Terrorcest one shots

Silent Killer

A/N: we're starting this one of kinda sad. This one may turn into a part two or even a series.

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Tommy Lee, Dr. Feelgood tour

"Tommy kid open up!!" Mick yells, pounding on the bathroom door.

I sigh, tearing my gaze from the bathroom mirror. My body looks so fat. I can't stand the way I seem to be gaining weight no matter what I do. I tried cutting some foods out a couple of weeks ago, but every time I look in the mirror I just seem bigger and bigger.

So because of that, I haven't eaten at all in the last week. I'll have to go buy something healthy so that my boyfriend Nikki doesn't try and force me to eat. I don't know when exactly I started gaining weight or looking fat, or when I noticed it, but I hate it so much.

My energy has been really low these last couple of days. Maybe I need to exercise more, or eat less. Probably both. I'll probably end up making a feeble attempt to eat a couple carrots, but now eating gives me anxiety.

"TOMMYYYYY COME ON WE HAVE TO GET ON STAGE!!!!" Mick yells, hitting the bathroom door yet again.

I put on a shirt, something that's new for me because I loved to go shirtless. Not anymore. I wrench the door open and see Mick staring holes through my body. He's in his stage outfit and so are the rest of the guys.

I guess technically I'm in mine too, but the Ratt shirt I stole from Nikki was a last minute addition. Speaking of Nikki, he smiles when he sees me, and grabs me up in a hug. I wrap my arms around him and we're locked in a passionate kiss.

"Fuckin gay. Get your asses on stage." Mick growls. Vince just winks at us and runs out onto the stage.

"Mmmhh I love you." I say, reluctantly pulling away from the kiss.

Nikki smiles again, something that I love to see more than anything in the world. He finally lets go of me, slapping me on the ass as he runs by. Goddamn him he knows how much I like that.
"I LOVE YOU TOO!!" He screams before running to his stage tech.

I let the stage crew hook me into everything, my energy isn't where I need it to be right now. If we hadn't all collectively got clean to save Nikki, I would've done rails backstage.

"HELLO SEATTLE!" Vince yells.

I pound on the drums a little before leaning back to hear the crowd roar. That's definitely one of the best parts of being where we are right now. It's the screaming fans, all these people, here to see us. If you had told my 16 year old self that I'd be on top of the world, with a great boyfriend, with people screaming our names, I would've asked you where I can get the drugs you're on.

As the show goes on, I start to dread the cage where I spin around. I already don't feel well and my arms are feeling like bricks. Why must I be so goddamn fat? It sucks that I'm feeling so uncomfortable and can't even get up the energy to be excited.

I feel like I'm about to faint, and the pains from hunger only add to this debacle. "GOOOO TOMMY!!!" Vince yells.

I feel the lurch of the drumset. Moments later I'm flying through the air upside down while drumming. I try to concentrate on my solo, focusing intensely on my drums. It's getting harder to focus, and I'm glad when the riser comes down.

"Heyyyyy guys let's go out for dinner!" Vince suggests backstage.

Immediately, anxiety flares up within me. There's no way that anything Vince wants to eat is going to be healthy, and I don't think I can escape eating in front of them.