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Mick and (Y/N) were that couple.
Whatever couple that crossed your mind when you heard the term “that couple” that was the kind they were.
The miss matched couple, the always fighting couple, the fucking adorable couple, the meant to be couple, the couple you looked up to and even the how are they even together couple.
Mostly though, they were the overly sexual couple.
Honestly the three younger members of Motley Crue missed the days when they first formed the band, before Mick had met (Y/N) while he was out on a beer run.
The guitarist was so much easier to understand, he was a grouchy old man who drank to ease the pain of his bone disease and that was all.
He loved only three things; music, vodka, and sleep.
Then one random day he casually brings a girl to one of their parties, and while the party didn’t actually pause the band certainly did.
(Y/N) made them all see sides of Mick they didn’t know even existed, they learned more about him.
Like he couldn’t fucking dance but he would try for her when she looked at him right, he also really seemed to like keeping her in his lap during their parties. The two of them always seemed to be in their own world, where they could flirt, argue, laugh, just sit in silence, or whatever else they wanted to do together.
The most shocking thing that Motley Crue learned about Mick Mars was that he had one hell of a sex drive.
Even Vince had to give the old man props after he had come out of his room after what sounded like five back to back rounds of sex, and it was only two in the afternoon.
‘Looks like all that respecting the females of our species left someone all pent up.’ Nikki teased as Mick took his seat at the table.
‘Shut up...its not me.’ Mick said as he looked back at his closed bedroom door, hearing the shower running.
Mick looked back at his rug monkey bandmates.
‘She is gonna fucking kill me.’ he sighed as he took Tommy’s plate of bacon and eggs from him.
‘Hey!’ the drummer complained.
‘I haven’t eaten since round two...yesterday. That woman hardly lets me have a moment to even take my damn pills yet alone fucking eat. I will eat this and you will shut up do you hear me?’ Mick said warningly.
Tommy could only throw up his hands in defense, he was always more afraid of the guitarist than the others since he was the youngest and Mick didn’t like youth.
‘Is she really that active? Because if you need any hel-’
Before Vince could finish Mick had reached across the table, taken a handful of his blond hair and slammed his face into the table.
Nikki and Tommy chuckled as Vince held his face.
‘Anyone else want to make any Goddamn offers?’ the old man asked looking at the others.
‘Nope, I’m good, you and (Y/N) look so good together...rather not get in the middle.’ Nikki grinned.
‘Same.’ Tommy agreed.
‘Mick!’ (Y/N) yelled from inside.
‘Shit.’ Mick mumbled shoving more food in his mouth before he stood up and went back into his room and closed the door.
Nikki let out a chuckle as he handed Vince a towel for bloody nose.
‘Thanks. Jesus man, you’d think getting some would make him less harsh.’ Vince whined.
‘Well you did try to fuck his girl dumbass.’ the bassist said.
‘I offered a threesome, we do them all the time.’
‘Mick doesn’t, and (Y/N) isn’t a groupie, she’s his lady. You’re lucky he didn’t beat the shit out of you.’ Nikki reminded.
‘He would have killed me.’ Tommy said as he took the plate back.
‘Totally would have.’ the singer agreed.
‘Yeah, you aren’t his favorite Tommy Boy.’ Nikki added.
‘Fuck you guys.’ the drummer pouted.
‘SHIT!’
They all jumped at mick suddenly shouting from his room.
Just as they turn to look at his door they see it swing open and Mick run out with his sheet wrapped around his waist.
‘Call an ambulance, now!’ he yelled before he ran back into the room.
Tommy was the first get over the initial shock of seeing the old man shirtless for the first time, quickly jumping from his seat and hurrying to the kitchen to the phone where he immediately called 9-1-1.
‘What happened?!’ Nikki asked as he and Vince stood up and ran into Mick’s forbidden room.
The guitarist was now wearing jeans and a shirt, wrapping (Y/N)’s unconscious and naked body.
‘She passed out!’ Mick panicked.
About thirty minutes later they were all in a hospital waiting room, Mick pacing nervously as his bandmates were sitting in the uncomfortable chairs.
‘What is taking so fucking long?’ he grumbled.
‘They are looking over her, what I want to know is what the hell happened. One second everything was fine then it was...this.’ Nikki said.
‘I don’t know what happened, I slid in and she just…’ Mick sighed, not wanting to talk about what he was doing when (Y/N) fainted.
Suddenly one of the doctor’s walked over to them.
‘How is she?’ the guitarist asked anxiously.
‘She is awake and stable but-’
Before the doctor could finish talking Mick was already on his way to (Y/N)’s room.
He burst into the room and saw her sitting up, speaking with a nurse, he ignored that completely and threw his arms around his girlfriend.
‘For fuck’s sake don’t scare me like that again.’ he sighed into her neck.
‘Umm…’ she said awkwardly as she pushed him back.
‘Who are you?’ she asked.
Mick looked at her, ready to tell her off, this wasn’t the time for jokes. He was scared to death just now thinking he had hurt her...or worse.
But when he looked in her eyes saw no signs of teasing or mischief in them, only confusion.
‘Dude.’
He turned and saw Nikki standing in the doorway, looking very sad.
‘Come out here.’ the bassist said.
