Request: Can you do a mick mars where his daughter and her husband surprises her father when he on the stadium and comes out on stage with News on a card that says your being promoted to grandpa. Which makes mick cry.
I also received a request a while back for a dad!Mick Mars x reader, so this fulfills both of those requests.
Word Count: 900~
I never thought my dad would still be doing concerts after 60, but watching him rock out on the stage at 71 makes me so happy. He’s still living it up like he did in the early days of Motley Crue, all except for the copious amounts of drugs and liquor in the 80s and 90s. Granted, he never let me see that side of the group, only finding out about it later on in my life when my Uncle Nikki talked about going into rehab many years ago. My dad tried to avoid me finding out about that stuff, and I understand, but it never changed how I felt about him and my uncles.
Seeing my dad up on that stage makes me feel like I’m a little girl again, watching my dad from behind the stage as he jams out on his guitar and my uncles rock out alongside him. Only now, I’m backstage with my husband, the very man who got to play Vince in their biopic film. It wasn’t my dad’s plan for Daniel and me to meet during the making of the movie, but as soon as he introduced himself with his Australian accent and nervous stutter, I knew I was a goner.
Once my dad discovered that we both had a thing for each other after my uncles pointed out the obvious to him, he rolled his eyes and leaned his head down, slowly shaking it. “Of course it had to be Vince’s actor,” Daniel and I heard my dad murmuring, causing us to look at each other and gently laugh. The scene itself was wholesome, and I was so glad my dad was okay with us being together.
“I’m so glad we could come tonight,” Daniel says to me, his hand moving from my side to my stomach. Immediately, my heart skips a beat at his action, being reminded of the news we recently got. “I can’t wait to see his reaction.”
“He’s going to be so happy,” I murmur, leaning up to kiss Daniel’s cheek. His smile only grows at this, gently swaying me in his hold as we resume looking back at the band I grew up watching my entire life, and obviously, that never changed.
“Alright, guys, we have a special announcement tonight,” Nikki announces to the crowd as they all recover from the constant playing they’ve been doing since they started. My dad simply looks around in slight confusion, unsure of what’s going on as the whole show has been perfect. “My beautiful goddaughter and her husband have something to say. Mick,” Nikki adds, turning toward my dad as Daniel and I walk out on stage to join him. The crowd cheers as we do so, my dad greeting us with an almost confused smile when we stop in front of him.
“Well,” he starts, his eyes flicking between Daniel and me as we remain in each other's hold. “What’s the word, pumpkin?”
Hearing my dad call me the nickname he always used for me as a kid makes tears begin to well up in my eyes. This is already an emotional moment for me because I’m pregnant, but honestly, I never imagined I would be as happy as I am now. It’s definitely overwhelming, but not in a bad way.
“We have some news for you,” I tell him, resting back against Daniel’s side as I hand my dad the card I made especially for him. I watch as he takes it from me with a curious look on his face, the guys watching him with wide smiles etched onto all their faces as he does so. They all helped me and Daniel form this plan to surprise my dad, managing to get some extra time after their most recent show to allow us to surprise him.
Opening the card, my dad’s eyes scan over the words on the paper in front of him, a few seconds passing before he lowers the card down. In one hand, he holds the card while the other grasps the small ultra sound picture I put in there. Tears in his eyes, my dad smiles and shakes his head.
“Oh, pumpkin,” He murmurs, lifting his arms out to me. I accept his offer immediately and hug him close, my emotions only worsening as my dad pulls Daniel in the hug too, not wanting to forget him during such a big moment. “I’m so happy for you two,” he tells us, still holding me close with one arm as his other rests against Daniel’s shoulder. “I’m so proud of you two.”
With tears now streaming down my face, I smile at my dad while Daniel wipes away my tears, never letting a tear be able to slide down my face on his watch. “Ladies and gentlemen, Mick Mars is going to be a grandfather!” Nikki says to the crowd, making them all erupt into cheers. Soon enough, the guys all come over and join our hug. Nikki, Tommy, and Vince watched me grow up, practically making them my uncles hence why I refer to them as such. Now, they get to watch a new life grow up and call them uncle as well, but on the other hand, my dad finally gets to be called grandpa without it being one of the guys' many jokes about his age.
SUMMARY ✧ a oneshot of @mirandanancexo’s request – “reader is pregnant with Vince’s baby and they’ve been together for a couple of years and Vince is off on tour while she’s staying home and he accidentally overdoses and when he wakes up he’s just worried about his girl and his baby ”
NOTE ✧ Feedbacks are always welcome! Anyway, requests are ALWAYS open, meet me in my ask box! English is not my birth language and I use Tumblr and imagines to improve it, so I’m not immune to grammar errors and if I commit them and you want to warn me, there’s no problem, I’m always learning and your help is very welcome.
It was very difficult to live like a rockstar. Yet most difficult when you were the frontman of one of the most famous rock bands nowadays. Vince could feel that right on his back while living all this Mötley Crüe thing. At first, the sex drugs and rock’n’roll way of life seemed very fun, but then Vince met you and discovered a whole new world of possibilities of living his life by the side of the woman that he loved, but it wasn’t like he could dump all the band to live just for it: he liked being on tour with the boys too. Through all these years that Vince and you were together, you two managed to make this type of life work: Vince was out on tour and, when you couldn’t travel with him, you just stayed at home doing your journalism work and waited for him to come back.
