#Tracii's ass

[electric-gypsy88]

Could you please write some stories about Tracii and Phil? About that Tracii got his bare ass in his food and the fans ate it up and Phil scolded him because he mess up the tour bus🤪

I wish it would be a funny and cute story 🥰

Thank you🤍🩵💙

AAAAAAAAAAAAH LOOOOL YEAH!!!!!!!! 🤣🤩

Hope you like it, also, the end is very cute lol 🥹❤️✨️🫠

You Messed the Fuckin Bus Up!!!

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1992 (i do believe)

Another drunk night in L.A. - Tour Bus

🦇 Hollywood Vampires Tour 🦇

26 year old Tracii was drunk, drinking his Jack Daniels Bottle, it was the half of the second of it.

— Heya, Phil! D'ya wanna see something? — he chuckled, almost falling off his feet

— No. — Phil looked at him

— Please, bud-dy! — he chuckled

— Tracii, please! — Phil turned over to his drunk friend

— Please, stop being so boring! — Tracii laughed and stumbled towards Phil

Phil sighed and held his friend up from the floor

— Sit ya fuckin butt over there! — Phil said, firmly

— Okay man... — Said Tracii, whose eyes caught the salad plate over the counter

He got up and pulled his pants off, climbing onto the counter and that's when his ass reached the salad

— heheeeeeeeeeee ASSparagus! — Tracii chuckled

Then he climbed off and pulled his pants up, he tried fixing his belt but gave up cuz he couldn't find the buckle holes anyway

He sat on the couch again, laughing and smiling kindly as he saw some fans getting in

— If you're hungry, there is asparagus n' salad over there — he smiled and pointed at the food

— Ooooh, good thing! We're really hungry! — one of the girls smiled

— Get it! — The guy smiled

Theh started eating the ASSparagus, Tracii just giggled and then started

— Can i tell you guys a secret? — he looked at them

Both looked at him, curiously

So he went :

— I got my bare ass in it! — he giggled

The couple gagged and the guy dropped the plate off to the tour bus floor, leaving it dirty and breaking up the plate, oddly enough, that was the EXACT moment Phil barged in

— WHAT-THE-FUCK?! — He yelled

— YOUR FILTHY FRIEND GOT HIS BARE ASS INTO THE FOOD! — the lady yelled back

— How can someone do this to such an amazing food! — the guy commented in disbelief

Phil looked at Tracii, also in disbelief

— Go your ways, okay? Here are some dollars for a better food on the road, and... it was nice to meet you both anyway — Phil looked at the couple as they left the bus

He watched them by the window, then he set his serious sights at Tracii, who was chuckling like a child

— Now ya see what ya did? — he said, — WHY DID YOU DO THAT? LOOK AT ALL THAT FUCKIN MESS!

He continued — You're going to clean this when you're sober, alright? D'ya hear me?

Tracii kinda lost his childlike - drunk - smile and watched Phil leaving the bus

— But well, before i really leave — Phil came back and gave Tracii a deep kiss on his face

— wait! — Tracii took his hand

— Let's go, you need some rest — Phil took him to the bed, his room and let Tracii lay in his bed

Well this is the end... for now :) hope ya like it ���︎

[maggie-eatsregulusblack]

AWOO I HAVE MORE ANGST BITCHES IM BACK

we're gonna ignore that this band has wuite literally less than 30 fics under the tag so shhhh i know people somehkw dont read or know them that much shhhhhhh

Triggers: Suicide, implied eating disorder, graphic description of death/suicide, blood, alot of blood, implied somesort of depression, suicide note

Relationship: Phil Lewis/Tracii Guns – romantic implied but not sexual

read under the cut!!

“Hey, have you eaten? You’ve been in your room all day,” Phil had asked,

No, he had not.

Tracii had not taken a single bite all day, unless the pill he swallowed counted, it didn't, right? Tracii didn't even know why he suddenly decided to go downstairs, guess he did rather show himself alive than have his bandmates come and see the ginormous mess in his room. 

“mhm.”

The guitarist mumbled, blankly staring at Phil, he wasn't even sure if Phil had heard him, seeing the confused look on the singer's face. Tracii nodded, apparently having been a little too quiet. He was in no state to talk, or even make a sound. 

“...You alright, Tracii?”

No, he was not.

