Preference #15 - He gets over protective
Nikki: You were willing to accept the responsibilities that came with being a rockstar’s girlfriend. You were accepting of the random, busy schedule, the constant interruption of fans, you were even accepting of the drunk phone calls you received at four in the morning when he was on tour. The only thing you weren’t ever really able to accept or tolerate, however, was the paparazzi. Furthermore, they were relentless. Everywhere you went, you saw them. And it was never really an instance of them just being there and taking pictures, but a constant flurry of questions and insults that came one after another. It was absolutely atrocious. It was atrocious and you were absolutely brimmed full of fear. And Nikki could see it all over your face as you scrutinized the commotion that awaited from the outside of the hotel. “It’s just one short walk to the tour bus,” He whispered in your ear, his breath hot as it made your skin prickle. “Yeah, no worries.” You feigned a smile, as a grimace met your lips your eyes darting to the floor. You had always been an awful liar. Sensing your apprehension more than he had before, Nikki pulled his lips from your ear and instead pressed them to your temple as his palm rubbed over your shoulder reassuringly. You knew that Nikki would never let anything happen to you, but you still couldn’t help but to dread the inevitable inquisition that awaited from the outside. “Ready?” Nikki inquired as he tightened his grip around your shoulder, staring over you carefully to make sure you were comfortable. “Ready.” You sighed and suddenly you were walking through the doors. “Y/N, Y/N how does it feel to be on tour? Does it bother you to see girls throw themselves at Nikki every night? Did you come with him because you were afraid he would cheat?” You tried to focus on the concrete, your head hanging low to prevent the flash from hurting your eyes. One quick walk to the bus, that was it; you could do this. “Y/N do the rumors regarding Nikki’s affair bother you? How do you feel about the cheating scandal?” Your pace began to quicken as the tour bus was now only inches away, your sanctuary finally here. “One last thing, Y/N, can you confirm whether or not the rumors of you being pregnant are true? Insiders have reported that you’ve tripled in size since the last time you two were last reported together, is the baby his?” Your eyes pricked with tears as you stopped at the threshold of the bus, staring at Nikki with horror and sadness. You most certainly were not pregnant and you were shocked that they had just made an assumption based on your weight. Embarrassment and shame could not even begin to touch how you were feeling. Then it happened: Nikki had finally had enough. Launching himself across the way, he tackled the culprit to the ground and began to punch him repeatedly face, blinded by the rage that consumed him. You watched in shock as his fist began to bloody (as did the paparazzi’s face) as he lost himself in a blinding rage, his actions involuntarily as he kept going. Although you were truthfully afraid to touch Nikki, you couldn’t help but to worry about the possibility of a jail sentence as you watched him pummel the man mercilessly. The poor guy stood no chance at the mercy of your overprotective boyfriend. So, deciding against yourself, you finally yanked Nikki back by his waist, peeling him off of the wounded lowlife who was now crying in pain. Once you made it onto the bus, you shoved him into the first open seat a small huff leaving your mouth as you pressed your hands against your hips exasperatedly. “I know you’re probably mad, but the son of a bitch had it coming.” Nikki muttered shifting in his seat uncomfortably as you stared down at him intensely. You wanted to be mad, you wanted to reprimand him for being so reckless and so dangerous, but you just couldn’t. How could you be mad at someone who was only defending you? Who only did what they did in honor of you? You just couldn’t do it. Kneeling before him, as you pressed his chin in between your thumb and your forefinger, you brought his face to yours, your noses touching. “You are so getting laid tonight, Sixx.” You whispered as a smile broke across his face, his eyes twinkling with relief. And suddenly the space between you closed, his lips molding against yours faster than they ever had before.
