Mohawks and safety pins

The dawning of a new era 

(A/N:This will be a story of a punk in the late 70s as they experience the revolution which is punk rock and everything that comes with it

And I say fan fiction because maybe you will  meet some people along the way, some may be famous some may not be, hell lil' old you might even have a run in with the infamous groupie herself Nancy Spungen or the punk fashion legend Vivian Westwood

Y/N: you're name
M/N: mum's name
D/N: dad's name
S/N: sister's name

I will also be using they/them pronouns so anyone can put themselves into place

But back to the task at hand)
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Y/N's story begins on the 30/11/76, the day before the sex pistols made an outrageous act on the bill Grundy show that would change EVERYTHING.

Y/N woke up in a full on sweat as They sat up on their single bed in their tiny room, hearing their mum and dad going at it again, not sex.. At least not yet anyway that ... will probably go on for hours later.

The sad thing about Y/N living with their parents at this point in their life was They couldn't get a job so They didn't have any money And was stuck in their tiny house with a bratty, annoying, goody 'I'll do anything for daddy' little sister who was about to turn sixteen and their parents who somehow are keeping their marriage together.

It was the 70s and unemployment rates where pretty high for the kids between their teenage years and Adulthood so yeah no moving out for lil Y/N ..it's not even an option.

After a while of
M/N: "Fuck you D/N. FUCK YOU D/N"
And a little bit of
D/N: " YOU STUPID BITCH"
And a sprinkle of
S/N: " PLEASE STOP THE BOTH OF YOU"
And so on and so forth with the insults and threats and their sister trying to stop everything and getting shouted at for it.

Y/N decided to get up, slipping their skinny and lanky body out of bed so they could get dressed, Putting on a pair of blue work jeans that over times became ripped to hell on the knees, a shirt that said "cash for chaos " that they got from some place down kings cross called "sex". it was a pretty cool shop and it had some weird and wacky clothes... as well as a bunch of bondage and sex fetish stuff which kinda weirded Y/N out (unless you are into that I don't judge). the artist who did all these clothes was pretty well known and was always eager to hear feed back on her work ..Vivian Westwood!

..then there was the manager/owner of the store Malcolm McLaren, that guy just gave off weird/bad vibes but he was also the manager of this band the 'sex pistols'.

They were described by the news as the leaders of this new style of music and fashion called 'punk' there were also a few others like a band called 'the clash' and a few others.
Y/N was often referred to as 'a punk' but they weren't really aware of what it meant, they were never really aware of the music either.. or the impact it would have on them once they do a little research.

As Y/N put on a pair of work boots and a denim jacket they sighed now hearing their parents' bed squeak, they then walked out of the door not knowing by the afternoon to nighttime they would be thrown head first into the world Of sex, drugs and Rock n roll by their three best friends on a quest full of sex, drugs, violence and music.

(A/N: so that's the start of my first story, I hope you like it!
If there is any suggestions or corrections or anything please comment and give me feedback thx!!!!!!! 

P.s: ima try to update it weekly or when I have nothing better to do so get ready for pure randomness of updates also probably will just continue the story in first person and the other character's POV cause I cba to write they and them pronouns over and over cause my grammar is ass))