Tracii looked completely defeated, tired, dark and puffy eyes and his hair messy as if they’d come back from a gig, they weren't on tour. Tour ended months ago. Tracii was wrecked, inside and out, a mess, less than a mess that he was in his head, though he could hide that part, for now. 

“Hey,”

Phil said, his face twisting in a concerned frown, Tracii wasn't paying a single bit of attention. 

“Tracii.”

Still no response, he had no energy to respond, why should he?

“Tracii, earth to the guitarist over here.”

Phil lightly clapped his hands in front of Tracii’s face, earning a blink of acknowledgement from him. 

“Answer me, are you alright?”

“mhm.”

Simple, expressionless, dry answer, why should he put more effort into it? Phil didn't deserve it, though, what did he ever do? it was Tracii’s fault, of course it was. It always was. 

“I love you, okay?”

Tracii still didn't reply, standing there still, unmoving as Phil hugged him. He could see the hint of sadness in the singer’s eyes when Phil pulled away and their eyes met, it was his fault. It was his fault for not replying, not saying a single word or making an effort to show affection, appreciation. Phil nearly looked like he was gonna cry, it was his fault. 

He turned away from the singer, walking back to his room without a word. Tracii could swear he heard a silent wince coming from behind him, he didn't turn to check. 

The door closed behind him, he made sure to close it gently, don’t slam it, Kelly doesn't like that. He didn't want to make Kelly upset, the bassist didn't do anything, it would be Tracii’s fault. He reached for his record player, the record played quietly, don’t turn it up so loud, Mick doesn’t like that. It wasn’t his usual taste, but it was soft, quiet, and comforting. He took slow, quiet steps to his bed, don’t walk too loud, the floors creak, Steve doesn’t like that. Tracii had everything how he wanted it to be, comfortable for his friends, lover, too. He came second. He had planned this out, carefully, he wasn't gonna drag this out any longer. He threw up everyday, hair unhealthy and starting to fall out, he hadn’t eaten for days. He passed out nearly daily, he felt like he was deteriorating every time he moved, he hasn't slept for days. Don’t be unorganized, it will make you and everyone else stressed, Phil doesn't like that. Good that he had organized and set up everything. Phil, Kelly, Steve and Mick came first, then him. 

Tracii reached for his night stand from where he sat on his bed, opening the drawer. This will be quick, if it isn't, then I deserve it anyways. Was constantly going through his head. 

“Tracii, wake up, we have rehearsal in an hour.”

No answer came from the room, Phil was met with silence, other than the soft sound of music leaking through the thin walls. 

“Tracii, sweetheart. C’mon…”

He turned the door handle, not yet opening, just checking. Tracii had left his door unlocked. Phil knocked on the door gently, still no reply. He sighed, he assumed Tracii was just ignoring him, probably not wanting to go to rehearsal, it wouldn't be the first time.

Phil slowly opened the door, the scene that greeted him making him stop. He froze, completely quiet. Tears fell, he didn't even know they’d formed till he felt the wet streaks become cold from the air. 

Blood, everywhere. Well, not everywhere. It felt like everywhere, everything looked red, blood. Tracii’s blood. Once white bed sheets were now red. Once clean, poster covered walls were now red. Once only trash covered floors were now red. The whole corner was painted in a bloody color. Painted by Tracii, using Tracii. Tracii’s own blood. 

The singer wanted to scream, he couldn't, Tracii wasn't dead. He couldn't be, this was a dream, he would wake up soon, very soon. He tried to convince himself. But Tracii was dead. Whether he wanted Tracii to be or not. The tears continued silently but continuously rolling down his cheeks, he hadn't even let go of the door handle yet, he hadn't moved a single inch. 

He simply stared, wide eyed, unsure what to do, trying to process the sight. Tracii, folded in a position he didn't even think was possible, blood everywhere, soaked into the bed, dripped onto the floor. The blood had dried. Everything was blood stained. A hand sized pocket knife laying loosely in Tracii’s hand. That couldn't have been sharp. It would take minutes before even an average deep cut would have been made. 

Phil was sure he would have seemed insane, standing still in the doorway, his frame blocking the red coloured scene in front of him. He’d never see red the same again. He had been standing for who knows how long, he couldn't bring himself to move. He couldn't just step inside, not into the red covered room, he no longer liked red. Nor could he just walk away, not when Tracii was lying lifeless in his blood soaked bed. The longer the quiet music from Tracii’s record player kept playing, the more eerie it sounded. It sounded off, out of tune, played wrong, maybe the record was scratched, or the player had a malfunction somewhere in the box, maybe it was the aml that was old and broken, hanging on its last string before it would ultimately break and die. Like Tracii, except his string was already cut, he already broke and died. 