Mick looked back at (Y/N) and moved back and followed Nikki.
‘What is wrong with her?’
‘The doctor can explain it better.’
Mick looked past Nikki and saw the doctor was approaching.
‘I am sorry sir but it seems the she has transient global amnesia.’ the doctor informed.
‘What in the fuck is that and how did she get it?’
‘Well it’s a short term memory loss that can be caused by...strenuous activities such as...sex.’ the doctor said awkwardly.
Mick looked at him for nearly a whole minute.
‘Are fucking with me right now Doc? Because I will not hesitate to shove your P.H.D up your over educated ass.’ he threatened.
‘I am not “fucking with you” Mr. Mars. It isn’t that uncommon.’
‘You are telling me sex gave my girlfriend fucking amnesia?’
‘I am very sorry, but I am glad to inform you that there has never been a permanent case of transient global amnesia. Her memories will return, so long as she has the time to rest.’ the doctor informed.
Mick turned and looked back into the room where (Y/N) was looking out at them.
‘How much does she remember?’
‘We have yet to determine for sure but it seems her last memory involve her working at a bar on the sunset strip.’
Mick let out a frustrated sigh.
‘Before she fucking met me.’ he groaned as he covered his face with his hands and leaned against a wall.
‘What do we do til then, she doesn’t have any family in LA, and do you think she will want to stay with us now that we are strangers?’ Tommy asked.
‘What choice does she have, she doesn’t have anywhere else to stay.’ Mick said as he kept his eyes on her.
‘How long are you gonna keep her?’ he asked.
‘Overnight to make nothing else is going on.’ was the answer the doctor gave him.
‘You idiots go home, move my things into Tommy’s room and get me a air mattress. I will wait here for (Y/N) to get released.’ the old man said tiredly.
‘My room?’ Tommy whined.
The guitarist didn’t say anything, but the look he fixed the drummer was enough to shut him up.
‘I’m going to have the nurse check on her every hour or so, it’s best to monitor her condition in the first few hours. You may speak with herm it could trigger her memory any quicker.’ the doctor suggested before he left to take care other patients.
‘Man this sucks, sex amnesia.’ Vince sighed looking at (Y/N) who was getting her blood pressure taken.
‘Yeah, it’s a shitty thing to happen, and God knows it shouldn’t have happened to her.’ Nikki agreed.
‘You okay Mick?’ Tommy asked.
‘My girlfriend doesn’t know my fucking name...of course I’m not okay. Just go get the house ready.’ he snarled before he went back into the room.
In all honesty he knew he had been way too harsh just now, especially since he knew they were all just checking on him, but dammit he was angry. He needed to let out some of the aggression before he went back in there with (Y/N).
‘Hey.’ he greeted.
She looked at him warily, taking in his look for (in her current state of mind) the first time. Her traveled over his body curiously before landing on his face.
The nurse quickly finished writing on her clipboard and scurried out of the room.
‘Hello, the nurse said you brought me here...c-could you explain why I didn’t have any clothes?’ she asked nervously.
‘The doctors didn’t tell you?’ Mick asked.
‘Memory loss, didn’t say how I got it...at least I don’t remember him saying.’ she said.
‘Well he’s piece of shit for leaving this up to me.’ he grumbled as took a seat at the foot of hospital bed.
‘You apparently lost your memory of over five months at least.’
‘But how, I don’t feel like I was injured or anything.’ she questioned.
Mick looked away and inwardly cursed the doctor with every disease he knew of.
‘No, it wasn’t an injury...it was sex.’ he mumbled.
‘Sex?’ she gasped.
‘Yeah.’
‘With fucking who?! I’ve been single for almost two fucking years!’ she said angrily before a horrified look crossed over her face.
‘Oh my God...was I-’
‘No! No, no, not that at all.’ Mick immediately assured, figuring out what she was she thinking.
She let out a very relieved sigh.
‘Then if it wasn’t that, who was I having sex with?’
‘...Me.’
There was a long moment of silence and with each second the guitarist wanted more and more for the world to just swallow him.
‘You?’
He nodded, still refusing to look, almost afraid to see whatever look was on her face right now.
‘Are we...dating?’
‘Yeah.’
‘For how long?’ she asked as she sat up a bit more, giving him her full attention.
‘Almost four months.’ was his answer.
‘I’m sorry...for forgetting, I don’t even know your name.’ she said apologetically.
‘No, it’s not your fault.’ Mick assured.
Another long and awkward silence fell over them and this time Mick decided to break it.
‘My name is Mick, by the way.’ he introduced.
‘Mick? Mick...I like that name.’
He couldn’t help but smile at that, she had said that the first time they had met too.
‘Can you tell me more about us, our relationship?’ she asked.
He finally looked at her and was happy for her not looking at him in disgust. Mick was sure she would take a look at him and not believe him at all, hell he barely believed it. So seeing her looking at him with curiosity was more than he had hoped for.
They spent the night talking about their past that she had forgotten.
Mick was in the middle of telling her about the first time she went to one of their concerts when he felt her head rest on his shoulder.
She had dozed off.
He moved her so she was laying back on the mattress and pulled the thin comforter over her.
‘Its alright sweetheart, I’ll make you fall in love with me all over again.’