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(I wrote this ironically at 6am (like yesterday??) with 0 sleep)
Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee
Words: 909 wiuh
Summary: Nikki's crushing on Tommy HARD. He can't be mad anymore when Tommy comes to join him in waiting to start recording at the studio
Warning for lots of fluff grr
Bleached lights backstage drowned out any colors. Nikki slumped over his bass, listlessly and loosely plucking it. Staring ahead, he buried any odd note in his head. The white-ish yellow walls stared back at him. He wiped the sweat from his brow, pushing the instrument on the couch. Tommy walked in with a couple fast food drinks.
He sat beside Nikki. Muffled drums erupted from down the hall. Tommy handed him his drink, which Nikki hesitantly took, setting his jaw on his palm and his elbow on his leg.
โWhat are you doing?โ Tommy asked, almost cooing before taking a sip of his drink.
Or was that cooing just in Nikkiโs head? Nikki sighed, labored. โNothing.โ He shrugged. Tommy rustled around in a plastic shopping bag which was slung over his arm. Nikki glanced, squinting. โWas that there when he first came in?โ He asked himself, his brain burning a bit as no images gathered in his memory. He brushed his hair from his face, only for it to slide back. He frowned.
โHere.โ Tommy laid a pack of hard candies in his lap.
โIs this about yesterday?โ Nikki muttered.
โYesterday? What happened yesterday?โ Tommy blanked out.
Nikki bit his lip, pinching his nose bridge. He remembered the lights, sweltering shades of magenta, royal blue, red. โChicks are trouble.โ heโd told himself. Tommy brought a girl off the stage. She wore so much lace it could climb to her cheekbones. Tommy waved around a slim stack of cash with more enthusiasm than heโd ever had for Nikki, who furrowed his brows. His insides coiled.
But a hole caved in his chest, deeper. He looked away, wondering if Tommy really did remember. Heโd be a liar if he said it didnโt hurt.
โWhat happened yesterday?โ Tommy shrugged.
โYou..-โ Nikki felt like he was going crazy. He stopped himself, clicking his tongue.
โYou got so fucking drunk, bro.โ Tommy weakly laughed, popping open the packet, โYou literally collapsed on the table and wouldnโt get up.โ
โFuck you.โ Nikki grumbled.
Tommyโs eyes ping-ponged to him before he wrangled out a handful of chocolate candy. He eased Nikkiโs hand open, siding them in his palm. They clicked softly. Nikkiโs tense hand loosened at Tommyโs touch, warmth flurrying under Tommyโs fingertips. He bit back smiling.
โIโm gonna be frank, dude, I have no idea what you like or donโt like cause I donโt remember but uh, yeah, enjoy.โ
โThanks.โ Nikki replied briefly before popping a candy in his mouth, โIโd prefer them in a Jacuzzi.โ
Tommy ate a handful. โAnd drop one?โ He joked.
โSomeone would get it out.โ
โWould you still eat it though? Thatโs the question.โ He smirked.
โNo, duh.โ
Tommy laughed. Nikki softened. He opened his hand. Tommy dropped a couple pieces of candy in it. He thought about laying his head on Tommyโs shoulderโit felt like butterflies flooded his heart. He pursed his lips. A guitar wailed from behind the wall.
โWonder who those losers are.โ He, low, remarked.
โWho knows.โ Shrugged Tommy, โYou wanna go bug em?โ
Nikki glanced toward the roof. A water stain soaked above him. โI donโt feel like it.โ He murmured, โIโm exhausted as hell.โ
โDude. I got so drunk last night, I woke up two blocks down and I was stumbling around all morning completely lost!โ Tommy lightheartedly rambled.
โShiiiiit.โ
โRight?โ
โI swear, I had the craziest thoughโwhat would Nikki do?โ He spread his hands in front of him as if gesturing in revelation, his eyes widening while a grin slowly filled his lips.
Nikki smiled.
โI kind of wish you were there with me.โ Continued Tommy, โIt was soo much fun, a couple local guys helped me back though, hitched a ride off em and got some blow! So it all worked out in the end.โ
Nikkiโs eyes glued to Tommyโs lips. He drew back, nodding. Tommy kept talking but his words murked like a stirred up lake floor. โPlay it cool.โ He thought to himself before snapping out of it (halfway) โAm I really fucking thinking about it like some high school crush? This is ridiculous!!โ
โAnd I was like WOAH, you HAVE to see this! Iโll totally take you there after we get this over with.โ
โ.. eh, you just wanna go now?โ Nikki quickly asked.
โFuck yeah! Letโs ditch this piece of shit!โ
Just then, Vince turned the corner, slouching with his hands jammed in his pockets. Mick followed behind, so far off he looked like an ant. Nikki paused. Tommyโs palm warmed him as the two held hands. Tommy perked up, watching Vince like an alert but excited dog while Nikkiโs breathing hitched. Warmth exploded in his head.
His mind raced as he not only asked himself how it happened but if he should stop. Vince opened the door to the side of them, the wind puffing onto the couple like a soft summer breeze. Despite how dingy it was. Mick paid no mind and followed.
โI guess that means weโve gotta wait, huh?โ
โWe can just go now.โ Nikki shrugged before stopping himself as he wondered what the hell he was thinking.
Tommy laughed, shook his head and laughed. Nikki stared at his own reflection in the floor which was slightly distorted. In the corner of his eye he saw Tommyโs fade. Before he could ask himself any big questions, he stood up, thinking of ways he could mask how red in the face he was.
explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like โmaleโ, โfemaleโ, โnonbinaryโ, โmasculineโ, โfeminineโ orย โandrogynousโ.
