, a large sponge cake balanced on top of 2 boxes, wrapped in bright blue wrapping paper that had “happy birthday!” garishly printed all over it.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw my little sisters face emerge from behind the door. Between me moving out & Maddie starting college, we hardly saw anything of each other & I’d missed her more than I’d realised. A wide grin spread across her face as she flung out her arms & ran to me, throwing them around my neck as she hugged me tightly, causing the precariously balanced cake to wobble dangerously.

“Watch it!” I chuckled, pulling away from her grip to catch the cake before it fell. I looked at Maddie, her eyes bright & brimming with tears. “Are you crying?!” I exclaimed.

“I’ve just really fucking missed you Beth!” She laughed, wiping the tears away.

“Madeline, language.” Came the gruff, sharp voice of my father who appeared in the doorway.

“Happy birthday Daddy!” I grinned at the sight of him & walked through the door & putting down the boxes to give him a hug. He pulled me in warmly & I suddenly felt like a kid again, wrapped up safely in the arms of my father & my nerves melted away. He stepped back & looked me up & down, frowning slightly. I blushed, pulling at the hem of my tshirt, my nerves flaring up once again. I’d dressed as conservatively as possible, knowing dad would have something to say if he caught on to my current lifestyle of rockstars, whiskey & the occasional line of cocaine.

“What?” I asked, flustered.

My dad shook his head, his frown disappearing & replaced with a friendly, but cautious smile. “Nothing, nothing. I just thought something just seemed a little different about you, but its nothing.” He finished, sounding unsure before gesturing for us to move into the living room.

I sat down awkwardly on the same beat up sofa that me & Maddie used to build forts on when we were kids & looked around the room. My eyes scanned all the knick knacks & framed photographs that I’d seen a million times over the years & yet, the time away made it feel like I was seeing them through the eyes of an outsider, taking in every detail for the first time. The fireplace was littered with old photos of us as kids, at the beach or playing in the backyard; the faded smiles of a happy childhood. Dust was gathering on the out dated ornaments that were scattered on the various cabinets and coffee tables around the room & the floral wallpaper was looking washed out & old. I glanced across at the table that sat next to me & saw a familiar, heart-wrenching smile that immediately gave me a lump in my throat, too big to swallow.

My mothers kind eyes looked up at me from the ornate framed picture whilst my own instinctively filled with tears. I picked up the photo & gently rubbed my thumb over her face, only wishing I could feel her skin underneath my touch, rather than the cold glass, reminding me that I never would again. I blinked away the tears as I returned the photo back to its prized place on the table, looking back around the living room in search of a distraction. The decor hadn’t changed once in the 10 years since my mom died, almost as if my father was trying to honour her memory by keeping her furniture & trinkets in the same place she had once carefully picked for them. He was treasuring her belongings as she once had, rather than letting them, & her, go.

He tried to do something similar with me & Mads, I thought to myself.

“How’re you doing Daddy?” I asked, suddenly painfully aware of my father now living alone in this unintentional shrine of a house.

“Oh you know, its quiet since you pair left, but I’m coping.” He said, giving us a forced smile. “What about you, are you still working in that hellish bar?”

I rolled my eyes at his judgement & disapproval, it never took long. “Yes Daddy, it pays the rent, remember?”

“I know, I know, I just hate the thought of you working in that sort of environment, surrounded by those kinds of people.” He huffed, shaking his head at the idea of me in the exact situation I was currently in. But I was the sensible one, there’s no way in his worst, most invasive thought, my dad could imagine me heading down the path I was currently on. Hell, I couldn’t believe it sometimes.

But I was still in control & that was the important thing. I knew my limits. No more than a couple of drinks & no getting drunk. No more than a couple of lines of coke & definitely nothing harder than that. No letting the party interfere with my studies or my work. And, my most important rule, no matter how tempted I might be or no matter how fun he might seem, absolutely no Nikki Sixx.

“Dad, I promise, I’m always careful & besides, it’s not as bad as you think.” I shrugged, attempting to downplay his concern. “Anyway,” I said standing up & retrieving his presents & cake from the hall, “let’s stop focusing on me, open up, birthday boy!”

Later

Me & Maddie stood around the block from our childhood home, well out of sight of our fathers overbearing eyes, as we both took a break from his constant paranoid questions about our lives away from home & took long, well-needed drags on our cigarettes. We’d bought ourselves 10 minutes, under the guise that we were walking to the convenience store for some milk, which bought us enough time to burn down our cigarettes & cover the smell by dousing ourselves in cheap but powerful body spray.

“I still can’t believe you’re smoking!” Maddie giggled. “It’s like watching a nun flashing or something!”

I choked slightly as I exhaled, the laugh catching in my throat as her comparison took me by surprise. “Gee, thanks!” I chuckled sarcastically.

“You know what I mean! It’s just you, my smart, goody-two-shoes big sister, is breaking one of Daddy’s golden rules, it bizarre.”

I scoffed at her. “I’m not that bad. I’m not as clean cut as everyone thinks I am.”

“Yeah right! Don’t you remember that night a couple years back when we went to see Mötley Crüe & you saw me smoking for the first time & went crazy at me?” Maddie cackled at the memory. “Oh god & then how you reacted when I went over to speak to them in that diner? You nearly had a heart attack! Fuck, I can’t believe how fast that time has gone!” She sighed contently, breathing out smoke into the brisk evening air. “Do you still see them occasionally at work?”

I took a long drag on my cigerette, drawing it out purposely as I tried to think of a way to answer. I hadn’t told Mads about my partying, or my 6 month on/off fling with Vince or even the fact that I hung around with Mötley at all. I told myself it was partly because I barely saw her & I hadn’t had chance & partly because I didn’t want to upset her, thinking that she’d feel betrayed by her sister socialising with the guy that screwed her over & embarrassed her in front of his band mates. But, if I was being honest with myself, it was more to do with the fact that I wanted to keep this part of my life separate from my messy homelife.

I settled on a simple, vague answer. “Every now & then, they play shows sometimes & say hi.” I shrugged, avoiding eye contact as I brought my cigerette back up to my lips.

“They talk to you?” Maddie quizzed, her eyes bulging with intrigue. “What do they say? Do you speak to Nikki?!”

Fuck, why did I say that last bit?!

I mentally cursed myself for not being vague enough as I searched for a response that could end the conversation. “Erm, they don’t really say much, just a polite hi & bye sort of thing. I haven’t spoke to Nikki though & I wouldn’t want to either, not after everything.” I babbled, flushing red as I attempted to lie, praying that Maddie wouldn’t probe anymore.

“Oh ok..” She sounded almost disappointed. But her eyes caught sight of my burning face. “Why are you blushing? What are you not telling me?!”

“N-nothing.” I stammered, smiling weakly, knowing just how bad I was at lying.

“Oh my god, you’re fucking him, aren’t you?!” Maddie yelled, a mixture of shock & annoyance in her voice. I blushed harder.

Fuck. She knew me too well. “What are you talking about?!”

“You! You’re sleeping with Nikki fucking Sixx, aren’t you?!”

I almost laughed out loud as relief & amusement fell over me like a comforting blanket, the prickling hot panic dying down as I realised sleeping with Vince wouldn’t be half as shocking to Maddie if she already thought I was having sex with that egotistical jackass.

“Oh god no! Maddie, I would never sleep with Nikki!” I laughed. Her face softened as she heard the sincerity in my voice, knowing I could never lie that convincingly.

“So what’s going on?!” She demanded.

“Oh, well um..” I stammered once again, suddenly nervous & awkward to admit the truth to her. “Me & Soph yanno, we hang out with them every now & then. Sophia has slept with Tommy a few times, but nothing major.”

Maddie looked suspicious & concerned. “Just be careful Beth, they’re not good guys, you & I both know this.”

“They’re not all bad. I mean, they’ve got a bad reputation but they’re not really bad guys-”

She cut me off, angrily. “Are you seriously defending them? After what Nikki did to me?!”

“No, of course not- I mean Nikki is, well yanno, he’s Nikki, he’s not the best.. But the rest of them, they’re nice guys- Vince is..” I stumbled, desperately wishing I could just go back 5 minutes & answer Maddies original question with a simple ‘no, I never see Mötley Crüe at work’.

“Oh, so it’s Vince that you’re fucking?!” She asked, cuttingly, raising her perfectly arched eyebrow judgingly.

“Yes” I answered instinctively, before realising. “No. Well, I mean- I have, but that’s got nothing to do with it!” I shouted, flustered & suddenly angry. “What are you getting so annoyed at me for?!” I deflected.

“Why?! Because you’re hanging out with the guys that humiliated me & you’re clearly acting like it never happened!”

“That’s not true! And it wasn’t the guys that humiliated you, it was Nikki & I can’t stand the guy! I even said to him the other night about how much he hurt you-“ But Maddie cut me off once again, shooting me a filthy look.

“How dare you?! How dare you speak to him about how he made me feel!” She began screaming. “That asshole doesn’t deserve to know that he took up one single second of my headspace after I stormed out of that gig, let alone know that he hurt me! I cannot believe that you would share something like that with him, you had no fucking right Beth.” She flicked her cigerette angrily on the floor as she turned & marched in the direction of home.

“Mads, come on, wait up!” I shouted as I ran after her.

“You keep my fucking name out of your goddamn mouth when you’re around that band, do you hear me, you fucking groupie?!” She hissed as she stomped away.

I stood still, shocked, wounded by her words. She’d never spoken to me like that before. I slowed my pace, not bothering to try & catch up as I followed her back home.

•••

I heard shouting as I walked up to the slightly ajar front door. My dads deep, sharp voice cutting though Maddies angry, whiny one.

“You’re in my house, you follow my rules, you know this by now!” He bellowed.

“I don’t live at home anymore, I’m 20 for Christ sake Dad, when are you going to loosen the fucking reigns?!” I winced at the sound of Maddie swearing at our father, knowing he would not take kindly to it.

“You do not speak to me like that, young lady! I am your father, you show me some respect!” He roared, angrier than I’d ever heard him.

I timidly walked through the door, hoping to calm the situation, whatever it was.

“Well you best start screaming at Elizabeth too, because she was doing it as well!” Maddie yelled, pointing at me as I pushed the front door to behind me, hoping to keep from peaking the neighbours interest.

My father let out a short, sharp laugh. “That’s typical of you Madeline, trying to shift the blame on to your sister. She’s the responsible one, you really expect me to believe she was smoking too?!”

Shit. We forgot to cover our tracks.

“You’re fucking kidding me with this Miss Perfect shit, right?” Maddie said, laughing without amusement. “Do you know what your precious daughter has been up to recently?!” I held my breathe, my eyes pleading with her to stop. Through all of our sisterly fights, through our our difficult teenage years, we’d never once had a real fight & we’d never once turned on each other.

“She’s been smoking, drinking, fucking a rock band & no doubt doing their drugs too!” Maddie spat smugly, turning to smirk at me with eyes full of anger.

I felt a rage burn inside me as my father gave me a look of disbelief, which soon changed to disappointment & then pure anger. Maddies disloyalty & smug face pushed me over the edge & I snapped. “Well you’d fucking know!” I shot back snidely. “You fucked one of them first. That probably explains how you know they’re quite fond of sharing their drugs, huh Mads?”

“Enough!” My father thundered. “Drugs?! Did you lean nothing from your mothers death?! How could you be so goddamn irresponsible, knowing what you know?! Have I taught you nothing?!”

My fury had been released & there was no keeping it in now. I glared at my dad, my anger spilling over in his direction. “Maybe if you hadn’t spent 10 years treating us like prisoners, never letting us out, never letting us experience anything, we wouldn’t be so desperate to try & figure the world out for ourselves the second we left your damn tyranny.”

My father looked taken aback, hurt. I felt regret almost instantaneously.

