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marvelobsessed134 · 9 months

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can you write a hot smut of current day Nikki

Where the reader is Tommy Lee's daughter

And she has a crush on Nikki

She keeps trying to find a way to get with Nikki without Tommy knowing about it

One day Nikki comes over to visit Tommy

The reader and Nikki eyeing each other when Tommy isn't looking

Nikki ends up staying the night when Tommy goes out on a date with Brittany

The reader and Nikki go up to the bedroom and get it on

Sneaking around

Pairings: Current!Nikki Sixx x Fem!reader

A/n: random note I feel like Brittany would be such a fun step mom lol

Warnings: smut, age gap (reader is 22 and Nikki is 63), daddy kink, rough sex, squirting, and I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: you try to find ways to get with your dads best friend.

Nikki Sixx.

That’s who you’ve always had a crush on. Your dads best friend. He’s so much older than you, but so much wiser. And he’s so sexy. The way he plays his bass gets you going.

But he’s your dads best friend. It’s forbidden. However you’re always trying to find ways to get with him. Unfortunately it hasn’t been successful since the only time Nikki’s around is when he’s hanging around your dad or step mom.

Like today, where he came over to talk about the tour the bands going to be embarking on. You’re sitting in the living room with the tv off as you purposefully eavesdrop on their conversation. You just love the sound of the bassist’s voice. Then, you got thirsty so you walked into the kitchen/dining room where Tommy and Nikki were talking.

You went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and looked over at Nikki. Your dad was distracted by a TikTok-ever the man child (in a good way of course)-the raven haired man was looking at you. You didn’t miss the way his dark green eyes looked you up and down. You were only wearing shorts and tight tank top. But he looks away as soon as the drummer looks up from his phone.

~time skip~

Nikki decides to stay the night and keep you company while Tommy and Brittany go on a date. They won’t be back till the morning doing god knows what.

So, you find yourself sitting on the couch next to Nikki watching a random action movie that you don’t even know what’s going on because you’re too busy thinking about the fact that you’re alone with the bassist.

Suddenly you felt his calloused fingers on your thigh before slowly moving upwards. You stiffened, not knowing what to do now that you’re in this situation. Nikki leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Finally I’ve got you all alone.”

You shivered at that, your pussy throbbing. You could feel him breathing down your neck, causing goosebumps to arise. “Tell me you want this too. Tell me you want this as much as I do.” The older man rasped.

You gulped and said a meek little, “Yes.” And so, he grabbed your face and kissed you passionately. You turned towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck as his large hands went to your waist.

“Mmm lay down babygirl.” You did as he said, pulled your shirt off in the process revealing the fact you weren’t wearing a bra. He immediately went to massage your breasts, being absolutely entranced by them.

“Fuck baby.” He twister a nipple between his fingers. You let out a soft sigh as you arched your back. The bassist slid his hands down your torso before reaching your shorts and unbuttoning them, slowly pulling down the zipper.

After he pulled them off, he noticed the very obvious wet patch on your panties. He smirked. It was a dangerous look, especially paired with his black hair and goatee, and the dark look in his eyes. It made you a little nervous. But all that went away when he started kissing the inside of your thighs and slowly pulling down your underwear.

Blowing his hot breath onto your pussy, making your brain short circuit.

“I know what you want baby. What do we say?” His tone was teasing.

“Please. Please daddy.” And fuck if that didn’t turn him on…

He dived in and ate you out like he was a starving animal. You gripped his hair as you cried and moaned, squirming when he started sucking on your clit.

“Oh!!!!” You screamed. The pleasure was overwhelming and you felt like you were about to pass out. Nikki continued his assault before you squirted all over his face.

“Holy fuck!” He shouted. You gasped as you tried to regain your breath.

You tugged on his shirt and he pulled it over his head revealing his beautifully tattooed torso. Fuck, all of his tattoos are hot.

You ran your hands over them as he unbuckled his belt. Then the older man lined his cock up to your entrance and pushed into you tight, wet hole.

“Mmm Nikki…” you moaned, clutching onto his shoulders.

“That’s not my name baby.”

“Daddy.” You corrected yourself and he rewarded you by a kiss on the lips. Then he began to thrust into you with a such force that if you weren’t holding onto him for dear life you’d have fallen off the couch.

“Good girl.” The bassist groaned. The two of you were moaning like crazy.

“Fuck, what would your parents think if they saw this. If they saw their sweet daughter getting pounded by her dads best friend like the slut she is.” Nikki yelled.

“I-I don’t know- ah!” You squealed in pleasure when you clenched around him and squirted around his cock once again.

Suddenly Nikki pulled out of you and jerked himself till he finished on your stomach.

He flopped onto the couch and said, “Come on, let’s get in the shower for round two.”

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robocoplesb · 8 months

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YOU'RE THE GIRL THAT I WANT, nikki sixx. [ 03 ]

warnings: reader drinking, reader smoking, nicknames, female rivalry?, mention of using drugs, reader drunked.

author's note: i ask that you be patient with me when it comes to posting and requests. i'm going through a difficult time, but i'll try to stay active. good read, kisses<3

NIKKI SIXX (bassist): “we get closer after that, but no one knew that except us. only when vince and mick had already returned home, and tommy had gone out to buy something for us to drink or use, or even when he passed out drunk on the couch. those were the only moments i talked to her properly."

★

nikki sat next to you, the wave of cold coming from the floor of the porch step passing through his body. the wind that beat against you was light, but freezing. He looked at you in a mixture of surprise and confusion, staring at your shoulders covered only by the thin strap of your tank top and how his body didn't shiver even an inch from the cold.

"— looks like you're going to sleep here, kitten”

you quickly turned back to see your brother sprawled out on the couch, laughing at the thought that with a little push he could fall to the ground.

“— what did he take?" — you asked.

“— i don't know, but i think i want to take it too.”

you both laughed softly before silence fell over you. not that you minded, you just took another drag of your cigarette and continued looking at the empty street in front of nikki's porch. with him, it was different. not that he generally cared what people thought of him, but he wanted you to like him, not only as the bass player in your brother's garage band, so every time it was just the two of you, he approached and tried to get your attention. you two talked a lot about music, even if your favorite artists didn't look much alike, he discovered that you were an eclectic person, that was a little into the heavy and hard rock after spending nights discovering bands with your brother.

he would never admit that a lot of what you said in these conversations may have influenced just a little what he wanted to do with the band, but he thought that even if you were a girl, you knew what you were talking about. he also left some flirtations in the middle of conversations, which you laughed and ignored, taking as a joke.

but when nikki sees you like this, cigarette between your lips, green and yellow street lights illuminating your skin and no trace of you going to continue the conversation on your face, he feels pressured. pressured to do it himself. because, besides the fact that he simply wants some validation from you, he thinks he can't bear to keep staring at you like that, even though it's a pleasant sight.

“— so... it's a good name, right? ‘mötley crüe’..” — he started, trying to bring up a random topic. in this case, the name of the band, which had been decided today.

“— it's fucking good. i've never seen a name like that before. mick is definitely a being of light sent to guide you, because i swear i would never let my brother play in a band called christmas.” — you laughed, remembering the stupid name Nikki had considered earlier.

“— it wasn’t ‘christmas’. and it was a social critique, lee!” — he said defensively.

“— it's still pretty bad, cutie.” — you smiled when you saw him chuckling with the nickname. “— but seriously, it's original. no way of a band ‘mötley crüe’ not be successful. the syllables sound like fame. m-o-t-l-e-y-c-r-u-e. see it?”

he knew it was a joke, but he saw sense in what you said. he thought it was cute how you believed in the band. you went with them to look for vince, you watched all the rehearsals and sometimes nikki even let you take a look at the lyrics and give some suggestions for the songs. you were actually following them like a fifth member of the band, and he knew it was because of tommy. the first thing he noticed, you would do anything for your brother, but you would never admit it.

