#crüe fic ideas

[cruesuffix]

CRAZY IDEA ALERT🚨

mick is a wizard with a talent for shapeshifting and he loves to shapeshift into a little black cat whenever he and nikki are fighting (to avoid conflict ofc) but one day he messes up and can’t shift back to his human form, which makes nikki panic. i’ll have to map out what happens after, but i literally got this idea as i was about to fall asleep and now i can’t stop thinking about it.

[rottindecay]

im going to go INSANE.

can all these Motley Crue fics NOT have some sort of daddy kink for ONCE?? GOD!!!!

lifes hard out here.

at this point i might just have to make some Motley fics myself.. maybe..

if Motley if your thing first of all, we NEED to be moosts!!!! and second of all, please send ideas in. i wanna write for my husbands but i have no idea what to do.

I can write for Tommy and Nikki but idk about Vince and Mick.... we'll see...

[metalbrojack]

Can someone pls write me more Pamela and Tommy stories please I need more.

[teddypickerry]

can i request douglas booth! nikki x reader where it’s all of the crue members and they’re in their rehearsal room just relaxing & the reader is sleeping on the couch and subconsciously reaches out for his hand & he grabs it and just smiles and the boys see the interaction and tease him a bit (sorry if this is too specific or makes no sense at all, totally okay if you dont wanna write it either! thank u! 🖤)

𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐗’𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 !

pairings! douglas booth; nikki sixx x fem reader

word count! 800

warnings! swearing, mentions of drugs & alcohol (no fucking shit it’s a mötley crüe fic)

a/n! hope i did your request justice;) pretty short fic, also unedited!!

the typical day in the life of a rockstar is something the average joe cannot mastermind. no matter how they try, very few are fit for the partying until six in the morning, taking some random girl to your hotel room, kicking her out by seven-thirty, and then falling asleep for a few hours. until afternoon rehearsals, which you're fueled by drugs and alcohol. then the show, then all over again.

it was safe to say sticking to the tour with the crüe was challenging, to say the least. the crüe did it like no other. so, joining your boyfriend nikki on his tour was the most exhausting time of your life. the first night was thrilling and ran on pure adrenaline. but as it got a few days in, it got draining and boring. the crüe was never boring but the idea of partying anymore or taking one more sip of alcohol made you sick. so you decided to leave the clubs after only an hour or two and revert back to your hotel room. but when that got too boring you were left alone with sleep. even with that, it still wasn't even to suffice for a good night's rest.

twenty minutes into rehearsals, it hit you hard. heather finally made you lay down on the couch in nikki's room backstage. by the time he came back, you were passed out and heather was curled up in a beanbag with a book. "she was really tired but didn't want to miss the show..." the blonde woman explained to the bassist who watched your sleeping figure with soft eyes. he swallowed before turning towards her. "cool."

she nearly laughed at his masked demeanor, trying to put on a more 'mysterious' act as if he wasn't watching you with pure life in his eyes. nikki was a tough guy and it didn't take falling for a girl to ruin that. he took off his shoes and comfortably made his way under you. he lifted your legs and sat under them, your thighs rested on top of him. the silent action kept you asleep as heather watched in awe with how gentle he was.

"man, did you see that girl-" tommy's giddy voice was cut off as he entered the room, mick appearing behind him, as heather slapped his leg. he held onto it as if he'd just been shot and glanced over at where her eyes followed. the drummer noticed his bassist's warm embrace on your sleeping figure. he nearly shit himself when he saw the never seen before sight. tommy's eyes light up with a goofy grin as he mumbled something and took a seat with heather on the bean bag. mick made his way over towards the chair beside them.

the look on nikki's face was obvious. one word of this and they'd all be dead. that somehow made it much more amusing to the two. "awe hush nikki, you're such a good mommy." tommy whimpered as he 'cradled a baby' with his arms. nikki couldn't help but roll his eyes as he crossed his arms. mick took a sip of his drink before turning towards tommy. "look drummer, nikki can hold his girlfriend all he wants. if he wants to be a little pussy bitch then by all means, let him."

tommy's mouth burst open into a fit of laughter making heather slap his arm hurt fully. mick only smiled as he toyed with his bottle cap. the abrupt sound nearly awoke you, stirring on nikki. your arms stretched slightly as your hand traced nikki's arm, he immediately uncrossed his arms as your hands came together. for a moment he forgot what was going on as a smile danced across his lips. nikki was used to your grasps during your sleep, or waking up with your arms wrapped around him. but the still new feeling was a comfort.

"why don't you hold me like that?" vince pouted from the doorway with a playful grin, catching the attention of all. nikki would have jumped up and chased him until the blonde barbie fell or was tackled to the ground. but the warmth of your body was too enticing to skip out. "okay fuck you guys. she's just laying on me, what fucking ever, man."

"oooh," tommy mouthed with the twirl of his drumsticks in his left hand, while the other arm locked around his wife. "sixx's gone soft."

"if you don't shut your goddamned mouth-"

"don't wake up sleeping beauty, bassist."

[marvelobsessed134]

oh please do a part 3 of sneaking around

Where Tommy starts to catch on

Finding his daughter's clothing in Nikki's truck when him and Nikki go to town to get food

And then a few weeks later the crüe are having a concert in LA

Tommy's daughter and Nikki hook up again backstage in Nikki's dressing room

She gives him a bj for the first time and he eats her out before bending her over fucking her and just as he cums inside her

Tommy walks in the dressing room catching them. He's like WTF bro that's my daughter I'm going to kick your ass

Nikki takes off running butt naked down the hallway backstage Tommy not far behind after him 😂

Sneaking around part three: final part

Pairings: current!Nikki Sixx x fem!reader, current!Tommy Lee x fem!daughter!reader

A/n: last part of this little series. Read part one here and part two here

Warnings: brief smut, age gap, protective dad Tommy, chaotic as hell, kinda crack fic? Wholesome father-daughter moment in the end.

So far your father has not found out about the passionate love affair you have with his best friend and band mate.

Or so you thought.

Without you or Nikki knowing (obviously), Tommy found your panties in Nikki’s truck. He had starts to catch on. But he was also in a state of disbelief and decided to wait and see if the two of you were really fucking.

And then Motley had a show in LA and of course you were there. And of course you were in Nikki’s dressing room sucking him off.

“Ah fuck, such a good girl. Good little cocksucker.” He groaned as he watched you bob your head up and down along his shaft.

“Shit! Gonna cum!” The bassist hissed. And just when he sent his release down your throat your father walked in.

Your eyes widened and stood up immediately running to the corner of the room as if that was going to do anything.

“What the fuck? I knew it. I fucking knew it! I knew you were fucking my daughter behind my back!” Your dad was pissed.

Nikki tried to explain the situation as best he could but as Tommy started to walk towards him to-presumably-fight, the other older man ran out the door butt naked. Now in any other situation you’d be laughing your ass off but right now it wasn’t so funny. Tommy ran after him after pointing at you and said, “You and I are gonna talk about this later.”

You stood there, cheeks flushed from embarrassment. It was only a couple minutes before Nikki came back in the room you literally had no idea what happened.

He put his stage gear back on and walked up to you, “Don’t worry I didn’t kill him.” And you laughed a bit.

“I am so confused. What just happened?” You asked.

“I can say the same. But I think he’s calmed down now since Brittany pulled him in the dressing room to talk some sense into him.”

“I know she knew about us but she never said anything and was silently supportive. Hopefully she’ll be able to make him see our side.”

“Hopefully.”

After the show you were alone in the dressing room since Nikki was talking to the venue owners when your dad came in.

You turned around quickly with wide eyes and he put his hands up in defense.

“Hey, I’m only wanting to talk.” The drummer explained and you calmed a bit.

The two of you sat down on the couch and he let you explain what was going on. And you reminded him that you’re an adult now and can make your own decisions and that he’s a hypocrite because he’s definitely fucked some of his friends 19 year old daughters before he met your step mom.

Tommy ran a hand through his hair and sighed, “If he makes you happy then…I guess I don’t have any say in it. And if I say not to hook up with him you’re gonna do it anyway aren’t you?”

You gave a sly chuckle, “You know it dad.”

