David: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Mick: Thank you

David: I didn't say that was a good thing

Mick: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

could you do a dave mustaine fluff???

thank your so much <33

AHH OF COURSE 🫶🫶 ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST ASK TYSM!!

Also, I’m sorry this took me forever to get to, I’ve been busy with school work, but here it is now :) It’s pretty short but I hope you like it. ❤️

Dave Mustaine x Gn! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: swearing

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Dave Mustaine was an asshole, everyone knows that. What a lot of people don’t know is that he is a hopeless romantic through and through.

“Y/n!” Dave calls as he enters your shared home.

“I’m in the kitchen!” You reply and hear him walking towards you.

You turned around and saw him standing there with a bouquet of flowers.

“I know it’s kinda corny, but I wanted to get you some flowers.” He smiled shyly.

“Aw, Dave, it’s not corny! Thank you so much!” You pull him into a hug. You couldn’t stop smiling.

“Well I’m glad you like them, I was scared you’d make fun of me.” He admitted.

You rolled your eyes, “I would never make fun of you for something like this. I think it’s really sweet.”

“You’re really sweet.” He smirks.

“Okay now that was corny.” The two of you laughed at his failed attempt to flirt.

You grabbed a vase for the flowers and Dave helped you arrange them.

“Wanna go take a nap?” Dave asked as he hugged you from behind.

“Well, I was about to cook dinner, but I can just order something later if you’re alright with that.”

“That’s perfectly fine.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head.

~

The two of you spent the rest of the evening cuddling and chatting about anything and everything.

Dave loved spending time like this with you. No tours, no band practice, no drama just him and his partner.

He loved you, more than you’d ever know.

“It’s late, so you wanna turn the light off?” You asked him, suddenly.

He thought about it for a bit.

“Actually, how about we listen to some music? I’ll let you pick.” He was trying to spend as much time with you as he could. Yeah it was a little selfish, but he didn’t care.

“Even if I want to listen to the Cure?” You smiled up at him and he rolled his eyes.

“Even if you wanna listen to the Cure.”

Priories

me on the titanic

Today’s dose of quality content:

he did *the* face… lmao   if you know, you know.

It’s True, I Swear!

Fem!Reader x Poly!Lost Boys

Okay, so I’m not great at doing these, but I want to start. This is mostly Paul and y/n, but there’s some Dwayne and a little Marko. David is mentioned also, but yeah.

Also, I tried to not put any descriptors referring to the reader besides the pet names.

And if you can let me know what you think, that would be appreciated.

TW: A tiny bit of swearing, but not much else.

I was just sitting on the railing, mindlessly playing with Dwayne’s hair (who was standing between my legs with his back to me) and talking with Paul, who was also sitting on the railing with me, about how he “met and hung out with” Nikki Sixx from Motley Crüe. “ I don’t believe you, Paul. Sorry. But I just don’t.” I tell him with a laugh. “ITS TRUE!!” He practically yelled. “Why don’t you believe me sugar? I SWEAR I’m telling the truth.” He says with a pout. I just shake my head and laugh. “I don’t believe you because you’re always telling me all these elaborate, fantastical stories that, later on, I find out aren’t even true.” I tell Paul as he continues to give me the biggest pout. “But this time it’s true y/n.” He insists. I give him a huff and and roll my eyes. “Fine. I’ll ask someone more reliable if it’s true. BUT if it’s not, then you owe me the biggest apology for lying.” I tell him. I wrap my arms around Dwayne and lower my head, pecking him on the cheek before resting my cheek against his. “Dwayne. Sweetheart. My most reliable source.” I start, making Dwayne let out a low chuckle. “Did paul really meet and hangout with Nikki Sixx?” I ask him. He turned to face me and smirked. “He did. He’s not lying this time, prince/ess.” Dwayne said, watching a shocked expression grow on my face. I turned to look at Paul and before I could even get a syllable out, I was cut off. “I FUCKING TOLD YOU!!” Paul screamed, pointing at me, causing Marko, Dwayne and even David to laugh. Paul had the biggest Shit eating grin on his face. He crossed his arms and just stared at me, obviously waiting for my apology. “Okay. Sorry I doubted you Paul. Guess you weren’t full of shit this time. ” I said, raising my arms up in surrender. “You should have a little more faith in me babe.” He said all smug. I just snorted and returned my hands to Dwayne’s hair. “Paul, it being true ONE time doesn’t inspire too much faith.” I say playfully. “Yeah, whatever.” He said, waving a dismissive hand at me. “I’m still right though.” He quietly muttered. “Aww. Come here babygirl. I’m sorry.” I say to him as I reach my hand out to him. He looked at my hand and wiggling fingers, then at me. After a minute, he gave in and slid closer to me and I wrapped my arm around him and rested my head against him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and rested his head on mine. “I have faith in you Pauly.” I tell him, causing him to smile.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I met and trashed a whole hotel with Ozzy Osbourne?” Paul asked. “PAUL YOU LYING SHIT!!” Marko yelled.