“— really, you're pretty good. the only thing i would change is the vocalist whore girlfriend-”

nikki held back a hysterical laugh. he didn't totally hate vince's girlfriend. of course, she was petty and liked to spend her time putting the rest of the band down to highlight vince, but damn, she was hot. unlike you, who hated her with all your strength. you've lost count of how many times you've held yourself back from hitting her in the face, but you know it was a lot. usually, when vince brought her to watch rehearsals, you hid in the kitchen and drank while listening to the muffled music. well, you had a mutual hatred.

“— ah, she's not that bad-”

“— she literally tried to fuck tommy last week!”

“— wow, he's a lucky man.." — he laughed as your hand hit his shoulder, scolding him.

“— god, men are so desperate” — you sighed as you threw your cigarette on the floor before squeezing it under your shoe, putting it out.

“— you will really deny she's pretty?”

you blushed at the question. “— you are really saying you wanna fuck the daddy's girl who says you're not good enough for her boyfriend, who is literally on the same page as you?”

“— jealous, kitten?” — he asked you with a mischievous smile.

you rolled your eyes. “— for the guy who would even fuck a mannequin as long as it had a pair of legs?” — you said as you stood up and walked to the kitchen. nikki passed the room before following you, taking something from his backpack.

when he caught up with you in the kitchen, you were mixing vodka with liquor, two things he had no idea were in his fridge. you noticed he kept both hands suspiciously behind his back as he waited for you to finish your drink.

you drop the two bottles on the table and bring the glass to your lips, swallowing the bitter taste of alcohol with ease.

“— what you got there?”

he laughed and walked to the table, facing you. he leaves a small package on the table and looks at you smiling.

“— for you, gold dust woman.” — you rolled your eyes at the nickname (that you didn't understand, but he didn't interfere, because besides being a good song, you knew that asking him to stop would only lead nikki to call you that as if it were your name) and offered him the glass. he took a sip as he watched you unwrap the wrapping.

you ran your fingers over the plastic, automatically recognizing the cd titles just by the covers. you smiled, wondering why nikki sixx, of all people, would be giving this to you. you quickly realized that he was probably sticking to what you said in your conversations, or it was too much of a coincidence that he chose your two favorite albums. you looked at him with a smug smile on your face.

“— you bought this for me, bassist?”

yes, he did.

“— no.” — he answered quickly. “— my...huh...i went to a friend's house and he said he would donate some things. i brought these for you. it's your favorites, right?”

you thought it was cute how he bothered to lie even when the cds looked untouched for how new they were and had the store sticker on the back.

“— yes, they are.” — you smiled genuinely. It took you a while to consider nikki a nice guy. at first, you thought he was nothing but talented and desperate for a job. after a few early mornings like this, you liked him. not like tommy, who sometimes acted like he was a god, but definitely liked him.

you soon understood why you allowed yourself to get closer to him. he was the first person who seemed to care. you didn't loved music because your brother was into it, and he was the first one who noticed it. he was the first to hear you monologuing about records and artists and didn't take it as some passing interest.

★

you felt your back hit the soft mattress, automatically relaxing onto the bed . nikki, who carried you bridal style to the bed, dropped your gift on the side dresser and looked at you again.

“— comfortable, kitten? want another pillow?”

“— noo...ah, this bed feels like heaven.” — you moaned at the pleasure of your muscles relaxing as you stretched out on the bed, truly looking like a kitten.

your drunken voice was obvious. you drank that entire glass while babbling random things to nikki, hearing him agree with everything while laughing. he thought you had enough after you almost fell over while hugging him, thanking him for the gift for probably the fifth time that night

he nodded and turned, showing that he was going to leave the room. that's when he felt your hand grab his wrist, feeling your long nails gently scratching the spot. you pulled lightly, making him involuntarily take a step closer to the bed.

“— where are you going?” — you whined.

“— to sleep. i’ll stay on the couch with tommy.” — he smirked and tried to move away again, being stopped by an even stronger pull on his wrist, this time making him fall on the bed.

“— tommy is like, aaaaaall sprawled out on the couch, you'll never be able to squeeze in there with him.” — you said slurred, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“— is this your excuse for not saying you want me to sleep with you, princess?” — he said while stroking his own shoulder that had hit the bed too hard.

you laughed and blushed. i mean, nikki is pretty sure he saw you blush. his cheeks already had a pinker tone than normal because of the drink, but he's sure it got a little stronger.

he wished he had gotten closer. he could only faintly smell the drink. he wished he could smell you. he wished he had run his fingers through the curves in the length of your hair. he wanted to touch his lips to your face. he didn't understand why, but in that moment, the first time he felt comfortable with the silence between you, he wanted to touch you.

but he didn't.

he watched the way you slowly accepted the sleep. his eyes closing as he listened to your murmurs getting quieter and quieter. you were even more beautiful when you slept. he’s never seen you so relaxed before. is angelic, delicate, untouchable.

and when he thinks he's falling asleep, sad because he'll only be able to see you when he wakes up, it's you he dreams of.

“ i need an easy friend

i do, with an ear to lend

i do, think you fit this shoe

i do, but you have a clue.”

— about a girl, nirvana.

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 6 months

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The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: Alcohol, language

Previous Chapter

Chapter 3- The Flour Incident

After collecting a sixpack of beer and a bottle of Jack Daniels from the bar, you went to the dressing room backstage while the guys finished their final song.

You put the alcohol on the table in the middle of the room before sitting down on one of the chairs in front of the large mirror and took in the now dry blood on your chin from the split lip.

Damn, that big man could pack a punch.

Grabbing a few tissues from the bench, you leant forward towards the mirror and began wiping away the blood before Vince could see. Your brother would lose his shit if he saw it. He nearly did earlier and now he would probably still be pumped up from the show and you didn’t want him to do anything stupid.

Suddenly, the door to the dressing room opened and loud cheering and clapping reached your ears before fading out as the door closed again and Nikki walked inside holding his bass.

"You good?" He asked, pausing by the door when he saw you wiping away the blood.

"Why do you care?" You asked back because it wasn't like Nikki had tried to hide the fact that he didn't like you very much.

"I don't."

Yeah, you should have seen that coming.

You turned back to the mirror and continued wiping away the blood. Nikki didn't say anything further and made his way across the room dumping his bass on the couch before appearing behind you and meeting your gaze through the mirror.

"Hold this against it. It'll reduce the swelling." He explained, handing you one of the cold beer bottles. "Thanks for the drinks."

You simply nodded taking the bottle before Nikki walked across the room and collapsed on the couch cracking open the Jack Daniels and taking a large drink.

Nikki Sixx confused you.

He was very standoffish and acted as if he didn't like you, but then would do and say something half nice like that. Did he hate you or not? You had no idea.

A few minutes later Mick, Tommy and Vince came into the dressing room. The latter two laughing and chatting excitedly while Mick made a beeline for the alcohol on the table having noticed it instantly.

"You guys rocked it out there!" You called out over your shoulders.

"It was totally insane!" Tommy agreed with a huge grin, but that grin quickly faded when he saw you holding the bottle against your lip. "Shit. Are you okay?"

"I've had worse."

It was true.

Tommy and Vince both knew it was true. They had seen it and witnessed the aftermath. But your words provided no reassurance because Vince looked ready to march outside and find the man that punched you.

Vince had always been the protective big brother. He had started too many fights to count with people because of something they had said or done to you. He even put his own friend in hospital for being mean to you at school.

“Vin, it’s fine."

"It's not fine. Nothing about what happened earlier was fine." Vince responded, his anger starting to come back out.