“If he hurts you let me know so I can beat his ass. Now come here.” He opened his arms up and you hugged him tightly.

“I love you Y/n.”

“I love you too dad.”

[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

The weirdest cruehead questionnaire

Hello everyone, so I've been looking at alot of these question-answer response things on Tumblr, yanno where people will like ask people from a specific fandom some qeustions to get to know the people in the community and the qeustions are usually stuff like, “how did you get into it?” And “Who's your favourite character/member” 

So I thought I'd do something like that, but just a little…. differently.

Basically I'm gonna ask y'all qeustions I've never really heard asked in the community/low-key out of pocket crue qeustions and then you guys just reblog with your responses, that sound cool?

Great!, let's get started.

1.Which member is to you the least interesting and why? ( Not least favourite, just which member do you not spend to much thought on)

2. What is the rarest Mötley crüe story or bit of information that you know?

3. What's your favourite and least favourite thing about the fandom?

4. What is your favourite Mötley book and why?

5. What is your favourite Mötley crüe supplementary material to watch (so this would include the movie, any documentaries, cartoons, anything like that) and why?

6. Which member do you personally identify with and why?

7. Pick a quote from anything non-Mötley related that reminds you of your favourite member and explain how you think it relates to them or why you think it matches them.

8. What's your favourite piece of crüe content that comes from the fandom itself ( fanart, fanfic etc.)

9. Which member do you think is the best at handling emotional situations in the band, and who's the worst and why do you think that?

10. Are you more in the fandom for the music or for the members/crazy stories themselves?

11. What song means something to you personally, good or bad?

12. Which one of the non-original members do you actually prefer to the original members?

13. What's a Mötley opinion that everyone else seems to agree on and you don't or what opinion do you have that nobody else shares?

14. Do you have any unfinished crüe content that you are/where making that you wanna share a bit of? ( This can be fanart, fic ideas, album aliases etc.)

15. What's the best thing you've experienced in the fandom?

[theoneandonlysemla]

Self-rec post

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Thanks for tagging me @rakaiawriter!

Feels weird to recommend my own fics to be honest and I will have to sprinkle in some German works that I have not translated yet to get to 5 that I really like. So, lets start:

Dealings with Daedra

Of course I have to put my baby first. What was once a little plot bunny has become a story of 150k words and will get a second part. This fic is about my OC Nevri and her struggle as the dethroned Champion of Boethiah. There is blood, there is friendship and a blooming romance, all under the eye of another daedric prince.

Doe and Wolf

Another Skyrim fic, this one does not have a ton of OCs, but a rare pair! I had this headcanon of Ancano taking a liking in Faralda, mostly inspired by the Song She Wolf by Sia (fuck her, but it's a great song!). I imagined him as a gaslighting ass and her as a little too naive to not fall for his advances. Writing Anacano was an absolute pleasure so he will get a little page time in the second part of DwD and there will be a connection between the two stories!

Whisky by the Sea

Originally written in German, this is a product of my hyperfixation on Mötley Crüe, Hair Metal and the 80s. I hoped to catch the spirit of the time with that story, even tho I was caught in spermatogenesis back then. Experimenting with a dual point of view was fun, but also a challenge. I really want to reread it, now that summer comes back. It really is a summertime romance.

I think I'll eat your heart

This Hannibal fic is only available in German and I really can't say, if I'll ever finish it. I started it in 2015, rewrote it completly a few years later and honestly, it might need another rewrite. But my attention span has left the Hannibal fandom and is now pouring into Elderscrolls. Occasionally I am working on chapters, because I do know how it should end but... Who knows if that day will ever come. But it has a place in my heart!

Daedric Drabbles

Out of a whim, I started writing some drabbles as an exercise after I had produces a 10k word chapter. And it did help to get a better feeling for wordcounts! Every Daedric Prince gets a drabble, so far 8 are done. If anyone has any idea for a prince, I have open ears!

Turns out, I just took one German story into this? But those who are interested can take a look at my other stuff on fanfiction.de!

I really don't know who to tag, as I know @thequeenofthewinter already did this thing. How about @ladytanithia & @vanilleeistee?

[rottingbite]

I have been trying to decide whether I want to write a Mötley Crüe fanfic using one of the scratched-out ideas I had over the past two months: Nikki Sixx running over the wrong person... Or... Maybe rewrite Vampyrnatch and focus on a good ol' Cinderella vampire fic with Eric becoming a vampire slayer.

Or write that possessed Michael Monroe thing.... Idk.

[dodger-chan]

Do I have a couple of long fics I need to work on? Yes. Am I working on them? No. But I did write ~400 words of Eddie POV that I suppose is set pre season four? Or post a version of season four where Eddie lives. Do excuse the complete lack of editing. Also on AO3.

God but Steve was cute when he was confused.

“But you don’t have a girlfriend,” he said, brow adorably wrinkled up. Eddie thought about smoothing it out himself, but they were in Family Video. Even if no one who would care was in the store now, it was open. Some upstanding citizen of Hawkins could walk in at any moment.

And really, that made it so much more fun.

“It’s a hypothetical, Harrington. A made-up, what-if sort of thing.” Eddie hopped up onto the counter.

“Like what if Washington hadn’t decked Tomjanovich?” Steve asked.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I don’t think so. Let me elaborate. Dougie over there,” Eddie pointed to his friend over by the horror films, “has claimed that I look like the sort of guy who hits his girlfriend-”

“Why would he say that?” Steve looked positively offended on Eddie’s behalf.

“It may have been a direct response to me making a similar comment about the members of Mötley Crüe. Honestly,” Eddie shook his head sadly at Doug’s musical taste. “Why anyone would waste their time listening to mediocre glam metal. At least Pantera’s pretty decent.”

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” Right. Because Steve’s metal education was entirely in Eddie’s hands and Eddie wasn’t going to play him Theatre of Pain.

He should borrow Doug’s cassette of I Am the Night to play for Steve, though. And make a copy while he was at it.

“Irrelevant. Immaterial. There is, as you’ve said, no girlfriend. It’s just a question of my looks.”

“Oh.” Steve seemed to get it. He leaned across the counter, cocked his head, and very, very obviously looked Eddie up and down. Slowly. Taking in every detail.

It was nice to be appreciated.

“Well?”

“Maybe,” Steve answered. “If she asked nicely.”

“You think a gentleman such as myself wouldn’t provide for my girl’s needs?” Eddie raised his eyebrows in a parody of insulted surprise. “That I would make her ask?”

Steve’s eyes darted quickly around the store, no doubt confirming what Eddie had seen earlier. They weren’t entirely alone, but there wasn’t anyone around who’d care that they were flirting in public.

“I think you’d make her beg.” Steve’s voice was low and soft, but the whisper couldn’t entirely mask the sound of desire under it.

How Eddie had lucked into such a perfect boyfriend he’d never know.

“Do you? I suppose we’ll see.” Tonight was band practice, but he and Steve had a date planned for the next evening. “If I ever get a girlfriend, that is.”

“Somehow I don’t see that happening.” Steve was right. Eddie was very thoroughly taken.

Notes:

In 1977 Kermit Washington punched Rudy Tomjanovich during a mid game fight and seriously injured him. Aside from the effect on both players' careers, it resulted in the NBA adding a third ref to its game crew and essentially banning fighting from the league.

Theatre of Pain (1985) is Mötley Crüe's second album. I Am the Night (1985) is Pantera's third.