“You know that everything I did was to protect you.”

“Yes dad, we know, but you can’t protect us from real life.” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. I didn’t mean to say it, but it was out there now, the truth I’d always felt but refused to acknowledge. It was out & I couldn’t take it back.

His face hardened, like I’d never seen before & it struck fear into my soul.

“If you want real life experiences, go & have them, but know that whilst you act this way, whilst you blatantly disrespect my wishes & insult your mothers memory, you are no daughters of mine.” He said, coldly. “Now get out, both of you.”

Later

I slammed the door to our one bed apartment shut behind me, relieved to be back in my own home though m still shaking with unspent emotion.

I headed towards the room I shared with Sophia, praying she was out so I didn’t have to deal with her questions & I could just climb into bed & sleep off the negativity of this whole day.

As my hand reached for the door handle of the closed bedroom door, I heard the unmistakable sounds of Sophia & Tommy, going at it &, knowing them, it wasn’t going to be a quick thing either. I groaned out loud, hoping they’d hear my annoyance, before I turned & headed back towards the living room. Flopping down on the sofa, I spotted one of my psych books lying on the coffee table with a hot pink sticky note attached to it:

The theory of human motivation, get to it babe, it’s due Monday. - S ♡

“Fuck.” I whispered, realising it was now 10pm on Sunday & I hadn’t even started.

“Could this day get any fucking worse?” I complained aloud to myself as I picked up the textbook & note pad Soph had thoughtfully left beside it.

“What an apt moment to make my entrance.” Nikki chuckled darkly, causing me to jump a mile & let out a girlish squeal, as he emerged from the kitchen.

“You fucking idiot, Sixx!” I screamed, throwing a pillow in his direction, ducking just in time for it to miss his amused expression. “You scared the shit outta me, dick!” I panted, holding my heart. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“Well, apparently Tommy needed to pick something up from Sophia, so I came here with him & he went into the bedroom to get it. That was half an hour ago & he’s yet to come back out, so I made myself at home.” He smiled, taking a bite out of the sandwich I hadn’t noticed him holding. “You only had wholemeal bread though.” He said, pulling a face of disgust between bites.

I scowled at him, shaking my head, not having the energy to rise to his bait tonight. He was obviously disappointed.

“What’s wrong Princess?” He smirked, “Still not ready to play with me?”

“Nikki, please. It’s been a hard day & I’ve got a paper to write by 9am tomorrow morning. Just please, please not tonight, I can’t deal with your games right now.” I pleaded, feeling the tears involuntarily fill my eyes as the true level of my metal & physical exhaustion hit me like a train. I wiped them away quickly, praying Nikki hadn’t noticed.

“Are- Um, are you, yanno, ok?” He mumbled awkwardly, moving towards the sofa, trying to judge whether or not it was safe to sit down next to me.

“I’m fine,” I sniffed, turning my face away from him as he made the decision to sit. “I’ve got a lot of work to do, if you wouldn’t mind.” I said, trying to make my voice sound strong & sure, not ready to show weakness in front of the man that I knew was capable of manipulating it if he felt like it.

“Do y- Ahem” he coughed awkwardly, pretending to clear his throat, “do you wanna talk about it?”

I let out a small, weak laugh, bringing my eyes back to meet his. He looked uncomfortable, fidgeting as he attempted to offer me some level of comfort. I couldn’t help but smile at his effort, no matter what his intentions behind it were. “No Sixx, I really don’t. But, um, thanks.”

He nodded, visibly uncomfortable. “So, uh, what’s your paper about?” He asked, obviously trying to change the subject.

“The theory of human motivation.”

“Ah ok, so like what drives people?” Nikki inquired thoughtfully, perking up a little.

“Sort of.. Well, have you ever heard of Maslows hierarchy of needs?” Nikki shook his head but looked intrigued, so I continued. “So, according to this psychologist, there are 5 levels of human needs & you have to attend to the lower levels before you can satisfy the levels higher up. So, for example, level 1 is your basic needs, food, water etc. You need those in order to attend to level 2, which is security, safety. It continues up to love & relationships, then self esteem & then self actualisation, achieving ones dreams essentially. That’s the top tier, the end goal.”

“Ok yeah, I get it. I’m down for the first level, I mean obviously I gotta survive, but I don’t need security or love or that shit to achieve my goal.” Nikki laughed. “I think this Maslow guy needs to met someone like me. Growing up without love & stability only made me more determined.”

“Well yeah, it made you more determined because you’re unknowingly seeking that love & security through your music & your band. You’re hoping your career will provide you with the security you never had & that your fans will provide you with the love. Every human falls into the model, one way or another.” I shrugged, smirking at his dumbfounded expression.

“Ok little miss psychologist, being as you clearly know me so well, analyse me.” Nikki sniggered.

I shook my head, “it doesn’t work like that. But,” I continued as inspiration struck me, “I could use you as the subject for my paper, I think you’d make an interesting case, with your inflated sense of ego & all.”

Nikki flashed his usual, arrogant smirk. “Well, doesnt sound like Tommy is gonna be done any time soon. Ok, you’ve got yourself a test subject, Princess.” He winked.

“Ok, lets do this properly. No messing around, I need to you answer my questions as best you can Sixx, promise?” I raised my eyebrows at his wide grin.

“I promise I’ll try.” He responded, raising his hand mockingly.

I grabbed my notepad & pen & began scribbling down some notes to start me off.

After a couple of minutes of writing, I looked up. Nikki was sat patiently, lighting a cigerette & gazing off to the side, lost in thought. The sight of him sent my stomach into freefall as I took that moment to appreciate his features, his strong jawline & thoughtful eyes. He caught me staring & his eyes shone with mischief as he grinned once again, shattering my vision of this deep, soulful artist. I laughed at my own foolish thought that Nikki Sixx was anything more than he appeared to be at face value. He proved that with his answer to my first question.

“Ok, So Nikki Sixx, tell me what it is that you do.”

“What do I do?” He asked, that roguish gleam in his eyes twinkling as gave me that troublesome smirk once again. “Oh, I do bad things.” He answered.

“Yeah, this was a bad idea.” I snapped, slamming my notepad shut with exasperation. “I should’ve figured you weren’t capable of taking anything seriously.”

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry, I’ll be sensible.” He laughed. “I am the creator & bassist of a rock band called Mötley Crüe.”

I gave him a stern, warning look before continuing. “And tell me, what lead you to peruse a career in music?”

“Music was the one constant thing throughout my childhood & teenage years. It cut through the boredom & the bullshit in my life. It inspired me.” He said simply, but passionately. I brought my eyes up from the notepad to look at him, his eyes truly thoughtful this time as I imagined him reminiscing about the first album he’d ever bought or the first time he held a bass. Whatever he was remembering, it tugged at the corners of his lips as a genuine smile appeared on his face, taking the place of his usual smirk. I couldn’t help but smile along with him, taking in his beauty & serenity in that moment.

“So, ahem”, I coughed, bringing myself back to reality, “What was music an escape from? What lead you to feel so passionately about it?”

“I had a shitty upbringing.” He said bluntly. “My dad split when I was 3 & it was obvious that I was just a burden to my mom. Whenever I got in the way of her lifestyle, she’d ship me off to my grandparents who constantly moved around. And when she did want me, I was just a punching bag for her asshole boyfriends.”

“Nikki, I’m sorry, I had no idea..” I trailed off.

“It’s fine Princess, it is what it is.” He shrugged, but I sensed he wasn’t as ok with it as he was making out. “So when I found music, it was suddenly like ‘this is it, this is what I’ve been looking for’, it just made sense to me & I’ve been infatuated ever since.”

“Sixx, look, we don’t have to do this, I didn’t realise that this went as deep as it does, I don’t wanna intrude..”

“It’s ok. It must be hard to imagine broken families when you’re not from one.” Nikki responded a little sharply, his presumption catching me off guard.

“Excuse me?”

“No, I just meant that when you have a stable family, it must be hard to imagine that some parents don’t love or want their kids, yanno?”

I laughed humourlessly at his false premise. “Trust me, there is nothing stable about my family.”

“Oh come on Beth. You’re telling me that you, the well educated Daddy’s girl from the good neighbourhood, had a rough childhood, really?” Nikki scoffed, rolling his eyes.

I snapped, growing tiresome of his stereotypical opinion of me. “You don’t know the first thing about me Sixx, stop pretending that you do.”

“Kind I’d like how you didn’t know the first thing about me until 5 minutes ago? Yet, you’ve always made your judgements on my attitude & my lifestyle. I’m just returning the favour doll.” He replied, raising his eyebrow pointedly.

I sighed, resigning to his annoyingly accurate point. “Ok fine. Not that I owe you any explanation,” I started, looking anywhere in the room but at those piercing eyes that were focused so intently on me. “My mom OD’d when I was 13. She was prescribed painkillers after a car accident & she just never came off them.”

“Fuck.” Nikki whispered. “Doll, I’m sorry.”

I shook my head as I felt the tears prick in my eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that day. “Our dad wrapped me & Maddie up in bubble wrap after that & made us fearful of the world. He took us out of school & homeschooled us, never really let us socialise, we never got to go out & see our friends, he all but kept us locked up.” I sighed, thinking back to the harsh words I’d said to my father earlier on that day, the regret & guilt flooding back & overwhelming me once again. “I know he was doing what he thought was best, keeping us safe & protected from anything or anyone that could harm us or influence us.”

“Someone like me?” Nikki teased, trying to lighten the mood.

I let out a soft giggle. “Exactly.”

Nikki gently placed his hand under my chin, lifting my head up fractionally so that my eyes met his. His gaze drifted to my cheek as a lone tear fell silently down it. His grazed his thumb softly against my skin, wiping it away with a simple caress that sent shivers through my body. I felt weak under his touch. That same touch that had once set fire to my mind did so once more & I instantly craved him all over again.

“Who knew you could be a good guy when you wanted to be?” I whispered as his thumb trailed from my cheek to my lips, his eyes fixated on them.

“I’m the devil Lizzy, remember?” He muttered back, restraint evident in this voice. “I’m not a good guy.”

“Being good doesn’t get you anywhere. Trust me, I know.” I breathed, leaning in to him & letting my lips brush his, using his own trick against him. “Kiss me, Sixx.” I whispered.

“You don’t want this, Angel.” He warned gently.

“And how do you know what I want?”

His brow furrowed, confliction obvious in his dark green eyes. “You’re upset & you’ve had a bad day. This isn’t you & as much as I want you, I don’t want you this way, you’re not thinking clearly.” He sighed.

“Fuck, Nikki, I can’t fucking win! So what, you only want me if I’m like all of those other groupies, drunk in a bar & throwing myself at you, is that it?” I snapped, moving away from him.

“No Beth, that’s not it.” He replied bluntly, running his hands through his messy hair. “But look, you’re emotional & vulnerable & I-“ he stumbled, unsure whether to continue. “I’m not the solution to your problem Beth ok, I’m not that kinda guy.”

I laughed sharply. “Wow, because I’m so insecure in myself that I must need you to comfort & validate me, right? Christ Nikki, it must be exhausting fanning your own fucking ego like that.”

“Why else would you be coming on to me now?!”

“Because for a second Nikki, you actually seemed like a decent guy, like maybe you actually had a heart. And for a fucking second, I didn’t despise you.” I laughed, bitterly. “Silly me!”

“But that’s just it Beth, you know I’m not a decent guy. I wanna fuck you, I mean Christ, you know I do. But I wanna make you feel bad, I wanna fulfil your darkest fantasies, I don’t wanna just be your comfort fuck, that’s just not what I do Beth, I’m sorry.” He muttered, shaking his head.

