#motley crue fandom

[bebebardot87]

Tommy N' Heather 🖤

[storiesforallfandoms]

she is mine ~ mick mars

word count: 2044

request?: yes!

@midsummereve1993​ “can you do a mick mars where reader and him are dateing but she pregnant by somebody else who didn't want to be a father. reader goes into labor and mick is there to help her when she gives birth to her daughter to which mick gives the baby his last name because reader wanted him to adopt her since the baby real father didn't anything to do with reader or the baby”

description: in which she worries that no one will want her or her unborn daughter, but he proves her wrong

pairing: mick mars x female!reader

warnings: swearing, pregnancy, rpf

masterlist (one, two, three)

Dating while pregnant felt like an impossible task. Not that I was trying to date or anything. Having the guy you thought was your endgame suddenly up and leave you because you’re having his child tends to destroy a person’s trust and confidence. But at the same time, I wasn���t going to turn away from someone who was flirting with me.

I was always up front with anyone who showed interest in me about my pregnancy. I wasn’t about to spring a baby fathered by another man on some poor, unsuspecting guy. But usually that honesty resulted in a swift end to a date, or if it was someone casually flirting with me, they would quickly move on to someone else. Once my bump became more visible, I was avoided like the plague.

I’ll be honest, it made me feel unlovable. Like carrying a child and becoming a mother suddenly made me undesirable. My hormones were already going crazy because of the pregnancy, so the undesired feeling was just heightened. I had come to terms with the fact that I was likely going to be a single mother, and there was nothing wrong with that. My first and most important concern was taking care of my baby and making sure she was happy and healthy. But on the other hand, it would’ve been nice to have someone to help me raise the baby.

And then my friend took me to an album release party.

I was about halfway through my pregnancy when we went, so the bump was very evident. I wasn’t too into parties anymore since I couldn’t drink, but she begged me to be her plus one and told me the band would be there. I knew vaguely of the band, but it wasn’t really my genre of music. I decided to go though, to spend time with my friend if nothing else. She promised we’d leave the second I wanted to.

I was stood off to the side, watching all the not pregnant people enjoying their time. I was sipping on some soda, wondering at what point I would go grab my friend so we could leave.

I was shocked when I was approached by a man.

“Are you doing okay?” he asked.

“I’m okay,” I confirmed. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, you are in a room full of drunk and drugged out people while being in a ...different predicament.”

I chuckled and put a hand on my bump. “What if I’m just fat?”

“Then that drink in your hand would’ve been all over me already.”

“Okay, fair point. I’m just here with my friend so she could have a plus one. I’m not...you know, partaking in the party.”

That’s when I happened to look back at the room and saw all the attention on the two of us. I awkwardly shuffled under their watchful eyes.

“Why are they staring?” I whispered.

He looked at me, confused. “Seriously?” I shrugged. “I’m Mick Mars. The drummer for Motley Crue?”

I gasped. At that moment, a loud announcement of the other band members’ arrival drew everyone’s attention away from the two of us. The party was suddenly dialed up a notch, and Mick lightly took my arm and guided me out of the loud room. We ended up going outside so it was less stuffy and there were less people.

“So, you really didn’t know who I was?” he asked, a playful smile on his face.

I shook my head. “I’ll be honest, I’ve only heard your stuff on the radio. I’m not, like, a big fan or anything. I’m sorry.”

“No! It’s actually refreshing to meet someone who isn’t falling over themselves when they meet me. The others like that, but not me. I’m too old for that shit.”

“You don’t seem that old.”

“My body definitely feels that old.”

I leaned against the wall behind us. My back was starting to ache. Or, I guess it was starting to ache worse than usual. Having to carry around this growing belly was doing a number on my back and legs. I leg out a sigh as I let the wall take the weight of me.

“Is the, uh, father okay with you going out to parties?” Mick asked.

I scoffed. “I’m sure he wouldn’t give a shit even if he knew. He left when I found out I was pregnant.”

“Oh, that’s terrible.”

I missed the slight look of happiness on his face.

It took Mick one day after we met to ask me out on a date, and then it took two weeks for him to make our relationship official. Suddenly, I went from feeling undesirable to being the girlfriend of a major rockstar.

Mick became very involved with my pregnancy, too. When he found out when my due date was, he made sure to tell the band he was taking the entire month off so he could be with me when I went into labor, and be with me and the baby after she was born. When he was on tour, he would constantly call me to see how I was doing, and when he wasn’t on tour he came to my appointments with me. He even came up with a couple baby names.

“Vince thinks you should name the kid after the band,” he told me one night while we were on the phone.