Tracii’s room was a complete mess, that stupid, ugly, shitty color red plastered all over it. Glass was all over the floor, shattered, cut up, slit. Like Tracii, except it was his throat. Trash was left everywhere, closets wide open as were cupboards, all items scattered across the room, messy, out of place. Like the knife in Tracii’s hand, except it was only out of place for Phil. Each mirror had been broken, slammed onto the floor, and into shards that were everywhere. Like Tracii, throat broken by the cut, his blood everywhere. The posters half torn off the walls, ripped apart and gone. Like Tracii, his throat ripped apart with his life gone.

It took Phil over 20 minutes for it to get to him, slowly realizing what he was looking at. Oh my god. He’s dead. It repeated in his mind like a mantra. He barely made a sound, still, a quiet, broken up, “no”, leaving his mouth. That was all he could say. Phil was aware of everything, the blood, the mess, the glass, the mirror shards, the ripped posters, Tracii. His eyes scanned the room bit by bit, the tears falling like a faucet from his eyes. He’d never forget the note. That handwriting. That color pen. Red. It wasn't a pen. Blood. Tracii’s blood. 

I turned the music down for you, Mick. I didn’t slam the door for you, Kelly. I didn’t make the floors creak, Steve. I planned this all out and organized the schedule for you, Phil. Sorry I didn't clean the room first, sorry if I left a bloody mess. I’m sorry for being here. I hope I didn't wake any of you up while leaving. Be happier without me.

I love you. I’m sorry.

                                             Tracii

okay yeah i forgot to slant and shit like half of what was supposed to be but im lazy and i did do all of the things on the Ao3 version so it makes more sense in there possibly😍

[siliconesoul]

L.A. Guns

[julessworldd]

Requested by anon.. poly guns where the reader has hate from reporters about being with the boys. My poly reader is fem, language, mentions of being drunk, smut implied between Izzy and the reader, reader uses a knife to slash papers!

Being with a famous person has its perks and also the negatives in life. Fans being jealous and saying nasty things because you got with their idol. Reporters need a juicy story so they still have a job and the same with paparazzis. But going out with five rockstars of the biggest band in the world. It has its perks, each boy brings something wonderful and different. I love them with all my heart, would go to war for them. Here lately, nobody has said anything and our relationship has been amazing. Nobody has been fussing at each other, little too amazing to not have a storm coming in. But, why worry about the future if the present is so good?

Duff and Izzy had an interview, I tagged along since we haven’t had a day out. Even if they were working, the other boys had separate interviews and errands. Kelly Nickels and Tracii Gunns had an interview right after the boys. “So what’s Miss Y/n been up to?”, Kelly asked.

“Not much, just been at rehearsals with the boys. What about you guys?”, I asked. “Talking about an album, possibly, got a new car”, Kelly grinned. Kelly had always been one of my friends and supporters since I moved to LA. He was the one who pushed me to be with the boys, “Have fun because life is too short, buttercup”

The door opened, “Let’s go, Y/n”, Izzy said, kinda grumpy like. “Oh okay. See ya guys later”, I stood up and looked at Izzy. “Fucking hate people”, Izzy grumbled. I furrowed my eyebrows, “What happened, Iz?” He shook his head. “Izzy, spill”, I grabbed his hand, rubbing his knuckle with my thumb. “It’s nothing, Angel”, he smiled, rubbing my cheekbone. “Don’t lie to me, Jeffery”, I deadpanned. Duff was outside smoking, “Hey Michael! Why is Izzy being an ass now?” Duff dropped his cigarette. I never call them by their actual name unless I’m pissed off.

“I told you to tell her”, Duff rolled his eyes.

“I’m too pissed off”, Izzy grumbled. Duff narrowed his eyes at Iz. “God damn it, Izzy” “Tell me what?”, I asked. Duff sighed, looking at me with a sad look on his face. “Duff?” He pulled me to his car, “See ya at the house, Iz”

“Please don’t let me find out from MTV later in bed”, I said. “I know. Just don’t want your feelings hurt, baby girl”. Duff sighed, grabbing my hand. “You know we love you very very much, right?” ‘Ah hell, they’re breaking up with me. Now, big bird has to do it, the sensitive romantic one’ my mind said to myself. “The reporter said some very nasty comments about you and the relationship you have with us. Izzy pulled an Axl and left half way through the interview. Cussed the reporter out, I had to grab him before he did anything else. But nothing he said was true, we love you very much, baby”, Duff had tears in his waterline.