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Love for Music ꕤ

hi! could you write something with Michael Monroe? possibly with y/n as a metal/rock musician :) thank you 🫶

Love for Music || Micheal Monroe

[michael monroe x gn!reader]

Summary: Micheal supports his partner at their gig

Warnings: Alchol consumption, sought of sexual innuendo

Masterlist

A/N: two months late as usual. This is really bad I’m so so sorry. You can see where I was inspired by motley crue

Michael arrived at the venue along with the rest of his band. Tonight you and your band (Matricide) were preforming in a club where most of the leading English bands in the world started out . The both of you have been almost inseparable ever since Razzle introduced you both.

He separated from his friends to go find you backstage like he usually does.

“I’m glad you made it!” you greet as you spot the blonde enter the fire exit to the backstage room.

He smiled and pulled you into a tight hug, “I’m happy to be here. When do you have to be on?”

“Erm,” you looked across the room to the smashed clock on the wall. You cringed.

“about twenty-five minutes ago,” your lead singer, Pixie, huffed annoyed, “now he’s here can we go?”

Micheal chuckled, “You were waiting for me?”

“Course she was!” Your drummer laughed, obviously already drunk, “she’s in love with you, blondie.”

“Fuck off” you rolled yours eyes. He laughed again before leaning down to kiss you.

“I’ll be in the crowd,” he winked.

Michael approached his friends at the bar to witness the end of what seemed to be Nasty and Razzle making fun of Michael and you.

“Oh Mikey! I love you so much!” Razzle flailed his arms around nasty’s neck. Sami cackled loudly.

“Sä oot ihaninta mitä mulle on tapahtunut,” Nasty flung his head back dramatically. Razzle didn’t know what it meant but he still found it stupidly hilarious.

“You two make a cute couple,” Michael huffed.

“We definitely would,” Nasty twirled a strand of Razzle’s hair whilst fluttering his eyelids. Sami’s drink came out of his nose from laughing so hard and the pair’s antics.

Micheal rolled his eyes, “When have you ever heard me say something like that?”

“Oh please you always talk like that to her,” Andy chuckled.

Before Micheal could say anything else, they heard the cheering of the crowd and turn round to see the band run onto the stage.

“Time to fight to front,” Sami shrugged.

The music was loud as ever as you tap your feet to the beat to stay in rhythm, occasionally head banging and jumping on the flimsy stage. The boys cheered and occasionally sang along in the dancing crowd and you smiled at them every chance you got.

The audience cheered and screamed loudly during your bass solo where Pixie held a bottle of Smirnoff to your mouth as you drank. Just as the singer moved the empty bottle you looked at your boyfriend and winked.

During the ten minute break you quickly ran down the stage and wasted no typed in wrapping your arms around Michael’s neck and pulling him into a deep starving kiss. He moved his hands down to hold your waist to pull you impossibly close to him.

Your lips separated and you admired the man before you’s lipstick smeared lips. When he caught his breath he asked “What was that for?”

“You just looked so beautiful from up there,” you answered with a mischievous grin, “and the vibrations of playing does stuff to me.”

“I love you,” Micheal said to you for the first time.

You smiled even wider and kissed his cheek, “I love you too, pretty boy.”

Andy whistled loudly bringing your attention to Razzle and Nasty making kissy faces. “Awww ain’t this lovely,” Sami teased, “your both too cute.”

Before you could reply to the boys ridiculous jokes you noticed your manager on the steps of the stage. “Ah shit. I gotta get back up there.”