[auroras-space25]

Hello Tickle Community📸

☁︎︎Hi! I’m Aurora☁︎︎

I’m new to the tickle community so here are some things about my new blog🌏

My requests are open and I will write fics and headcanons ♡︎

I only write for 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 characters/people and from a 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 reader perspective ✧

I will write for 𝐋𝐞𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐋𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𑁍

I’m 18 years old so I’m not very into NSFW content ☽

My prompts are 100% open! Please feel free to put through any ideas ♧︎

I write for 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 and also 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 from my list of Fandoms below✬

Messages are open but please be kind and respectful, you are free to ask anything whether it’s about tickling or not, just please be respectful ✫彡

Fandoms I Write For:

𝐓𝐯 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬:ꨄ

Supernatural 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 (Sam and Dean)

The Last Of Us

Gilmore Girls

Teen Wolf

Criminal Minds

Daredevil 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Brooklyn 99

Outerbanks

The Summer I Turned Pretty

American Horror Story (Tate/James/Kit/Evan)

Stranger Things

Grey’s Anatomy

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬:★

10 Things I Hate About You

The Outsiders

Scream 1-6

Twilight

The Maze Runner

Pirates Of The Caribbean

The Dirt

MCU (Tony, Steve, Bucky, Peter Q, Peter P, Loki, Thor, Bruce, Clint, Deadpool, + The Actors)

𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬/𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬:♫

Mötley Crüe 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 (𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐞)

Nirvana

Metallica

Guns N Roses

Arctic Monkeys

One Direction

[cruesuffix]

I Will

word count: 6.7k

pairing: nikkimick

warnings: mentions of drug addiction, angsty as hell…idk this is just a bit depressing if that’s not your thing you can skip it! [ALSO THIS IS VERY LONG, YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!]

premise: nikki regrets not being there, and vows to never leave his lovers side again.

authors note: MY FIRST TUMBLR FIC!! had this in the bank for a while now, in fact it was supposed to be apart of a longer fic i was working on for a while, but i couldn’t work it out so now it’s just a one shot. i’m thinking of maybe making that certain fic just a collection of one shots focusing on nikki and micks relationship throughout the years…but for now this is all i have! based around the events that took place in ‘04. (most of its just a big flashback leading up to the main part of the story). (also, not everything in this will be 100% accurate… i tried my best though!). hope you enjoy it!!

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It’s dark in the room. Nikki’s eyes took a while to adjust to the darkness. There, laying on the bed, was the love of his life. The man who he had abandoned in his time of need. He barely took up space on the bed. Could that man ever forgive Nikki for leaving him alone to rot? While he’d forgiven him for lesser crimes, Nikki’s not sure he’ll be pardoned this time around.

He closed the door behind him and crept closer to the bed. He genuinely couldn’t believe how far they had come.

Just a year ago, Nikki wouldn’t have been able to tell you what his guitarist was up to. They hadn’t talked in a long while. It was early ‘04 and Nikki had given up on Mötley Crüe. He didn’t think the band would ever get back together at that point. With the state the band had been in when they first started their hiatus, it wouldn’t be possible for them to do music together again. It didn’t really matter to Nikki.

He’d been busy with his own side projects. Always working on ideas, writing constantly. Regrettably, he wasn’t thinking about his former bandmates. Especially Mick, who he hadn’t really talked to or seen since their last blowout.

His and Mick’s relationship had always been a bit complicated. When the band was still in its infancy, Nikki had confessed his love for the guitarist. To his surprise, Mick had reciprocated. Nikki never thought he would have. Mick was so mysterious. It took a lot of prodding to get to know him. In their first year of knowing each other, Mick had probably said a total of ten sentences to Nikki.

By the end of the second year, Nikki had figured out only the most basic facts about his guitarist. He was older than the rest of them, and had been in a lot of bands previous to the Crüe. He also had kids, three but he only ever talked about two of them.

All this to say, when Mick had blushed and told Nikki how crazy he was for him, it came as a complete shock. He almost thought it was a joke. From then on, their relationship became a rollercoaster ride. They couldn’t be any more opposite of each other, which at times was endearing, and others just plain annoying. They had broken up twice before, due to jealousy and Nikki’s arrogance.

The last time drew a complete end to their relationship as a whole. It was 1997. Between recording their last album with the original lineup, and Nikki’s budding relationship with some chick no one bothered to remember, Mick had grown tired. He was tired of being the last person on Nikki’s mind. The bassist was spending most of his time in the studio, or with his new arm candy. He paraded her around like a new toy, taking her places the two of them had never even gone to. Not once did he think about Mick.

They barely talked, and most of Mick’s calls went unanswered. After trying so hard to fix their relationship back in ‘94, it felt like Nikki was giving up again. He’d ruined all the progress they had started to make in such little time. But, even though he would never admit it, Micks own jealousy might have also played a part.

Nikki on the other hand, knew exactly what ended the relationship. He was a coward. He couldn’t and wouldn’t accept who he was. He knew Mick was tired of hiding himself because of this. A couple years back, they had fought about it constantly. Mick was just a person who wouldn’t let whatever people thought of him affect him. He wasn’t worried about the public’s opinion of him. He was tired of Nikki’s cowardice. Nikki knew Mick hated that he wouldn’t look at him in public.

They couldn’t walk hand in hand together, and it hurt. It was all Mick wanted and it hurt to think that Nikki was too ashamed of him. Too ashamed of their relationship to even walk around in public together. He was shutting Mick out, even if he didn’t realize it at the time. Instead, he chose to run around with random girls who would usually throw themselves at him.

Mick had been the bigger person all his life, so maybe he deserved to be petty. He was tired of being dragged around and forced to just take it. He had broken up with Nikki for good, and the bassist couldn’t even be mad about it. He knew he deserved it. So all he could do was let it happen. The relationship had probably been over for a while anyways. Four years later, so was the band.

Initially, Nikki tried not to think too much about it. It had to happen. Tommy was gone, leaving after the Greatest Hits tour. He was getting bored of playing the same old songs every night, over and over again. Vince was glad, the two of them hadn’t been getting along for a while now. Even Mick had looked over it at one point, like every night it was getting harder to be in the band. It was probably exasperated by the fact that he and Nikki had barely looked at each other throughout the tour.

Maybe it was for the best. They all had their own lives now, so it was time to let it go. Still, Nikki couldn’t help but miss it at times. Mostly, he missed Mick. He couldn’t help it, they’d spent most of the ‘80s together. He still cared about him. That was why he holed himself away in his house, constantly working. He was trying to distract himself. To forget the Crüe, forget his former lover, to forget the fact that they were all currently not getting along. At least, not like they had when they were younger, hungrier.

The last he heard of Tommy, he was currently promoting his solo career. Nikki had heard a song, and had cringed at the idea of Tommy doing rap metal. He knew the younger man always loved chasing a trend. It was just unfortunate that this was the current trend in music. Then he found out the drummer was doing a reality show as part of promotions. All he could do was feel bad, he knew Tommy was obviously lost without the comfort of the Crüe.

There was Vince, who was still doing solo shows. All he did was play Crüe songs with a different band, occasionally playing songs from his own (short lived) solo career. It was typical of the blonde to continue to do shows. He’d even done a reality show of his own, but it wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as Tommy’s. Nikki didn’t care as much.

Mick was…nowhere to be found. He never was one to go out there and make a spectacle of himself to the world. Nikki knew where he was, and he hadn’t heard any bad news. That was all that mattered.

So, Nikki forced himself to move on. He had a family, and enough worries to not want to be bothered with the band anymore. At least that was what he told himself. That lasted about two and a half years. It all ended in April, when he got a call from the band’s manager Allen. Some promoters in England wanted to get the band back together. Of course, the only person who could help make that happen was Nikki. After fans expressed interest, it became clear to him that management would only be interested in getting the band back.

It didn’t matter if said band hadn’t been on talking terms since the New Tattoo tour.

Nikki hadn’t been convinced, to say the least. In fact, he’d been adamant about not doing it. He knew certain members had gotten comfortable in the lifestyles they’d made for themselves. He feared the whole thing would collapse before the stage could even be set. They couldn’t even stand to be in the same room during that last tour. How could anyone convince them to do this? Like persistent dogs, management continued to hound Nikki for days. They tried their very best to convince him to reconsider. He could only ignore them for so long.

It took two weeks of constant hounding for Nikki to finally relent. It had come out of nowhere. One day, he had started having second thoughts about the whole thing. While he knew the band weren’t on good terms, when he really thought about it he’d realized that didn’t matter. He still loved playing the songs he wrote twenty years ago. He was sure, deep down, the other guys did too. Maybe a reunion could be a good thing for all of them.

Besides, it would be a great opportunity for Nikki to apologize to Mick. He had abandoned the older man for a chance to live a “normal” life. He knew, in hindsight, that that was a terrible outlook. Sure, he wouldn’t have to face public scrutiny. He wouldn’t have to experience the looks, the sneers, the snide jokes. The band wouldn’t lose half its fanbase. The macho jocks that identified with their toxic masculine display wouldn’t be betrayed by such a revelation. The girls who fantasized about getting with one of them wouldn’t lose that small gleam of hope.

