In which, Mötley Crüe, in the biggest year of their career, 1987, wake up in 2019. (This story is just for fun, I don't really know where to go with it but, I thought it'd be fun to write!)

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀. 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸 request in either A: dms or B: comments WARNING: some chapters may contain smut levels of intensity (1-5) fluff - just plain ole sweet sad fluff - bittersweet fluff w/ smutty undertones - no sex but very suggestive tragic fluff - depressing, but usually has a happy ending smut - there will be sex

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