“God,” I groaned. “I hope no one ever procreates with him.”

“Too late. His girlfriend just found out she’s pregnant.”

“Oh, but now she and I can be the band moms! That’s exciting. Tell her to name the kid, though.”

It almost felt foreign to me, having someone care so deeply for me and my baby. I mean, of course my parents were a big help, and so was my friend, but this was different. This was someone who met me and decided they could love not only me, but also my unborn child. It was someone who wasn’t afraid to take up the responsibility of a child that wasn’t his. Not biologically, anyways. But with the way Mick was treating me and helping me with my pregnancy, this baby was more his than the prick who actually knocked me up.

I didn’t want to get too attached, though. Even though Mick was showing how committed he was to me and the baby, it was still only early on in our relationship. I hated to admit it, but I was insecure while he went on tour. Even though he assured me that he was not the type of guy who was into meaningless hookups with young groupies (”I’m too old for that shit,” he had said again), I couldn’t help but picture all the beautiful young woman who would likely be throwing themselves at him every night. All the women with slimmer bodies than mine, who weren’t wildly emotional because of pregnancy hormones and weren’t craving weird food combinations and getting emotional when they couldn’t eat those food cravings. I didn’t want to grow too attached to him, to think of him as a life partner and a father to my daughter, and then have him leave the same way my ex had.

But Mick proved to me every day that that wasn’t the case. With every call, every check in, every doctor’s appointment he attended, I felt those insecurities fading away.

And, like he promised, he was there when my water broke. He rushed me to the hospital, holding my hand the entire way and talking to me to calm me down. He was there as I was brought into the delivery room, and when the doctor’s tried to tell him he couldn’t stay, I screamed through the pain of another contraction that yes, he was staying.

I was afraid the birth would freak him out. It freaks out most people the first time they see it happen. But Mick held my hand through it, looking at me and telling me how good I was doing, until the first cries of my daughter brought his attention to her. He watched as the doctor’s cut the umbilical cord and took her to wash her and coddle her.

“She’s so tiny,” he told me as he squeezed my hand. “You did amazing, baby.”

I only held her for a short period of time, just enough to initiate some skin to skin contact with her and to lull her cries. I had a nurse take her so that I could rest after the exhaustion hit me so suddenly.

When I woke up, I was in my own private room. The door was closed to muffle any of the noise going on in the hallway. I turned my head to look over at the chair next to me, and I could’ve sobbed at the sight. Mick was sat there, cradling the new baby girl in his arms. He had a small smile on his face as he looked down at her, rocking her gently.

He looked up and noticed I was awake. “Hey. Good morning, sleepy head.”

“Shut up, I just gave birth,” I said, teasingly. “How long have I been asleep?”

“A few hours, I think. I’m kind of surprised she didn’t wake you with her crying, but maybe you were just too exhausted.”

“She cried?”

He nodded. “Yeah, very briefly. I didn’t want her to wake you, so I tried rocking her, and it seems that’s all she needed.”

I extended my arms to him. “Can I see her?”

He stood and slowly walked over to the bed. She handed her to me, making sure I was supporting her body and head before letting her go completely into my arms. He was right, she was so tiny. I didn’t think a person could be so tiny in my life. She had little cheeks already, a small whisps of hair already peaking out from under her pink hat.

“She’s adorable,” I said. “Hey baby girl. Welcome to the world.”

“The doctor’s were in earlier asking about a name for her,” Mick explained. “I said it was best if they waited for you to wake up.”

“Oh yeah, I guess I didn’t get to give you a name before I passed out,” I said. “Well, lucky for you baby girl, I already have one picked out. And it’s a pretty name, too. Dahlia, after mommy’s favorite flower.”

Mick smiled. “I like that name.”

We were silent for a moment, just gazing at the sleeping baby together. I raised my legs a little to rest her against them. She stirred slightly, but just enough to shift a little then fall back to sleep.

“I was thinking,” Mick said, bringing my attention to him. “And if this is too forward or anything you can let me know. We’ve only been together a few months so I completely understand, but how would you feel about giving Dahlia my last name?”

For a moment, I thought I had hallucinated. The pain meds from the birth must not have worn off. There was no way he had actually asked that.

“What?”

“Again, it’s totally fine if you want to say no. I was just thinking...I don’t intend on going anywhere. I love you so much, and I already love Dahlia so much. I know I’m not biologically her dad, but to me, she is mine. I want her to have my last name. Eventually I could legally adopt her as mine, too, and maybe you’ll end up having my last name too.”