Unfortunately, in exchange for all that Nikki had lost the love of his life. This time, it was for good.

At the time, Nikki thought he had done the band a service. It was already ironic enough that anyone in Mötley Crüe could be anything but 100% straight, the image they cultivated for themselves told them as much. So, Nikki wasn’t willing to break that image. He wasn’t willing to let their fans down. Mick thought differently. He felt like all he owed the fans was the music. Nothing about his private life was supposed to matter to them. In a different world, Nikki would have agreed.

Nikki knew he’d have to apologize, at least for stringing the poor man along. That was the best he could do.

If they couldn’t be together, Nikki wanted them to be friends again. He wanted it to be how it had been before they had gotten together. Their relationship was at a high during the Shout era. They had slowly learned how to get along with each other, even if they both were harbouring intense feelings for the other.

Maybe this was why Nikki was so eager for a reunion. It was probably just nostalgia clouding his vision. He just missed those early days when it was the band against the world. But, it could be like that now. If they all put in the effort, they could get along again. They could be friends again.

After wasting so much time dragging his heels, Nikki finally agreed to help get Mötley Crüe back on the big stage. The first person he decided to call was Mick. The way he saw it, Mick was loyal. He always had been. Sometimes his loyalty was his downfall. Nikki knew that was a terrible way of thinking about it, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t even count the amount of times that doglike loyalty caused him trouble. No matter how many times they all threw dirt in his face, Mick would come back to them every-time.

This would have been pathetic if it was anyone else, but Nikki knew how much the band meant to the old man. It was this juvenile way of thinking that made Nikki expect Mick to drop everything and run as soon as the phone rang. You could only imagine how surprised he’d been when he found himself calling him at least five times. Each call went unanswered.

Nikki forced himself to not be bothered by it. They hadn’t talked in almost three years. Besides, the last time they’d seen each other, it hadn’t been a pleasant experience either. Maybe he was still upset. Or possibly just busy.

(Still, he never left a call unanswered. Even when they were at their worst an fighting like cats, he still called back).

While Nikki had been confused and slightly disappointed, he brushed it off. He had a feeling the guitarist was punishing him for their last riff.

‘No, he has to have moved on by now,’ he thought to himself. ‘I’ll just try again tomorrow. He can’t hide from me forever.’

Nikki swiftly moved on to Tommy. The drummer would be more difficult to convince. The Greatest Hits tour had been a disaster on the bands front. It ended with Tommy and Vince getting into a physical altercation, and then Tommy left. The drummer had vowed to never be in the same room as Vince Neil ever again, and the sentiment was returned by the singer. Still, the next few days were filled with endless calls between management, Vince and Tommy. There were constant “he said, he said” arguments mainly coming from the two men.

Management continued to reassure all of them that this reunion would be worth it in the end. That by the time they hit the stage, they would have forgotten why they even started the hiatus.

Nikki wasn’t the slightest bit convinced, but let it go. He had focused his remaining energy on trying to contact Mick. The older man still wouldn’t take his calls. Everyday, Nikki was met with that same old robotic voice telling him to “Please leave your message after the beep!” Nikki’s messages ranged from passive aggressive to desperate.

Voice Message #1:

“Dude I know you’re hearing these, I know you can hear me right now! Just pick up the phone! I have something I need to tell you…can’t really do that if you don’t pick up, you know. [Pauses] Come on…can’t we just move on and talk like we used to? It’s just me man, just Nikki…you can’t get rid of me you know.”

Voice Message #4:

“Hey…it’s been like two weeks since I started hounding you man. I’m getting kinda worried…I left another note at the gate yesterday, but like…I’m pretty sure you didn’t get it, just like you didn’t get the other ones. Unless you did and you’re ignoring them. Maybe you can give me a call if you did get it, you know…just so I know you’re ok? It’s Nikki by the way, but I’m pretty sure you already knew that.”

Voice Message #7:

“Ok… [Laughs] now I’m not even sure you’re still alive! I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now. I’ve got management on my back about you, do you know that? [Muttering] Obviously not. [Clears throat] Umm…seriously though, this isn’t like you. I really don’t know what I did, well I mean I kinda do but…are you ignoring me? Do you not want me to call anymore? I know I’m supposed to tell you about the thing we have going on but…right now all I want is to know you’re ok…please call me back, you have to! I need to know you’re fine [Voice cracking] You can’t shut me out again Mick. I worked way too hard to get pushed out like this.”

Nikki wasn’t getting much help from anyone else. Tommy and Vince found it hilarious. They referred to Mick as the “hermit” and wouldn’t stop joking about the older man’s antisocial behaviour. It became the thrilling topic the two of them would gossip about in between meetings. The two men, who had nearly killed each other the last time they were in the same room, were now giggling like little kids about their missing guitarist. It made Nikki want to pummel both of them.

Of course, he knew it was just because they didn’t know much about Mick. They didn’t know Nikki’s Mick, the man who never ignored him for long periods of time. Even when Nikki was being absolutely annoying and unreasonable, he never just went completely silent on him. It wasn’t like him. He usually caved in about an hour into his proposed silent treatment. His Mick couldn’t be cruel to him, it never worked.

Mick could avoid Tommy and Vince, he usually did anyways. He could be cruel to those two, and he did so with ease. Nikki, however, was just too precious to him. The old man felt that being cruel to Nikki was like being cruel to a cat. He wouldn’t and couldn’t do that to him. Yet, here he was now not answering a single one of Nikki’s calls and worrying him sick.

The band’s manager had been gotten annoyed with Nikki’s constant complaining. He reminded him that he hadn’t really done much to warrant a response from Mick in the first place.

“If you’re that worried about him, why don’t you just go over there and see him yourself? You’re so busy crying over a phone call, yet you know where he lives. You can easily just threaten to go over there and drag him to the office yourself! You know how he feels about unexpected visits.”

Nikki knew Allen was right. If Mick didn’t want to answer the phone, he’d have to face Nikki in person. Another week of silence passed, and Nikki decided it was time to take his managers advice. Determined, he picked up the phone.

Voice Message #12:

“Hey Mick, it’s Sixx. I’m coming over to your house. I’m going to smash through the security gates and kick in your front door in exactly thirty minutes.”

Satisfied with his message, he put down his phone and waited. His heart fluttered. he could feel the butterflies in his stomach flapping about. He wasn’t even sure why he was so nervous. Barely a minute passed before his phone rang. With shaking hands, Nikki picked it up.

“Dude, what’s going on?” He asked, not even bothering with any formalities.

“Nikki…” He hears that familiar drawl and nearly sobs.

“Please don’t break in, i really can’t afford a new door right now.”

Nikki lets out a small chuckle, trying to hide the scoff that nearly came out of his mouth. He knows the old man is trying to make some kind of joke, but it doesn’t land with him. They hadn’t talked in so long, almost three years, and the only thing he could think about was a door. Did he not care that he was currently scaring Nikki with his dramatic disappearance?

“Look, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for weeks…no months now! I’m scared somethings wrong. Like, this isn’t like you at all and…I-I need to see you, I need to know you’re ok.” He begged.

He probably sounded totally pathetic in that moment, and it made Mick feel a bit of sympathy. The soft sigh Nikki heard on the other line was indication enough that that was right.

“Ok, just come over. I’ll open the door.” That was all the guitarist said before he hung up.

Nikki’s not bothered by this, in fact this was a great sign. He grabbed his keys and bolted out the door. In the back of his mind, he hoped he was just being dramatic. He hoped this was a false alarm and Mick was ok. At least he’d be able to talk in person. Nikki could apologize and maybe convince him to do the reunion tour.

While deep down he knew something was amiss, he could have never predicted what he came face to face with. Mick had never been the beacon of health. The worst Nikki had ever seen him was during the Girls tour. He was a mess during the whole thing, but then again, everyone was. They’d all been going through their own addictions at the time, and Nikki had been too busy trying to survive his own to really pay attention to the older man.