Vince: You weren’t like any other women Vince had ever dated before and he had dated a lot of women in his days. Furthermore, you were the exception to the rule. You could hang out with his bandmates and shotgun a beer, you even LOVED strip clubs. You were daring, courageous, and brave, yet you knew what it meant to be tasteful and classy. You were the type of girl who he could bring home to his parents, yet take out for a wild night on the sunset strip. Vince was smitten; you were perfect. You handled his crazy life without a single care in the world, and never flinched at the loads of hate you got from the fans and from the paparazzi. In fact, Vince had never even been a witness to a falter of your effervescent, bubbly mood. That is until, now. You were waiting in line to order the guys another round of shots when a belligerent drunk man began to talk to you. “How much do I have to pay you to give me a dance?” You shifted your weight uncomfortably as you smoothed down your tight fitting dress, suddenly self conscious about the way the dress hugged your curves so intentionally. “Aw, I don’t work here, sir. But there are plenty of beautiful ladies here that may be able to assist you,” You offered, smiling awkwardly before turning your attention back to the line. You had hoped that that would be enough for the man to catch the hint, but were unfortunately disappointed when he moved closer to you. “I don’t want them, I want you.” He insisted, the smell of alcohol on his breath making your stomach roll. “I have a boyfriend, please leave me alone now.” You whispered, your skin paling as he reached up to tuck a piece of hair behind your air lovingly, his eyes focused and intent on one thing: you. “Forget about him, worry about me and how I can make you feel.” Reaching around to pinch your butt, you gasped as the tears began to well in your eyes, disgust filling you to the brim. Where was Vince when you needed him? Your questions were answered when suddenly his fist was connecting with the belligerent mans jaw, his forearm shoving his back against the wall roughly. “Touch her again and I will rip your fucking head off your shoulders, do you hear me?” Vince spit between his clenched teeth, his forearm moving to his neck as the man gasped for air. “So, you’re the chick she’s dating? I didn’t realize she was a lesbian, reason number one you should let me have my way with her. She needs to know what it’s like to be with a man,” Suddenly throwing the man to the ground, Vince toppled on top of him his fist connecting directly with the bridge of his nose. Your eyes were wide when you saw blood and instantly you knew you needed to put a stop to the madness. Vince had been to jail once; he didn’t need to go again. “Stop, stop!” You screeched, yanking him by the arm as you reeled him into you in shock. His eyes were wild as his chest heaved violently. Your once sweet, and compassionate boyfriend had transitioned to a deranged lunatic. You were gobsmacked by the harsh transformation. Grabbing his arm tightly, you led him outside to the smoking area where you pushed him into a wire chair, running a shaky hand through your hair as you examined him carefully. “What were you thinking, Vince?” You whispered, brushing your thumb over his lip that was now bleeding from the fight. Where he had successfully broke the guys nose, the man had still got a couple good swipes on him. “I was thinking that I didn’t like the way he was talking to you, or the fact that he touched your ass.” You flinched at the way he used the words, the mere memory bringing you discomfort. “Is it worth getting in trouble though? I would’ve been okay.” You whispered, sitting in front of him as you grabbed a piece of ice from your cup, pressing it gingerly to his hurt lip. “Is that even a question? You’re always going to be worth it, Y/N. I will go to the ends of the Earth to protect you; to make sure you are receiving the respect and reverence you undoubtedly deserve. It’s my job to protect you, to love you, and to serve justice in the most unjust situations. Don’t you get that you’re my world now?” Upon hearing his words, your heart melted, your face breaking into a small smile. How could you be mad? “My lesbian hero,” You joked in reference to the mans previous insult, you both beginning to laugh softly as Vince leaned in for a kiss.
Mick: The more popular Motley Crue got, the crazier the parties got. Small parties consisting only of the band and the girls they chose to be with, had now multiplied by the hundreds and no matter where you went you were constantly bumping into people. Which led you to now. You had lost track of Mick hours ago, and were currently on a mission to find him again as it was your third year anniversary. You hadn’t even wanted to come to this dumb party in the first place, but the boys had been relentless in the begging as it was a celebration in regards to their year long success. So, you had came with the intention on leaving an hour in so that you guys could split for your date afterwards. Of course, it didn’t go as planned. “Oops, sorry.” You cringed, as you knocked into the back of a man resulting in him to drop his beer onto the floor. “What the fuck, you bitch?” He snapped at you, turning around on his heel to come face to face with you. You flinched at his words. “It’s a little crowded, I didn’t mean to.” You whispered, dropping to your knees to pick up the drink for him. “Since your down there, you can make it up to me.” The guy chuckled darkly, your cheeks turning red from the inappropriate comment. “I’m just getting your drink for you,” You stammered, picking the can up as you attempted to climb back to your feet. Much to your surprise, however, the man shoved you back down by your shoulder, knotting his fingers in your hair. “I said, make it up to me.” You had never known Mick to be anything other than gentle and kind which is why from the moment his fist connected to the man’s cheek, you froze in complete and total trepidation, fear trickling through you like April showers. It had taken one single, solitary punch, just one; and the man was out cold, his body crumbling to the floor next to you in one swift motion. As if that wasn’t enough, however, Mick threw in one last swift kick to the gut before spitting a lugey onto his back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to tie the whole thing together. You were shocked; frozen in disquietude. “Get em’ out of here,” Mick muttered angrily, as the security guards lifted his limp body from the floor and drug him out of the room. You were amazed how everyone continued partying as if nothing whatsoever had happened; was this their norm? Seeing someone get punched to the point of being unconscious? How was everybody so blase? You scrambled to your feet. “You okay?” Mick asked, taking a careful step towards you causing you to take a step back. For a second, Mick furrowed his eyebrows in confusion unsure why you weren’t allowing him to get close to you. Then, all at once, he connected the dots: you were afraid. You watched as his face dropped, his eyes growing sad, anxious, and afraid all at once. “Hey, I’m not going to hurt you.” He murmured softly, inching towards you as he outstretched his palm. You grabbed his palm in yours with a shaky hand, relaxing when he stepped closer to you, brushing loose strands of hair behind your ear tenderly. Even though you were trying not to let it show, you were afraid. Finally closing the space between the both of you, his palm pressed against the back of your head as he pulled you closely to his chest. You could hear the pounding of his heart strong and healthy through the thin material of his shirt, and you closed your eyes allowing it to lull you into a state of peace. “I didn’t mean to scare you, you know I would never hurt you, right? You know that I only did that to protect you?” You nodded into his chest, answering his frantic questions. “I love you so much, Y/N. I’m so so sorry I scared you, sweetheart, I only ever want you to feel safe.” Tipping your head back to stare into his eyes, you smiled sadly at the fear that swam in his eyes. You knew Mick did it because he loved you; because the man made you uncomfortable. It was silly to be scared when afterall all he was doing was defending your honor and making sure that you weren’t uncomfortable. You suddenly felt ashamed for being afraid for the split second you were. “Don’t be sorry, it’s okay.” You assured him, watching as he let out a sigh in relief, his body noticeably relaxing under your touch. “I love you, Y/N.” Mick sighed once again, his forehead pressing against yours gently. “I love you, Mick Mars.” You whispered back, pecking his lips as his arms wounded around your waist. You let out an excited squeal when suddenly he lifted you from the ground, spinning you in a half circle. “Let’s get out of here, my casanova,” You giggled, your lips pressing against his once again as he led you out of the room.