And with that you ran through the audience and up to the rest of the band getting ready to begin the second set.

Do you write for a POC reader?

I’m not POC so (correct me if I’m wrong) I don’t think it’s right for me to write a POC reader? I guess it also depends what the fic is about.

I don’t want to offend anyone😭😭

Third set of Hanoi Rocks incorrect quotes, gonna do some Skid Row next I think!💜

My first Tumblr post!

Enjoy Hanoi Rocks incorrect quotes from a generator I found online✌🏻

- Mischa💜

Don’t Panic

Pairing: Razzle x reader

Requested? Nope

Word count: 552

Summary: Razzle helps you through a panic attack

Tw: panic attack

a/n: excuse me, this is pretty shitty, I know. Once again based on own experience so it may differ from other experiences

Also requests are open. I’ll write anything except smut so please request something

Keep reading

Is mick mars requst still open or do you have them closed.

Still open ♡𐀔

can you write a angst/fluff piece about tommy lee where the reader has a panic attack and he deals with it? i love your writing btw, you make the characters seem really three-dimensional and sweet

Overwhelmed || Tommy Lee

[Tommy Lee x GN!Reader]

Summary: the big crowds make you panic but Tommy is there to comfort you

Warnings: Panic Attack

Masterlist

A/N: sorry this took so long I have loads of requests and I don’t write as often as I should

The tour bus stopped when you arrived at the venue the band were playing that night. Already you could hear the voices of people waiting to catch a glimpse of Mötley Crüe.

“Holy fuck. That’s a lot of people,” Vince remarked adorning a smile on his face.

“We’re going to have to really push past them,” Nikki huffed standing up.

You turned to face Tommy, who was already looking at you, and he gave you a reassuring smile and he held out a hand for you to take. He was aware that you were uncomfortable with big crowds but your often okay with the help of your boyfriend.

Once all the thing needed were gathered, you, the band and a couple of roadies exited the bus and were forced to physically push past the groups of people screaming for attention from the band. The hand holding had to be exchanged to Tommy holding you as close to him as possible with an arm around your shoulders. The blood pounded in your ears and your heart thudded in your chest.

“Don’t they have fucking security or anything,” You faintly heard Mick curse.

Your hands then began to shake. Your feet tingled. Your vision disfigured, as if you were looking through a fish-eye lens. You had to get away. You couldn’t be in this damned crowd any longer. You were at the entrance but could not get passed the four women begging for attention from Nikki and Tommy.

“Excuse me, ladies,” Tommy smiled at them and they eventually allowed us to pass and join the rest of the group but your hands were still clutched to Tommy’s side.

You felt separate to what was going on around you. You felt sick and like you were about to faint. 

Tommy noticed your behaviour as he could feel and hear you hyperventilating slightly beside him. “Want to go somewhere else?” He whispers into your ear so no one else could hear. You nod quickly as you felt tears were about fall.

He takes you across to an empty corridor where you lean against the cold stone wall. “What’s going on? You okay?” He asked checking you for any signs of injury.

"I can't...I can't breathe." You inhaled quickly, grabbing your chest. You sucked in another breath and another. You had to sit. You slid down the wall and put your head in your hands.

Tommy crouched down to your level and held out a hand for you to take, you accepted it. “Can you look at me?” He asks in a some-what whisper. You look at him with your teary eyes. He started to move his thumb in repetitive circle on your hand for you to focus on. “I’m here. I’m always here,” he smiles sweetly at you.

Your breathing starts to return back to a normal, steady pattern. “Thank you,” you leant into him and kissed his cheek.

“…Want me to sing to make you feel better?” He tilts head, his smile turning into his natural goofy smile.

“No. Please don’t,” you giggle, tears beginning to stop, “I beg of you.”

“Your just jealous that you can’t sing like me,” he jokingly huffs.

“Yeah that’s it,” you chuckle as you attempt to wipe off the smudged mascara around your eyes but Tommy snatched the tissue from your grip and did it for you.

“You alright now?” He questioned. You nod in response. “C’mon let’s go to the dressing rooms then.”

Hey omg I was wondering if you had any upcoming hanoi fics?

Also has anyone requested one with Mike yet because I might have to lol

I do have a Michael one coming up but it might take a week because I have lots of request but I still welcome more 𐀔♡