Mötley Crüe: The Dirt Imagines

Mick Mars/ Iwan Rheon Imagine #2

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You looked up from your camera for what felt the hundredth time and sighed with exasperation.

"Tommy!" you scolded, looking at the drummer who was practically still a teenager, "Please, stay still!"

"I'm trying," he replied, still laughing in the way that was making his whole body shake, something that was sure to make all of the film blurry as hell, "I swear, Y/N, it's not my fault!"

"Well then what the hell are you laughing at?" you asked, still not convinced that Tommy wasn't just being difficult on purpose. He pointed behind you, now laughing even harder.

You whipped around, ready to scold Nikki or Vince for making faces behind you, but instead you saw someone else, someone a lot smaller than any member of Mötley Crüe. Someone who was definitely supposed to be in bed.

"Amanda!" you snapped, reaching for your four year-old as she darted away from you, running over to Tommy who quickly put her on top of his shoulders and way way out of your reach. You huffed in annoyance, taking in the dress with peanut butter stains your daughter was wearing instead of pjs and the huge heart shaped lollipop she was holding that you knew would keep her up for several more hours.

"Aw c'mom, Y/N," Tommy said, holding on to your daughter's bare feet as she swayed on top of his shoulders in a way that made you nervous, "It's my fault. Mandy was just hanging out. She definitely didn't make any silly faces or anything."

You rolled your eyes and held out your hands. Tommy reluctantly handed her over.

"We'll finish the shoot tomorrow," you said with a sigh, trying to wrestle the lollipop away from Mandy before it could do too much damage, "I've got to get her to bed and then murder Mick."

"Cool," Tommy said with a grin, laying back down on the couch he was posing on just a moment before, "Let me know if you need help hiding the body."

You laughed a little at that, before heading to the back of the bus near the bunks. You and your daughter had been on tour with the band for a few weeks now, and you had never had any trouble getting Mandy in bed by 9. Her father, on the other hand, apparently couldn't manage it even once.

You had met Mick four years ago at a Mötley concert, before they were really big and you could still make it to the front row without being trampled to death. You had been taking pictures for a local music magazine back then, just stuff of bands doing the Sunset Strip circuit, and it had been your dream ever since you were a teenager to be a rock and roll photographer. Unfortunately, being a young girl fresh out of college hadn't been the best for the business as you were harassed constantly by at least one member of most bands in town and a lot more of their fans. You had sworn to yourself then that you would never date a musician after hearing the way some of them talked to you, but then you had met Mick Mars.

He had been so sweet and kind when you approached him after the show, even though he was so drunk he could hardly stand. He posed for a few solo shots without complaint and even made the other guys untangle from their groupies for a second so you could get their pictures as well. The great shots of a band that was actually predicted to go big was a huge deal to the magazine and you got a major bonus for a job well done. You had hunted down Mick's number and called him to thank him for his help, but he hadn't remembered any of it. You remembered feeling a little disappointed at that, but he quickly asked you out for dinner so he could see you and jog his memory of the evening. The rest is history, and now you had a daughter, a husband, and a job as the band's tour photographer.