“Nothing, I’ve probably not heard before. I love you guys very much, nobody’s comments bother me anymore. Fuck, who cares who I’m fucking or how many at the moment. I wouldn’t trade our relationship for the world”, I sat on Duff’s lap. “I know,

Doodle. But just Izzy is upset and you know he hates reporters being nosey”, Duff rubbed my hip. “Yeah I know.. I love you, Duffy”, I kissed him passionately. “Do you care if I stay with Izzy tonight? He’s upset you know.” “Not a problem, gorgeous”, Duff smiled. “Don’t worry about the reporters okay?”duff said, taking me off his lap. “Fuck em”, I grinned. “Good girl”

We pulled in, everyone was home, everyone had already heard about the reporter. “You think he’s lit?” “Good chance, just come get me if he does anything mean. Love you baby”, Duff kissed my temple. Izzy was in his room, on his bed, bottle of Jack not open. “Knock knock”, I smiled.

“Hi baby doll. I’m so sorry”, Izzy got up from his spot. “Thank you for defending my honor, my knight in shining armor. I love you”, I kissed him, pulling him close to me. “Always will, Y/n”, he laid his forehead on mine. “Don’t tell the others but you’re my favorite”, I giggled. “Our secret, honey”

I woke up before Izzy, heading down to the kitchen. “Good morning” I smiled. “Here’s the mag about you, love”, Slash handed it to me. “Biggest whore in the world?”, I joked. “Just our whore, Y/n/n” Slash kissed my cheek. Y/n L/n, GNR’s latest groupie. Girl is busy with boys of the band 24/7

I walked over to the set of knives, “Excuse me, Duff”, I went back to the magazine. “Y/n!” Duff said as I slashed the magazine to pieces before going outside. “She seen the magazine Huh?”, I heard Axl say as I shut the door.

“Fucking reporters!”, I said, lighting a cigarette.

[mccoys-killer-queen]

Seeing Faster Pussycat/LA Guns/Tom Keifer Band in concert:

if you follow me on insta you know a LOT happened last night xD this is going to be a VERY long post I can just feel it. I gotta try and sort out my copious thoughts mixed in with all the events so we're gonna TRY doing this in chronological order:

*deep breath*

when I first got there 5 hours before showtime, I went inside to use the bathroom. Now this venue is relatively small, and they have a small restaurant upstairs (those are the bathrooms you have to use prior to doors). I went upstairs and I heard Tom soundchecking from there :o he was playing Don't Know What You Got (Til It's Gone) and it was making the room shake it was the greatest piss of my life

I was the 4th person in the general admission line and I was with these two guys, one of whom had a RAD hysteria tat and said I have Joe's (pyromania) haircut

this guy offered me free beer

one of these three people in front of me ended up being my "concert friend" (I'll refer to her as Robin) bc we talked so much and she's old enough to be my mom

Robin and the other two guys in front of me had VIP packages to see LA Guns' soundcheck so they left and I was first in line until only Robin came back

Slim Tender actually passed in front of us in line hours before doors opened but none of us really realized it was him

I got my photo pass and got in like 10 minutes before everyone else!! I ended up being front row at the barrier to stage left

Faster Pussycat's rhythm guitarist (Ronnie Simmons) gave me big Steve Clark vibes bc he's a skinny white boy with long hair who looked shy, did air split jumps while playing, and just in general felt Steve-y

Sam Bam is incredible and adorable just saying and FP sounded awesome like Taime sounds exactly the same as he did 30 years ago

They stole the fucking show I swear to god the night peaked with them imo

Phil was wearing a mesh tank top with a bandana and feathered hat he looked like a granddad trying too hard to be a pirate and the curly ass mustache didn't help

Phil looks like his 80s self is pretending to be old

Due to personal reasons I am now in love with Phil Lewis

he was dancing like a total dork it drove me insane I couldn't get enough

His speaking voice is so high???