(Nikki could admit looking back, he’d been completely selfish. He’d taken advantage of the old man a lot during those times. Most of the time he’d been using the man as a distraction from his own chaotic personal life.)

Besides, there always seemed to be something wrong with Mick. The last time the two had seen each other, the old man just seemed absolutely tired. Whatever aches and pains he’d usually dealt with were getting worse. Nikki hadn’t known the extent of it at the time. And in hindsight, it was nothing compared to what was waiting for him at Mick’s front door. The image he’d seen would probably haunt him for the rest of his life.

The only thing he could do was stare, only to be broken out of his daze by the man in front of him.

“Nik? I really can’t stand out here forever, just come in.” Mick whispered, before slowly turning around and limping back into the house.

Nikki followed slowly behind, offering his shoulder to lean on as they walked into the living room.

The whole thing felt trippy. Nikki felt that if Mick hadn’t said anything, he wouldn’t have known it was even him. The man in front of him couldn’t be his Mick. He was so skinny, it scared him. His skin was beginning to take on a greyish shade, and he now sported a beard that was nearly down to his chest. The most noticeable part was his hair. Mick’s beautiful black hair, which had once trailed down his back, had been sheared off. It now stopped right at his ears. It was a depressing, yet terrifying sight.

It was the look of a man who’d given up. He couldn’t believe it was Mick he was staring at.

Nikki glanced around the room, hiding the fact that tears were threatening to spill.

“Alright, I’m here now so…you have to be honest with me. No more hiding shit. What’s going on? What happened to you? No offence but you look two seconds away from croaking. I’m really scared man.” He pressed. He stared hard at Mick, as if that would intimidate him into telling the truth.

Mick was purposely not looking at Nikki at all. Not even a glance in his direction. He didn’t say a word either. It seemed like the older man was in a daze. Nikki took that moment to really look around the room. It was big, and with not a lot of furniture around it made the room quite spacious.

Nikki noticed a large pile of clothes sitting in a corner of the room. It was packed high and nearly reached the ceiling. Nikki knew it wasn’t Mick’s clothes being piled that high, and it made him wonder if the guitarist had found himself another gold digger to entertain. He glanced back at him. Mick was still off in space. At least it looked like he was. Nikki figured he wouldn’t get any answers. He’d probably have to force it out of him. Just as he was about to go off, Mick finally spoke up.

“I-I’ve been…keeping something from you.” He confessed, speaking slowly.

The words are drawn out, more than they usually would be. It looked like he was putting a lot of effort into getting the words out. Nikki can tell he’s a bit foggy, in the way he himself used to be. When he had been looking around the room, he’d seen pill bottles scattered around. He didn’t know what they were, and didn’t want to ask.

“You know how I used to…umm, complain about my back a lot?” He asked. Nikki nodded, prompting him to continue.

“Yeah…I have this thing. I don’t really want to call it a disease but uh… it’s called ankylosing spondylitis. It’s a- what it does is fuse the spine until it’s one big bone. Mine is completely fused, I can’t even move my neck anymore. I’ve been in pain for most of my life.” Mick explained.

There were now words to explain the utter pain the man be in for most of their career. Nikki had noticed it for a while now, probably all the way back during the Girls tour. It all made sense now, and Nikki felt absolutely terrible. He’d done some evil shit to that man while he was dealing with that.

“So…is that why you look like death itself?” He asked, not even thinking twice about asking such a idiotic question. Luckily, Mick laughed.

He didn’t say anything. Nikki’s curiosity about the pills grew, but he knew better than to say anything. Mick slowly followed his gaze. He didn’t dare look in Nikki’s direction, but he knew Mick was embarrassed. Mick had always been adamant about not doing hard drugs, the only thing Nikki ever seen him do was coke. Mick was one of very few people willing to help him get off drugs when Nikki was practically at his worst, begging for help. Yet, here he was with dozens of little bottles strung around the room.

Nikki knew what was wrong, and wanted repay the older man for helping him all those years ago. All Nikki could do was look at the older man, eyes asking that question. Mick waved his hand, giving him permission to look. Nikki quickly got up and went to other to one of the tables. On it was a lamp, and beside said lamp were two orange little bottles. One of them was empty, while the other was half empty. He couldn’t even pronounce the name, and never heard of it before.

He carried it back to the couch. When he asked Mick about it, and he described it as a painkiller that was prescribed to him by a doctor he refused to name. Nikki didn’t want to push it any further, the last thing he needed was to scare the man away. He already had a plan to take Mick to the hospital and hope they could detox him from all the drugs there and not have to throw him in a rehab center. They didn’t really have time for that.

“Hey, I noticed that pile of clothes over there,” Nikki started, swiftly changing the subject. “I thought you were alone, to be honest.”

Mick immediately shook his head, knowing exactly where Nikki was going with this.

“Nikki, I really don’t want to get into that right now.”

“No, someone else lives with you. I know that. Obviously they don’t care about you if they’re willing to let you get to this point without intervening and getting you some kind of help. They aren’t helping you, they’re hurting you. Mick, I’ve seen this before and I know how it ends. We both do. I’m not going to let you get screwed over again. Just tell me.”

Mick, feeling like he had no other choice, tried his best to paint his relationship with this girl in a positive light. Nikki knew better. He could see the cracks much more clearly than Mick could. Once again, the old man had confused love for another woman who was just out for his money. This time, even the girl wasn’t aware of it. The pile of clothes still had tags on them. She wasn’t even wearing the clothes she was buying.

Nikki had seen something similar on TV. They called them compulsive shoppers, people who bought things they didn’t need. Most of those people ended up becoming hoarders. Either way, their relationship was strange and Nikki was more than happy to rescue Mick from that unhealthy dynamic. He definitely needed it, when Nikki had shown Mick the tags, all he could do was shrug. He was becoming passive to the situation around him. It was obviously he wasn’t as clear headed as he usually was.

“I’m guessing now wouldn’t be a good time to tell you that the bands thinking of getting back together.” Nikki suddenly blurted out. He immediately regretted it when he saw Mick’s face.

A combination of sadness, shock, and immense pain crossed his face. So many emotions for a man who was typically almost emotionless.

“Everyone already agreed to do it?” Mick asked. He sounded apprehensive, not that Nikki blamed him.

“Well, not yet…they’re still thinking about it. Vince has been more receptive to it than Tommy, but that doesn’t really mean it’s a hundred percent a go.”

Nikki felt dumb for bringing the idea of a reunion up, especially now. After seeing the state his guitarist was in, he should have been more focused on getting him healthy enough to be able to make the decision.

Mick sighed heavily.

“Nikki…I don’t think I can do it. I’m really sorry, it’s just…I can barely walk. I don’t know how I’m gonna get on the stage. I’d barely make it through the first song, and the band doesn’t need that.” He admitted, sounding remorseful.

How could Nikki feel any worse? Was he expecting too much of his guitarist? He hated the whole thing. Mick had completely given up on himself and Nikki hated it. He knew he wouldn’t be doing the band, or Mick justice by giving so easily. The old man had beat the odds and overcome everything by being in the band for as long as he had been. Any weaker person would have folded after a year or two. So maybe Mick had given up, but Nikki wasn’t going to. He wouldn’t give up on that man, no matter what.

“Ok, well…what if we got you some help, got you to a good enough state to be able to perform again…then would you consider it?” He asked.

Mick paused.

Maybe this was it. Maybe this was the thing that could save him, a reunion. He’d spent two years in a zombie like state, thinking that was what he deserved. He knew it was getting worse, that if Nikki hadn’t thrown himself back into his life, he’d probably be dead. Nikki had been right, about everything. No one was helping him, and as much as he hated it, he needed someone to save him. It was a miracle. Nikki believed in him, always had and probably always would. The bassist was always by his side, even after all they’d been through. Mick realized he’d taken that for granted at one point.

Ever since they’d confessed their feelings for each other back in ‘83, Nikki had always been there. When everyone in his life slowly left him, Nikki continued to be there. Even after their biggest riffs, they’d reunite. Nikki would always come back with an “I told you so” smile and open arms. All the fights were now obsolete. Nikki had come back again, and was willing to help him.

