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[bebeeebado]

''Loving you was like loving the dead''

[cr33pygr33nlight]

me too pete me too

[ninosferatu]

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,039

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Year posted - 2023

The nights had been particularly cold the past few days, snow falling from the sky lazily, and covering the city in an icy blanket. To add on top of it all the furnace within (Y/n)'s home was admittedly weak, only just barely keeping the home warm enough to prevent anyone from seeing their breath.

The guys had all come over either in the day to have a few beers, and just bullshit. Something they always did when they needed a good break from their work. But as the snow progressed throughout the day, everyone decided it would be safest to just stay at (Y/n)'s house until morning at least.

Everyone was gathered in the spacious living room, chatting away while some cheesy horror film played on the TV. Josh and Kenny sat beside eachother on the loveseat, while Johnny and Peter sat on the couch. (Y/n) on the other hand lay stretched out on the futon, three of her largest blankets encasing her to the point where you could only see her face, a sight that made each of the guys smile in endearment.

"Comfortable?" Peter asked with an amused grin, the sight making (Y/n) smile. "Very." She hummed as she snuggled deeper into the blankets. "I don't know how you're not being crushed under all that weight." Josh teased with a chuckle. "Hey I'm freezing I'd let an elephant lay on me right now if it meant I'd be warm." (Y/n) sassed playfully.

"Well we don't have an elephant, but we do have one Peter Steele." Kenny joked, prodding at Pete subtlety for his "secret" crush on (Y/n). "You'd crush me Petey?" She asked with great big puppy dog eyes. "Eh I wouldn't wanna hurt you." He responded casually, trying to ignore his racing heart. "But I'll let you lay on me so you can warm up." He added after sipping his drink, his hands shaking a tiny bit from his sudden nervousness.

"Please!" She flung her arms out from beneath the blankets, reaching out with grabby hands. The sight made the guys chuckle, and making it impossible for Peter to ever think about denying her. "Alright." He muttered before rising from his spot by Johnny.

(Y/n) peered up at him with almost bashful eyes, a blush dusting her cheeks when he hoisted her up into his arms, blankets and all. Quickly he made himself comfortable on the futon and pulled (Y/n) to lay against his chest.

"Thanks Pete." She mumbled shyly as he tugged at the sides of her blankets, smoothing them out so she would remain warm. "You're welcome sweetheart." He whispered as he bumped his nose against the side of her head, the sight of the two making the guys all grin.

"What the hell happened to your furnace anyways?" Kenny asked, breaking the endearing moment. "It's always sucked." (Y/n) shrugged casually, finding herself relaxing against Peter, his body heat warming her better than her blankets. "We'll take a look at it tomorrow, maybe we can fix it." Peter offered, the guys all nodding in agreement. "Thanks guys." (Y/n) beamed at her friend's, beyond grateful of them.

*Short and sweet.

[viverememento61]

My baby really loves to dance

[wiebug]

" and now i know why girls hate boys - cause' eve was in fact r4ped, r4ped. "

peter steele; type o negative

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

In her place one hundred candles burning As salty sweat drips from her breast Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... Black lipstick stains on her glass of red wine I am your servant, may I light your cigarette? Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get...

𝔗𝔶𝔭𝔢 𝔒 𝔑𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 - 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔗𝔬 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 (𝔏𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔚𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔫)

[vanalex]

[tentaclesofhate]

𝔗𝔶𝔭𝔢 𝔒 𝔑𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 - Life Is Killing Me - released June 17th, 2003

(European cassette release)

[typeosilver]

scenario ⸝⸝ it's somewhere around the time range 1980s-1990s, and the keyboardist of a band has arrived. josh silver from type o negative. given he wasn't used to the modern technology, he tries out an app his bandmates and friends have been using, ‘tumblr.’

headcanons ⸝⸝ josh is pansexual and is boyflux, meaning his gender fluctuates between non-female aligned genders, so he could be nonbinary, he could be demiboy, he could be whatever. just not female aligned. in this he's also dating peter bcz they kinda zesty.

other info & facts ⸝⸝ josh is jewish, surprisingly enough. he's somewhere around 6'2-6'3. he's also in another band called fallout, which lead to the band carnivore. despite you can't usually hear him, he does do backup vocals in type o negative, he's usually harmonized with kenny.