Tommy walked over to you and pinched your chin with his thumb and index finger tilting your head up so he could inspect the damage himself.

He leant down getting closer until his face was inches away from yours. His beautiful hazel eyes focused looking at the cut and you could feel the tips of your ears turning pink at the attention and hoped like hell that your hair was covering it.

"It's probably gonna sting like a bitch for a while, but she's okay, man." Tommy reassured looking back over at Vince noticing his anger too.

Tommy was no stranger to Vince’s protectiveness when it came to you. He had been at school during all the fights. He had even helped Vince a couple times too.

He lowered his hand from your face, and you fought the urge to lean forward and follow it, missing the warm gentle touch.

Jesus, y/n, get a grip of yourself.

Vince looked back over at you, and you gave him a small encouraging smile which was enough to make him relax, and you mentally sighed with relief.

This was their first show, he should be happy and not worrying about his sister.

"The crowd fucking loved you guys. I bet there will be even more people tomorrow night." You continued to say going back to the topic from earlier.

Vinces eyes lit up at your words, "you think so?"

"I know so!"

And you were right.

By the end of the show, they had managed to convert the entire crowd into fans. The fans then told their friends and word soon spread about this new band and even more people came to see Mötley Crüe the next night.

With each new gig, the stage setup looked better and better. Mick had bought a dozen lights he stole from his old band and put them up. There was a dirty white bedsheet that was stripped from Tommys bed and spraypainted with 'MÖTLEY CRÜE' on it in big black letters. Inspired by Queen, Tommy and Vince built a three-tiered drum riser consisting of a frame of two-by-fours painted white with stretched black cloth covering it and mounted with 15 flashing lights and skulls and drumsticks.

The guys were having the time of their lives performing at clubs along the Sunset Strip. The crowds only grew with each show and with the crowds came bigger parties at the Mötley House. And with bigger parties came girls. So many girls.

You had to ban Vince from bringing girls into your shared bedroom due to the number of times you’ve walked in on him having sex. Hell, you’ve walked in on most of the guys having sex before because apparently the main bathroom was where everyone liked to do it and thought locks were overrated.

Safe to say, privacy in the Mötley House was rare.

You crashed on the couch one night because Vince’s latest fling had decided to stay the night in his bed. And there was no way you were staying in the bedroom with them together.

Tommy had woken up in the middle of the night and found you lying on the couch with your pillow and blanket reading a book.

“Why are you out here?”

Tommy’s voice came out of nowhere and startled you so badly, you dropped the book that you had been so engrossed with. The novel hit the carpet with a thud causing you to wince because it was probably 3 o’clock in the morning and the others were all asleep.

“Sorry.” Tommy chuckled quietly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You lifted your head to find the drummer leaning against the wall watching you curiously. Your eyes raked over his bare chest briefly before forcing yourself to maintain eye contact. The guys were often shirtless in the apartment, at least this time Tommy was wearing a pair of shorts instead of just his underwear.

“You didn’t scare me.” You lied, sitting up on the couch with a stretch. “Vince let his girl sleep over. This couch seemed like a better option than sharing the room with them.”

Tommy nodded in understanding, “our walls are thin. You made a good decision not to sleep in there, I can tell you that much.”

You screwed your face up in disgust causing Tommy to snort in amusement.

“Why are you up?” You asked swiftly changing the topic.

“Got thirsty.”

He turned and walked into the kitchen to grab some water while you picked up your dropped novel and tried to find what page number you had gotten up to. You skimmed over the pages until you found the right part and finished the chapter before bookmarking it.

Tommy was still in the kitchen holding a glass of water while going through cupboard after cupboard searching for something.

“We don’t have much food.” You pointed out joining him in the kitchen. “What do you want?”

“Something edible.” He answered holding up a half-eaten bag of potato crisps with a questioning expression.

“I wouldn’t eat that.”

Tommy frowned in confusion before you snatched the bag from his grasp and poured its contents onto the countertop. The remaining crisps fell out the packet along with three large cockroaches that Tommy quickly squished with the bottom of his glass.

“Right. Don’t leave food open. I remember now.” He sighed, staring at the dead bugs.

You turned away and began going through the cupboard mentally taking note of the limited food that had been sealed in bug proof containers.

“I can make cookies?” You suggested, glancing back at Tommy.

“What? Dude, it’s like three in the fucking morning.”

“So?”

Tommy held your gaze for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.

“Fuck it, let’s bake.”

“My stepmother used to have this three-ingredient sugar cookie recipe. We have sugar and flour. Do we have butter?”

Tommy pulled the fridge door open and winced as the beer bottles inside clattered against each other loudly, the noise echoing through the quiet apartment. There was only a few old takeout boxes and various sauce bottles inside which honestly, was more than what was usually in the fridge.

Mötley weren’t making a lot of money. And the money the guys did get went straight to alcohol, so you’d end up buying food out of your paycheck each fortnight from the diner, but it never lasted.

“Here it is.” Tommy said, pulling a tub of butter out from behind one of the takeout boxes.

“Are you guys drinking in here?” Nikki’s voice suddenly called out.

You glanced over your shoulder to find the bassist appearing from the corridor after having heard the beer bottles in the fridge like they were his own personal alarm clock.

“Nope. We’re baking.” Tommy answered, holding up the butter happily. “Y/N can cook apparently.”

Nikki raised his eyebrow, “I doubt that.”

You flipped him off while rinsing a large bowl under the sink because you had no idea how long it had been since the bowl was used and you were almost certain you had seen a mouse in that cupboard the other day.

Better safe than sorry.

You measured out the correct amounts of sugar and butter, adding the ingredients to the bowl while Tommy and Nikki both watched.

“We need two cups of flour.” You instructed, tossing Tommy a measuring cup. “Sixx, make yourself useful and start beating the sugar and butter together.”

You half expected Nikki to protest, but to your own surprise he walked over and grabbed the bowl without question and started to mix the ingredients together. While the guys were busy you began to get a baking tray ready, but once Tommy added the flour to the bowl, all hell broke loose.

“Dude, you’re getting flour everywhere!” Tommy stepped back while Nikki spilt flour from the bowl.

The kitchen counter was now white along with Tommy’s bare chest making it look like he had just done a line of coke and spilt it on himself.

“She told me to mix it.” Nikki said defensively.

“I didn’t say spill it everywhere though.” You commented, appearing beside him as you stared down at the half-mixed bowl and mess of flour. “You guys are worse than Vince in the kitchen.”

Nikki suddenly let go of the bowl and placed his hand on the counter before swiping the spilt flour towards you. The entire front of your tank top was covered instantly as you jumped back crashing into Tommy. The two of you toppled to the floor of the kitchen in fits of laughter.

“Are you good?” Tommy asked trying to get his laughter under control but when he saw how much flour Nikki had flung at you, he burst out laughing all over again.

“You guys are children.” You chuckled unable to stop yourself from laughing as you looked up at Nikki to find him fighting back his own laughter. “And you are a dead man.”

Nikki snorted, “what are you going to do about it?”

You untangled yourself from Tommy and jumped to your feet grabbing the measuring cup off the bench before scooping it into the bag of flour. You turned back to Nikki and held it up with a small smirk.

“Don’t even fucking think about it.” He warned, holding his hand up towards you while taking a hesitant step back.

“What’s the matter? You scared, Sixx?”

Tommy was laughing from the floor of the kitchen behind you as you took a step towards the bassist who instantly took two steps back eyeing you cautiously.

“Princess. Don’t do it.”

“What are you going to do about it?” You mocked, mimicking his words before you threw the contents of the cup of flour at him.

“Holy shit!” Tommy exclaimed not expecting you to actually do it.

