Imagine Alice Cooper And David Bowie Writing A Rock Opera Together

Logan: Wade, can I ask you a question?

Wade: You just did.

Logan: Okay, can I ask you two questions?

Wade: You just did.

Logan, frustrated: OKAY, CAN I ASK YOU FOUR QUESTIONS?!

Wade: You just did.

Logan: When?!

Wade: Just now.

Logan: I can't believe you've done this.....

Wade: I'm sorry I didn't know-!

Logan, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE ASSHOLE!

Wade: *slams books down in front of Logan*

Wade: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night.

Logan: You could of said literally anything else.

Wade: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble.

Logan: I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now.

Gene and Paul Stanley having comfort sex? Gene Complimenting and worshiping him, Making him feel Loved and Appreciated after the Awful day he has had plz? ^^

The Pick Me Up

Gene/Paul, stardemon, Paul just had a lousy time, Gene is there for him, I think i implied this is Revenge era

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Paul pouted, looking at his reflection in the mirror and observing all of the little details of his face. He sure wasn't looking much younger anymore, and he'd let himself grow facial hair for once in his career. He sighed through his nose, shaking his head and brushing out a few tangles that had formed in his long hair. Nothing in particular had happened today, Paul just wasn't feeling all too hot. Some days he was great, energized, excited, ready to conquer anything in his path. Other days, he just felt awful, sluggish, tired, especially after messing up during practice earlier in the day. He didn't usually fuck things up like that. Paul leaned against the door and slid down to the floor, rubbing his temples. He jolted when he heard a knock on the bathroom door, grabbing the counter for support as he pulled himself up and opened the door.

"Sorry for taking so long."

"Hey no, it's alright." Gene mumbled gently to him, observing his face. "I think you need a break."

"Ditto."

The other man held his arms out toward Paul, embracing him in a warm and loving hug.

"Let me treat you tonight. You deserve it, especially after all of the rough shit we've been through lately."

"Gene, don't spend any money on me-"

"Never said I would need to."

He pushed a strand of hair behind his right ear, pressing a gentle, feather-light kiss to his cheek, opting for his lips instead, giving them a soft peck. A grin pulled at Paul's lips.

"I trust you."

Gene was pleased with that, taking his hands and coaxing him out to their bedroom, laying him back onto the pillows and silky bed sheets.

"Just let me take care of you tonight, my star prince."

He started removing the top Paul was wearing, pecking his lips over and over, hands wandering the expanse of chest hair, fingers ghosting over his nipples. Paul relaxed into him, letting out soft breaths and laying back on the pillows, like a pillow prince. Gene pressed heated kisses to his throat, pulling his pants down to follow the shirt in a pile next to them.

"Look at you.. look how beautiful your body is.. these damn hips." His hands held Paul's hips as he talked, then further down. "You're so gorgeous, Paul. Even 20 years after knowing you, you still look radiant."

"You flatter me, Gene." He giggled lightly.

He grinned, shimmying boxers down his thighs, pushing them off and freeing the frontman's cock. His left hand rummaged through their bedside table drawer, pulling a small bottle of lube out. He clicked the top open, pouring just enough over Paul's tip to help with slicking it up, fingers already getting to work, gliding up and down the length, spreading the lube around. Paul let out a pleased groan from his throat. Gene leaned forward, kissing him lovingly as his wrist moved to provide him all the pleasure.

"You're so stunning.. you've worked so hard lately, you really deserve this." He whispered to him, now kissing his jawline.

He shuddered, hands moving up to Gene's hair and brushing it through his fingers.

"Gene..~"

"Shh, baby, let me do this for you~"

His strokes picked up pace just slightly, whispering more praise and peppering kisses all over Paul's body, leaving no inch of his skin untouched and unloved. Even as he got closer, Gene had his full attention to his wants and needs, encouraging him to come as much as he needed, until he made an absolute mess of himself. Both were panting, Paul leaning up for another loving kiss, moaning happily into Gene's mouth, then caressing the side of his face, fingers scratching lightly at the facial hair that Gene too had grown.

"I love you so much."

The bassist smirked, getting nose to nose with him. "I love you too."

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Wade: Can we get a birthday cake?

Logan: It’s not your birthday.

Wade: The cake won’t know!

Royals Chapter 1 (Tommy x Nikki)

Title: Royals Chapter 1

Summary:  Tommy’s hiding a secret from the rest of the band. He hoped it would never come out, but somehow, it did.

Warnings: Maybe just some language for this chapter

AN: Hi guys! So this fic is nowhere near done, but I need some motivation to work on it so I decided to post this first chapter. Feedback will be very appreciated!

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I don't need therapy I need to go to a Queen concert

Logan: Why do you hang out with me?

Wade: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me!

Logan: …

Logan: I feel a bit sorry for you.

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Hello everyone!

This fic is inspired by Angst prompt 5 of this post:  “My heart tells me to kiss you, my head tells me to walk away.” The amazing @saint-of-los-angeles helped me with it and if you haven’t, go check her works because she’s amazing!

Pairing: Nikki x Tommy, Terrorcest Warnings: mention of drugs and lots of angst 

Summary: It’s Tommy’s wedding and Nikki has to cope with the idea of losing the love of his life.

Tommy’s wedding was, indeed, supposed to be a day of celebration.

But what’s the point of celebrating the loss of the person you love the most in the world?

All dressed in white, Tommy Lee looked like the most beautiful creature Sixx had ever seen, an angel sent straight from heaven just for Nikki. Nikki knew every single inch of the skin underneath those clothes, the tattoos he loved to trace, the taste of the salt on Tommy’s body. He knew the shades of Tommy’s voice, the way they changed when he smiled, or when he cried. 

Despite all of this, Nikki was there, in a stupid black and white tux that he hated, looking at his life-long love marrying another person.

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Mupp My Life Into Pieces.

This is my last resort!