“How fucking dare you?!” I fumed, shoving his shoulder & standing up. “How dare you presume that I fucking need your comfort. I can take care of myself, Sixx, thanks.” I turned around, walking towards the kitchen, muttering to myself “God forbid I should just find him attractive for a fraction of a second & wanna act on it-”

I heard Nikki stand up & I spun round to give him more of my mind, but he was quick & I was suddenly standing chest to chest with him, my face at the level of his neck & I caught his musky scent & I was momentarily intoxicated. I couldn’t stop my thoughts from imagining what it would be like to feel his skin under my lips as I placed kisses along his neck, nipping & sucking as I went. My mouth watered slightly at the thought.

“Ok Lizzy. Prove it.” Nikki tested, his forehead resting lazily on mine as I brought my eyes up to look at him. They were dark, yet I could sense the struggle & hesitance in them, along with the desire that I’d come to recognise so well.

“Prove what?” I asked stubbornly.

“That you want me. Prove me wrong, do something reckless & impulsive just because you know it’ll feel good. Make that decision to jump.” He whispered, his breath brushing my face as his words & his eyes drew me in, pulling me down, under his spell.

Once again, he brought his lips to mine, allowing them to brush together, sending sparks of electricity & passion surging through my body, but he restrained from kissing me. He wanted me to be the one to do it. He wanted to be right.

Fuck, I wanted to prove him right.

“You’re the devil, Nikki Sixx.” I murmured softly.

He smirked against my lips, knowing he had finally won. “Angel, something tells me you can’t help but enjoy it.”

I tiptoed & titled my head up towards Nikki, closing the gap in between our lips, surrendering myself to him. My lips crashed on to his & immediately that fire that only he could ignite spread to every part of me. My mind, my body, my soul we’re all ablaze with the feeling of him. For the first time in years, I did something I knew I shouldn’t, for no other reason than because I simply wanted to. There was no hidden reason or agenda, I just wanted him.

No, I craved him. I wanted him to show me the darker side of myself he promised, I wanted him to show me what my body was made for.

He pressed himself against me, tasting me, wrapping his arms around my waist & pulling me in closer. I could feel that tantalisingly smirk against my lips, I could taste his arrogance & it only made me want him more. I buried my fingers into his hair, gripping with desperate ferocity as he picked me up & thrust me roughly onto the kitchen work surface, deepening his kiss, causing me to moan gently into his mouth.

Nikki groaned seductively, breaking the kiss. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you make that noise for me.” He breathed, his hands travelling up my body to cup my face, holding it roughly, forcing me to look into his hungry eyes. He studied for me a second as I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, my body aching for his kiss.

“I knew I could make you fall from Grace.” He smirked. “We’re gonna have fun so much fun together, little Angel.” He grinned wickedly, letting go of my face but keeping his hand under my chin.

I smirked, a new found confidence washing over me as ran my hands through Nikkis disheveled hair & looked into those dark eyes.

I leaned in towards him, my soft lips grazing his lobe purposefully as I whispered proactively into his ear. “You have no idea what you’ve just started. Just because you won this round, doesn’t mean I’m gonna make this easy for you. When I’m through, even the devil is going to kneel before me.” I drawled, mimicking his arrogance before hopping off the work surface & walking away, leaving Nikki with his mouth open, desperate for more.

[xsixxx]

Bad Influence, Chapter Five

Authors note: Sorry this one took a while, I’ve had a hectic week with work & stuff, I’ve barely had time to breathe 🤦🏼‍♀️ I’m sorry if there are mistakes, it’s 3am & I’m too tired to proof read it 100 times like I normally do 😂 Feedback is always welcome 🖤

Warnings: Language, catfight, tiny bit of smut but not really, like there’s a hint

Tags: @triplehaitches @freddiessmallnipples @queen-crue @scarecrowmax @lovesick-heart0 @littlesunnymoon @80sheart-strings @cranberribread @inthebackofmycarlaytheirbodies @deaconsroger @zoenicoles @crazysaladchopshop @ggorehorror @lunamadhatter99 @justtryingtoovercome @chaoticvybe @you-know-im-a-dreamer @eightiesrockbaby

The sunlight filtered in through the broken blinds & bathed my bare back in warmth as my eyes adjusted to my surroundings & my brain tried to piece together the night before. I turned my head to look around me, trying to figure out where I was & was confronted by a tangled mess of blonde hair, snoring softly.

Oh great. I’m a fucking groupie.

I groaned as the memories from last night came flooding back, accompanying the pounding sensation I had going on in my head. This hangover sucked. Guess that’d be the coke for you. Fuck.

I slipped out of Vinces bed, or rather mattress on the floor, & onto the filthy carpet, scanning the room for my clothes. I heard someone move about outside the door & quickly grabbed the closest thing to me & threw it on in a sorry attempt to cover what was left of my dignity. The tshirt, it turns out, didn’t offer much coverage at all, just about covering my ass. I pulled it down & I waddled awkwardly over to the door, dodging the scorch marks & charred cockroaches on the floor, opened it fractionally to peer out & check the coast was clear, before darting across the hall & into the bathroom. I stood with my back against the cool, wooden door, trying to collect my thoughts & even out my nervous breathing. I’m not prepared for this. We established last night that I’d never had a one night stand, I don’t know the fucking protocol for this kinda thing, let alone when the one night stand is with the notorious, womanising, front man of Mötley Crüe. Oh great, I’ve only gone & fucked up that friendship group. Just when I was starting to like them. Nice going, Beth.

I looked at my disgruntled, disheveled reflection in the mirror. My wavy blonde hair fell in a tangled mess down my back & yesterdays mascara was sitting lazily under my tired eyes. I sighed & looked around the bathroom to see if there was anything I could use to at least wash my face with. Frustratingly, hygiene didn’t seem to be a top priority when you’re a rockstar & the bathroom was significantly lacking in soap. All that sat beside the sink was a hairbrush, a can of hairspray & some black face paint. I grumbled as I grabbed the hairbrush, removed, presumably Nikkis, matted up black hair from it & tried my hardest to tame my hair before washing my face as best I could with just water. I looked back at my reflection in the cracked, hair dye stained mirror & ran my fingers nervously through my hair. I looked slightly more fresh faced than I did before, but I wasn’t planning on sticking round long enough for anyone to see me anyway. I put my hand on the bathroom doorknob, took a deep breath & prepared myself to run across to Vinces room, quietly find my clothes & leave in the shortest amount of time possible. I gritted my teeth, opened the door & ran. Straight into the bare chest of Nikki Sixx.

“Well, well, well, maybe my little angel isn’t so angelic after all”

My jaw tensed. I almost didn’t want to look up, knowing that that smirk was waiting for me. I lifted my eyes slowly to meet his & they flashed wickedly, that shit eating grin sitting largely on his face.

“I’m not your anything.” I bit back at him, placing my hand on his chest to shove past. Through my irritation & hideous awkwardness, the feel of his skin under my touch still managed to send a surge of electricity through my body, causing my cheeks to immediately flush pink. I scowled at my impulses & quickly snatched my hand back, attempting to barge past Nikki, but his tall, toned frame didn’t budge, blocking my way. I took a step back, frustration evident on my tired, bare face, rested one hand on my hip & glared at Nikki, wordlessly, with all the anger my hungover body could muster.

“I gotta say, you look damn good in my tshirt.” He spoke, looking me up & down, his dark, hungry eyes resting momentarily on the tops of my thighs where his tshirt was riding up. I fumbled awkwardly, yanking it down to cover my modesty.

“My bad, I thought it was Vinces.” I mumbled, embarrassed.

“Nah, your boyfriend doesn’t like Kiss.” He chuckled lightly. “Fancy some breakfast?”

“Um no thanks, I’m not really hungry.” I replied, smartly choosing to ignore Nikkis comment.

“Good, because we don’t have any food. I meant, did you want a rockstars breakfast?” Nikki produced a little bag of brilliant white powder from the pocket of last nights leather trousers that he was still wearing, before walking over to the kitchen area & cutting it up on the work surface. “It’s an incredible hangover cure.” He winked mischievously, offering me a rolled up note. I shook my head, my thoughts in a far more rational state than they were last night. Nikki shrugged before bending over & vacuuming his mess up. I rolled my eyes, turning back towards Vinces room, when the door to, I had presumed, Nikkis room, swung open & out walked the girl Nikki was all over last night, in nothing but a lacy pair of underwear. She flashed an almost territorial look in my direction as she stalked past me & over to Nikki, draping her arms around him. He looked bored as she ran her fingers through his matted, black hair & didn’t even flinch when she grazed her teeth along his earlobe.

“Come back to bed baby.” I heard her whisper in a low, sultry voice.

“Not with you dollface.” Nikki said bluntly, shrugging off the stunning brunette, making her stumble back slightly. “Get your shit, you can leave out with window.” He waved his hand in the direction of his room as if he was hoping to magically wave her away. She didn’t take to well to that.

“You asshole!” She yelled, storming away from him. “What about this bitch, huh? Why doesn’t she have to leave?!” She shrieked, stopping next to me & pointing rudely,

“Not my fuck, not my problem.” Nikki shrugged, letting out a amused laugh. I shot him daggers, which only made him chuckle more. “Plus, she’ll be leaving out of my window in an hour or so, rather than out of Vinnys.” He smiled devilishly, that hunger returning to his eyes once again. I felt myself grow hot, momentarily lost in my lust. That was until a sharp pain seared through my head, snapping me out of it, as the half naked brunette grabbed a fistful if my hair & dragged me down towards the putrid carpet. I let out a wail as I instinctively started swinging my arms towards her in any sort of attempt to get her off.

“What the fu-” I started to yell, breathlessly, as the pain increased as her nails dug deeper into my scalp. I felt one of my flailing fists come into contact with flesh & suddenly the vice like grip on my hair was released & I dropped to the ground. Everything had gone blurry as I fought back the tears of pain & panic & I struggled to navigate my way back into a stranding position, until a rough hand was extended towards me. I grabbed hold of Nikki as he pulled me back up. I stopped & took a few deep breaths, trying to work out what just happened. I turned to look at the half naked groupie, clutching an angry red mark on her cheek where my fist had caught her.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I screamed at her, frantically trying to smooth out my hair over my throbbing scalp.

“He’s mine, you fucking wannabe slut.” She spat back at me, her tone full of venom & eyes full of hatred. Nikki let out a sharp, loud laugh.

“Bitch, I’m not anybody’s.” Nikki chuckled, almost enjoying the situation.

“But I thought we had something..” She started to say, her face pink with anger & embarassment.

Nikki cut her off, seeming bored again. “Clearly you don’t know me very well. Sweetheart, you’re the same as all the rest, a fun way to end a show.”

My head snapped round to face Nikki, disbelief & disgust flooding over me. I’d heard him use those words before. I looked back towards the woman in front of me, looking utterly humiliated, trying her hardest to cover herself as she turned & ran towards Nikkis room, presumably to leave the same way she came in, through that window that was quickly becoming infamous. I watched her go & I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She was stunning, tall, toned, with flawless skin & a face most women would die for & yet, with those few words, Nikki had managed to destroy any confidence she had, shame her & break her heart, all at the same time. The same way he did to my sister.

I looked at his smug face & shoved him with more anger & force than I realised, sending him stumbling back before falling flat on his ass. “You fucking asshole, Sixx.”

“What the fuck, Beth?! Is crazy bitch fucking contagious or something?! He shouted, sounding genuinely stunned.

“How can you treat women that way?! Fucking use them & throw them out like they’re not worth a damn thing. Have you got so little respect for us?!” I screamed, Nikkis face growing darker & angrier with each word I hurled at him. But suddenly, he stood himself back up & his anger melted away, revealing that notorious smirk in its place. He had a ice cold look in his eyes that sent a shiver down my spine &, for some reason, a flash of fear ran through me.