A cloud of flour was now floating in the air between you and Nikki as you lowered the empty cup back onto the countertop. The flour in the air settled revealing a rather pissed off looking bassist standing there with his arms folded across his chest and hair now as white as a ghost.

“That’s not a good colour on you, Sixx.” You teased staring at all the fluffy flour that stood out in his mop of thick black hair.

“You are so going to regret this.”

Yeah, you definitely just started a war that you couldn’t win.

“Worth it.” You grinned before rushing over to Tommy who just got to his feet, and you hid behind him.

Nikki glared at you, “that’s cheating. You can’t use him as a human shield.”

“Like hell I can’t.” You responded, grabbing Tommy’s shoulders to keep him position between you and Nikki.

Suddenly Tommy spun around and grabbed you by the waist causing you to let out a surprised squeal as he practically held you against his chest.

“Nikki, quick. Get her!”

“You traitor!” You gasped dramatically causing Tommy to laugh while you tried to wriggle free from his hold, but his arms only tightened around your waist in response. There was no getting out of his grip.

Nikki rushed across the kitchen and leant over shaking his head causing the flour to fall from his hair onto you and Tommy.

“I hate you both so much right now.”

“Nah, you love us. I can tell.” Tommy responded and you could practically hear the smile behind his voice.

Eventually, Nikki stopped and stepped back as Tommy released his hold on you and you quickly jumped away from them holding your hands out defensively.

“Truce?” You asked, glancing between them.

Nikki and Tommy exchanged a quick look before nodding in agreement.

Tommy’s hair was now stained white from the flour matching Nikki’s, and you knew your own y/h/c hair was covered in fluffy white flour too.

The three of you would look so ridiculous right now.

“What’s the next step? I’m starving.” Tommy said turning his attention back to the bowl of cookie mixture.

You eyed Nikki cautiously not entirely trusting him not to continue the flour war and he must have noticed because he let out a small chuckle and raised his hands in surrender.

“You’re safe now, princess. I promise.”

You squinted your eyes at him sceptically before nodding. “Roll the mixture into small balls and then roll them in sugar. And then flatten them with a glass or something.”

“Whoa. Whoa. That was way too many instructions.” Tommy responded, looking over at you. “Step one?”

You smiled before walking over and showing them what to do and before you knew it, the three of you were rolling the cookies in sugar and placing them on the baking tray.

“Flattening them with a glass was the next step?” Nikki asked, reaching for the glass that was already on the countertop.

“Not that glass!” You practically shouted causing the bassist to flinch at your sudden raised voice.

Tommy looked over in confusion before he saw what glass Nikki had grabbed and he started to laugh.

“I killed like three roaches with that glass, dude.”

Nikki screwed his face up in disgust before dropping the glass while you retrieved a clean one and handed it to him.

15 minutes later, the three of you were sitting on the couch across the room. Tommy and Nikki were still shirtless and covered in flour and although you had switched out of your own flour covered tank top for a clean one, your hair was still covered.

You had gone back to reading on the couch with your legs draped over both Tommy and Nikkis laps.

“What the fuck happened in here?”

You looked up to find a tired looking Vince standing in the doorway staring at the three of you on the couch covered in flour.

“We made cookies.” Tommy simply answered.

“Are you sure about that?” Vince asked taking in the mess of flour all over the kitchen. “Did a flour bomb go off or something?”

“Or something.” Nikki snorted.

“I taught them how to make sugar cookies.” You explained.

Vince walked over to the oven and looked inside before snickering. “I don’t think you did.”

“What?” You asked jumping to your feet and rushing into the kitchen.

“It’s more like one giant cookie.” Your brother responded pointing to the oven door in clear amusement.

You grabbed an oven mitt as Nikki and Tommy entered the kitchen watching you pull the baking tray out to find that Vince was correct. All the cookies had spread out while in the oven and had merged together creating one big cookie.

“I knew she couldn’t cook.” Nikki chuckled.

You elbowed the bassist in the stomach playfully causing him to laugh even more as Tommy broke a corner of the giant cookie off and shoved it in his mouth.

“It just came out the oven.” You warned the exact same moment Tommy spat the hot piece of cookie out his mouth back onto the tray. “Eww. That’s gross.”

“I’d still eat it.” Nikki answered unphased.

“Same. We got fuck all else to eat in this house.” Vince agreed glancing between the three of you. “Seriously though, how did you get flour everywhere?”

You looked between Nikki and Tommy, and the three of you burst out laughing.

Mötley Crüe continued to pull crowds larger than any club along the Sunset Strip could accommodate. Lines of fans would stretch hundreds of metres down the street filled with people waiting and hoping to get inside to see the guys performing live.

Mötley Crüe were selling out show after show, but no label would sign them.

Until Electra Records entered the story and Doc, the bands new manager.

Then everything changed for the better... and also for the worst.

And with that, Motley Crue were moving from the Whiskey to the stadiums.

Their first BIG show was during the US Festival where Ozzy Osbourne, Judas Priest, Scorpions and even Van Halen were performing in front of 300,000 people, and so were Mötley Crüe.

You feared that most the crowd wouldn't know who they were and would hate them because they were impatiently waiting for Ozzy or Van Halen. But you didn't dare speak your thoughts aloud. The guys were shitting themselves enough as it was.

"Sit still. I'm gonna smudge your makeup." You warned, sitting on the bench in front of Tommy as he sat in his seat bouncing his knee nervously.

"Sorry. I can't help it." He admitted anxiously.

"You guys will do great. I know you will. Don't be nervous." You reassured, although you knew your words weren't going to help.

This was huge. Hell, you were nervous for them, and you weren't even going to be on the stage.

Nikki was nervously pacing Tommy's dressing room. Vince and Mick were in their own rooms getting ready or, well, you were pretty sure you knew what Vince was doing in his dressing room. He kicked you out a few minutes ago when Tom's girlfriend walked in, but you were trying very hard not to think about that.

The guys all decided to up the glam aspect of their outfits for the show. They were wearing leather studded clothes, tight red pants for Tommy and tight black pants for Nikki along with a spiky shoulder pad on his right shoulder that was a bold fashion move, but you liked it.

"You should have warpaint too." Nikki called out from across the room.

You finished touching up Tommy's eyeliner before pulling away and glancing over at Nikki who was still anxiously pacing the far end of the room.

"That'd be so fucking cool. Y/N, can you do it?" Tommy asked, looking from Nikki back to you.

You nodded and grabbed the makeup utensil again as your eyes scanned his beautiful face before you glanced over his shoulder at Nikki to see his warpaint.

"Sixx, look at me for a minute."

Nikki stopped pacing and tilted his head in your direction, and you were waiting for some witty sarcastic comment, but he said nothing, and you knew he must be super nervous if he wasn't saying anything.

You took in his two signature strips before nodding and turning your attention back to Tommy. He couldn't have the same thing as Nikki. That was Nikki's look. Tommy needed his own and also, the fans needed something to tell the two of them apart because if you hadn't known Tommy for a few years, you'd probably get them confused from a distance with their matching long scruffy black hair.

"I got an idea." You announced, jumping off the bench you had been sitting on in front of Tommy. You stepping up until you were practically leaning over him before cupping the side of his face and turning his head towards you.

Tommy remained uncharacteristically quiet, his body a little stiff at the close proximity, but he didn't tell you to stop, so you began to paint similar but different warpaint stripes on his face.

Nikki got curious and was now leaning over your shoulder watching as you painted two black stripes on Tommy's right cheek bone carefully. Your hand trembled a little and you weren’t sure if it was due to nerves about the show or him watching you, but you managed to paint the stripes perfectly.

Lowering your hand from Tommys face you took a step back to take in your work before glancing over at Nikki with raised eyebrows and he nodded in approval before Tommy turned to face the mirror.

"That looks so fucking rad, dude!" He exclaimed happily and your shoulders relaxed hearing that.