[bebeeebado]

All through mass manual stimulation. Salvation.. Corpus Christi... She needs... Corpus Christi... Corpus Christi...

[cr33pygr33nlight]

pete dancing💚

(what is kenny doing😭)

[yuritestikov]

⚡🤔⚡

[afterglow-tommylee]

Chapter 30. In A New York Minute

New York City New York, November 15 2002

"...no I know... I know baby..." I say holding my cell phone to my ear as I stand in front of the floor length mirror in my hotel room trying to decide what to wear. 

I had set up a gig for Damageplan in New York to have some record labels scout them for a potential deal. They had a few offers over the last couple of months but nothing that they felt were right for them, so I sent out a couple of invites to some independent labels and it seems that a representative from Elektra records got word on their gig tonight at Irving Plaza. 

"Fuck, I can't fucking believe after everything, she'd fuckin' pull this shit. We were finally in a good place and then this..." Tommy says to me.

"I know baby," I say.

Tommy had to stay back home and meet with his lawyers about what to do with the custody lawsuit that Pam had served him with. When we came home after the Vegas Hard Rock Cafe and Casino opening, Pam had decided to stop visitation with Brandon and Dylan. We weren't even able to have the boys for Christmas which broke Tommy's heart, and mine too of course. It totally came out of nowhere. She's claiming that because of everything that has happened in the past between her and Tommy, along with accusations of him still doing drugs and partying, he's somehow not fit to have visitation for long periods of time. 

It's absolutely insane. I have no idea where she got the idea to do this but it's completely uncalled for. Everything that she is claiming is a complete lie and it doesn't make sense given the fact that though her and I have only engaged with each other maybe a handful of times - most of the time when we're picking up the boys or if it's a drop off to our house, she has the nanny do it and pretends she isn't home - we've always been fine with each other. Like, we're definitely not friends but we're civil when it comes to Brandon and Dylan. She knows Tommy has been clean since '98 and yes he does have a few drinks here and there but it's never to the point where he's out of control and it's never around the boys. 

"I fuckin' wish I could be there with you baby," He says so sweetly. 

"I know, I wish you could be here too. It's weird here without you. I miss you," I say. It's the first time we've been apart since before we got married. I hate that we're apart. I know it's only been a few days so far but I miss him like crazy, and I hate that he has to meet with his lawyers alone. 

"I miss you so fuckin' much. You're the only one that can keep me sane during all this shit. You're the only fuckin' thing that's good in my life, I swear," He pauses, then after a few moments he says, "Alright enough about my shit...how's everything going there?"

"Uh, well the gig is tonight and I'm so fucking nervous. There's a rep from Elektra records that somehow heard about the show and he's showing up tonight -"

"Really, who babe? Is it Tom?"

Tom Zuaut was the guy who originally signed Motley to Elektra back in '82 after he saw the guys play live and heard their To Fast For Love Album on their own label at the time, Leathur Records. 

"I have no idea, I just know that there are a couple of labels interested in them and I'm freaking out," I say as I toss the shirt that I was holding onto the bed and pick up my plain black long sleeve dress, holding it to myself in the mirror trying to decide what would be better.

"Awe baby, don't freak out, you got this, you know you do," He says.

"Maybe... I don't know... I swear it feels like I have no idea what I'm doing," I say apprehensively as I glance at myself in the mirror doubting everything like I usually do. "And it doesn't help that I have no idea what to wear,"

"What are you wearing right now?" He asks.

"Nothing, just my bra and underwear," I say as I frustratingly toss the plain black dress back onto the bed and flip my smooth freshly straightened locks out of my face. 

"The little black lacy ones?" He asks and I raise my eyebrow at him even though I know he can't see me.

"Tommy," I say firmly.

"What? Fuck I can't help it, I miss you god damn it," He says, his Californian accent coming though and I giggle. I then glance at the clock on the bedside table and realize I am now running late.