He would have been an utter buffoon to not accept the help.

“Ok, let’s try to put me back together again.” He agreed.

The way Nikki’s eyes lit up filled Mick with joy. The taller man pulled him into a gentle hug, not wanting to hurt the older man. Mick, uncharacteristically, let himself be hugged and caressed. He let himself be pulled into Nikki’s lap and given the attention and care he hadn’t had in so long. When he looked up at Nikki’s face, he could see the younger man’s eyes fill up with tears. Mick nearly jumped out of the man’s lap.

“No! No, please don’t start that, I’m hopped up on way too much shit to be able comfort you properly!” He joked, shaking his head at the younger man’s dramatics. Nikki could only laugh as he wiped away a few stray tears.

Nikki knew he had to do something, and drastically. With renewed determination, Nikki gathered as much help as he could. After checking Mick into a hospital, he relayed the message to their manager. Allen found himself even busier now, between sweet talking Vince and Tommy, he now had to find a doctor who could help Mick.

Once Mick was healthy enough to go back home, Nikki swooped in to bring him to his house. Nikki had found out Mick’s house had been infested with mold, which didn’t help the countless health problems he already had. So, Mick found himself temporarily staying at Nikki’s guest room.

It was a weird contrast, to go from spending most of his time alone in a big house doing nothing, to being in a more lively environment. He was surrounded by people now, kids and a woman Nikki seemed really into. Unlike before, where Mick would have rather stayed in a dark room alone, he found himself getting quite close to Nikki’s family.

It was overwhelming at first. For the kids, Mick had been that scary looking dude their dad decided to bring over. They’d probably broke the “no disturbing uncle Mick while he’s recovering” rule at least a handful of times just trying to catch a glimpse of him. Like most kids, they were confused but curious. Nikki’s wife had been nothing but nice to him. She was worried about the old man that looked so frail. He couldn’t walk much, and Nikki had to carry him into the house. It seemed like she was more worried about him than Nikki was, but at the same time she didn’t know their extensive history. She didn’t know Mick was a fighter, like Nikki did.

Somewhere in the middle of the year, a doctor Allen had found proposed hip replacement surgery for the old man. Mick needed it, in fact the doctor had told them he needed both his hips replaced. Somehow they decided to only opt for one.

That was how Nikki found himself in his hospital room at the dead of night. The surgery was scheduled for the next day. Nikki continued to stare at the small figure lying on the bed. He tried to get the man as healthy as possible for the surgery, but he was still as skinny as a twig. It was like if you touched him, he’d crumble. Nikki was worried Mick wouldn’t ever return to his old self

He’d been so busy ruminating he was totally unaware he’d been staring for a bit too long. As if feeling his presence, Mick stirred. He slowly opened his eyes, squinting at the figure standing in front of his bed. He would have been scared if he didn’t already know it was Nikki. Who else would be standing before him in the middle of the night?

“Nik? what’re you doing here so late?” He asked, groggily.

Nikki felt bad for waking him up. He wanted to until the morning to visit him. At the same time, he wanted to spend as much time as he could get with the older man. He forced a small smile onto his face.

“Hey babe, how’re you doing?” He replied with his own question. His voice was soft. It was typical of him to ignore Mick’s question.

He hadn’t even realized he’d used his previous nickname for the old man. Mick had hated when Nikki called him that, found it “too cheesy.” It didn’t stop Nikki from using it, in fact most of the time he only called him ‘babe’ to tease him. Now, it felt natural to say it.

Just a month before the surgery, the both of them had decided to give their relationship a second go. They had spent so much time together at Nikki’s house, it almost felt like they hadn’t broken up. The bassist found himself constantly sneaking into his guest room in the middle of the night, just to catch up with the old man. Mick never discouraged it, even though he knew he should have. He couldn’t help it, he loved having Nikki to himself.

One night Nikki out right suggested getting back together. He had never stopped loving Mick, no matter what had happened between them. He was sure the old man felt the same. Without hesitation, Mick agreed. It was a surprise to both of them.

So, Mick had been throughly unbothered when Nikki called him babe. In a weird way, he’d grown to love it. He shrugged at the question, and made an effort to sit up. Nikki jumped over to his side to help him. He’d never get used to that.

“Better than yesterday, I guess.” He answered. If he were to be honest, he didn’t remember much about yesterday.

It had been a concerted effort to wean him off all the pills he’d been on. The only thing they could give him to help with the pain were small doses of morphine. Still, the pain got so bad at times the only thing he could do was just sleep it off. Nikki was usually the one who woke him up when he came by to visit.

(It had been real depressing for Nikki to find out he’d been the only one visiting Mick. One day he asked Mick if the other guys had visited him. All the older man could do was hang his head and whisper, “no.” It made Nikki want to kill them right then and there.)

Nikki found a chair and sat down right next to the bed. He hadn’t left the older man’s side since he found him alone in that big house a couple of months ago.

“Well, that’s good. You ready for surgery tomorrow?”

“As ready as one can be for that kind of thing. Will you be there?”

Mick looked up at him with those big blue eyes Nikki loved looking at. There was a hint of worry in them. The man was scared, and Nikki hadn’t never seen him like that before. Something Mick had used to always say was: “That scares me, and I’m fearless!” For the most part, that was true. Nikki had never seen him look anything but indifferent. That poker face seemed permanently etched onto his face. Now, he looked vulnerable lying there, staring up at Nikki. It was like he was hoping the bassist wouldn’t betray him. Caught off guard, Nikki nodded.

“Yeah, of course I’ll be there! I mean, I won’t be in the room itself but…I’ll be here, waiting to-”Nikki had begun to ramble, only to be cut off by Mick.

“Dude I know that!” He exclaimed with a loud laugh. “I just wanted to know that I’ll be able to wake up to your face, you goof!”

Nikki looked down and blushed as the older man teased him.

“Whatever…” He mumbled. He looked back up to see Mick staring at him. His signature poker face was back on, but his eyes were shining with pure love. He could feel his heart soar.

“I’ll be there…if I have to sleep on the floor, I will.” Nikki promised, feeling his eyes water.

“I don’t want to lose you again…I should have never left you like that, you could have…I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.” He admitted, voice cracking.

The months they’d spent together made Nikki realize how much they both needed each other. It also reminded him of how cruel he’d been, how he had left Mick and never once stayed in touch with him after the bands hiatus. Sure, he hadn’t really kept in touch with any of them. Still, of all people he should have checked in on, it should have been Mick.

“Nikki…” Mick sighed. “I don’t want you to beat yourself up for this. You saved my life, who cares about whatever petty thing drove us apart in the first place?”

“But what if I’d been too late?”

“Well,” Mick smiled. “The best thing about that is that we’ll never know because you weren’t. I know you’re still conflicted about the things that happened years ago. How about we just put all those petty little fights and break ups and…all of it, in the past. It’s time to move on, especially if we want to make this work, right?”

Nikki nodded, a small smile present on his face.

“Good, then let’s start fresh… I really missed you.” Mick gave him a small smile.

“I missed you more…also you’re never getting rid of me now.”

“That’s fine by me!”

It was clear both of them wanted everything to go back to how it used to be. Before all the drama, they used to have so much fun together. Those first few years had been total bliss. Even if they both didn’t want to admit it’s the truth was clear. Despite all their differences, they were meant to be. Fate had brought them together, broken them up, and finally delivered them here. To this very moment, of them sitting together in comfortable silence.

Nikki would do anything to keep them together forever.

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Gareth Emerson Headcanons pt 2: Electric Boogaloo

These are once again written with the mindset of Gareth being 18+, not that there's any NSFW ones this time. With that being said, please if you are a minor, keep scrolling. I'm also sorry for the title but I couldn't not include that.

TW: Swearing, slight talk about homophobia in the 1980s and talk about political ideologies - nothing to bash them, just what political alignment I think Gareth would have. If you see any others I've missed, let me know and I'll add them.