"That's your new look, man." Nikki grinned patting Tommys shoulder before Doc knocked on the door announcing that it was time.

You followed Nikki and Tommy out the dressing room and down the corridor to backstage where Mick was currently peeking through the side curtains at the large crowd.

"We're gonna fucking die." Mick announced walking over to the three of you with a nervous expression that matched all of yours.

It was odd seeing someone like Mick actually seem nervous. He was always the calm, mostly level-headed member of the band, but even aliens like him could feel anxious.

"Boys, on behalf of Electra Records, I just wanna wish you good luck tonight." Tom Zutaut called out, walking down the corridor towards you all before he paused. "Where's Vince?"

Vince was definitely not in the middle of fucking Toms girlfriend... definitely not.

"Just saw him in the dressing room getting ready." Doc supplied which wasn't a total lie.

"This is your first big show, so... please don't fuck this up." Tom said giving the guys a reassuring smile that did absolutely no reassuring in the slightest.

"Was that meant to be a peptalk?" You asked, resting your hands on your hips. "Because it sucked."

"Well, you do better. I'm gonna go find Vince."

You watched Tom walk off and hoped like hell your brother was either finished with the girlfriend or at the very least had enough brains to lock his dressing room door because if not, he was screwed.

"Fuck everything he just said." You turned to Nikki, Tommy and Mick who all looked a thousand times more nervous than before. "You're Mötley fuckin' Crüe. You guys just do what you do."

Tommy nodded while twirling one of his drumsticks with his fingers before proceeding to drop said drumstick in the middle of the corridor.

"Fuck!" He swore under his breath, hastily picking it up.

"Jesus Christ." Nikki sighed.

There was less than 10 minutes before the show, hopefully Tommy got his nerves under control by then because you didn’t want a repeat of their first show with his cymbal being knocked over. He was embarrassed enough in front of that small crowd let alone an entire stadium.

"Boys, I just got off the phone with my bosses at Electra and they saw the other bands here and have an idea. I don't know if it's possible at short noticed but..." Tom suddenly said, jogging back down the corridor towards them before his eyes glanced over at you. "How well do you know their songs Y/N?"

You blinked in confusion, "I'm sorry?"

"Electra heard that the others had backup singers. Female backup singers. The crowds love it. It mixed things up a bit and gave the guys something to, you know, look at."

Your jaw dropped at his words and if you weren't in such shock, you would have snapped at him for that sexist comment.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Nikki questioned, a hint of protectiveness in his tone.

Tom quickly raised his hands in surrender. "I-I meant no harm. I'm just saying, the female fans love looking at you guys and you should bring something in that would appeal to the male fans too."

"Hold on." You said, shaking your head. "So, you want me to go on stage with Mötley Crüe as a backup singer so the male fans can stare at me?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"No." Tommy quickly said, shaking his head.

"Absolutely not." Nikki responded, folding his arms across his chest.

"As your manager, I think it's a good idea." Doc suddenly said, appearing behind Tom. "I don't agree with his choice of wording. But it would be good for Mötley Crüe to have a female backup singer. And Y/N knows all the songs."

"What's going on?" Vince's voice called out.

You glanced over your shoulder to find him walking towards you, still zipping up his pants and if you weren’t in the middle of a freakout about this new idea, you would have commented on it.

"They want Y/N to be a backup singer." Mick supplied.

"No." Vince answered immediately. "That is not happening."

"I heard she used to be your backup singer for Rock Candy." Tom replied like that was some kind of solid argument.

"I don't give a fuck. I do not want my little sister out on stage. I don't want her a part of that life."

"She's kind of already part of that life." Doc pointed out causing Vince to glare at him. "I'm just stating a fact. She's been to every show. She knows every word. I see her singing along with you guys from backstage. She can do it."

"Are you crazy? I-I can't sing in front of all those people." You stuttered, suddenly feeling as if all the air had been sucked out of your lungs.

There was no way you were going on that stage. Nope. No way.

"Electra have a deal. It's what they want." Tom piped up.

"Fuck your deal." Vince snapped.

Could Electra make those kinds of calls? What would happen if you didn't do it? Would they punish the band because of it? You couldn't be the cause of that. Mötley Crüe only just got the record deal, you couldn't ruin that.

"But Electra-"

"I-I'll do it." You announced cutting Tom off before taking in a deep shaky breath. “I can do it.”

Next Chapter

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A/N-

For the couple of people reading this, thank you!

I hope you enjoyed this longer chapter! I won't be able to post the next one until later next week as I'm going back home for Christmas.

Merry Christmas to those that celebrate, and until next time, stay safe everyone and have a great day xx

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teddypickerry · 1 year

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here me out! how about like a reader x tommy (the real one, not megan fox’s rat looking bf), but like reader is butterflies and rainbows, and like the band will not stop mocking how soft tommy is for reader. like ofc take your time.

𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 !

pairings! tommy lee x soft reader <3

word count! 1.9k

warnings! cursing, mentions of sex, it’s a fucking mötley crüe fic babe what do you expect?

a/n! okay i had to write this like five fucking seconds after i got it bc 1) calling mgk megan’s rat looking bf made me fall in love w you 2) THIS REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF MY BEST FRIEND AND HER LOVE FOR TOMMY. so i used her favvvvorite photo of t-bone and am dedicating this to her <3 muah. the tommy to my nikki. ALSO THIS IS UNEDITED SO IF IT SUCKS THEN FUCK YOU ;)

tommy lee bass was never good with girlfriends. with the mötley timeline, he had bullwinkle and honey. and if you know anything about either of them... you know he doesn't have the best track record. he was with both of them for all the wrong reasons. bullwinkle came like a track star which purely excited him. and honey had the body of a pornstar. but their relationship had its ups and downs... a butter knife in his back, an engagement, her cheating with his best friend, and ending with him slapping her. so... maybe he wasn't the best with relationships.

tommy loved for all the wrong reasons. it wasn't because of the rockstar persona or the fortune or the fame. it was simply how tommy was made and how he existed. he opened himself up to love and he loved so fucking hard with all of the t-bone's in his body. tommy's a lover, he's a romantic — even if it's in a fucked up way. so when he found y/n, a girl who set his world ablaze. the moment he saw her, he didn't just look at her boobs. he noticed the two braids in her hair. he noticed the shimmer eyeshadow that just made her eyes glimmer. she was beautiful and not just for her body or for specific talents. she was beautiful for her outlook on life that tommy learned to love, one quite positive formed with a smile.

it'd been two months since tommy'd met his new and improved lover girl. he'd not once had the urge to cheat on the girl or even have the thought. he was indulged with her choice of books over parties or her excessive bright wardrobe. she was unconditionally herself. and he was fucking head over heels for that. y/n had yet to meet the band, despite the long relationship (in tommy's book). it was safe to say she was stressing about it. they were a bunch of dickwads according to all the magazines and tommy. but he loved them and they were his best fucking friends.

so she tugged on her pink sweater that tucked into her jeans. her white tennis shoes pacing back and forth while she waited for tommy in the foyer of his new apartment. decked floor to ceiling in animal prints of all sorts and records hes never bothered to play. she was anxious and it showed. it was a lot meeting her boyfriend's best friends who were also his band mates. he spoke about them with the goofiest grin and had the dumbest stories. just yesterday he'd told her about last year when he and nikki were so high they jumped on a train and then had to jump off a mile or so later. resulting in a very long walk back to the hotel.

his band wasn't just his band mates they were practically family and we've all heard the girlfriend meeting the family horror stories. the sound of his mismatched red and black converse hitting the floor was unheard as y/n messed with her hair in the mirror next to the door. tommy swung the keys to his new ferrari on his finger as he watched her for a moment. before bursting into a brief smile. "dude, you look fucking great. stop worrying."