"Shit, I'm sorry baby I gotta go, I've got like a half hour to get ready and get over to the venue," I say sadly. I really didn't want to hang up with him. Fuck why can't he be here with me. 

"Ok babe, it's ok... do what you gotta do,"

Once we hang up with each other after professing our love for each other once more, I set my phone down on the bed to try and figure out what to wear again, it buzzes with a text message.

TOMMY: I fuckin' love you so fuckin' much!

I smile to myself as I pick up my phone, then type,

ANDI: I love you so fuckin' much too, you have no idea, but I have a question...

TOMMY: What baby?

ANDI: Can you tell me what to wear cause I'm drawing a fucking blank here 

TOMMY: 😂🤣

ANDI: No seriously, help me

TOMMY: Baby, you are gonna look so fuckin' hot no matter what you wear, stop stressin'

ANDI: Ok... I love you, I'll text in a bit

I then set my phone back down and stare at the clothing that I have strewn across the bed, then finally decide on going with my black lacy long sleeve mini dress, that barely covered my ass - or it felt like it anyways- which was slightly see through but not too bad, and my black Louis Vuitton pumps. I check myself in the mirror once more, feeling like I still look metal enough, with some sexiness thrown in there. I then grab my leather jacket, giving myself one last internal pep talk, grab my phone and head out the door.

***

Irving Plaza New York City, New York November 15 2002

I arrived at the venue a short while later, just as they were opening for the evening. As I head inside, I show my ID and pass, then I'm directed to the backstage area where all of the dressing rooms are. I make my way down the long fluorescent lit hallway, hearing music booming from a couple of the rooms. Once I approach the door with "Damageplan" labeled on the front, I slowly turn the knob and open the door, seeing everyone inside laughing and having fun.

"Andi! You made it darlin'" I hear Dime's booming voice over everyone as I make my way over to him by the mini bar.

"I did, can you believe it?" I smile at him and he laughs as he embraces me in a hug.

"Hey, sweetie," He says in that southern drawl as he holds me.

"Hey you, how are you? You good?"" I ask as we hold each other for a few more moments.

"I am fuckin' awesome sweetie, I can't fuckin' wait to get out there let me tell ya," He says happily as we let go of each other. I then greet Rita who was beside him and she embraces me in a hug as well. 

"Where's T-bone?' Dime asks as he finishes making me a drink and hands it to me.

"He's at home... some stuff he had to take care of," I say. 

"You guys ok?" Rita asks, concerned.

"Yes, yes of course," I say quickly. "Just some... personal shit" and I take a sip of my drink.  It wasn't my place to explain what was actually going on and I thought it was best just to leave it at that.

We then catch up some more, after I greet the rest of the band, tearing Vinny away from some lovely ladies to say hello and we go over how soundcheck went, since I hadn't talked to Kat Brook, their tour manager yet. I then go over how there will be a few label reps out in the audience, not to put any pressure on them but just so that they know, I'm doing whatever I can to help them get a deal, and a good one at that. Then once we had all of the business aspects out of the way, we all continued to relax and have a good time with the drinks flowing and what not before they went on. 

Dime, as sweet as he is, kept feeding me more Jack and Cokes. As soon as I finished one, he would immediately replace it with another telling me 'it's still only one drink.' 

I fucking love him.

Once I was feeling good, not drunk but just buzzed, more people showed up in the dressing room, obviously mostly friends of Vinny and Dime, I suddenly saw an extremely familiar face walk through the door. 

It was Kenny Hickey.

*** "I have never loved anyone in my life as much as I love you. I have never wanted anyone more than the way I want you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me - 

"Kenny - "

"I swear to fuck that I will never love anyone as much as I love you and I want you to marry me,"

"What?"

"I want you to marry me,"***

"Hey dude what's up," Dime says, breaking me out of my memory as Kenny walks over to us.

"Nothin' just heard you guys might get a record deal tonight, thought I'd see what's up," Kenny says in that Brooklyn accent of his as they embrace each other. 

"Well as long as Andi here, does her job... it's gonna happen," Dime jokes, winking at me once they pull away from each other.