“Oh Princess, it must be hard work up their in your ivory fucking tower, looking down & casting your fucked up, hypocritical judgements on us unworthy people.” Nikkis voice was as smooth as silk, but his words were cold & razor sharp as he started taking steps towards me. “What do you think happened last night, Angel? Because if you think my boy Vince is going to come out of that room full of romance & kisses & offer to buy you breakfast, you’re in for a nasty fucking suprise.” His voice oozed arrogance but his eyes stayed cruel, fixed on mine as he continued to walk towards me. “You’re just like the rest of them Lizzy. You drink our booze & you sniff our drugs & you fall for our charm &, for one night, you serve a purpose to us. You fuck us because we let you believe you’re worth something, we make you think we care. But here’s the truth baby, we don’t. You don’t mean shit to us. You’re a gullible, cheap way to get our dicks wet & as soon as that’s done, we’ve got no fucking use for you. You’re a slut, Princess, just like the rest of them. Just like your sister.”

I felt the hot, humiliated tears creep into my eyes & spill down my cheeks. Nikki smirked as he watched them fall. “Did I upset the little privileged, rich girl? Better run home to Daddy.”

I looked into those harsh, green eyes, wondering how I’d ever felt any kind of desire towards him. Anger filled my veins, anger towards Nikki & anger towards my own damn idiocy. I knew this was who he was, I knew he was a bad person. So why did this cut me so damn deep? I’d let myself get played by him & he knew that as well as I did. He was the Devil himself & I’d been stupid enough to let him tempt me. I looked at his full, pink lips, the lips that, just last night, I had craved on my skin with a fierce desire, now twisted into a cruel grin that seemed to be enjoying my humiliation.

“I never wanted to be one of those girls.” I whispered, finally finding my voice at last.

“But Princess, you are one of those girls, why else would you be here?”

“I don’t expect anything from Vince, I don’t want anything either. I used him last night as much as he used me.” I said with more conviction, determined not to let Nikki win. “I wanted sex, so did Vince, it was a mutual thing,” I shrugged. It was true, I didn’t want anything more from Vince than what we’d had last night & I needed Nikki to know that he was wrong. I needed to pretend his words didn’t hurt me.

Just then, the door to Vinces room opened & out he walked with his tangled mess of blonde hair & just a off-white, grubby looking sheet tied around his waist. He frowned as he scanned the room, seeing me practically against the wall with Nikki in my face, assesed the situation & tried to figure out what was happening.

“Sixx, maybe leave it a few hours before going after my leftovers, yeah?” Vince winked at me. “We got any blow?” He asked with a yawn. Nikki tossed him the little baggy of coke & I left them cutting up lines whilst I went to go find my clothes & get dressed.

*Nikkis POV*

That stuck up bitch was really starting to get on my fucking nerves.

“So when’s the next chick arriving Vin?” I asked, loud enough for Beth to hear as she walked off into the bedroom that Vince & Tommy shared, although fuck knows where T-Bone ended up last night. Vince shushed me as he looked towards the bedroom, before shooting me a look. “What?!” I chuckled, “it’s not like she doesn’t know you’re a single-use kinda guy.”

Vince scoffed, nodding his head. “True man, true.” He smirked. He glanced over to the bedroom door, almost longingly, for a brief second. “I tell you what though, man, it’s the ones you don’t expect that end up being the fucking filthiest. She’s a damn good fuck.” He laughed, winking at me.

I rolled my eyes, my irritation towards her growing. “That’s probably because she’s never been fucked before, you know what those snobby, rich chicks are like, they like being roughed up when all they’re used to is ‘making love’ in fucking missionary.” I sneered, trying to make fun at Beths expense.

“That’s probably true man.” Vince laughed, snorting up his last line. “But honestly, I don’t give a fuck why, that chick is a freak & she’s got a mouth like a fucking angel.” I watched him bite his lip at the memory.

I felt a momentary surge of jealousy course through me as my mind inadvertently wondered towards what it’d be like to have havs Beths lips around my cock, those big, doe-like brown eyes staring longingly up at me as I fucked that pretty mouth of hers. The slam of the bedroom door snapped me out of dirty little day dream & little Miss Too-Good-For-You came storming out of the bedroom, her face still evidentially seething.

“Have a bump with us, dollface.” Vince cooed, grabbing Beth by the waist & pulling her over. I smirked at her, knowing full well she wouldn’t break Daddy’s rules sober. She looked me & I watched the determination wash over her. She smiled smugly at me as she took the rolled up note Vince had extended to her & snorted up the last line of coke. I felt my jaw tighten in annoyance.

“Wow, you’re one of the lucky groupies that gets to steal our drugs after she’s served her purpose.” I drawled, condescendingly, trying my damn hardest to get to her again.

“Ignore him babe. Sixx tends to be an asshole when I pull someone he fancies.”

That blonde prick, I fumed.

“If I wanted her, I could’ve had her.” I shrugged with enough confidence to mask my growing anger.

Beth let our a sharp laugh. “That’d require me to actually fancy you back, you arrogant piece of shit.” She said boldly. I honestly didn’t know whether I wanted to scream at her & throw her out or bend her over my knee & make sure she never fucking spoke to me like that again. Who does she think she is?!

“Come on baby, lets go back to bed.” Smirked Vince, wrapping his hand around the nape of her neck & pulling her in for a kiss. I was stunned. Vince never fucked a girl more than once. His motto was hit it & quit it. If they weren’t out the window by sunrise, he made it very fucking clear they weren’t welcome there any longer.

Vinny took hold of Beths hand & lead her back to his bedroom as she giggled like a schoolgirl. I watched her slink off, her skirt riding up slightly so her ass peeked out from beneath the material as she went. She must’ve felt my eyes trailing along every inch of her because she turned & blew me a patronising kiss before slamming the door shut.

I hated her. Beth was everything I couldn’t stand about people. She was stuck up & came from the sort of family that looked down on people like me. She was so self assured & judgmental & she had an ability to piss me off like no-one I’ve ever met. I hated her with a passion & yet, I fucking wanted her just as badly.

Through all of my anger & hatred, as I heard her sweet moans of pleasure drift from Vinces bedroom, I couldn’t help but wonder what she’d sound like moaning my name.

[xsixxx]

Bad Influence, Chapter Four

Authors Note: Ok so this chapter carries on immediately from the last one. Idk I’ve rewrote this like 5 times & it never comes out quite how I want, so if it’s kinda shit I’m sorry 🤦🏼‍♀️ Feedback is welcome!

Warnings: Language (of course), drugs, Beth being a hoe

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*Vinces POV*

That fucker.

I watched that smooth motherfucker pull the girl that I should be fucking down on to his lap. Beths face flushed crimson as Sixx whispered something into her ear. She stood up angrily, shot him a look before smoothing out her skirt & adjusting her hair. Nikki didn’t take his dark eyes off of her once as she marched over to the bar & that wicked, self-satisfied smile grew wider as he watched her snatch the bottle of Jack out of Tommy’s hand & take a large swig.

“T-Bone, can I have a bump?” I heard her mutter, nervously glancing around to see who was within earshot. She momentarily caught my gaze & I raised my eyebrow & smirked at her. Just when I didn’t think Elizabeth Reynolds couldn’t getting any fucking hotter, she turns out to be deliciously audacious. Tommy choked on his drink, before a huge grin spread across his face. “Doll, for you, anything.” He winked & took her hand.

I don’t know what the fuck Sixx whispered to her, but that fucking asshole was one bad influence.

*Beths POV*

I felt the intensity of Nikkis glare as I walked past his booth, hand in hand with Tommy, towards the shithole bathrooms of the Whisky. I glanced at him & smiled. I’d wiped that smug, asshole smirk off of his face, at least.

Tommy ushered me into the bathroom & we both crammed into a stall, giggling like kids at our close proximity.

“Ok, so you’re sure about this Beth?”

“Oh just fucking show me how it’s done, you’re basically a pro now right, Mr Rockstar?” I laughed.

Tommy chuckled as he produced a little draw string bag & emptied out a razor, a pre rolled dollar & a little baggy of white powder. I scoffed at him.

“Jesus, do all coke heads come this prepared?!” I teased, just before Tommy clapped his hand round my mouth to silence me. We stood there & listened to someone enter the bathroom & start using the urinal. I could feel the alcohol taking affect, clouding my judgement & I desperately tried to stifle my giggles as I watched Tommy cut 4 lines neatly on the top of the toilet tank. The door to the bathroom opened & shut once again, signalling that we were alone in there again & I breathed out a sigh of relief before letting out a nervous laugh.

“What the fuck am I doing?!” I mumbled, watching Tommy expertled snort two of the four lines.

Tommy stood up straight, rubbing his nose, & looked at me curiously, almost as if he was worried. “Dude, I don’t know what Sixx said to you out there, but if you’re like, trying to prove something to him-”

“I’m not trying to prove anything to that asshole.” I snapped, defensively, crossing my arms across my chest.

“Ok, ok, that’s all good, I just thought, yanno, maybe he’d wound you up about not partying with us or-”

“I wouldn’t party with that piece of shit anyway.” I said sharply, cutting Tommy off again. I looked down at the white lines waiting for me & a little voice in my head told me how stupid I was being, that this wasn’t me, that I could stop now before I’d even started. “I don’t know T-Bone, I just feel like whenever I hang out with you guys, I’m always missing out. I don’t drink, I don’t party, I don’t have any fucking fun. I’m tired of always being the sensible one & I don’t know, Nikki said some shit tonight that made me feel..” I blushed, remembering how much I craved him in that moment. “Oh I don’t fucking know, he just got in my head & I just felt like doing something that wasn’t me, you know? Try something fucking new.”

Tommy let out a little laugh, “Well, cokes one way to do that doll. Look, there’s no pressure, they’re there if you want them, if not, more for me.” He shrugged, flashing me that cute boyish grin.

I stared at the coke, trying to ignore the feeling that my father was going to burst in any second & drag me home like a teenager caught drinking at their first house party. Nikkis face kept swimming into my vision & I swear, I could hear that low, velvet voice tormenting me, telling me I wouldn’t do it. My mind couldn’t help but wonder back to the feeling of his lips lightly brushing mine & I suddenly felt that flame of desire reignite. God, I wished I’d leaned into him..

I shook my head, snatched the rolled up dollar out of Tommy’s hand & imhaled one of the lines, without giving myself time to think too hard about what I was doing. I wanted to block out whatever fucked up attraction I was having towards Nikki fucking Sixx.

I stood up straight & looked over at Tommy, who looked somewhere between shocked & in awe. He burst out laughing, clapped his hands together & then pulled me into a tight bear hug.

“Doll, you fucking did it! You can officially party with Mötley Crüe!” He teased, kissing the top of my head. “How do you feel?”

I stepped away from his hug & assessed myself. Well, I wasn’t dying, I wasn’t hyperventilating or throwing up, so that was a win in my books. In fact, I just felt alert & excited, like this was the start of a really fucking good night.

I looked at T-Bone & smirked. “Like I could do that again.” He snickered at me & gestured to the last line of coke, laid out ready. “It’s all yours dude.”

I snorted up my second line with more confidence & ease & stood up giggling with Tommy as he elbowed me in the ribs & made jokes about being a proper groupie now. I playfully shoved him before unlocking the cubicle & walking out, straight into Nikki. He was stood casually, leaning against the bathroom wall, arms crossed, with one leg bent as he rested his leather boot against the wall. Fuck, he looked good.

I stumbled back into Tommy & Nikki raised an eyebrow at me. “Can’t handle your drugs, Princess?”

“Sixx, what the fuck man, you scared the shit outta us.” Tommy laughed, giving him a friendly punch on the shoulder as he walked past & out of the bathroom.

“Why are you creeping out here, haven’t you got some other chick you can stalk?!” I snapped at him, looking in the mirror & adjusting my hair.