"babe, stop 'dude'ing me." y/n giggled as she turned to him with her smile that made her dimples pop. he pressed his lips together as he made his way past her, brushing her head with a kiss as he opened the door with one hand. it wasn't long before the couple was out the door and in the seats of the ferrari.

the car ride was short to vince's place. the singer was throwing a little day party — hardly a party, rather a band meeting, but anything with mötley turned into a party. the little party was also a reason for the boys to meet y/n which they all looked forward to. it was rare any of them were not so focused on themselves to care about the other's love life. but this time was different, or at least so it seemed to them. tommy had a new "love of his life" every week. you could say it was the same ol' situation. but they - specifically mick, had a feeling about this one. one that was solidified the moment the couple made their way to the front door.

hands intertwined between the rockstar and the angel as they approached the entry way. tommy glanced down at his girlfriend with a smile when he noticed the look on her face. the one she had just a few weeks ago when she was preparing for an interview at a bookstore she's been eyeing for awhile. y/n aced the interview and she would ace this. "don't be so nervous, you're too pretty for that." the drummer winked making his girlfriend give him a look. "will you shut up, please?"

"i agree with the chick," a voice sounded from the doorway making the young couple turn their heads. stood in all his glory was the singer himself, vince neil. he had a bandana tied around his neck which covered his slightly sunburn chest. he was in leather pants despite the mere 80s of LA. "dude, we didn't even knock."

"yeah but i saw a pretty girl out my window so y'know." vince shrugged it off with a smirk at the girl. tommy furrowed his eyebrows as he held up the two intertwined hands. "yeah, we'll, she's taken."

"ne'vah stupd anee id us befu." a voice mumbled as another rocker made his way to the doorway. one presumably known as nikki sixx. a toothbrush was in his mouth, white toothpaste spilling out the corners. the couple gave the man confused glances as he rolled his eyes and spat in the grass. "never stopped any of us before — hi, darling, i'm nikki." he put his hand forward with the cock of his eyebrow. y/n shook his hand and smiled, "i'm y/n. it's nice to meet you guys."

"the infamous y/n," vince purred as he glanced back at tommy as if complimenting his 'women' skills. "yeah well don't get any fucking ideas — im talking to you, fiancée fucker!" tommy announced towards the bassist who simply raised his hands in defense before passing out on the couch next to mick mars. vince stepped aside as the couple entered. tommy refused to let go of his girlfriend which the band was quick to notice. "y/n/n, this is the guys i guess. nikki — y'know, vince, and this old tombstone is mick."

"hi," the two greeted to another simultaneously. tommy sat on the couch with y/n following, her thigh pressed against his as she sat anxiously. she'd yet to see drugs or naked women like she'd anticipated. so far just dudes in a room with a far too expensive sound system. the silence was echoing in the large LA home. nikki stretched out as he watched y/n with daring eyes, tommy not even wanting to know what was trapped in this thoughts. mick too was watching the girl but rather in confusion. she seemed normal, so why was she with the dumbest motherfucker he knew? vince sat down last, a glass of something in his hand as he sat at the edge of the couch. he eyed tommy who was mouthing something at him.

"so y/n," mick started as he blinked behind his sunglasses. "why this one?" the guitarist asked with such simplicity that made nikki burst into a deep laughter, resulting in a glare from tommy. "will you guys shut the fuck up for once?" he shrugged when he glanced back at the toothbrush nikki had on his chest. "wait- why are you brushing your teeth at like four?"

"went down on this girl, she was on her period, man." nikki shrugged as if it was the most normal thing ever. no one seemed phased minus y/n, who genuinly had never heard someone shrug something that criminal off that way. it wasn't long before the questions got dumber and dumber — which seemed impossible with the ones they asked, but they did. and y/n lasted no more than ten minutes with the band before she ventured off into the kitchen where the other girls were sat around. all arguing over who was better in bed — mötley boys or guns and roses boys. she drowned out the conversation after a short blonde asked her how many rockstars she'd slept with. when she answered with one, they went ballistic.

"slash is too full of himself, tommy knows what he's doing." one of the girls giggled before taking a bite of a pretzel and spitting it out as if she'd die. "tommy's great," another one added, a redhead. a few giggled as one of them uncomfortably sat there with a fucked up smile. "guys, tommy's dating this one." y/n froze as she sipped on her water. they all looked at her and giggled as if it were impossible, because tommy would never settle in their eyes. he's tommy lee.

"excuse me," she mumbled as she stood up and made her way out of the kitchen, nearly falling into the arms of her boyfriend in the process. he stood in the hallway with an empty glass on his way for a refill. he placed it on vince's table when he noticed his girlfriend's face. "what's going on?"

"tommy you've fucked like every girl in that room." she mustered up, her smile gone. it was a rare sight to see her without her big and beautiful grin. the world was sunshine and rainbows in her eyes but it was like thunder in a rainstorm right now. "they're all talking about if you or slash are better in bed. it's just... look i know you have a past and you're done with all the sleeping around now. but, i just couldn't listen to it anymore. they laughed when one of them said i was your girl. like it was insane."

the drummer's face softened as he placed his finger under her chin, lifting it up to be directly in his eyesight. "those groupies are wild, y/n. they'll fuck anyone to tour with us so they think they know all. but no one knows how i feel 'bout you, because i'm fucking wild for you baby." he pressed his lips against hers as her eyes shut on demand. his kiss was soft and genuine and he threw in a little tongue — the tommy way of course. it wasn't long before she pulled away, not wanting to have a full on makeout session in his friend's house. her smile was back on an instant as she glanced up at the man with her pink lips. tommy mirrored the expression as he wrapped his arms around her. "baby, let go. i'm gonna go to the bathroom."

"'m 'kay. don't leave me for too long," he blew her a kiss as she walked off into the bathroom and shut the door. the moment he heard voices he cursed to himself. "oh baby, i'd never leave you for too long." vince mimicked in a sexy voice as nikki threw a heart with his fingers and shot it at his best friend. mick pursed his lips and blew a kiss at the drummer. "oh, baby."

"you're fucking dead." the drummer groaned before chasing the three men out of the house, like fucking mötley crüe man.

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vincess-princess · 1 month

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we, the psychos

ch. 3

ch. 1 ch. 2

Word count: 3421 Warnings: violence A/N: wow, seems this fic is bound to be updated every two years or so... seeing the surge in interest to it after a couple of my reblogs, so hope you enjoy it!

A key turning in the lock woke Tommy up. Through a small window on the door he could see someone’s neck, and the window was located just a little below his eye level. Tommy blinked in confusion – was the guest really that tall? – but the answer came a second later.

Yeah, the guest – a nurse, judging by the white coat - was tall, even taller than Tommy, which was a rarity. The nurse’s long blond hair was tied down into a ponytail, but a few stray locks rested on his neck, moving slightly by the draft from the hall. Tommy was so captivated by them he didn’t notice the awkward pause which the nurse also aptly used to stare back at the new patient. The regular staff that wasn’t informed about Tommy was probably equally mystified by the new guy, Tommy later realised.

The nurse was the one to break the silence.

“Lee, right?” he said, glancing at a piece of paper in his hand. “The newbie?”

Tommy only nodded, examining the nurse’s face. Tiredness hid in the corners of his eyes, in the curves of his lips, in the delicate circles of his nostrils. If he had some good night’s sleep, Tommy would call him handsome. If let down, his hair (dyed very coarsely, with black roots visible; the asylum dress code was sure way laxer than at Bass estate) would probably reach his shoulder blades; his lean body wore a white robe like others would wear gowns.

“Do you have like, a surname or something?” the nurse looked back at the paper, then up at Tommy again, frowning. “There’s only “Lee” here.”