"Very funny," I giggle and tap him playfully on his chest and he laughs. I then glance at Kenny as he looks at me with such a sweet look on his face.

He looks exactly the same - except with the addition of a goatee which suited him really well - he still looks the same with his jet black hair passed his shoulders,  wearing his leather jacket, a black button up shirt, black jeans and instead of those biker boots he used to wear he has now opted for black leather Doc Martens.

"Hey you," He says to me.

"Hey," I say with a sigh and a smile and after a couple of moments, he steps closer to me and embraces me in a hug. His embrace feels the same with the warmth of an old friend. His scent was even the same with that sweetness and musk that always made him smell so good.

"So... I guess it's been a while," Kenny says when he pulls away from me.

"Yea, I guess it has," I say. 

"You uh, you look good," He says quickly glancing over me, then his dark eyes catch mine again.

"Thank you," I say, glancing down at myself. "You're not so bad yourself," I add, glancing back up at him.

"What, this old thing? Pffft, It's just a trick of the light. If you saw me outside you'd be like 'OH MY GOD what is this ugly thing standing beside me'?" He says exaggeratedly, his voice husky, which makes me laugh. 

He really hasn't changed one bit.

"So you and Tommy Lee huh?"

"Yea," I say and he offers me a small smile.

"Yea, I can see that. I mean, he's a good guy, and maybe a little hyper, and could do without all that drama but - "

"Yea," I giggle. 

"He's a good dude," Kenny says. 

"Funny, you calling him hyper," I say remembering all the craziness between us at one time many years ago.

"Hey, I never said I wasn't at times, he just is like even more so," He chuckles and I laugh. 

"You happy?" He asks.

"Yea.. yea I am," I say with a smile.

"I can tell, you just have this like different way about you or somethin'," He says sweetly. "It's good. It's good to see that,"

"Thank you," I smile at him and then after a few moments I say,  "Well what about you? How are you?" 

"Me? Pffft... still the same y'know... I mean, we're uh just finishing up recording and uh yea... I got married a couple of years ago, and have a couple of kids now..."

"Really? No way," I say happily.

"Yea, 2 girls. Megan just turned 6 and Aliyah is 5 months," Kenny chuckles with a smile.

"Awe, Kenny, that's amazing," I smile at him.

"Thank you," He smiles back at me.

"Uh, I should probably check on everything out there, see if any of the record label reps have shown up yet," I say, pushing my dark smooth locks behind my ear.

'Uh, yea, sure," Kenny says and I smile and gently touch his forearm, then step over to Dime, telling him the same thing. Dime then leans into me to embrace me in another hug, which makes me giggle. 

We then let go of each other, and I finished my drink, and made my way through everyone, greeting anyone that I might have missed before. Once I am outside in the fluorescent hallway, I slowly walk down towards the backstage door, taking my phone out if my jacket pocket and checking some emails. 

To be honest, it was weird. It was weird being in there with Kenny. We hadn't talked since I left him back on New Year's day in '95. I remember that feeling I felt when I broke his heart, and even though we've definitely moved on, he just brought up all those feelings of sadness and guilt. I never meant to hurt him. I just needed to get out of there.

After I gather myself, and take a deep breath, I open the backstage door and see the crowd that had gathered inside the venue. It was awesome to see just how fast the place had filled up. I wasn't sure who I would be looking for, but I was told to look out for a guy with a specific pass that he would be wearing. I made my way around the crowd sticking close to the wall of the main area, then the lights went down and the crowd began to cheer as the band climbed up on stage. 

"Hey fuckers! How ya feeling tonight?" The crowd cheers as Patrick shouts into the mic. "Alright let's do this!!!!"

They immediately break into 'Breathing New Life', Vinny's drumming just crushing the entire place as the crowd goes insane. It was so cool to see everyone just going absolutely crazy. A mosh pit had already broken out with guys just slamming into each other.

As they play into the next few songs of their set, I watch from the sidelines, staying close to the wall, still scanning the crowd for the label reps. I then decide to make my way into the crowd, and I see an older gentleman with that special pass I was told about. I take in a deep breath, give myself one last internal pep talk, walk straight up to him and introduce myself with my charming sweetness that I'm known for. 