Crue rant alert can I just talk abt this speaking of the fucking Crue fandom n problems??
Bro wasnโt saying โgo back to ur wheelchair grampsโ he wasnโt saying you canโt be โyoung at heartโ. People have been trying SO HARD to make this about him lk dissing other bands who still dress alt and perform + twisting/deliberately misunderstanding his words to make him look like a hypocrite here
Heโs not saying any of that shit. Heโs talking about mental maturity and artistic evolution bruh. Like literally not trying to be 25 anymore doesnโt mean donโt be alt, lose your sense of humor or do what you do for a fucking job n frown 4ever ๐ญ๐ญ๐
Says a lot about ppl that they think being alt has an age btwโฆ
Like donโt be a 25 y/o frat boy at 60. Be a 60 y/o frat MAN. They wanna say Nikkiโs not following his own advice but have they SEEN a recently interviewww???
Heโs saying let urself age n grow donโt hold urself back esp not artistically. Let urself evolve, donโt stunt yourself trying to be young. Do what you do, love what you love but SIMPLY accept AGING AND LET YOUR DAMN SELF GROW
โRappers only talk about their money, cars, and clothes!โ
Why might someone from a group of people that historically have been denied access to wealth, now brag that they have it?
โRappers only talk about sex!โ
Why might someone from a group that have historically been denied sexual autonomy now brag about their sexual escapades on their own terms?
โRappers only talk about drugs and crime!โ
Why might someone from a group that historically have been denied the more legal means to acquire wealth and had drugs forced on their community talk about their experiences with it?
Pairing: SLAXL!
Words: 759
Summary: Slash unintentionally imagines himself as a soap opera protag while trying to keep himself awake and keep Axl asleep
Warning: Yearning, mild angst
Slash lounged on the couch with a cigarette, staring into oblivion. Blue light touched his features as the tv rambled. A woman with bright eyes, poofy blond hair and a grin big as mt. Everest leaned against a counter. Her black dress hugged her curves. Slashโs eyelids grew heavier. As their voices drowned in his tired mindโhe saw himself in her outfit against that counter.
He slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes. โWhat the fuck..?โ He groaned. She tapped his foot, her face tightening but her eyes still glittering. Slash wished he could flip her off through the camera. He puffed his cigarette, loosely crossing his arms. Smoke huffed from his lips and nose. โWhat time is it?โ He thought, his eyelids starting to sag again.
He blinked, longer and longer. That warm blanket of sleep enveloped him. He slouched more and more untilโthere it was again. He stared back at himself from the tv, grinning woozily. His head bumped Axl. He sat up. The woman went back to normal, fanning herself while sitting on a marble counter top. This time she talked on the phone.
Slash slowly turned to Axl, who snoozed, hugging a pillow to his chest. His red hair strewn about his soft face. His thick eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks which shifted as the TV lighting changed. Slash paused, wondering how long heโd been gawking. Red in the face, he slowly leaned back. The sofa creaked. He went rigid. โOh shit.โ He thought, wringing his fingers.
He plucked the remote off the nightstand, his eyes ricocheting from it, the TV then to Axl over and over. With heavy, shaky hands, he fumbled with the remove. Trumpets and violins boomed as a soldier crouched behind some rocks. Gunfire exploded. He bit his lip, hitting the button. Voices like mosquitoes churned as women line danced and broadway lights erupted. He smashed the button.
Slash. Wanted. To. Die. Axl flipped on his back. Slashโs heart hitched. He raced to hit the button again as an opera singer screeched. With a sharp sigh of relief, he laid back as a guy in a detective suit bumbled down the London street with his hands slipped behind his back. His footsteps duetted with distant traffic. Slash jumpedโa pigeon squeaked. He slammed the button.
โWhat the hell are you doing?โ Axl moaned.
โSorry..โ Slash peeped, changing the channel back to the soap opera.
Axl grunted, readjusting. The pillow fell. Slash picked it up. He wondered if he should readjust it. His heart plummeted, leaving a hole in his chest. He sighed, held his breath then with heavy hands wedged it back beside Axl. โWhy are you staring??โ He thought to himself before he realized he was looking over how well Axlโs shirt settled on his curves.
He drew back, fidgeting before setting back in front of the TV. A couple glances back at Axl, who was fine. A brunette smacked the blond in the face with a white leather studded purse. She toppled, screaming, hold out her hand in front of her. The other woman spat venomโthen a man jogged in. He knelt after pushing the brunette bitch back. Her actress held her mouth like she was trying not to laugh.
She sauntered off in her leopard dress. Her heels clicked before the camera clicked back to the two. The sparkly eyed blond gazed up at her lover. Slash found himself wringing his fingers again as his throat tightened.
He felt like an idiot. Here he sat imagining himself as a fucking soap opera protagonist at probably 4 in the morning. โWhy?โ He asked himself, his face scattering as he grew more dumbfounded. He scratched the nape of his neck lightly, gulping. Axl tossed his legs on Slashโs lap. Slash blushed harder. He glimpsed at the tv.
The girl and guy kissed in their wedding clothes on a dull sandy beach in front of shimmering navy waters.
โCould it ever be us?โ Slash asked himself before wondering now why he did.
He pressed his face in his hands. He felt like a total waste. โIt just canโt be like thatโ He thought, โIโd never be his type, Iโm not good enough for him.โ The thoughts weighed on him like bricks. He wilted in posture, staring at his feet as a slow, lovey-dovey pop song hummed. The credits rolled. He crushed his cigarette between his fingers. His heart wrenched.
โWhoever she is, sheโll be lucky.โ He thought to himself, โAt least I have the pleasure of knowing you.โ