Oh, how clever of his father. Just take away his name, refuse any mentions of Tommy belonging to his family. Just Lee. That’s what was seemingly written in his medical history, or what the nurse was holding there.

“It’s Tommy, actually,” Tommy said. “Tommy Lee”.

“Ah, good,” the nurse smiled friendly, and it was like a whiff of warm wind in the cold air of the room. “Tommy Lee it be, then. Some patients don’t even remember their names,” he explained. “A couple more questions. Who is the king of our kingdom?”

“King?” Tommy blinked in confusion. “I thought we have a queen.”

“Correct. And what year it is now?”

“Eighteen ninety-two?”

“Correct,” the nurse nodded, making a note on the paper, “again. At least you’re aware of your surroundings.” He looked over Tommy and frowned again. “What brought you here? You look and sound normal.”

“Not for long,” Tommy promised glumly. He never knew when exactly it was going to hit him, but it always came back, earlier or later.

“Huh, alright then.” The nurse didn’t look wary at all. On the contrary, he smiled warmly. “We’ll see. Now, I’ve gotta see you off to the canteen. It is said here,” he pointed at the paper, “that you should eat not with patients, but with staff. We’ve never had such requirements before. Also all of this,” he waved his hand around, meaning, probably, the carpet and the curtains, “not something you usually see in a public asylum. I guess whoever put you here wanted to make sure your life is alright, as much as it can be alright in this place.”

“I guess.” Tommy shrugged, trying not to give away the emotion that overcame him. This name would never leave his life completely, hard as he tried to erase it. Basses even here had it better than everyone else.

“You guess,” the nurse confirmed seriously. “Now, Mr. Tommy Lee, I shall see you off to the canteen, so get out of bed. Have you got your hospital robe already?”

“Should I?” Tommy frowned. He hadn’t seen these robes yet, but he suspected they would be far from fashionable. And fashion was probably the only thing in the world Tommy actually cared about.

“I guess?” the nurse said at first seriously, but then couldn’t hold back a laugh at. “Yes, Mr. Tommy Lee. You may be dining with the doctors but you’re still a patient.”

“I’m not like them,” Tommy resented. “I’m not going to wear it. I have enough of my own clothes.”

The nurse raised an eyebrow, suddenly serious. “Listen, Mr. Tommy Lee. Whoever you were in life, here you are just a patient. Like everyone else. Even the curtains in your room don’t change that. You do what the nurses tell you to do, or they’ll do that against your will.” He talked calmly, not a hint of anger on his face or in his voice, but it still sent shivers down Tommy’s spine. He wasn’t used to being ordered around like that. The urge to lower his gaze overcame him, but he pushed it away – he isn’t submitting to some nurse in a public asylum! His father might be a total asshole, but what he did teach Tommy was that Basses had the right to demand respect from anyone anywhere. Even here.

But Thomas Bass Sr. no longer had a son.

The silence in the room got heavier with every second. The nurse kept looking at Tommy with his clear, calm eyes. And Tommy hurriedly tried to come up with a witty answer.

The nurse tilted his head to the side, examining Tommy from head to toes.

“Get up.”

“I told you I’m-“

“Get up, I need to see your measurements,” the nurse interrupted him. “I just wanna see how tall you are. We may not have anything of your size.” He looked critically over Tommy and shook his head. “No. You’re too tall. We’ll have to alter some that we have… Alright. You can wear this to breakfast. But it’s only for this day. Get it?”

Tommy just nodded, not sure how he was supposed to react. He was convinced they would force him into a hospital robe sooner or later – but for now, it was postponed. And tomorrow he’ll come up with something else.

“Now, come with me,” the nurse turned to the door. “I shall see you off to the canteen - finally.”

“Thanks,” Tommy said, and he meant it all the way. “What’s your name, by the way? There’s no one to introduce us to each other, unfortunately, so I have to ask you directly.”

“My goodness,” the nurse smiled, “you surely are different. I like it, though. This place can make you forget about basic manners. I’m Mckagan. Michael Mckagan.” He stretched out his hand.

Tommy shook it. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Mckagan.”

“Oh, come on. No misters here. You can call me Duff, just don’t do it in front of the doctors.”

Duff? What kind of name was that? It sounded more like a sound an animal would make. Though who was Tommy, who just discarded his surname, to judge?

“Sure.”

“You must be thinking now who the fuck would call themselves like that?” the nurse- no, Duff, - laughed. “I get it. It’s just my preference. If you like Michael more, go by it.”

“Why would I? So many Michaels in the world, but I’m pretty sure you’re the first-” and the last– “Duff I’ve ever met.”

***

Tommy’s ward must have been far from other wards, because he only began seeing patients once he and Duff went down the stairs. Tommy thought seeing so many psychos in one place wouldn’t be much of a shock, as he has dealt with one for his whole life, but what he saw… well, it sure was depressing. There were different faces, young and old, some of them still with traces of their past beauty, others – with traces of the owner’s sins. But what scared him the most was the tiredness, the exhaustion ingrained in all the faces. It must be hard to bear the weight of a mental illness in such an unhospitable place like this. Would Tommy’s face look the same after a couple of years here?..

He looked at patients, and they looked back at him. All of them, each and every one. Their gazes were like insects on his skin, crawling and biting, getting into his ears and eyes. Tommy shook his head to shake them off, but it didn’t help. He barely managed to stop himself from grabbing Duff’s robe, but couldn’t help but raise his hands to his face to check if there were bugs there. There weren’t any, of course – they were always faster than him, faster by a tenth of a second.

They separated from the line of psychos near the stairs and climbed up. There it was, the canteen for the staff, on a balcony overseeing the main room where patients dined. Tommy suddenly realized he had absolutely no desire to go there. Among the insane he was a newbie, of course, but at least one of them; the staff was a completely different kind of crowd, and for some reason Tommy knew they wouldn’t be very welcoming to him.

His train of thought was interrupted: Duff opened the door and nudged Tommy inside. Suddenly, all eyes were on him – again.

Duff opened the door to leave, and Tommy began to panic.

“Wait, you aren’t going?” Tommy grabbed the sleeve of the nurse’s robe with all the force he could manage. Duff gently unclenched his fingers.

“Sorry, man, I’ve gotta look after the patients,” hesounded apologetic, but closed the door nevertheless, leaving Tommy inside with all those other doctors and nurses, not a single friendly face among them.

Turning around now felt like a torture. Everyone – every single one of the staff – was looking at him now.

“Hey, you! Wrong door?” a dark-skinned man with an impressive mane of curly hair called out. “This is the staff canteen. Yours is just down the stairs.”

“I was told I am going to eat with the staff.” Tommy felt a sudden urge to grab something and squeeze it, to let go the tension in his body.

“You?” the curly-haired nurse arched his eyebrow. “Who told you that?”

“It’s alright, Hudson,” someone suddenly called out from the back of the canteen. A man rose up from the table in the farthest corner, the only one that had tablecloth on it, and headed towards Tommy. The latter froze on place under an intent gaze of the man who was almost as tall as Tommy and twice as wide in the shoulders. “Mr. Duren talked to me about this. You must be Lee, right?”

“Right.”

“Good. Grab a plate and go get some porridge over there, in the corner.”

Tommy looked around once again, feeling like he was shrinking under all the gazes, looking at him with curious disapproval, like he was a bug under glass with a dozen of scientists looking at him from behind it. He wasn’t a bug. He didn’t want to be under glass every time he ate.

“Thank you, I’m not hungry,” he said quickly, opened the door and rushed down the stairs. There, in a much bigger but dirtier room, the patients were eating. Upon the first glance there wasn’t many of them, about seventy, but for such a number of people the room was strangely quiet. Those who spoke did so in hushed voices, and the bang of the door against the wall that Tommy pushed too hard echoed through the room, attracting their attention. Oh no.