“Me, creeping? You know that you’re in the men’s bathroom, don’t you?” He smirked, walking up behind me, bending down slightly so his lips were at the level of my ear. “So, I got in your head, did I?”

I spun round to look at him, anger written plainly on my face. “You’re not creeping, yet you’ve spent the last 10 minutes in here, evesdropping on my conversation with Tommy?!”

“Well, you weren’t talking particularly quietly..” He said as he took a step towards me, forcing my back against the sink behind me. “So you were saying something about how I made you feel.”

“Like my skin is crawling.” I whispered back at him. Nikki chuckled darkly, my sharp wit taking him by suprise. He lightly dragged a finger across my shoulder & down my arm, testing my words. How was it possible for him to touch my arm & start a fire in my mind? I didn’t recoil from his touch & he noticed.

“I think you’re lying to me, Princess.” He smirked.

I could barely breathe as desire flooded through me once more, making me crave those smug lips on mine. The coke was making me feel brave. Or stupid. Or both. “Well why don’t you test your theory,” I dared.

Nikki let out a low laugh & his eyes flashed wickedly as they wandered down my body & back up, resting on my lips. He held them there for a second, almost debating his next move.

Suddenly, he grabbed my thighs, just below my ass & roughly picked me up & threw me on to the sink, forcefully pushing my legs apart so he could stand between them. He put his fingers under my chin & tilted my head back. I looked up at him with wide eyes, panting slightly from the shock. I bit my lip instinctively, which caused Nikki to smirk sinfully.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you look at me like that.” He whispered, amusement evident in his silky voice.

I played dumb. “Like what?”

That satanic smirk spread across his lips once again. “Like you fucking want me.”

“Who says I want you?” I whispered, breathlessly, wondering how far I could push him.

Nikki smiled arrogantly & brushed his lips against mine once again, my body burning with lust. But I held my own, not giving into his satisfaction just yet.

The door to the bathroom swung open as Mick, Vodka bottle in hand, strode into the bathroom, startling us back into reality. He casually looked at us, shook his head & pushed past us to get to the cubical.

Nikki turned his attention back to me. “You’re going to be easier to break than I thought, little angel.” He spoke softly, but almost threateningly, as hint of danger flashed across his green eyes that were coloured dark with a desire.

“You’ll never get another chance.” I taunted, snapping out of my trance & coming back to sound mind. I jumped off of the sink daintily, a pushed past him & strutted out of the bathroom with my head held high, knowing his eyes were fixated on my ass as I left.

*Later that night*

“Babe, come on, I think you’ve had enough.” Laughed Sophia as she swiped the bottle from my hands before I had chance to pour another drink. “Plus, you know all of this comes out of our pay check, right?!”

“Leave me alone, I’m having fun!” I shouted, slurring my words slightly. I’d only been drunk a handful of times in my life & I’d forgetten how fun it could actually be. Tommy & Vince had convinced me to play ‘never have I ever’ with them, except they’d changed the rules slightly, meaning that I had to drink every time they said something that I hadn’t done, which turns out, was a lot.

“I still can’t believe you’ve never had a one night stand Beth, what the fuck?!” Howled Tommy, still in a fit of giggles.

“Ok ok, I’m not a fucking rockstar who can pull anyone they fancy, you know!”

“Yeah but dude, you’re like, fucking smoking.” Grinned T-Bone, before Vince elbowed him in the ribs as Sophia punched him in the arm. “Ow ok, I’m just saying!”

“It doesn’t matter anyway babe, because we’re gonna change that when you come back to our place at the end of the night.” Vince said confidently, his hand stroking my inner thigh. I looked at him. I might’ve been drunk & a little bit high, but fuck, Vince was hot, there was no denying that. I pondered the idea. There are definitely worse people to fall into bed with, I thought to myself, glancing over to Nikki, who was sat at the same table, but making out with yet another girl.

What the fuck was I getting so worked up about?! I asked myself. Here he was, an hour after.. whatever the fuck that was we had going on in the bathroom, already practically grinding against some other chick in front of me. I shook my head, already bored of the drama that came along with Nikki. I’d decided I didn’t care, I was done. I already knew he was a bad guy.

“Well dollface, what do you say?” Smirked Vince, his fingers moving further up my thigh, snapping me back into reality. Mine & Nikkis little bathroom tryst had left me feeling frustrated & the affects of the alcohol & coke had me craving more. I leaned into Vince & smiled.

“Maybe, after all this time, tonight is you’re lucky night, Vinny.” I winked, laughing as his face changed from confident, to surprised & then to smug.

“It’s about fucking time!” Shouted Tommy, high fiving Vince & making me cringe. Nikki stopped macking on his groupie long enough to throw in his two cents.

“Looks like Little Miss Stuck Up has finally gotten bored with her life & is craving that bad boy in her bed. Didn’t I predict it Lizzy?” He sneered nastily. I shot him a look.

“I’m happy to oblige.” Grinned Vince, pulling me on to his lap & leaning in to kiss me. I hesitated, feeling Nikkis eyes on me, before I wrapped my arms around Vinces neck & let myself go, surrendering to my craving. His kiss was delectable. I could taste the alcohol & cigerettes on his lips, just like I did in that diner way back when, except this time, I wanted more. I moved my fingers into his hair & pulled him closer, feeling the satisfaction of lips against mine after Nikki denied me twice. I heard Tommy clapping & hollering & Sophia tutting, but I was too drunk to care. I pulled away from Vince, his smirk stained with my red lipstick.

“Come on then, we’re going back to your place, right?”

I giggled as he jumped up like an excited puppy & took my hand, leading me towards to exit of the Whisky. I glanced back & my eyes caught Nikkis for a fraction of a second & I could’ve sworn I saw a hint of jealousy in his green eyes.

[xsixxx]

Bad Influence, Chapter Three

Authors note: I have had the best time getting dark & weird & really over the top with Nikki towards the end of this chapter, I really hope you all enjoy it!

ps if you think you know what happens after this, you definitely don’t 😏

Warnings: Language, drug use, Nikki being a dick as per, some serious sexual tension

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Summer ‘82

“Well, well, if it isn’t Elizabeth fucking Reynolds, the one that got away.” Laughed the beautiful blonde, as he waltzed up to the bar & leaned over to smack my ass, smiling from ear to ear.

“Oh my god, is that Vince fucking Neil, the worst kiss I ever had?” I smirked, “How the hell have you been rockstar?” I asked, genuinely happy to see him, grabbing him his usual drink.

“I’ve been touring Canada, singing, partying & fucking every single night, how the fuck do you think I’ve been?” Vince laughed, “Although, it’s nice to come home to your fine self.” He added, winking & taking the beer I handed to him. “We weren’t too sure if you’d still be working here.”

“Yep, still got rent to pay, Vinny! I think I’ll be working behind this bar for the rest of my days at this rate. I miss the old days of living with Daddy, when everything was paid for & taken care of,” I sighed jokingly.

“Well I’ll tell you what, you come live with me & I’ll be your new Daddy & I’ll take care of you.” He drawled, stroking the side of my face. I scoffed, moving away from his touch.

“Excuse me, you blonde haired bitch, I know you’re not trying to convince my roommate to move out to go live in that disgusting ‘Mötley House’ you degenerates live in, right?” Came the sharp, witty voice of my best friend, Sophia.

“You can join too babe, you know Tommy would love to have you there.” Vince said laughing, eyeing her up & down.

“Where is my drummer boy anyway?” Quizzed Sophia, looking towards the door of the famous Whisky A-Go-Go, waiting for him to burst in with his usual energy.

“Oh they’re on there way, Nikki was arguing with the bouncer outside, something to do with us not being on the list. I slipped in when they weren’t looking because I couldn’t wait to see your beautiful face.” He said, flashing that killer smile at me.

“Lets hope they don’t fucking let him in.” I said, ignoring Vinces cheesy compliment. I was used to them by now. A few months after the Nikki-Maddie incident, I moved out to finish my final year of school as a fully fledged, independent adult. I met Sophia through an ad she put out, looking for a roommate & we hit it off immediately. We lived just off the Sunset Strip & Soph got me a job working with her at the Whisky. It still wasn’t my scene but money is money &, turns out, being an independent adult ain’t cheap. Of course, Mötley Crüe were regulars, playing shows & partying there all the time &, as much as the sensible part of me hated to admit it, I’d grown to kinda like them. I’d become a chase for Vince, who was convinced he could charm me into bed like he does every other girl, although he definitely wasn’t getting anywhere. Meanwhile, Sophia & Tommy had a no-strings-attached thing going on, although Sophia had that going on with a lot of band members that played at the Whisky. She definitely had a type.

Hanging out with Mötley Crüe was fun, but I still didn’t party like they did. And I definitely still hated Nikki fucking Sixx.

“Sophia, Beth! How’re my favourite barmaids?” Tommy yelled, bounding up to us like a gangly, excited puppy who’d just seen that their owner’s home. “I’m so glad you’re both here, Nikki was convinced you wouldn’t still be working here by the time we came back off tour!”

Speaking of the Devil, he was purposely stood at the other end of the bar, being served by someone else as to not have to interact with me. Our hatred was very much mutual, only speaking to each other when we had to &, more often than not, it ended up in an arguement. He looked up when Tommy mentioned his name, shooting him a look before making eye contact with me. He tipped his bottle of Jack at me, before flashing that arrogant smirk he knew I despised.

“T-Bone, it’s good to see you man! You too Mick,” I smiled warmly at the eldest Mötley member, who nodded at me as he swigged from that hip flask he always had on him. “How was the tour guys?”

“Fucking INSANE” yelled Tommy, “we kicked Canada’s ass!”

“So when do you girls finish?” Vince asked, eyeing us both up & biting his lip slightly. Me & Sophia looked at each other & laughed.

“In about 10 minutes.” Sophia answered. “So I know you’ve been on tour & all of those drugs have probably scrambled your brain, but you know Beth’s still won’t sleep with you, right Vince? She’s practically a nun at this point!”

“I am not!” I yelled, laughing, swinging the dirty dishcloth I had in Sophias direction as she tried to dodge it.

“Well how about a little holy water to loosen you up doll face,” winked Vince as her lent over the bar & swiped a bottle of vodka & some shot glasses, pouring out 4 & gesturing for me, Soph & Tommy to take one each. I shook my head as the other 3 knocked them back. “Guys, you know I don’t drink like you do!”

Nikki was walking past & stopped when he heard me say that. “Same old stuck up Lizzy, still too fucking good to drink with us.” He looked at me, that smirk playing on the corner of his lips. I knew he was trying to provoke me, but it worked. I picked up the shot of vodka &, without breaking eye contact with him, downed it in one.

“Yes Beth, that’s my girl!” Yelled Vince as Tommy stole the bottle from his hands & poured out 4 more.

“Now let’s see you do that twice in a row, Reynolds!” Yelled Tommy. I picked up the shot glass, tipped it to Nikki who was staring at me from under his lashes, the irritation flashing in his green eyes & knocked it back. “What’s wrong Sixx, you too good to drink with us now?” I asked, my voice fake & patronising as I offered him a shot.

“Fucking groupie.” He scorned as he stormed off to a booth. I laughed out loud at his tantrum & turned my attention back to the 3 boys & Sophia.

“So Beth, now that your shifts finished & you’re a couple of shots in, let’s see how fun you’re feeling,” teased Tommy, “I dare you to do a body shot off of Vince.”

I rolled my eyes, ready to decline, before I caught sight of Nikki, still glaring at me from his booth.

“Ok Tommy, you’ve got a deal. But only if you do one off of Sophia,” I bargained.

“Babe, I’d have done that for fucking free!” He laughed, jumping over the bar to Sophia. “Doll, lie your ass down on that bar,” shouted Tommy, as Sophia, up for anything as per usual, obliged & got on the bar. Tommy balanced a shot glass full of tequila on Sophia’s chest, poured out a line of salt across her breast & placed a slice of lime in between her teeth. Then he winked at her before slowly licking the salt off her body, expertly downing the shot & sucking the lime from her mouth. Tommy stood back up, looking pleased with himself, a huge beaming smile on his face. “Your turn Beth!”

