I’M DOWN IF YOUR DOWN 🤭 - 🩷

ILL TAKE THE HONOR OF BEING THE PINK HEART ANON ILYSM OMG - 🩷

YES YES YESS 🩷 ANON YIPPIEEE ILY2

I love ur writing please don’t die

LMAO THANK YOU I'LL TRY NOT TO

did I buy the hanoi rocks biography book for 38.58 bucks plus tax on ebay? I dunno.

imagine chino keeping photos of you in his wallet and showing them in interviews or just to anyone in general

MR. DEFTONES (ALSO I HAVE AN M.LIST IN MY DRAFTS THAT I ADD ONTO AND IK I HAVEN'T POSTED MUCH YET BUT IMK IF I SHOULD POST IT SO THAT U GUYS CAN FIND WHAT YOUR LOOKING FOR)

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warnings:none. use of “girlfriend” and “my girl” so fem reader

if you were dating Chino and he was keeping photos of you in his wallet, he would be showing how much he loves you and values you

he'd probably show them to everyone like his friends (even though they know what you look like) or probably people he just met lol

“You wanna see my girlfriend? look at her, man.”

happy chino because people call you beautiful and he gets all happy and proud.

in interviews, you could either be there watching or at home and he'd show at least one of the pictures anyway.

if you couldn't make it, hed talk about you and show a picture and probably be like

“She's my girl, y'know? I gotta keep something of her everywhere I go.”

and he'd have a cute little smile.(he likes calling you “my girl”)

also he'd probably be showing you the pictures too just to remind you of how pretty you are.

(totally be the type to wear “i ❤ my girlfriend” shirts.)

LOVE LANGUAGE: VINCE NEIL

NIKKI AND TOMMYS VERSION OUT! MICK COMING SOON

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warnings: sex, lots of sex, mentions of sex, sex and alcohol.

If you were dating Vince Neil, his love language would be similar to that of Tommy, and it would be a combination of Physical Touch and Acts of Service. 

He would also be a pretty physical person, and he likes to show his affection through physical touch. 

He's also a pretty active and confrontational person a lot of the time, so he would probably respond well to things like surprises and spontaneity

sex would also 100% be another love language.. so much sex.

he also doesn't care where he touches you but most likely your boobs or ass or something.

but whenever he does he always has a stupid little smirk on his face because you're hot and he's touching you in front of a bunch of people, and because if his hand is on your back he'd remember giving you backshots..

He likes to cuddle too, like a casual loose spooning.

I don't think he'd be too much into bear hug cuddling, but he wouldn't mind his face in your boobs but just not in the way Nikki would like it (i'm sorry I just wanna fix his childhood trauma.)

things vince would do for you would be like; Paying attention to the little things in your life that matter to you (even though he might forget it when he's drunk and would shut his eyes real hard and hit the side of his head because he feels bad and wants to remember.), Doing chores that you don't like but he's fine doing, Doing things he isn't necessarily good at, but he does them just to make you happy, literally wouldn't let you spend your own money on yourself.

@bisexualnikkisixx LOOK AT THEM POSING BC THEY KNOW THEY'RE THE SHIT

me: im not into the blue eyed blond type.

randy, Michael, Eric, duff, bret and James:

do u still write for chino lol 😭

I MEAN YEAH BUT HES NOT REALLY MY MAIN THING LOL. I HAVEN'T BEEN WRITING RECENTLY ANYWAY I JUST HAVEN'T BEEN MOTIVATED

DOES ANYONE EVEN KNOW WHO YNGWIE MALMSTEEN IS ANYMORE??😭 SHOULD I DO HIM X READER??

(I WILL START WRITING AGAIN SOON)

hi! i was wondering if you could write something about tramp!tommy lee x lady!reader inspired by lady and the tramp? thank u! :)

HII OMG I HAVEN'T WRITTEN LIKE A LENGTHY THING IN FOREVER SO I USED THIS TO REMEMBER WHAT IT'S LIKE. SORRY IF ITS NOT COMPLETELY WHAT YOU WANTED BUT I TRIED. ALSO I LOOOVE RACCOONS AND I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF I HAD TO ADD SOMETHING. (I HAVE 24,353 PINS OF RACCOONS SAVED ON PINTEREST..)

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warnings: none. probably a little cringe😭

Leather and Lace

in the neon-lit streets of Sunset Strip, there existed an unlikely pair: Tommy Lee, the wild drummer of Mötley Crüe, and you, a refined lady with a penchant for classy fashion. Their paths collided one smoky night at the legendary Whisky a Go Go.

Tommy, with his tousled hair and his carefree attitude, was the embodiment of rock ‘n’ roll excess. He’d just finished a raucous gig, sweat-soaked and adrenaline-fueled. His leather jacket clung to him like a second skin, and his eyes sparkled with mischief.

And then there you were —graceful, with a hint of rebellion. you wore lace gloves and a pastel wrap dress that went down to your knees, your eyes framed by kohl-lined perfection. you had wandered into the Whisky, seeking solace from the chaos of life.

yours and tommy's eyes met across the dimly lit room, he was no stranger here and he's seen you the few times you've been here. Tommy, the Tramp, swaggered over, drumsticks still in hand. “Hey, I'm Tommy.im sure you've seen me.” he drawled, “you look like you could have a drink.”

you raised an eyebrow. “And you look like you’ve had one too many.”

He grinned. “Guilty as charged. But tonight, I’m looking for something different. Something real.”

you hesitated, torn between her polished facade and the allure of the Sunset Strip. “I’m not your typical groupie, Tommy.”

He leaned in, close enough to feel the heat of his breath. “Good. Because I’m not your typical rock star.”

And so began their unlikely courtship. Tommy took you on motorcycle rides through Los Angeles, the wind whipping your hair as you both raced toward the stars. They danced at the Rainbow Room, swaying to ballads (even if it wasn't tommys thing but he did it for you), your hearts beating in sync.

But it wasn’t all glitz and glam. Tommy had demons—the kind that haunted hotel rooms and echoed in empty bottles. And you had secrets—the kind that whispered of a past you left behind.

One moonlit night, both sat on the rooftop of the Roxy, overlooking the city. Tommy traced circles on your lace-covered hand. “you know,” he said, “I’ve never met anyone like you.. well, been with anyone like you.”

you chuckled and leaned into his shoulder. “And you are unlike anyone I’ve ever known.. well, been with anyone like you.” you copied.

They shared stories—the highs and lows, the broken dreams and the electric nights. Tommy confessed his fear of fading into obscurity, and [Your Name] revealed her love for raccoons—their masked faces and nocturnal wanderings.

And so, under the L.A stars, they kissed—a collision of rock ‘n roll and elegance. Tommy Lee, the Tramp, and you, the Lady, found their rhythm in the chaos of Mötley nights and lace-clad mornings.