There’s a good chance he’d have an alternative partner. He’s very intensely into the things he likes, so I can’t see him being interested in people who don’t have similar interests. Which is why I think his partner’s style would be alternative. Specifically, punk, if I can toss my two cents in. Regardless of gender or lack of gender, they’d have that big dyed and teased hair, a safety pin through their ear, maybe some facial piercings, the whole nine yards. They’d both love plaid. You can’t tell me he wouldn’t go feral seeing them in a mosh pit at a concert. He’d think it’s one of the hottest things he’s seen them do. He’d be amazed by your ability to walk in platform boots without breaking or spraining an ankle. And maybe a little turned on by it. I could also see him being with someone who isn’t all-out alternative. I don’t think the look has to be there for him. As long as you have similar morals and interests, he’d be down.

In a similar field, I don’t think he’s straight. He doesn’t have a label for his sexuality. Pretty men, handsome women and adorable non-binaries are all good with him. There’s a good chance that Eddie could have been his sexual awakening for men. Still, there’s also a good chance that it could be someone from Mötley Crüe, Lemmy Kilmister, K.K. Downing, or another band member in a band he likes. He thought he admired them for their music - until he had a wet dream or fantasy about them. He didn’t tell people about it right away; he’d know Hawkins isn’t the safest place to be out. When he feels comfortable telling people, he’d tell hellfire at a DND session. Everybody would accept him, even if they did not understand it. He’d tell his mom and siblings last (in case they don’t accept him), who automatically give him hugs and assure him that this doesn’t change their opinion of him in the slightest.

He’s a Scorpio. I know, I know, we don’t know his birthday. But it just makes sense. He’s got the resting bitch face down, he’s got the aggression that’s kinda really hot, and he has this passion to him that you tend to see in water signs. I am going based on other Gareth fics and head cannons for this, but he does seem very private to everyone except the people he trusts. You would not be able to tell if he likes someone until they’re brought into the friend group. It takes a bit to win him over, even after someone new is brought in. He knows what he wants and will eventually get it, which he is sure of every time. The scene that makes me think this the most is the scene when Jason is stepping on his hand. Gareth was adamant about not giving Eddie up. Mostly because he didn’t know where he was, but he could have told Jason places to look. They’re close friends, if not best friends. He’d have a good idea where Eddie was, not just that Dustin was looking for him and might have found Eddie. He only gave the Dustin part up when it became obvious that Jason wouldn’t stop until he had information and he assaulted him. It just gives me Scorpio vibes.

He and Eddie fucking gossip together. It’s like that stereotype of two teenage girls type of gossip. It is sometimes about music, but more often, it’s about what Eddie overhears when dealing. Eddie learns so much gossip from the different cliques as he deals to people in all of the cliques, and they just don’t care what’s said around him. He always reports back to Gareth and Gareth alone. None of the other Hellfire members are interested in his gossip. Eddie being Eddie lets himself into Gareth’s house as he’s babysitting his sisters to inform him of the latest gossip. “Gareth, you’ll never believe what Amanda was talking about with Stacy.” “What?” “Madison hooked up with Ryan at Tina’s party.” “NO!” “Yes!” “But she’s dating Christian.” “Oh, I’m very aware.” “Lunch is going to be interesting on Monday.” “That it will be Gareth the Great. That it will be.”

Can we talk about the dynamic of the older hellfire boys for a second: specifically their music tastes. They’re all obviously music lovers, music lovers of a ton of genres at that. But they all seem to have a bit of a different genre they fit into. Eddie is obviously our metalhead. It was harder to find in the 80s, but I think he’d also love international metal music. He’d be so excited to see Ramstein; it would give him many ideas for Corroded Coffin. Many of them are about fire, but he’d have a lot of ideas nonetheless. Jeff, I thoroughly believe, is more of a rock guy. I think he gets it from his parents. He’d have those cool, slightly younger, maybe teenage parent’s archetype. But Gareth, I fully believe he’s a punk lover. He loves the music, but he also aligns with the core ideologies of punks - like being very anti-establishment, vocal about the mistreatment of minorities, ACAB, anti-war, fuck Reagan, big on equal rights for all, etc. I don’t think he would be overly vocal about it, but he’d argue about it in class with other students and would make his beliefs known. Their music tastes would combine to make Corroded Coffin a genre-hopping metal band.

He’d throw hands for his partner if needed. Is he good at fighting? Honestly 50/50, but he does his best when it comes to his partner. I’ve mentioned him being overprotective before, and I think it comes from either being an only child to a single mom or the only brother to sisters. I think he has this ideology or mindset that even if you are perfectly able to stand up for yourself, it’s his job. It’s not in a toxic masculinity way, more of an I protect the people I love.

He’s not the best in school. He is smart, but I agree with the fandom that he has ADHD and has a hard time focusing on specific things for a prolonged time. He’d be great in a woodworking or shop class; he’d get to use his hands and brain and doesn’t technically have to follow a specific set of rules - even if he should. He’d make you tons of gifts, though. Like a really nice birdhouse, a floating picture frame, if you wear jewelry - a really nice jewelry box. This also makes me think he may go into carpentry for work or keep it as a hobby after Corroded Coffin takes off. I think he’d branch out and begin making guitars for people. He just loves working with his hands.

He is a short king. Apparently, Gwydion is 5’ 8, so he isn’t super short but isn’t the tallest, either. I love the video a fan posted of them carrying Gwydion at a con (also a huge thank you to said person if they ever see this). Gareth, with a taller partner, is an adorable thing. He’d fully take advantage of having a taller partner, piggyback rides, can you get this for me, how’s the weather up there etc. Totally uses your height to check out your boobs if you’ve got them and are comfortable with that. Puts up a fuss when you rest your arm on his shoulders. He actually does like it, but he also likes to tease and playfully harass you. He is the definition of the shorter you are, the closer you are to hell.

The first holiday season, you’re together Gareth bought you a heated blanket. Hawkins is freezing in the winter, and sometimes a regular heating pad doesn’t do the trick. He’d never used a heating pad before you got together, but he’d soon find out how much you use and love yours. So why wouldn’t he get you a heated blanket? It turns into him also loving the blanket. It’s used a little bit too much if you are being honest, at least when you look at your energy bill. It’s used for cuddling while watching movies while sleeping, and he’s even asked you to bring it when going to friends’ houses for movie nights. It really was the best gift.

He’d be extremely loyal once he let anybody into his life. His partner would be no different, or anybody he likes. The only difference is he might be a little bit clingy, but not in an annoying way. He still knows how to give you distance and thoroughly enjoys his space and time. Still, he does prefer to be around his partner and touch them when they’re around one another. He would be the one to throw hands for his partner; in fact, he has. He’s very forward without pushing. He enjoys walking you to class regardless of whether you have the class together or are walking with friends. It’s not that he gets in between you and your friends. It’s more that he’d walk on the outside of your group, and your friends would be on the other side of you. If you have a class with him and your friends, he will sit at the inside or the outside desk, let you sit in the middle and your friend on the other side. He will try to distract you. Usually, by drawing on your hand or by attempting to play footsie. If you’re not dating and unsure, he will still be there for you regardless, no matter what, even if you get another partner.

[imagine-all-the-imagines]

Song Fic Ideas

After seeing @spookyscarydemonbabe's song fic list, I just had to start my own. These are songs that I have been listening to recently that have given me some ideas and they just won't leave my brain alone.

99% of these will be with Eddie. I have an idea for one to make it a three part with each part being with a different Stranger Things character.

This list is subject to change, and it probably will.

Cherry Bomb - The Runaways

Talk Dirty To Me - Poison

Fallen Angel - Poison

Love Bites - Def Leppard

Victim Of Circumstance- Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

You Drive Me Wild - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

Home Sweet Home - Mötley Crüe (Rockstar!eddie)

I Hate Myself For Loving You - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

Kick - Def Leppard

Too Fast For Love - Mötley Crüe

Kickstart My Heart - Mötley Crüe

Taglist: @spookyscarydemonbabe, @thatlonelypieceoftoast, @lunatictardis

[biillyhargroves]

Hey, have you come across a post or blogger that's written about what Billy's taste in music might be? What his favorite song is? favorite band? I'm writing a fic and I'm going through lists of popular music back in the 80's were and can't pin one down.