Phil grabbed his left tiddy like twice during their set

guys I SWEAR I saw a tramp stamp on him with my own two eyes I SWEAR I saw it you gotta believe me

Phil pointing at my camera during the first fucking song and me not getting the shot ;-;

Phil replacing random lyrics with the words "Tracii Guns" (i.e. "nowww Tracii's breaking hearts in heaven")

Phil giving a speech about Tracii during Jayne and saying how he's been his best friend for over 30 years and how "no man has ever touched me like he has-"

Tracii: *pokes Phil's shoulder* C:

Phil: "-and I LIKED it"

Tracii: *pokes Phil's boob* C:

Ace apparently pulled his groin early in their set (I was on Tracii's side so I didn't see- I will elaborate more on this later)

since I was on the side of the stage with the exit, that meant the drinks were there too, so every time Tracii went into a solo, Phil would come over and would almost always interact with me and the teenage girls next to me

at one point I took advantage of this and I blew a kiss at him when he was in front of me, to which he went :O and slapped his cheek to show he "caught" it and I went fuckin ballistic

at the end of their set Phil grabbed one of Tracii's picks and crouched down in front of me and threw it to me (I CAUGHT IT)

was anyone going to tell me Tracii Guns is a dilf or-

I literally thought Johnny Martin was a woman the whole time- like I KNEW it had to be him but I was seriously second guessing myself because he just- he was in glasses and a scarf and a hat and he haS A VERY FEMININE BUILD

Phil saying he's happy to be "on top of this beautiful mountain again" (the venue is on top of a mountain) and it's so weird bc like ? this is just where I live? and he likes it? HE likes it??

apparently Phil complemented a girl on her tits during the show (she was showing a lot on purpose and bouncing a lot and he just kinda motioned bouncing tits with his hands and nodded- I'M TOLD- I didn't actually see any of this. Robin told me afterwards)

LA Guns stole the show I stg I had no idea how Tom was gonna top that it was the peak of my night

Tom was ethereal just saying he sounds T H E E. S A M E. HAS HE DID ON NIGHT SONGS.

Tom's knee high boots and tight pants hell yeah

Tom wasn't really playing with the crowd that much but he did slightly acknowledge me during Shelter Me by just kinda looking at me and singing

He played much more Cinderella than I expected I was LIVING

Tom saying we (him and the crowd) are basically related bc we're all from PA. So from this point onward I am related to Tom Keifer I didn't make these rules he said it himself

Tom during Nobody's Fool going "I SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM- *falls to his knees*" a capella, letting his voice absolutely shudder the whole building, and holding it forever and everyone going nuts what a fucking god

Tom betting we knew every word to Nobody's Fool which we DID

his playing just seems so smooth????

his wife Savannah being on backing vocals and them doing Don't Know What You Got (Til It's Gone) together was really cute ;-;

Before they did that Tom told us to "show him some Pennsylvania stars" (aka put our lights on during the song)

the stars actually coming out in the sky after the show ;-; <3

they did Long Cold Winter as an encore and I was dissociating thee whole fucking time so badly because I was THAT exhausted- like I didn't even recognize the song until the very end I was that out of it. I didn't have anything to drink- alcohol or not.

someone was holding a very good drawing they did of him and his wife the whole time and at the end of the set one of the roadies took it from her and brought it back, and came out a minute later asking if she wanted it back, to which she said they could keep it. SO yeah Tom and Savannah kept a fan's drawing of them ;-; <3

Tom's hair is still godly

I also never knew he has a nice butt 👌 and legs

When Tom was recording the video of the crowd he put on his insta he was like "hold on I gotta I make sure I recorded bc the other night I fucked it up and didn't get it..."

"...I GOT IT" *audience cheers bc yay Tom knows how to use a phone good for u honey we're proud*

Okay that's JUST from the show. Now here's where it gets crazy.

[slashscowboyboots]

Happy Taco Truck: Ice Cream Dreamboat (Part 1)

(all photo credit goes to owners)

I know it’s only been months, but it feels like years since I’ve shared a fic!  This is a continuation of @no-stone-no-bone​‘s awesome fic Duff’s Doughnuts (link here).  I agree with Skyler, I’d love to see other writers write about the different food trucks and make this a series.  This was supposed to be a one-shot, but as I am physically incapable of writing short fics, this is a two-parter.  Buckle in!

Tag list: @izzysdenimjacket​ @no-stone-no-bone​ @sexcoffeeandrockandroll​ @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands​ @smokeandmirrorz​ @sodalitefully​​ @roger-taylors-car​​  @harley-m-rose​ if you’d like to be tagged let me know, we all know how wonderful the tags work though

Warnings: language, sibling promiscuity, lonely cooking, terminal embarrassment, Axl and Tracii are Axl and Tracii

Thunk thunk thunk.