But things were different now. You were pregnant with your first baby and it was not like Vince wanted to let you and his little precious thing home alone, even with you trying to convince you that everything was okay. It was not such a long tour, right?
“Fuck off, Nikki. I’m the fucking lead singer and no one managed to let me know that the tour is going to have fifteen more days?” Vince screamed at the bar, knocking his hand off the table. The whole band looked shocked at him, while Nikki sipped some water from a giant glass. “I need to go back home. (y/n) is fucking pregnant. My child can be born at any time and I am HERE!”
“Calm down, mate. It’s just fifteen more days, right? The band needed that. Everything was sold out!” Nikki continued to talk while Vince got up from the table, causing the bassist to walk behind the blonde one. Vince turned around, facing Nikki’s face with anger.
“And my pregnant wife is home alone waiting for me to come back.” He said, facing with anger the glass of water that Nikki was holding since the decision of being sober. “and you know what? I’m not even liking to be here. I’m done with the no fun tour.” Vince said while took a shot of something alcoholic from the hands of a waiter who was passing on their side.
“Vince, c’ mon.”
The blonde one just faced Nikki while drank all the alcohol from the tiny glass before bursting it on the floor, turning around and letting the band alone on the bar. Vince didn’t need them to have some fun or just distract himself from the fact that he couldn’t be with you and his baby.
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You sat on your couch with a new book to read on this rainy afternoon. Your belly was just so heavy that you couldn’t stand being active for so long, so you were just resting after trying to do some yoga. Your pregnancy was very advanced right now and you were pretty anxious for Vince to come home and be with you in this final level of being pregnant with his baby. Damn, you loved him so much. You loved the fact that you were carrying someone that you two made together. It was just surreal. You caught yourself smiling to the nothing while the telephone rang. Vince didn’t talk to you since after the show yesterday, so you thought it was him, quickly answering the phone.
“Vince? My Vince?” You said while hearing what someone was talking to you on the line. “Oh, God. No, no, no, no.” you got up, going to find someone to help you to get to the hospital in the other city as fast as possible.
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Vince woke up on the strangely white room. His head hurt and his arm was trapped in a lot of tubes and needles piercing his skin. He blinked some times before figuring out he was at the hospital. He couldn’t remember a lot of what he did in the night that he went completely mad, but the only thing that he could think about now was you and his baby. Vince looked to the empty couch by his side and noticed that he was alone. Where were you? Had you decided to leave him after what had happened? Was his baby okay? He wanted to scream your name, but he didn’t have the proper strength to it. The blonde one was about to call for someone before the door started to open, and then you showed up, surprised that he was awake.
“Babe, you’re awake! Thank God!” You smiled, entering the room and closing the door behind you. Vince couldn’t help but smile seeing you and your completely perfect and giant belly, just carrying the most precious thing in his life. “Since the couch is not the most comfortable the doctors said to me to take a walk from hour to hour.”
“I thought you had left me.” Vince said, bumping his head on the pillow. “after what happened, I...”
“I should, Vinnie. I really should.” you crossed your arms, straightening your lips. “Overdose? Really? I’m carrying your fucking baby and you get a drug overdose?”
“I was just so stressed out for not being able to see you and our baby. I was going completely mad.” You could tell that he was sincerely sad from the way that he looked at you while talking. His thin lips were pressed against each other and he was staring at your belly with such a lovely look... you hated to see him in that way. “I’m so sorry, (y/n).”
“Just think about caring a little bit more for your life. Or you don’t love your baby enough for it?” You were trying to hold the tears that were on your eyes. You looked up, not being able to stare at Vince anymore, crossing your arms over your chest. “I don’t know what would I do if something happened to you. For God’s sake...”
“Please, don’t say something like that.” He raised the arm that wasn’t trapped on the tubes to start caressing your belly. You felt like your baby moved inside of you, cheering daddy’s touch, and so do Vince. “I love our baby. And I love you. More than anything in my life. Forgive me.”
“I forgive you.” You sighed, placing your hand over his on your belly. “But for one condition. Being sober for our family.”
“I just want you two to be okay.” He looked at you with sad puppy eyes. You took your hand to the golden hair falling on his forehead, caressing his pale skin. “I’ll be sober. Fuck this tour. I just want to spend the rest of the days of my life by your side. We’re starting our family, (y/n). Our family! I don’t want to start with the wrong way.”
“It’s okay.” You smiled, curving yourself with difficulty since your belly was too big, just to kiss Vince. He was so weak, yet he raised his hand just to wrap his fingers in your hair and caress your head. “I was missing you so much...” You stared at his blue eyes. “I can’t wait for meeting our baby and start out family.”
“Babe.” Vince’s eyes widened as he carefully pulled you away with his hands. You took one step back without understanding. “Babe. I think your water just broke.” You looked down just to see a water puddle on your feet, right under you and your comfy dress.