I haven’t but I can offer some insights:

We get three diegetic songs that help us gauge his personal tastes — Wango Tango by Ted Nugent when he is in the car with Max, Round And Round by Ratt when he’s working out at home, and The Four Horsemen by Metallica when he’s getting ready for his date. We also get songs like Rock You Like a Hurricane by Scorpions at his intro which…I don’t know if it’s meant to be in-universe or not? Like, if the characters were reacting to the music or just to the big loud car. But regardless we associate it with him. The same goes for Shout At the Devil by Mötley Crüe, which is used in-universe at the Halloween party, played loudest during Billy-heavy clips. We also see a prominent Metallica poster on his bedroom wall. I believe there are some other posts floating around that dissect Billy’s room, along with possible other posters/cassettes that can be seen in a few clips.

Season 2 is the The Season for Billy music. We’re in 1984 at this point and it’s clear that Billy is into the still-rising hard rock and heavy metal movement. This is around the time the industry realized that hard rock could sell, ushering in a signing boom. The music Billy is listening to was released between 1980 and 1984, so he’s on top of new releases. He’d have his thumb on the pulse of what’s new, what’s hot, etc etc. He listens to things that are pretty solidly hard rock and metal. He’s not so much with punk or new wave — he likes the heavier stuff. (He also just strikes me as someone who be into the spectacle of shock rock.)

Artists he probably likes (aside from those named above): Quiet Riot, W.A.S.P, Motörhead, Great White, KISS, Dokken, Skid Row, Van Halen, Guns N’ Roses, AC/DC, Alice Cooper, Twisted Sister, Ozzy Osbourne, Iron Maiden, Dio, Judas Priest, Accept, i could truly go on and on but I think this gets the idea across!

As far as favorites, I feel like Metallica is a safe bet? Given his poster. (Though I self-project a Mötley Crüe obsession onto him because I think he’d view Nikki Sixx as a personal hero, but that’s just me.) And as far as favorite song goes, I feel like he’s a true music geek who short circuits if you ask him to pick a favorite because his favorite changes every week.

[mlmxreader]

The Protector | Frank Castle x trans!m!reader

Anonymous asked: ok so i’m gonna request a fic - feel free to get around to it whenever, ik you’ve just gotten a new job (congrats on that btw!!) so literally do this whenever. and def dont start it now because it’s very early in the morning and we all need our sleep.

can i request a frank castle x trans male reader fic that goes w the prompt “you’re mine, no one else is allowed to fucking touch you”? frank sorta shows up at his house at the ass crack of dawn, and he lets the reader tends to his wounds (ofc frank can do that for himself, but a) he’s missing being taken care of if ygwim and b) he wants to check if the reader is safe and ok but has no idea how to do it). could you keep it sfw please tho? like idm swearing ofc but yk what i mean. thank u!!<3

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summary: Frank shows up unannounced and hurt at a ridiculous time, but he's lucky that you're willing to put up with that.

tws: injury and wounding, swearing

Oh, Frank was buggered as he hung onto the doorframe and waited for you to answer, doubting that you would; it was hardly dawn yet, the sun only just starting to get up onto its throne, and the chilly wind that whispered so softly made him growl and hang his head, agitated wounds never did like the cold. But then he perked up a little, knowing the song so damn well and fucking grinning when he heard it as the door opened.

'Treat Me Like the Dog I Am', Mötley Crüe. You said nothing as you dragged Frank's sorry ass inside and made him sit down at your kitchen table; he didn't want to talk, not really, but Billy Russo had told him that you were next. He didn't want to go anywhere else even though he had plenty of friends who were qualified for this sort of thing; he didn't like the thought of you being safe. Not when you had come so far in your transition that he was floored by how proud of you he felt. Not when you had always been the most handsome man in his life. Not when you were the only one who could make him blush and grin with little more than a smile; he hadn't done that in so long, before he met you, there had only one person who could do such a thing. Maybe she sent you Frank's way. Maybe not. He wasn't really into that sort of thing; religion was never really his scene.

Still, right now, there were two things on his mind; the first was getting those damn wounds patched. He could do it himself, he had done it before a thousand and one times, but he missed having someone take care of him; the doctors and nurses that he had alliances with could have done it, but Frank felt like he needed to be here with you. He felt like he had to stay, just to keep you safe and sound, just to guard you and shield you.

As you sat down with him, you tore open a packet of plasters and antiseptic wipes, sighing heavily as you chewed at the inside of your lip; sure, Frank had been there for you more times than you could count. He taught you how to present yourself in the way that you felt most comfortable when you asked, he supported you with everything - from your transition and how you saw fit to do so, all the way through to telling you which haircuts would suit you best and even through to the little things like giving you words of reassurance and softness when you needed them - without hesitation, he was there in a heartbeat if you ever needed him. Like when he had brought over battenburg cake at three o'clock in the morning because you wanted some; you weren't sure how he had gotten it when all the shops were closed, but you didn't question it. But it was more than that.

Frank meant a lot to you, a Hell of a lot, and even though you often worried about him, you knew that you had no right to; your feelings for him would never be returned, you had no right to worry when he was the Punisher and you were little more than just some guy who fancied him. You never had any right to worry, but when he clenched his jaw and growled at the sting of the antiseptic, you swallowed thickly and sighed.

"I'm sorry, Frank, but it's gonna hurt like a bitch."

"I'm fine," he replied, "as long as I got you, (y/n), I'm fine."

'Far from the Fame' by Sabaton started to play, and Frank actually relaxed a little when you started to hum along to it, even daring to smile when you sang the chorus to yourself.

"As the war rages on, you are our guide, far, far from the fame, far, far away from the fame but we still remember your name, Karel Janoušek, we mourn the day that you died so be our guide, Czechoslovakia’s pride..."

Frank really missed moments like this, moments when he could actually relax just because he was around you, and he could hear you quietly sing along to the songs you loved so much; he didn't even pay attention to how you patched him up, lost in the sound of your voice and the gentle grace of your fingertips. He licked his lips, and just as he was about to speak, you beat him to it.

"You're all done," you told him, patting his shoulder. "Just don't go getting stabbed and shot and God knows what else again."

He nodded, stealing a look at you and swallowing thickly. "Y'know, I always did like hearing you sing."

You scoffed as you raised a brow, shaking your head. "Of course you do... you want a coffee?"

"Yeah, please," he agreed, watching you walk away as you went about putting the medical equipment away. He heard the rush of the boiling tap and he heard the clink of the spoon against the mug, and before he could thank you properly, you set a cup of coffee in front of him.

"You might as well stay for a while," you told him. "Y'know, so I can keep an eye on you."

Frank hummed, tracing the rim of the mug with his finger as he did his best not to look at you. "Yeah, course... I might as well anyway, someone's gotta protect you."

"I don't need protecting," you muttered. "But if it makes you feel better... sure. You can even sleep in my bed tonight."

"Sounds good," he dared to crack a smile. So broken and jaded and hardly even a smile, but to you, it meant everything. "Besides, if I don't protect you... how can I make sure the only guy I wanna be with is safe?"

You furrowed your brows. "The fuck do you mean?"

"I mean..." he ran a hand down his face and grumbled. "I've been thinking, (y/n), and if you... look, I'm never gonna be a perfect boyfriend, maybe not even a fucking good one, but... if you want me, you can have me."

You nodded slowly, swallowing thickly. "I can have you?"

"If you want me," Frank said quietly. "Otherwise I won't say shit about it again."

"I do," you admitted, daring to grin. "Fuck, Frank, why didn't you say earlier? I mean... shit. I'll tell you later."

"No one's ever gonna get you, though," he growled. "No one. You're mine, no one else is allowed to fucking touch you, and I'll make sure of it."

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[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

Greetings fellow alien lifeforms and Motley fans!

I'm Starry and I've been a bit of a lurker on Tumblr for a while now and I've finally mustered up the courage to start my own blog.

Please keep in mind that I've never actually owned a blog of my own before so please excuse me if I ever don't understand something to it's full extent, thank you in advance 😅

I'm also a fairly new Crue fan so I'm super excited to connect to the existing fandom members.

Can't wait to post all about my Mötley Crüe fic ideas, headcanons and AU ideas (and trust me I got alot of those)

Hope you have a great time perusing my blog and may you find the peace that you so rightfully deserve here.

Rock on freaky bros!