“Ok Vinny, let’s get this over with,” I laughed. He jumped up on the bar, pouring the shot of tequila himself, lying down & placing it just above the waist band. I glared at him. “You’ve got to be kidding, come on man!” I whined.

“Nope, that’s the rules Beth, sorry!” said Tommy, pouring out the salt parallel to the line of hair leading down from Vinces navel to beneath those too-tight leather trousers that left nothing to the imagination. “& for the final touch..” Tommy howled with laughter as he placed the slice of lime on the Vinces clearly outlined member. Sophia giggled hysterically as Vince tried to stifle his laughter as to not spill to shot glass resting on his stomach.

“Drink up Beth!” Giggled Tommy.

“Guys, come on!” I complained, half grumbling, half laughing. A couple of shots of vodka to someone that doesn’t drink can have quite the effect & I could already feel my usually prominent sensibilities slipping as I gave into the idea of having fun. I looked at the grinning faces of Vince, Tommy, Soph & even Mick. Fuck it, I thought. Just before I bent my head down to Vinces crotch, I made eye contact with Nikki, who’s stare was fixed on me. I winked at him & smirked before licking the salt from off of Vinces toned body, grabbing the shot glass & downing the tequila, & placing my lips around the lime, applying the tiniest bit of purposeful pressure as I sucked on it, making eye contact with Vince as I did.

I let go of the lime, stood up & laughed, letting myself actually enjoy the situation before I realised my tongue felt sort of numb. I moved it around my teeth to see if I could regain any sensation. I frowned &, as I did so, Tommy & Vince burst into a fit of giggles.

“What’s so funny, assholes?” I asked, slurring my words slightly due to the lack of feeling in my mouth

“How’re you feeling Beth?” Asked Vince, sitting up & snorting with laughter.

“I feel pretty good to be honest, I think I’m starting to feel those shots, except my mouth feels kinda weird..”

“I don’t think it’s the shots you’re feeling babe”, giggled Tommy, covering his mouth to try & muffle himself.

“What are you on about?” I demanded. Why couldn’t I feel my tongue?! The feeling was spreading the the back of my throat & I started to panick that I was perhaps allergic to something I’d just ingested. And then it hit me.

“You fucking idiots! Have I just licked coke off of Vinces fucking stomach?!” I yelled.

Vince & Tommy collapsed onto each other in fits of giggles as I looked horrified between Sophia, who looked mildly concerned, but mostly amused, & Mick, who was shaking his head at the boys before looking up at my worried face.

“You’re gonna be fine Beth, you’ve only had one line & you haven’t snorted it. You’ll feel it a bit but nothing intense.” He promised, patting my hand & giving me a reassuring look.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, as my head started to feel a little strange. Not bad, but different. I was focused & alert, like I’d drank a good, strong coffee, but at the same time, I suddenly felt at ease & like a blanket of calm had been draped over me. I wanted to be mad & scream at Tommy & Vince for being so damn irresponsible, but the blanket wouldn’t let me. I didn’t want to do cocaine, but I wasn’t hating it either.

“You pair of mother fuckers!” I yelled, punching them both in the arm.

“But don’t you feel good though?” Winked Vince, seeing that I’d visibly relaxed into the mild high.

“Well, it’s not as bad as I thought..” I admitted, “But I mean it, don’t ever fucking do that to me again.” I said seriously, giving them both a stern look. They each appeared a little sheepish.

“I’m sorry Beth, we didn’t think it was a big deal, honestly!” Tommy offered, sounding genuinely sincere.

“Sorry doll, just thought you could do with having some fun & letting loose..” Vince mumbled. I shook my head at both of them, to wrapped up in this strange new feeling to commit to my anger.

I was scanning around the room when I happened to look over at Nikki, who was obviously flirting with a pretty brunette in a black pvc dress. He was stroking along her collarbone with his index finger, whilst his lips brushed against her ear as he whispered to her. I suddenly had this burst of confidence surge through me & I marched over to them.

“Sweetie, from one girl to another, he’s going to fuck you & break your heart. Yeah the sweet nothings he’s whispering in your ear sound tempting now, but once he’s had his fill.. or you’ve had his fill, I guess..” I babbled, the coke doing me no favours. “He’s going to throw you out & move on to the next. Don’t be one of those girls. You can do better than him anyway, you’re way hotter than he is.” I shrugged, flashing her a smile. She looked taken aback & glanced up at Nikki for reassurance but his anger was evident & she quickly shuffled away from him.

I sat down in the booth, opposite him, folded my hands across my chest & sat back, holding his glare. “She seemed nice,” I smiled.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” He fumed.

“What? I’m just trying to save yet another girl from your twisted little games so they don’t get played like my sister. I like to think of myself as the angel that stops people from getting tempted by the devil.” I mused.

“You think I’m the devil?” Nikki asked, amusement breaking down the anger in those green eyes as that infamous smirk tugged on his lips.

“Basically, yes.” I said, my confidence wavering slightly under the intensity of his stare.

He let the smirk take over his face as he relaxed back into the seat & causally rested his arm along the backboard of the booth. “So tell me, Lizzy, why am I the devil?”

“For the hundredth time, my name is Beth. It’s not Lizzy. And you really don’t know why?!” He shrugged, looking intrigued & uniterested all at the same time. “Because you manipulate people, Sixx! You tempt girls in with that smirk & arrogance & they fall for it, meanwhile having no idea they’re dancing with the devil & you’re only going to leave them heartbroken. You have no regard or respect for anyone, you only love yourself.” I stated, feeling the weight of that stare, but not once breaking eye contact with him. The coke was making me brave & I couldn’t stop. “You have a dark heart, Nikki Sixx.”

His smirk was from ear to ear. “You’re fucking hot as hell when you talk to me like that.”

I faltered, his statement catching me off guard. I inwardly chastised myself for the spark of desire that his words momentarily ignited somewhere deep inside me. That was not me.

“You know, you’re one of the only girls that’s never tried hard to win my interest.”

“I’ve never tried to win your interest, Nikki. It’s called having dignity.” I scoffed, annoyed by the cocky look on his face.

“I know. It’s irritatingly sexy.”

“Well, that’s too bad. I didn’t trust or like you before you screwed over my sister & I like & trust you even less now. I know better than to fall for your tricks & lines. Remember, according to you, I’m the stuck up posh girl with the education & the clean lifestyle & you’re the dark & edgy rockstar with the sordid life & the makings of a drug habit. I’m the angel & your the devil.” I taunted, flashing a smirk of my own.

Nikki leaned across the table to me, his face so close I could feel his hot breath on my face, smell the whisky on his lips. His eyes pierced mine, looking at me with a mixture of disliking & desire. He smiled “But there’s a little bit of devil in your angel eyes, I can see it.” He whispered. A shiver ran down my spine. He noticed & he smirked wider, leaning in closer, so our lips brushed lightly. “And you inspire the Devil in me, Lizzy.”

My heart raced, my knees went weak & my skin crawled. I couldn’t tell in that moment if I craved him or was repulsed by him. Every inch of me screamed to push him away, to yell at him, to stop whatever was happening. But for that brief moment as his seductive words lingered in the space between our lips, that spark of desire I had felt had turned into a raging fire, engulfing my better judgement. All I wanted was to feel his lips on mine, to taste his arrogance & fall pray to his devilsh temptation.

“Ahem.”

Oh thank god.

The judgemental, fake cough from my best friend snapped me back into reality & relief washed over me as I immediately moved away from Nikki, embarrassed & frustrated with myself. Nikki casually leaned back, draping his arm around the back of the booth once again, looking conceitedly at Sophia, as she stood with her hands on her hips, looking at me with intense disapproval.

“Come on Beth, we’ve gotta go collect our wages.” She said cuttingly, throwing a snide look at Nikki before stalking off, back towards the bar.

I stood up, regaining composure, refusing to look back at Nikki. I could feel the smirk without even seeing it. I went to walk away without a word when he grabbed my hand & pulled me back, so I stumbled & fell on to his lap. He entangled his fingers into my hair & pulled me in so his lips were against my ear.

“There’s something dangerously attractive about dancing with the devil. It’s truly going to be heaven dragging you down to hell with me, Princess.”

[xsixxx]

Bad Influence, Chapter Two

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Fall 81’

“Mads, can you turn it down?! Jesus Christ!” I yelled though the poster-clad door.

She pulled open the door & grinned, “what’s wrong, don’t you like listening to your boyfriend sing?!”

“Maddie seriously, I kissed the guy like 6 months ago to prove a point, when are you going to let it go?!” I asked, rolling my eyes. “You kiss Nikki like every other fucking weekend, & then some.”

“Shut the fuck up, Beth!” She hissed, grabbing my hand, pulling me into her bedroom & slamming the door behind me. She glared at me, arms folded across her chest. “If Daddy hears you, he’ll loose his mind & I’ll never be allowed to leave the house again!”

I laughed at her stern expression, “lighten up Mads, he’s downstairs, he didn’t hear. What times the gig tonight then?” I asked, gesturing towards the vinyl player that was still spinning the new Too Fast For Love album.

“Doors open at 7, they’re on at 8.” giggled Maddie with excitement. “I can’t wait!”

“You’ve been going to every one of their gigs for months now, how’re you not bored?”

“Nikki makes sure I’m not”, she winked at me, laughing. I scoffed, cringing at the thought of that arrogant asshole touching my baby sister.

“Please just be careful Mads, I don’t trust that guy.” I looked around her room, adorned with band posters & flyers, a lot of them advertising Mötley Crüe gigs. I looked at the small print of Nikkis face on one of them & I could swear he was smirking at me through the ink. I shook my head.

“I know, I know, he’s the devil”, she laughed, “you sound like Daddy!”

“Ha, right! I’d hate to know what Daddy would say if he knew what you were actually doing when you go & see that band!”

“You’re not going to tell him, right? He’s only just started letting me go without you chaperoning me!”

“& risk having to go to one of those depraved, shit shows with you all over again?” I scoffed, “no, I’m not going to tell him.”

Maddie smiled warmly, “you’re the best, sis. Now help me pick an outfit, I wanna look hot for Nikki.”

•••

I was just finishing up with Maddies hair when Daddy knocked on her bedroom door. He opened it & recoiled slightly when he caught sight of his youngest daughter in the tight red PVC skirt, bejewelled bralette & knee high boots we’d settled on.

He shook his head, “I don’t think so Madeline.”

“Oh Daddy, come on!” Maddie whined, “It’s what everyone wears, it’s a rock show!”

“Well you’re not everyone, you’re my daughter & I raised you to have more respect for yourself. Change please Madeline!” He said sternly, raiding his eyebrow at her. “Elizabeth, are you ready to go?”

“Me? What? I’m not going,” I said, shaking my head, “I have college work to do, this semester has been killer.”

“Elizabeth, I spoke to you about this after the last gig your sister went to, when she came home drunk & thought I hadn’t noticed? I asked you to chaperone her again & keep her out of trouble.” My father said, raising his eyebrow again.

“What?! I thought you were joking! Daddy, she’s 18, she’s old enough to make her own decisions!”

“She’s not old enough to drink, which means she is being irresponsible & she needs someone to keep an eye on her.”

“Excuse me, I am here!” Huffed Maddie. “Daddy, I don’t need a babysitter, I had like one drink last time, it wasn’t a big deal. Please don’t keep treating me like I’m a child!”

