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The way y'all are absolutely COMING FOR ANGIE in my comments is hilarious 💀 she didn't do anything wrong! Lmao I love y'all tho 🤣🤣
I get it you want Y/N with Nikki! But keep in mind this is not a Nikki Sixx fanfiction this is a Nikki, Tommy and Vince fanfic so Y/N could end up with any of them that's the fun of it, it's a mystery ;)
Don't think you've got it all figured out tho! Many twists and turns.
Anyways. On with the show.....
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Little time skip in this chapter by about a month just to move things along....
October 3rd 1981
Y/N's POV
I hadn't known when Tommy's birthday was until last night when Nikki told me. Today Tommy was turning 19. I almost forgot he's just a teenager a little younger than me. Now we're the same age.
Tommy was still sleeping, I had gotten up early and woke up Nikki and Vince around 8am to get some surprises ready for Tommy. Nikkis currently out getting as much alcohol as he could get his hands on. We were throwing a big party tonight for Tommy's birthday and we were all really excited.
Vince and I are making a cake. Well, attempting too. This was already attempt number 2 as I had left Vince in charge of the baking well I did some cleaning and he burned the first cake. I walked into the small kitchen to see Vince frantically opening the smoking oven and removing the cake pan trying not to get the smoke in his eyes, all while wearing an apron that I forced him to wear, and he had his hair tied back in a ponytail which I also forced him to do. It really was quite a sight to see.
Now however we had just put a fresh pan of cake batter in the oven and I was pouring icing sugar into a bowl to make the frosting, and Vince reached for the electric hand mixer.
"Be careful with that thing." I warn with a laugh.
"It's just a.... mixy thingy what harm can it do?"He asks as I add the butter into the bowl.
"Mixy thingy?" I ask. He just laughs in response, pulling the bowl in front of him. That's when I step back.
That's when he puts the mixer in the bowl and flicks the switch.
Then a mass of icing sugar dust explodes out of the bowl coating Vince face, hair and clothing, and I burst out laughing.
"That's what harm it can do." I say between laughs.
"Oh you bitch." Vince jokes wiping the sugar from his eyes.
I still continue laughing, he looks like a snowman.
"You're gonna get it now." He smirks grabbing the bag of sugar, spilling some into his hand and then holding his hand to his mouth, blowing the powder all over me making me gasp, he laughs at my reaction.
"Oh it's on." I say, grabbing the bag of flour sitting next to the oven.
"Woah woah woah this is a sugar fight no flour allowed." Vince says.
"Oh this is a food fight Vincent. And we're fighting to the death." I smirk knowing he gets mad when people call him 'Vincent'
He looks at me with a deadly glare.
"Well in that case...." he trails off, dipping his hand into the bowl, getting a handful of butter.
"That's disgusting Vince!!!" I gasp. He just smirks.
"Thought we were fighting to the death." He says.
I take a step back.
"What are you gonna do with that?" I ask.
"This butter's goin in your face."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Oh but I would."
We stand there in fighting position waiting for will make the first move. That's when Vince lunges forward and smears butter on my cheek.
"EW!!" I yell.
I grip the bag of flour, thrusting it forward spilling it all over Vince's pants making him gasp his hand coming up into the air as he stares down at his ruined jeans with his mouth agape.
Vince grabs the sugar and dumps some of it directly over my head coating my hair. That was it, I grab an egg off the counter and hold it in the air like I'm about to throw, still deciding if I should or not.
Vince holds his arms up to cover his head.
"WOAH woah woah hey come on now put the egg down."
"No." I say mischievously.
He steps back and I throw the egg, but he quickly ducks and the egg hits the wall behind him, cracking, and splatting on the wall.
"HA MISSED ME BITCH!" Vince laughs pointing at me. I reach to grab another egg but then realized I had just thrown the last one. I huff, crossing my arms making Vince laugh.
"You're sexy when you're mad." He winks.
"Am I sexy with butter on my face too?" I ask, reaching for a paper towel and cleaning my face as we both laugh.
He steps towards where I was, leaning against the counter top and he rests his hands on the counter on either side of me, trapping me between his arms.
I look up at him and he leans in, kissing me passionately, lips still coated in sugar. I kiss back almost immediately. It wasn't like our hungry lust filled kisses we had shared before, it was slow, passionate, and of course tasted like powdered sugar. But it made my heart skip a beat. I hands up slowly, moving to rest them on his shoulders. One hand coming to the back of his neck. This is the second time we've had a kiss like this that just makes me think maybe he does feel the same way about me as I do about him....
We eventually pulled away slowly and stood there staring at each other before I spoke with a smile.
"Sweet."
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Tommy's POV
It was around midnight and this party was more alive than ever. This is awesome! Earlier today Vince, Nikki and Y/N surprised with a birthday cake and some presents, and then I found out they were throwing me a big party! And we got to have it at our place this time, for the first time in a long time.
I'm having a blast, there's loud music, drugs, booze, and so many chicks to choose from I felt like a kid in candy store, I've already been with 2 tonight! This is turning out to be an awesome birthday.
At this point I was pretty drunk, Nikki has been practically forcing shots down my throat all night. He said I had to take 19 shots tonight because I'm turning 19. I don't mind though, I'm having fun.
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Y/Ns POV
October 4th 1981
I woke up around 1:30 in the afternoon definitely nursing a killer hangover, so I got up, walking toward the bathroom to get some Advil or something, but I hear the godawful sound of gagging and retching as I walk closer. The door was open and I saw Tommy on the ground, head in the toilet bowl, making me frown.
"Are you okay Tommy?" I ask.
He looks up at me.
"Yeah I'm okay don't worry about m-" he starts, but cuts himself off with a gag, leaning back into the toilet boil and throwing up again. I turn my head cringing.
I hesitate for a second before deciding I should still help no matter how gross it is.
I walk over to him, crouching down beside him and I pull his hair away from his face, my other hand coming down to rub the bare skin of his back.
Within a few minutes Nikki and Vince wake up and leave their rooms, Vince sees Tommy and I in the bathroom and cringes at the sight of Tommy emptying his stomach.
"Fuck dude you okay?" He asks.
"He drank waaaayyyyyy too much last night. Thank Nikki for that." I respond. Just then I hear Nikki yell from the other room.
"Damnnn Tommy you got like 5 chicks in your room!!" Nikki laughs.
"No way!" Vince smiles running to go look.
"2 of them in the bed 3 on the floor" Nikki laughs,
"5!!! Really tommy???" I ask.
"Not the time for a lecture Y/N." he says before throwing up again.
"You should probably get them outta here. Tommy's not doin' great." Vince says.
"You're right. Wake up ladies! Parties over!" Nikki yells.
After a few minutes Tommy's finally finished vomiting, and I help him up from his place on the ground.
"Are you okay now?" I ask.
"Yeah, thanks." He says looking down at me with a smile.
I walk Tommy to the couch where we both sit down, I wrap my arms around him and he rests his head in my shoulder, as I see women walking out the door. The place is completely trashed and there's still a few people here, crashed out on the floor, on the couch, and at the kitchen table. But they weren't there for long as Nikki and Vince went around waking them up and kicking them out.
If you told my younger self that I would be living with 3 sleazy rockers in a mess of an apartment holding my hungover friend after a night of partying, drinking, and cocaine I would've told you you're crazy.
But here I am.