"...right, right you're Mrs Lee?"

"Yes, yes I am," I say with a smile and extend my hand for him to shake.

"I'm Tom, Tom Zutaut from Elektra records,"

Oh my god, holy shit, how did...? Wait, what the fuck? I had no idea... Ok Andrea calm down, you got this.

"It's so good to finally meet you," I smile at him as he shakes my hand. I can't believe this is the same guy that signed Motley Crue, and it's even weirder that Tommy mentioned him earlier.

"You as well. So uh, you manage these guys huh?" He asks with a smile gesturing to the band as the loudness of Dime's guitar screams over the crowd.

"Yes, I do. I uh, did some temp work with Dime and Vinny years ago when they were in Pantera and uh, I used to manage - "

"Soundgarden right?"

"Yes," I giggle.

"I saw Soundgarden open for Guns N' Roses on the Use Your Illusion tour back in '92. Man, Chris Cornell is a powerhouse, and Guns N' Roses... now there's a band I'm kicking myself for," He chuckles.

"Well, I promise, you won't kick yourself if you sign Damageplan," I smile sweetly and he glances at me up and down for a moment, then looks back up at the band.

"So, you know why I'm here then?" He says with a smirk. 

"Pretty much." I say, then suavley but firmly using my sweetness as best I could, I add "Look, I know you are interested in them, I mean just look at this fucking crowd. What band - an absolute balls to the wall metal band in this day and age can pull a crowd like this? I mean sure it's Dime and Vinny from Pantera, but it's Dime and Vinny from Pantera! You can just feel the fucking energy in this entire place. Now who wouldn't want that captured on a record?" 

It was like I wasn't me. I suddenly switched on this whole other version of myself that was confident and determined, that knew her shit and knew that going with a major label would be amazing for Damageplan. 

"Y'know, I've seen lots of women who have been involved with Tommy Lee, and let's face it, most of them were questionable... well aside from Heather. He's uh, definitely an impulsive guy - "

"Sorry, Mr. Zutaut with all do respect, this has nothing to do with my husband. Yes I manage him too, but this is my thing. I've been in this business since I was 18 years old. I know this shit inside out and backwards, and I know that if you don't sign these guys, you are going to regret it the same way you're still kicking yourself for passing on Guns N' Roses," 

He stands there in front of me as I keep my composure looking right at him, determined to make him understand that I don't need to rely on anyone to do me a favor just because of who I know or who I am married to. 

Tom then gives me a smirk and with a chuckle says, "Well, now I see why he married you. You're definitely not like anyone he's ever been with,"

I keep my gaze locked to him and I could see the wheels turning in his mind. He glances back towards the band, then back at me.

"Alright, you got me," He says and extends his hand for me to shake. 

Holy Shit! Holy Fucking Shit!

"Thank you," I smile sweetly, shaking his hand, then he offers me his business card and sets up a time to meet, and heads out of the main area to make a call to the label to set things in motion. 

I turn back to the crowd just going insane and watching the guys up on stage doing their thing. I couldn't believe this was happening. I fucking got them a record deal. It's just so fucking crazy how I never thought that as an all out fan that I am of Dime and Vinny, how we ended up becoming friends and so close that they wanted me to be their manager, and now I got them deal. This just doesn't even seem real. 

I then make my way back through the crowd, feeling so incredibly excited and I see Kenny on the far side near the backstage entrance. I couldn't help it, I needed to tell someone. 

"We fuckin' did it!" I say excitedly when I reach him.

"Whoa, hey Andi - " He laughs.

"They got a deal, they got a fucking record deal!" I yelp excitedly and without even thinking about it I wrap my arms around his shoulders, embracing him in a hug and for a moment he hesitates, and then he wraps his one arm around me, while his other hand still holds his drink.

"Andi, that's amazing!" He laughs and after a few moments of us holding each other, I realize how weird this must be for him and as I pull away and look up at him, his arm still holds me, his dark eyes catching mine for just a moment.