If I didn’t have a baby on my lap, I would’ve thrown my arms around Mick and kissed over every inch of his face. Instead, all I could do was nod my head as tears started to run down my face.

“Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, I’d love that.”

Mick’s smile was bright enough to light up a room. He leaned down to kiss me, gently and quickly as to not disturb Dahlia, then moved to kiss her gently on her forehead.

“Wait, isn’t your real last name Deal?” I asked. He nodded, which made me giggle. “Dahlia Deal. Double D.”

“Oh God, please do not tell the guys that. That’ll be her nickname for the rest of her life.”

[im-blind-in-texas]

in light of Ozzy's induction into Hall of Fame, here's this pic

[bilbao-song]

secret rocker santa updates (11/14/24)

they finally fixed my account so i can send messages again!! throughout tonight and tomorrow i will be back to sending numbers from this account <3 i am running super behind lol but it should be easy to catch up. (if for some reason you do still receive a message from @bilbaosong, that is also me. idk why that would come up at this point but like...just in case)

other than that!! it is time for another list of bands/musicians whose fans we are most in need of as participants currently:

- tom petty/tom petty and the heartbreakers - led zeppelin - guns n roses (GNR) - the B-52s - mötley crüe - lou reed

i'll be tagging this post accordingly, but if you think your followers may be interested in any of these, please consider reblogging this post and/or one of the other posts (short post here, long post here) about this event :-) reblogs are super important to this project because that is the best way to make sure this reaches people outside the same circle who may not already know each other. anyway, as usual, everyone is welcome as long as you enjoy (not necessarily post about!) some type of music from 1950s-1990s.

sign-ups are open through november 28th and anonymous messaging begins december 1st! feel free to send me an ask or message if you have any questions <3

➜ more information about secret rocker santa ➜ F.A.Q. page ➜ sign up here! (or here if you’d prefer to stay on tumblr)

[lucycore]

As u guys can see I'm back. Idk I'm free from studies/school right now and I need blogging cuz it's like free therapy for me. I'm feeling better now and everything is all good. (Well not really cuz I wanna k someone really badly but I will get over it in a few days).

I take requests for basically all people I've been writing for on my blog so feel free to request but I can't promise that I will write all of them..Only if I like the idea and won't be too many cuz tbh I don't feel like sitting here and writing 20 requests. I know...I'm very honest but lying won't bring us far.

♡

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Todays menu: You falling on the ground in front of Rockers and how they would react.

(I would laugh at u for sure...♡)

☁️ Fluff ☁️

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Paul Stanley: Would get kinda worried and help u up asking if ur okay. He wouldn't laugh no matter how good of friends or couple u guys are.

Gene Simmons: Would be like a disappointed dad and be like "can't u for once not be clumsy and watch ur steps?" Wouldn't help u up, instead just wait till u get up with an awkward smile.

Ace Frehley: Of course would laugh at u and make jokes but when it's really bad then help u up and ask if u need anything.

Peter Criss: He would giggle a bit but help u up and tell u to be more careful or even not let it happen and catch u.

Eric Carr: He would be a sweetheart. Getting really worried and ask if u hurt urself badly and kinda overdo the situation but in a cute way. He just wants u to be okay as he hates seeing u hurt.

Ozzy Osborne: He would tell u to be more careful and not help u up but kinda complain about u not being careful.

Joey Tempest: U either would fall into his arms or if u really hit the ground, he would have this typical shocked face with wide eyes and immediately ask u if ur good and help u up.

Klaus Meine: He would be like "😬" and ask if u hurt yourself. He also helps u up and even hugs u if it's bad.

Nikki Sixx: Would look at ur ass and smirk but eventually help u up and ask if ur fine.

Andy Biersack: Would immediately knee down and stroke over ur cheek and ask if ur fine and of course help u up also being kinda worried. Would never laugh at u..Only if ur his bestie.

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(I really need to listen to some more bands and read more about the artists. I know a lot of bands and their music but don't read about the musicians)

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

There’s also that side of the fandom who say Vince sacrificed skylar for fame

That is so sick when that little bundle of joy was his world when he couldn’t be there for his other 2 kids

Ugh...people are gross.

My mom argued that Vince lost Skylar due to karma because of Razzle. While that may be true, it's still unfair to Vince since that car crash was an accident, and out of his control.

I know Vince doesn't have a close relationship with his other kids, but Skylar was his pride and joy. She was the one who looked like Vince the most and gave him the tightest hugs. She had unconditional love for him - the kind Vince never received from any of his wives or other children. It saddens me to even say this :( I wish the fandom had more compassion for him in the end.

