Motley Crue (Gay) Imagines

"I Need to look Good"- (Vince/Nikki)

Warning: mentions of ED/hunger/Body Shaming/Dysmorphia
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Vince sighed as he stared into the dingy bathroom mirror.

"God dammit.."he muttered. His hands tugging down the shiny pink fabric on his chest.

His favorite pink and zebra striped top practically strangled the poor singers ribs. It used to fit the Neil like a glove, now the shirt was far too tight for his stomach.

God...was it really that bad..?

"Did I really put on that much weight? He thought. Examining his stomach and sides in the mirror.

The singers full hips no longer held there sexy curve. His stomach looked nearly ready to pop at any given moment practically bursting out the shirts fabric.

I can't go out like this.

What will the others say when they see me? They're gonna laugh at me for sure. Fucking Tommy's skinner then a twig. Mick looks as normal as any guy around. Not to mention Sixx...

God the bassist had the body of a god. Thighs thick as rivers with curvy hips and a prominent ass. Not to mentioned his toned and chiseled chest. Vince nearly died on stage anytime the bassist got too hot. Nikki was infamous for ripping off his shirts doing a show and tossing the scattered fabric into the crowd. Neil would practically drool over Sixx's body anytime he had a chance to admire it.

"They can't see me like this..."Vince whimpered. Ripping off the shirt the singer tossed it to the side in frustration.

Neil sobbed as he fell onto his bed clutching the pillows in despair he cried.

They're gonna think I'm a pig. They're gonna think I'm fat, I can't let them see me like this.

There's gotta be something I can do.

I'll fix this. Then they'll see. I'll go back to being normal again. And everything will be fine.

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Nikki sighed as he looked up at the clock.

"Can someone try calling him again? It's a quarter past three, Vince was supposed to be here nearly half an hour ago"Nikki muttered. Playing impatiently with the bass on his lap.

"I'm sure he'll be here soon. You know Vince. Always gotta make a dramatic entrance"Tommy said forcing a small smile as he tried to lighten the awkward situation.

Mick smiled at the drummer slowly shaking his head.

"Yea well, we needed our singer here thirty minutes ago. Please? T-bone, just fax him again"Nikki asked shooting the drummer a look.

Tommy sighed "I'll message him again"he whispered standing up and heading to the machine. Nikki sighed. Truth be told he didn't really care that Vince was missing practice. He was just worried about the singers health. The last few weeks he'd noticed the shift in the singer's personality, and appearance.

Vince hardly ever wanted to go out after work with the rest of the guys to grab food, or head down to a club and get a drink. The last few weeks he'd seemed so distant and to himself then he normally was. Something had been going on with the singer, and Nikki knew whatever it was, couldn't have been good.