"Uh, sorry, I shouldn't have... um" I trail off suddenly feeling like I was out of line.

"Andi, it's ok,"

"No, I should just... I need to..." I trail off again and then step away from his embrace.

"Andi!" Kenny calls for me as I flip my locks out of my face, quickly making my way to the backstage entrance. I open the door and step out into the hallway, the music echoing from the other side and I make my way down the hallway towards the dressing room. 

"Andi...? Andi wait," Kenny says as the backstage door slams behind him and I turn around seeing him walk towards me. "Why'd you run away? It's just me," He chuckles as he stops in front of me.

"I know but like, we don't really know each other anymore, and I didn't mean to just jump onto you like that - "

"It's still me, I'm still the same guy, and you didn't jump on me -"

"I was just so excited and happy and Tommy isn't here and Lizzy isn't either so I didn't have anyone to share it with, and I didn't think about -"

"Andi, I said it's ok," Kenny says so sweetly to me as he stands in front of me with those same sweet dark eyes glancing over me.

"But it shouldn't be, you should still be mad at me or hate me for what I did," I say sadly, feeling the guilt creeping up after all these years.

"Andi I never hated you. Yea, you broke my heart but I never hated you. I loved you too much back then to hate you," He says and I bring myself to look into his eyes.

"I'm so fucking sorry, for everything, for leaving the way I did, for - "

"Andi stop, it's ok. I've long forgiven you for all that shit years ago. You do not need to carry around that guilt," He says, still looking into my eyes.

"Promise?" I say with a little chuckle.

"Yes," He says with a small smile and after a few moments he leans in and wraps his arms around me, embracing me and all I could feel was this incredible relief. Then he says  "So are we friends now or what?"

"Yes Kenny, we're friends," I laugh.

*****

Malibu California, November 16 2002

"Delayed? Are you fuckin' serious?" Tommy says as I hold my cell to my ear.

"I'm sorry babe I know - " I say.

"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault, but like fuck... I just want you to come home so bad," He says and I could hear the frustration in his voice. But what he doesn't know is that my plane isn't actually delayed and I'm pulling up to our house right now.

"I know, I want to be home so bad, where I can just be with you, in our bed - "

"Oh baby don't start with that, you have no idea," He says, his voice now showing a different type of frustration and I giggle.

"I'll call you when I'm about to board ok?" I say as I glance at the cab driver through the rearview mirror, touching my finger to my lips to hush him before he can tell me the price of the fare. I quickly pay the cab and open the door, sliding out with my carry on bag and closing the door as quietly as I could hoping Tommy didn't hear the car door.

"You better, cause I'm gonna drive like a maniac to the airport to pick you up once you land," He says and I laugh as I make my way up the walkway to our house.

"I love you baby," I say as I open the door to our house.

"I love you too baby - uh, hold on a sec, I think I hear someone at the door..."

"You hear someone? Who?" I say with a sly smirk.

"What the fuck - ?" He says, hearing his voice in my cell phone and in the living room at the same time. He then appears in the doorway of the living room, the phone still to his ear, the natural light of the early afternoon sun making his nose ring sparkle and wearing nothing but just his red Adidas tear away track pants, showing off his impressive and gorgeous tattoos. 

"No fuckin' way," He says and drops the phone to the floor as I drop my bag and he quickly rushes to me, lifting me up while I let out a squeal of laughter.

"Jeezus fuckin' Christ, I fuckin' missed you," He says excitedly through clenched teeth as I wrap my arms around him, his lips pressed to my neck, then my throat, to my earlobe, then my jawline, making me laugh and loving every second of it. 

"I missed you too baby," I sigh, closing my eyes, threading my fingers through his thick dark locks and pressing my lips to his, devouring him, sucking his bottom lip. Then without wasting anymore time, he carries me over to the stairs 

"Baby - " I say against his lips.

"Shhh no talk... sex... now," He says in between his kisses making me laugh as he carries me to our bedroom.

[vanalex]

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔗𝔶𝔭𝔢 𝔒 𝔑𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 - 𝔈𝔲𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔫 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔖𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔩 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔱𝔳 (յգգճ)