[muschiettistrashmouth]

I wanna hold your hand- Nikki Sixx

Day one - holding hands

NOTE: Hello there, I wanted to try something new this year so I started a writing challenge for September. So here's day one!

Warnings: none

Requested: no - part of a challenge.

Words: 300

Enjoy!

Dating someone like Nikki Sixx was challenging, not only did you have to stay alone for days when they were on tour, but the fans were really cruel sometimes. The other girlfriends warned you about it in your first conversation with them. And that really made you stay away from the media and public stuff. Sometimes it was unbearable to not be able to touch him outside your house or backstage.

Sharise was one of your best friends and was always with you on every occasion. It was rare to see one without the other. And it was during one of your talks that Nikki finally understood why you never touched him in public.

"You know, I'm too scared to even hold hands with him and end up with a crazy fan around my throat." You pull your legs against your chest, resting your chin on your knees.

"Oh honey, I understand, really." She sighed, placing a hand on your shoulder. "They really have very aggressive fans, but you will stop living your relationship because of them? It doesn't even make sense!"

Now it was his turn to sigh, it really didn't make sense.

Tommy is behind the door with Nikki when Mick and Vince arrive.

"What are they doing her-" Mick didn't even finish his sentence, Tommy told him to be quiet so they could hear better.

The three stared at Nikki as if to say 'why didn't you ever do something about this?' to every sentence of your conversation with Sharise.

Mick, in all his delicacy, enters the room.

“Hi, Mick!" The blonde smiled at him.

——

After the boys finished getting ready for their post-show party, you all walked out the door. Nikki held your hand affectionately.

"I won't let anyone stop you from touching me again."

[yiling-on-crack]

Started stanning 80s rock bands. Being a kpop fan I'm used to getting content on a silver plate, but here I am scouring the desert for content like a man dying of thirst.

[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

I'm curious how many of y'all have read the Motley books or have consumed supplementary video media, like the movie and stuff. Reblog this and tell me what you've read and watched.

- the dirt movie and book

-tommyland

-first 21

-resurrection of mötley crüe

-TONS of interviews

-killer planetiod (does this count?)

[stvolanis]

ABOUT ME

╰┈🎀 19 y/o in college!!

╰┈🎀 diagnosed BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder.) click here to know more!

╰┈🎀 Gender-Fluid & Pansexual

╰┈🎀 Any pronouns (she/they pref)

╰┈🎀 My fav blogger is always gonna be @medium-rare-bimbo!! Dunno where she went but love her always😭

╰┈🎀 wish I was born in the 80s (the men were so pretty >.<)

╰┈🎀 My DMs are always open for people who want to chat or be friends!

[caro-uotora]

This is too weird Nikki.(fiction)

男ばさん＝男（man)+おばさん（middle age woman)

A man who looks like a middle-aged woman. And an erotic man.

[nature-and-music]

I’m sorry, this is so stupid and you don’t have to participate.

On a scale of Nikki Sixx to David Gilmour, which rockstar(s) would use to describe the size of your ass?

I’m definitely Sixx.

[graysonmustdie]

I might start writing fanfiction

[im-blind-in-texas]

he's so silly

[sunsetsixx]

today marks ONE WHOLE YEAR since i went to the stadium tour. one whole year since i saw crüe for the first time. one whole year since i saw the kimono in person & witnessed bret’s jeans™️ & phil’s abs. that tour & the months leading up to it was one of the happiest times of my life. im forever grateful for the memories & i will definitely be reminiscing today 🥹🫶🏻

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

Someone really said Vince Neil is promoting obesity

When I tell you there’s always that one side of the fandom

😳 Glad I'm not on that side of the fandom. To be fair, every fandom has its pros and cons, it's just some are worse than others, unfortunately.

Why would they think he's promoting obesity? That's an absurd claim to make. Vince is only living his best life the way he wants to live it. I get some people may be concerned for his health, but to straight up bully him for his weight is pathetic and wrong. If Vince wants to lose weight, he will do it himself. Nobody can force him. And he's not gonna do it when people are taunting him about his "appearance" or "singing ability."

During the Mötley Crüe reunion, in 2005, Vinnie reinvented himself by having cosmetic surgery done and going on a 12 week fitness journey to lose 20 pounds. He succeeded and it was something he wanted to accomplish at the time. Now Vince probably wants to lay low and relax. As he should, though! He deserves it.

The man has worked very hard in the music industry and is burnt out with all the wild parties he attended over the decades. Let Vinnie have a break. It's none of our business, or concern, how he chooses to live the rest of his life.

No matter what shape he's in, I’ll always love Vince for WHO he is. Size doesn't change our personality.