“Madeline, you are my child,” my father stressed, his face softening, “I understand that I may seem unfair, but the things I say & do are to keep you safe. I know you’re not a kid any more”, he gestured to her scandalous outfit & shook his head, “but you live under my roof & you will live by my rules. Either Elizabeth accompanies you, otherwise you don’t go.” He finished, turning & opening the door. “& get changed into something more appropriate!” He muttered as he closed it swiftly behind him.

“Fuck!” Maddie yelled, stamping her heeled foot in exasperation.

“I’m sorry sis”, I said, standing up & walking towards the door. “We’ll do something fun tonight though, don’t worry.”

“What?! Beth, you’re gonna come, right?”

“Maddie, seriously? I love you, but no. I can’t stand that sorta crowd, the music gives me a headache & I do not wanna see that pompous asshole you’re fucking. Plus, I’ve got college papers stacking up, I just.. No, I’m sorry.” I trailed off. Maddie looked like she was torn between crying & throwing something at me.

“You’re kidding?! You’re not going to give up one evening to help me out here? I’m you’re little sister, we’re supposed to stick together!”

I stood in the doorway of her bedroom, shaking my head.

“Beth, please. I know it’s not your scene, I know. But you could have fun, if you just let yourself!” She tried to force a smile, but she could see it wasn’t working, so she tried the guilt tactic. “We used to do everything together after we lost mom, we were inseparable. Since you started college, all you do is sit in your room studying, I feel like I never see you anymore. Please, for me, just come out & let’s hang out like sisters again. I don’t even have to hang out with the band after, it can just be a Beth & Maddie night!”

I groaned, & she squealed with excitement, knowing she had successfully guilted me. She jumped on me & wrapped her arms around my neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!”

“We are not going backstage though, I mean it. We’re watching the gig & we’re coming back home Mads.” I said seriously & she nodded her head. I sighed as I dragged myself to my bedroom go get changed, already dreading the night ahead.

Later that evening

I stood awkwardly at the front of the boisterous crowd that was jumping up & down in time to Take Me To The Top. The air was humid & sweaty & I’d been elbowed in the face at least 3 times. Vinces leather encased crotch was exactly my eye level & I could see Nikki smirking at me from off to the left. I couldn’t fucking wait to go home.

Vince crouched down as he sang the last line & planted a kiss on an all too willing blonde with huge tits that had been flashing her enhanced assests next to me throughout the whole gig. I rolled my eyes for about the 100th time that evening as they wrapped up the song &, with it, the show.

“Thank god.” I said, spinning around towards the exit.

“Woah, where do you think you’re going, Princess?” I felt my jaw clench. I closed my eyes & took a deep breath to prepare for the encounter.

“Home.” I said bluntly, turning around to face the sweaty, backcombed, mess of a man that stood with his arm draped around my little sisters shoulders, smirking at me

He ignored me. “So, you couldn’t stay away, huh? Let me guess, you’ve gotten past the too-good-for-you phase & now you’re in the looking-for-some-excitement phase?” He grinned wickedly.

“Sorry Sixx, you’re way off. I’m definitely still too good for you.” I said, smiling at him as sickeningly sweetly as I could.

“Figures. Poor Vinny will be heartbroken, he’s been dying to get into those bunched up panties of yours.” he said, flashing that infamous arrogant smile once again. He turned to Maddie, “come on doll, let’s head back stage, Tommy’s got some stuff that’ll lighten up your stiff of a sister.” He laughed. I saw Maddie elbow him & mutter something under her breath, that caused Nikkis smirk to widen.

“We can’t, I’m sorry, I promised Beth we wouldn’t stay. The show was fucking savage though, you guys killed it, as usual.” Maddie said, before kissing Nikki quickly & turning towards me, but the devil caught a hold of her hand.

“Come on babe,” he whined, pulling her back towards him, “it’s been a while & I’ve missed you,” he mumbled against her lips, stroking her cheek. I watched her melt against him once again, caving into his will. I could see why my little sister had been taken in by him. That sultry voice & those wicked eyes, I could see that he had a skill for manipulating & dragging people down with him, but making it all seem so appealing at the same time. The devil wasn’t a little red man with horns. The devil was Nikki Sixx & he was beautiful & dangerous & smooth as hell.

“Please Beth?” Maddie pleaded, a hint of desperation in her eyes. I knew there would be no dragging her away at this point.

“Fine, but only because I’m not leaving you alone with him.” I shot Nikki a piercing look. “& only for like 10 minutes, Daddy will kill me if I don’t get you back soon.” I said, which triggered a snigger from Nikki.

We headed backstage & into a dimly lit room. I walked through & immediately spotted the 3 lines of coke cut up neatly on a small glass table in the centre of the room, just before Tommy leaned over & snorted one up without any hesitation. Vince was sat on a dingy little couch, being straddled by the busty blonde from earlier. Mick was sat on a chair, clearly trying to stay as far away from the scene happening literally everywhere else in the room, swigging straight from a bottle of vodka & tuning his guitar.

“Yo Sixx, Maddie, vacuum this mess up!” Tommy yelled, beaming. Nikki obliged, immediately heading over to the table & expertly sniffing up the powder before picking up a bottle of Jack & chugging it down. He turned & looked expectantly at Maddie, waiting for her to rinse & repeat. She hesitated & slowly looked at me, the guilt written all over her face.

I lost it.

“You are fucking kidding me Maddie?! Fucking coke, are you mad?! Nah, that is it, we are fucking leaving.” I yelled, grabbing her hand, kicking over the little glass table, shattering the bottle of Jack & sending the remaining coke up into a powdery white cloud. Nikki strode over, blocking the doorway before I had chance to drag Maddies ass out.

“You better move out of my fucking way Sixx.”

“Beth come on, it’s fine honestly, I’ve only done it a couple of times, it’s no big deal-“ Maddie protested.

I ignored her, fixing my eyes on the devil standing in my way. “I said move.”

“Or what, Princess?” He replied, his voice deadly smooth.

“Nikki, come on man, if the girl wants to go, she wants to go. Move out the way dude.” Said Tommy, his voice sounding apologetic.

“She can go.” He replied sharply. “But you can leave my little play thing.” He purred, putting his hand under Maddies chin & tilting her head up to look at him, those green eyes flashing sinfully.

“Excuse me?!” Both she & I yelled together.

“I am not your fucking toy,” said Maddie angrily, swatting his hand from her face & shoving him away from her. “How fucking dare you?!”

Nikki laughed harshly. “Of course you are!” the coke & drink making him bolder & ruder. “You’re a groupie, a fun way to end a good show. What else did you think this was?” He asked, visibly amused.

Maddies face flushed a deep shade of pink in embarrassment, before anger visibly took over. “Fuck you, you fucking asshole!” She screamed, before pushing past him & out of the door.

I glared at Nikki with disgust. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s too fucking good for you.” I spat, barging past him & after my sister, eventually catching up with her.

“I’m so sorry Beth.. I didn’t mean.. I thought he liked me yanno.. God I’m so fucking stupid.. I’m sorry..” She managed to say between her sobs.

“Come on babe, it’s fine, let’s just get you home.” I whispered, wiping away her tears & putting my arm around her. “We’ve got some fucking posters to take down.”

[xsixxx]

Bad Influence, chapter one

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Spring ‘81

“That was un-fucking-believable! I can’t wait for them to play again!” Maddie yelled, jumping on my back as we left the Starwood.

“Get off”, I grumbled, pushing her off, irritated by her constant childlike excitement that never seemed to fade. “Play again? You barely saw them play this time, they were too busy fighting with the crowd!”

Maddie giggled, “well yeah, that’s part of the fun, Beth! Yanno, it’s their whole image!”

“I thought their image was tight pants & make up”, I said, rolling my eyes. I was already bored of Mötley Crüe. I’d spent the last hour watching them awkwardly & drunkenly, stumble though their set, as well as stumble on stage in the high heels they clearly didn’t know how to walk in. They stopped every 5 minutes to fight someone in the audience or take a swig of Jack from the bottle they were sharing between the 4 of them. To say they weren’t my kind of scene was an understatement, but to my music-loving little sister, they were gods & she had no intention of shutting up about them any time soon.

“Did you see the bassist swing his guitar into that guys head?!” Maddie carried on, still riding that post-gig high. “& when the drummer dived off the stage onto the other guy?! Man, they’re so fucking metal”, she laughed.

“Um hm”, I mumbled, tuning her out & power walking ahead, until I spotted her sparking up a cigarette out the corner of my eye.

“What the hell, Maddie?! Put it out!” I yelled. “Daddy will kill you!”

She laughed, taking a long drag & blowing the smoke directly into my already angry face. “Chill out Beth, he won’t!”

“You’re right, he won’t, he’ll kill me for letting you. I’m supposed to look after you, now put it out!” I tried swiping the cigarette from smirking lips, but Maddie was too quick, dodging me. She laughed again, but noted the growing annoyance on my face &, after taking a few quick drags, she dropped it on the floor & stubbed it out with the tip of her white stiletto.

“Great, now you smell like an ash tray! I can’t risk daddy smelling smoke on you, we’re gonna have to go somewhere to kill some time until he’s gone to bed”, I groaned, thinking of the college paper I’d got waiting for me at home, that I’d already put off to accompany Maddie to this stupid gig at my fathers request. I inwardly cursed them both as I pushed open the door to the overcrowded diner. I was immediately hit by the smell of yet more smoke, partnered with bacon & coffee. The grubby dinner was harshly lit & loud, with the buzz of a Saturday night in West Hollywood. We sat down in one of the few remaining booths, just as an middle aged waitress came up & asked for our order.

“I’ll take some blueberry pancakes & a Jack & Coke please”, Maddie smiled, sitting up straighter & sticking out her chest a little, in a feeble attempt to appear older than her 18 years.

“No she won’t,” I cut in sharply, shooting her a look that told her not to keep pushing me tonight. “We’ll both just take a coffee please, thank you.” The waitress smirked at Maddie & winked, before nodding at me & walking off.

“Maddie, quit while you’re ahead”, I snapped, having had enough of her rebellion for one night. She rolled her eyes & looked away from my glare. Suddenly, something behind me caught her attention because her mouth instantly dropped open & I noticed her cheeks flush a girlish pink.

“Holy shit Beth it’s them, it’s fucking Mötley Crüe!” She whispered, her eyes growing wide & following them as the walked past our table to a booth a few down from where we were sat. “Holy shit, holy shit, I can’t believe it!”

“Mads, seriously, they’re just some guys that have played a couple of crappy shows at the Starwood, they’re not famous. Get a hold of yourself”, I scoffed. I fished in my bag for my textbook just as the waitress came over with our coffee. I thanked her & opened up my book, mentally patting myself on the back for thinking ahead & bringing some sort of study aid with me, being as I couldn’t get started on my paper tonight. I started reading, but Maddies out loud commentary on everything the leather-clad band were doing repeatedly cut in to my studying.

“Oh my god look at them! The bassist is so flirting with that waitress! What th- He’s just started bashing the drummers head on the table!” She laughed. “Beth look! Beth, you’re not looking!”

I sighed & glanced up from my book towards the foursome, just in time to see one of them with long, curly brown hair inhale a cigarette through his nose & blow it out of his mouth. “Charming”, I muttered, getting back to my studies as Maddie giggled like a schoolgirl.

“Do you think I should go over there?” She asked seriously, looking at me with eager eyes.

“Absolutely not!” I snapped, thinking of the heart attack our dad would have if he knew his precious Madeline had hung out with four drunk 20-somethings, dressed head to toe in leather & studs. I looked at Maddie, looking longingly over at this literal motley crew & knew her mind was already made up. “Mads, I mean it!” I hissed at her, as I watched her stand up, playing deaf to my protests.

“I’ll be back in a sec..” & she let her sentence trail off & she strutted over to their table.

“Goddamn it.” I shoved my book back in my bag, zipped it up, left my coffee to go cold & walked over to their table, just as one of them with teased black hair & smeared black lines on his cheekbones pulled Maddie down on to his lap. She was giggling & telling them all how great the show was.