Tommy: You had just finished your date with Tommy and it had been perfect except for now. As you walked back to your hotel, you couldn’t help but to notice an older man following closely behind you, his eyes burning holes in your back. Even though no one had said anything, no one needed to. You knew the guy was staring, Tommy knew the guy was staring, even the guy knew you guys knew. But it never let up. Furthermore, from the walk home to the theater to now ten minutes later, the stare never let up. And Tommy was 100% over it. “Hey, dude, can you not look at my girlfriend like she’s a piece of meat?” Tommy finally snapped after draping his leather jacket over your shoulders, gently pushing you forward so he could face the man. “I can’t help it your girlfriend has a nice rack,” The man unapologetically shrugged, his lips twisting into a smug smirk. “I think you need to try a little harder,” Tommy growled, the inflation in his voice causing you to turn back around in shock. You had never heard Tommy so incredibly irritated; so completely vexed by just the sound of his voice. Needless to say, you were gobsmacked. “What are you going to do? Make me-” Before the man could finish the phrase, Tommy was punching him square in the nose, grabbing the collar of his shirt so that he could knee him promptly in the gut. The man gasped for air, clearly fatigued from the blow, but Tommy wasn’t finished. Shoving him to the ground, he straddled the man slamming his head into the concrete as he spit viciously between his teeth. “Tommy, you got him, babe.” You nervously stated, grabbing his arm roughly. Tommy ignore you, however, and ripped his arm away giving the man one last blow to the mouth. “Tommy, I said enough!” You angrily shouted, yanking him by the ear. Tommy yelped in pain as you pulled the 6’2 man up from the ground, dragging him quickly away from the scene. Once you made it back to the hotel, you sat in silence as Tommy poked the buttons for your floor in the elevator. “So, are you just not going to talk to me now?” Tommy snapped, annoyed with the silent treatment you were serving him. “Yep.” You snapped, crossing your arms across your chest. When the elevator dinged, you tried to exit, but Tommy obstructed you by stretching his arm over the threshold. “You can’t seriously be mad at me, that guy was a predator.” He grumbled angrily. “And you don’t think I could have handled it by myself?’ You spouted, your voice just as angry. “It’s not your job to fight off these men, it’s mine.” Tommy argued, his anger visible as he raked a hand through his long locks. “Oh, yeah? Why is that? I’ve been capable of taking care of myself my whole life, think I’ve done a good enough job so far.” Sneering, you attempted to barrel past him, but he stopped you once again allowing the elevator doors to close. You were beyond frustrated at this point. “In no way shape or form am I saying that you are incapable of taking care of yourself. What I’m saying is that you are my girl, and you deserve to be respected. You can’t expect me to just idly stand by and watch someone size you up when you are mine to protect. You deserve the world, Y/N. And I’m not going to allow you to be disrespected like that under my watch, no fucking way..” Lowering your head, you let out a defeated exhale. You knew Tommy was only trying to protect you, but why did he have to be so reckless about it? Just because he was a rockstar didn’t mean he was invincible. “You need to be careful though, babe. I don’t think you understand how important it is to maintain a good image. Your career depends on it; your band depends on it. I don’t want that to be on my conscious; just because some loser hits on me.” Tommy’s face softened as he took a step towards you, shaking his head. “I don’t give a shit about any of that, Y/N. YOU are my priority. Not the band, not the success, not the money: YOU. So, at the end of the day, I’m going to do what I have to do to protect you. None of the other shit matters,” The elevator dinged just as Tommy stopped talking and this time, it was him making a beeline to the exit, though just as he had done to you the previous times you stopped him this time. Pressing your palm against his arm, you pulled him back to you a small smile curling at your lips. “I suppose I would be lying if I didn’t say that watching you beat him up didn’t turn me on,” Tommy’s eyes lit up at your words as he curled his arm around your waist, his smile wider than you had ever seen it. “Does that mean elevator sex?” He asked. “That means elevator sex,” You nodded and suddenly you were hoisted around his waist, your back slammed against the wall as Tommy kissed you with passion and vehemence.