The gazes of seventy psychos were making his skin itch, and a desire to just slam the door shut and retreat to the safe solitude of his ward overwhelmed him. By miraculous effort he forced himself to step into the room. Some gazes were curious, some indifferent, but all of them bore the mark of such weariness Tommy shuddered. Will he turn into something like that, with no desire to live whatsoever, in a few years?

He awkwardly made his way along the wall to the counter where they handed out food, grabbed a plate of porridge and headed to the only free spot he noticed. The patients at the table for some reason didn’t spread evenly along the bench, instead sitting in two clusters by both sides of the spot. When Tommy landed there, someone beside him exhaled loudly. Tommy looked there in confusion, but couldn’t pick out the one who did it. Frowning, he started eating the cold, sticky porridge, but didn’t get past two spoons.

The door opened again, and two people walked in. One was a red-headed nurse, young and handsome, with a grim expression on his face. Tommy’s gaze slid past him and stopped on the second one. The messy-haired blonde man in a straitjacket sauntered in as if he was the head of the place. The nurses at the counter and by the walls exchanged cautionary looks.

The nurse began to untie the knots on the straitjacket of the newcomer, who watched him lazily, with a one-sided grin. He told the nurse something, and the guy’s ears flushed pink while his fingers were fiddling with the knots.

Tommy looked around. Everyone’s eyes were on the guy. And, for some reason, on Tommy.

He blinked in surprise when the blonde gave the nurse a kiss on the lips, no shyness or restraint at all. He always thought such people would be more discreet in places like this, with the general attitude towards them in all-male spaces and the scarcity of women, but maybe that was a part of the man’s illness. The poor nurse stormed off, and the guy headed straight towards Tommy, waving his arms to warm them up.

He leaned at the table right across Tommy, his eyebrows furrowed.

“You must be the newbie.”

“News spread fast, I see,” Tommy said, his voice quieter than he wanted it to be, but at least it wasn’t shaking. The man had a bad atmosphere around him, something sinister in that crooked grin of his. Tommy couldn’t bring himself to look into his eyes, so instead he looked at his hands on the table. His knuckles were red and skinned. Did he get to put his fists to use often?

“No, I just never seen you before,” the man replied. “And with that face, I would have remembered you.” He smirked and curved an eyebrow, but the playful glint in his face went away as quickly as it came. “Now, you might not know that, which is the only reason why I still haven’t decked you in your pretty face, but that’s my spot. Get out.”

The audacity rendered Tommy speechless for a moment.

“But I was here first,” he said, gripping his spoon tighter, rage rising its ugly head inside his chest. He might be one of them now, but that didn’t mean they got to order him around. Especially this one, conceited like a barber’s cat.

“I don’t give a shit. Move your ass somewhere else,” the blonde leaned closer to Tommy, his eyes darkening. Tommy looked around nervously, but no one was willing to take his side, even the nurses talking quietly at the front of the room seemingly paid no mind to what was happening right in front of their eyes. Judging by the straitjacket in which the man arrived to the canteen, he was a dangerous patient. Weren’t they supposed to look after him?

“No,” Tommy said, the spoon in his hands on the verge of snapping in half. “I was here first.”

Someone let out a whistling sigh. The blonde tilted his head to the side, examining Tommy with his cold gaze. The tension between them was so intense the air seemed to warm up with just their gazes.

“Alright. Nobody will say I didn’t give you a chance,” the blonde said, and the next thing Tommy knew, his chair fell down and his head hit the floor from the powerful blow the man dealt him in the eye.

Well, that was fucking it. Holding onto the table, Tommy got up. His vision went black in the corners of his eyes, but he saw his target very well – the smug, content face with a mane of blonde hair around it.

Tommy punched him in the jaw and, miraculously, hit it, hard enough to make the man yelp and recoil. While he was recovering from the hit, Tommy jumped over the table, pushing several plates off it, and stood right in front of his opponent. The guy turned out shorter than him and barely reached his nose with the top of his head. And this shortie was talking shit?

Well, he asked for that. Tommy hit him again, this time in the stomach. The man dodged, but not completely, still stunned from his previous attack, and Tommy’s punch did elicit a groan from him. Tommy’s head was still spinning, blood rumbled in his ears, but it didn’t stop him from trying to kick the man in the shin, which he missed. The man used it to his advantage, grabbed Tommy by the hair and tried to punch him again. Tried, because that was when nurses ran up to them and pulled them apart. It took three nurses to hold the blond man in place – he was screaming bloody murder and kicking like crazy until the nurses pinned him to the floor and handcuffed his wrists behind his back. The hate in his undecipherable screams filled the air, to the point that Tommy could almost grab it with his hand, hate towards him or the nurses, he wasn’t sure. Two nurses were holding Tommy by the arms, but he didn’t try to fight, and they released him once the blonde man was out of sight. His screams could still be heard down the hall.

Everyone’s eyes were on Tommy now. The wide-shouldered nurse approached him.

“Lee! A fight, on the first day? You’re a delight to have in the hospital, I see,” he said. There was something uncanny in his voice, something Tommy didn’t quite get. Maybe it was Tommy’s sick imagination, seeing threat in everyone. “This is a surefire way to the solitary confinement, you know. Michael, take him to his ward. No breakfast for him today.”

“But I didn’t start it,” Tommy said somewhat defiantly. “I did nothing bad. Should I have let him just hit me like that?”

“Doesn’t matter,” the nurse waved his hand. “We allow no fights in this facility. Michael! What are you waiting for?”

Tommy opened his mouth to reply, but Duff’s strong fingers already squeezed his arm and pulled him forward, to the door out of the canteen. After several minutes of wandering along identical corridors and staircases, they arrived at Tommy’s ward.

“Are you alright?” Duff finally spoke. Tommy’s cheek still hurt from the punch, and sparks danced in front of his eyes with every movement of his head, but he only noticed that now, his mind having been replaying the fight scene in front of his eyes all that time. His knees suddenly went slack, and he plopped down onto the bed with a groan.

“Just a bruise,” he winced, carefully touching his cheek. The punch was solid, but didn’t break anything. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know Dr. Duren has ordered to let Wharton out of the padded cell,” Duff said guiltily. “He only spent a night there. Usually they keep him there for at least a day.”

“A day?” Tommy frowned. “And all that time - in the straitjacket?”

“Yeah.” Duff shrugged. “Don’t feel sorry for him, Tommy. He deserves twice more than that. He’s a curse of the whole asylum.”

Tommy remembered the almost inhuman screams and shuddered. “Why… why did he do that? People would have moved to give him some space if he asked.”

“You’re a newbie,” Duff said, “no doubt he wanted to pick at you – to test you, maybe. He’s also… well, let’s say you should never turn his back to him when in the shower. He’s obsessed with sex and violence. A delight to have in the hospital, like nurse Simmons says.” He reached for the doorhandle, but turned back to Tommy to say something again. “Sorry for what happened. I can’t bring you breakfast, but I have some crackers in my locker. You want them?”

“I’d like some,” Tommy nodded. “And what’s next? Am I just sitting here until lunch?”

“The doctor will come see you soon. And then patients usually work in the garden. I doubt they’ll force you to do it, though, so you can just enjoy the fresh air.” Duff stepped out of the door. “Take care, Tommy.”

#we the psychos #asylum au #motley crue #motley crue au #motley crue fanfiction #motley crue asylum au #guns n roses #guns n roses fanfiction #tommy lee #duff mckagan #slash #vince neil #gene simmons #did quite a bit of editing on this... its two years old after all. my style changed #i'd rewrite it if i had the energy. but i don't. so you get this frankenstein of styles #no one will notice this except me lmao

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