I stopped next to her, hand on my hip & cleared my throat, a little too patronisingly. All five of them looked up at me.

“Maddie, come on, we’ve gotta get home”, I said, making sure that my eyes were conveying to her the anger that I was trying to keep from seeping into my voice.

“Calm down, doll”, the one who’s lap my sister was perched on said, “come join us for a little bit, we’re just getting to know your friend here”. He flashed an arrogant smirk at me that made my skin crawl & my knees go weak all at the same time. I watched his hand slither around Maddies waist & saw her blush once again & giggle.

“She’s not my friend, she’s my little sister & we’re heading home now. Maddie, let’s go.”

“I don’t want to!”, she whined, pouting her lips at me

“Let her have some fun!” exclaimed the beautiful blonde, who I recalled being the singer. “Why don’t you sit down?”, he said, as he grabbed my hand & pulled me into the seat next to him, opposite Maddie & the handsy one with the devilish smirk. “What’s your name?” Handsy asked, downing a shot of Jack.

“Erm, Elizabeth.” I said, a little flustered by how forward they were.

“Lizzy, pleasure to meet you, I’m Nikki Sixx”, he said, removing his hand from stroking my sisters waist & offering it to me for a hand shake.

“Beth, not Lizzy,” I replied, ignoring his outstretched hand. He smirked again, returning his hand, now to my sisters ass. “This is Vince Neil, our singer”, he said, looking at the blonde next to me, “Mick Mars, guitarist”, he nodded towards a slightly older looking man who was sipping from a hip flask before stashing it back in his leather trench coat, “& this is our drummer, To-“

“I’m Tommy, Tommy Lee!”, cut in the boyish, curly haired brunette that I saw smoking through his nose earlier. He was almost as exciteable as Maddie as he stood up & leaned across the table to shake my hand. I instinctively shook it, despite my reservations to shake Nikkis hand. I don’t know what it was, but something about Tommy just felt friendly & warm. I smiled at him as he sat back down.

“So what did you think of the show?” Tommy quizzed, practically bouncing in his seat.

“I loved it! You guys fucking killed it up there.” Maddie gushed, going pink again, as I noticed Nikki grip firmly on her ass as she praised them.

Pig, I thought.

“& what about you Lizzy?” Nikki drawled, that smirk playing on the corners of lips as he followed my eyeline to his hand, reading my mind.

“Not really my sorta thing. Too heavy.” I stated, refusing to break my glare at Nikki. They all laughed at my answer.

“Thank you!” said Nikki, that smirk plastered across his face once again.

“Beth isn’t really into this kinda scene”, Maddie babbled, “she’s always too busy studying to have any actual fun.. I don’t think she even knows how to!” I knew she was only poking fun, but her words irritated & embarrassed me all the same. I gave her a swift kick under the table, only for Nikki to jump as I realised too late that my Dr Marten had instead come in contact with his leg. I blushed awkwardly & he saw, a flash of mischief playing in those pale green eyes as he enjoyed my discomfort.

“You don’t have to play footsie with me doll,” he laughed arrogantly, “just let me know if you’re interested & I’ll swap your sister out for you.”

“Pig,” I mumbled, out loud this time, which only caused him to laugh more.

“Not a fucking chance Sixx, finders keepers.” Grinned Vince, draping his arm around my neck. He looked at me with eyes I knew most girls wouldn’t resist & he gently twisted a piece of my hair around his finger. “So babe, you’re not a fan huh? How can I change your mind?”, he purred, staring at my lips as I scoffed at his advances.

“Write better music”, I laughed. Nikkis head shot round from whispering god knows what in to my little sisters ear & glared at me. “You’ve got a problem with my music?” He snapped, not looking for an answer, but an arguement.

“Told you, it’s not my sort of thing”, I shrugged, not caring if I offended him.

“Of course it’s not”, his voice & his face relaxing slightly, “girls like you never want to admit they like our music. It’s too raw for their clean cut, I’m-too-good-for-everyone image.” He smirked.

“‘Girls like me’?!” I fired back, feeling my face growing hot. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”

“I know all about you, Princess. I’ve fucked enough girls like you to know exactly how it goes.” he started, that smirk growing by the second. “First you pretend my music & my lifestyle is beneath you, like you’re too good to party with us. Then you start to get bored & realise how dull your self-obsessed life actually is & you crave some excitement. Then suddenly, a bad boy in your bed seems like a pretty fucking good idea, because I’ll tell you now Princess, we might wear lipstick, but we’ll fuck you better than your preppy jock boyfriends ever could.” Nikki sat back, that smirk wider than ever, as his band mates sniggered around him. I looked at Maddie, who was desperately trying to stifle her girlish giggle.

I saw red. I was ready to slap that smug face & storm out, but that egotistical smile triggered something in me that made me feel bold & brave. I sat there & smirked right back at him. “First of all, you don’t know me. Second, I’m not ‘too good’ to party with you, more like too busy, studying to get a real job so I’m not stuck playing half-assed gigs for 20 people in the Starwood every other weekend for no pay. Second, being ‘self-obsessed’ has taught me one thing.. I fuck me better than you ever could, so what use are you to me?” I heard Tommy laugh out loud before clapping a hand over his mouth. “But yanno,” I continued without breaking eye contact with Nikki, “a bad boy does seem fun..”, I turned to look at Vince, entangled my fingers in his hair & kissed him. I felt him freeze up, then immediately relax & pull me eagerly on to his lap, holding the back of my neck & pulling me in closer. He tasted like whiskey & cigarettes. I pulled away & looked over at Nikki, that smile suddenly gone from his face. Everyone else at the table was staring at me with their mouths open, except for Vince who was smiling from ear to ear. “You’re right about one thing though Nikki.. I am bored.” & with that, I stood up. “Maddie, we’re leaving.”

I grabbed my sisters hand & pulled her up off the devils lap & strutted away, my head high & my heart racing.

“Fucking bitch”, I heard Nikki mumble.

I pushed open the door to the diner & the brisk midnight air hit me in the face. It was a welcome relief. I stood there for a second, my heart still thumping away in my chest from the adrenaline. “Cigarette.” I said to Maddie, extending my hand without looking at her. She obliged, handing one to me, her eyes wide like she was seeing me for the first time. I lit it & took a long drag, the nicotine flooding my system & calming my nerves.

“Who are you?!” Maddie whispered with a smile, finally finding her voice.

“Please, I smoked way before you did, you fucking teenager.” I laughed, rolling my eyes. “I just know how to hide it from daddy better than you.”

“What in the fuck just happened in there?! You just full on tongued the fucking front man of Mötley Crüe! What have you done with my sister?!” She cackled, absolutely bursting with excitement & laughter once again.

“Hey, there were no tongues, ew!” I laughed, “Urgh I don’t know, that goddamn bassist just got to me, I didnt like how he spoke as if he knew me. I wanted to shock him or something, I don’t know..” I let my sentence trail off. In all honesty, I’m wasn’t sure why I kissed Vince. Nikkis voice was ringing in my ears, mocking me & a part of me just wanted prove him wrong.

“I don’t care why you did it, I’m so fucking proud! My dorky big sister, the groupie!” Joked Maddie, jumping up on my shoulders once again.

“I don’t think so, if I never saw that band again, it’d be too soon. Especially that Nikki Sixx.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Speak of the devil & he shall appear.” Came a velvet smooth voice from behind me. I turned to see the devil in the form of Nikki, leaning against the wall, sparking up a cigarette. He took a drag & walked towards us, fixing his eyes on mine as he walked up to my little sister. He put his fingers under her chin, tilted her head up & pressed his lips against hers. I watched her melt against him, wrapping her arms around his neck & kissing him back. Anger flooded back through me. Who does this asshole think he is? For just a second before he pulled away, his eyes opened & stared at me once again, hoping to see my reaction. Then he removed himself from my sister, flashed a conceited smile my way before looking back at Maddie.

“I hope to see you at one of my gigs soon, doll”, he murmured to her, lazily kissing her on the cheek & turning to walk back inside. “You too Lizzy.” he said.

“It’s Beth,” I shot back, irritated all over again.

“I know,” he said, smirking at me one last time before the door shut behind him.

God, I hated him.

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hello! ✨

howdy! this is my new blog for queen/borhap writing. I'll mostly be writing for Brian (because hhh) and to start this blog off, send me some headcanons or short prompts and ill write drabbles for them!

I'll be willing to write smut and fluff! hope you stick around for the ride!

[4jays]

Hi are you still doing ships? If so can I pls have one? I’m 5’3, I have blue eyes and my hair is kinda blonde but not really. I’m built like one of those fat bottomed girls Brian writes about and tend to fall from roofs that aren’t high up. I write a lot and read a lot and I’m really into fantasy books. I’m kinda shy and most things terrify me my ‘aesthetic’ is lazy punk, if you will

I'm getting a lot of Brian vibes from a lot of people honestly. The whole fat bottomed girls and reading fantasy books really tells a lot for me.

You and Brian met at the library.

You were reaching for a book and he just so happened to be reaching for the same one.

"It's a really good book honestly, I've probably read it over a hundred times," he commented

You and Brian came to an agreement you would get the book first and he would take it right after you as long as you sat down together to discuss it.

(he was internally screaming "please like the book")

You read it in within a day and arrived back at the library, where he was searching for a new book as well

From there on it clicked.

Eventually you told him you wrote as well and he was very eager to read your writing

He offered as a "proof reader"

Brian offered you endless support (bonus points for a ton of constructive criticism from our perfectionist)

He loved cuddling with you on the couch, playing with your hair after a good story/show

[swatato]

The Trick™

[thatawkwardtinyperson-deactivat]

THIS IS HOW IT WORKS.

NOTICE REVIEWS ON THERE AS WELL

[silverlight013]

Yep

[first-ex-wife]

Brian May in Queen: Rock The World (2017)

[like-the-wings-of-butterflies]

I need to know if I’m the only one who gets genuinely giddy the morning after posting a fanfic? There’s something about waking up and the anticipation of logging in and seeing if people are enjoying your work. Sometimes it feels like opening a gift on Christmas!

But I’ve got to be honest, I’m a sucker for the sweet little messages people write in the tags of their reblog.

Recognising the efforts someone has put into producing a story is greatly appreciated and encourages us as writers to continue what we’re doing! We all get stuck sometimes and we all need those gentle reminders to keep going.

Hopefully other fanfic authors can agree ♡

[4jays]

👑Ship me, please?👑 Okay so I’m Lexi & my icon is me! I’m 19, 5’4,Taurus ♉️, & ISFP. Pros? I’d say I’m playful, loyal as a dog, great listener, smiley, weird sense of humour🤹‍♀️, EXTRA, sarcastic, EXTREMELY supportive of those I care about, enthusiastic, and talkative. Neutral? I’m very sensitive, independent, endearingly mildly socially awkward, tend to ramble a lot, and am a bit of a perfectionist 😬 Cons? I’m shy, stubborn, impatient, impulsive, (1/3)

You are so brave to admit you ran into a wall. But honestly I ship you with Brian.

He takes a big interest in your art and photography.

His favorite photos that you've taken are all pinned against his wall

Brian also loves watching you draw/paint, he finds it very therapeutic

Shopping and thrifting with him is the best.

You crack jokes and play fight with each other the whole way through while looking for some cool clothes.

Sometimes when you both spot something pretty neat there's a race to who can get it first. It gets pretty heated

Whenever he is feeling low he can rely on you for a good ear

Your enthusiasm brings him so much happiness. And your smile makes his day 10x brighter.

He's always willing to listen to you ramble on about anything your heart desires. Brian tries to be as supportive as he can possibly be.

Brian understands you don't prefer confrontations so he tries his best to help you out and stick up for you when needed.