It was another scorcher inside your food truck, the vicious heat wafting off the griddle pummeling your face as you deftly raked your spatula through a pile of crisping beef tips, then piled them into a fluffy shell, handing it off for your sister Skyler to kiss with your award-winning cilantro lime crema and hand out to the customer.

You couldn’t resist moving up to the open side to watch the patron, a long-haired man wearing a nose chain with “Endless Burgers” stitched on his shirt, take a bite of your creation, then bend at the knees from ecstasy and dig a ten dollar bill from his pocket, stuffing it in your tip jar.

It has been gangbusters during the lunch rush in The Circle, the informal name given to the parking lot of ornery hooligans who fed the masses during the day and lingered behind late in the evening for a bit of recreational hell-raising. 

There was a plethora of culinary delights scattered around you, including Duff’s Doughnuts, Tracii and Phil’s Sno-Cones, Stoney & Cready’s Homewrecker Corndogs, and Jon and Richie’s Jersey Essentials (you never really knew what they were selling, apart from Aqua Net and the occasional cheesesteak, but after they began offering rippers-deep fried hot dogs-Skyler made frequent trips over to ask Richie if she could eat his weenie).  And from what you heard, they all knew how to throw down at night.

You never stayed to find out, though.  Your shyness forced you to fire up Helen the Happy Taco truck and drive home, leaving Skyler behind to do God-knows-what to who-knows-what, and you arrived in the mornings to find her either helping Kelly from Nickels’ BBQ feed his pink-painted porcine smoker, both of them covered in hickeys, or nearly trading blows with the loudmouth redhead who ran the ice cream truck.

Today, however, you’d found her with someone new.  When you pulled into the lot, you saw her with her arms wrapped around a guy with long hair wearing a flannel shirt and shorts, gazing raptly into his piercing blue eyes.  “Bye, Ed,” she murmured, pecking a kiss on his mouth.

“Who was that?” you asked, your eyebrows shooting skywards.

“Produce man,” she answered quickly.

“Were you getting us a good deal?’

“You know it.”

You peeled your gloves off and wiped your sweating face with a paper towel, trying to blot off as much grease as possible.  “I’m taking a break.  I need some ice cream.”

“I got you a frozen lemonade on my break.  It’s gonna taste like shit when you drink it with that ice cream.”

“I don’t care.”

“Punch that dick Axl in the face while you’re over there.  He’s on my last fucking nerve.”

You trudged down to “Axl and Izzy’s Frozen Delights,” eager to leave the brutal swelter inside your truck.  Standing in front of their window, you bent backwards and cracked your aching back, then a raspy voice asked, “Can I help you?”

You looked up into the most beautiful doe eyes you’d ever seen, hazel verging on gold in the afternoon sunlight, belonging to a guy with messy brown hair tied back with a bandanna, and suddenly your feet didn’t hurt anymore.  “Hi,” you said faintly.

“Hey,” he replied, smiling at you, and you felt your breath leave you.  “I’m Izzy, who might you be?”

“Y/N.”

“What can I get for you?”

Your brain instantly forgot how to make words.  “Cone,” you muttered.

His smile grew even bigger.  “What do you want in your cone?”

“Ice cream.”

He chuckled softly.  “What kind?”

“I don’t know.”

Those gorgeous eyes were full of merriment, crinkling at the corners.  “You don’t know?”

“No.”  Get ahold of yourself, you’re sounding like a moron.  “Uh, chocolate?”

“Sure.  I mean, as long as you’re sure about that.”  He winked at you, then turned to the freezer case behind him, and you got an exquisite view of his perfect ass, your mouth open and your breath coming in gasps, then he turned around and grinned, catching you mid-gawk, and you immediately wanted the earth to swallow you up.

“Thank you,” you blurted when he handed you your cone, then you turned to leave.  

“Uh, Y/N?”

“Uh huh?”  You couldn’t believe he was going to prolong putting up with your awkward ass.  

“Aren’t you going to pay me?”

“Oh,” you said, humiliation bringing a knot to your throat, and you handed him a crumpled pile of bills and scuttled away before you could cry.

“Sis, you mind if I head out a little early?” you asked.  “I’ve got a headache and I want to go home.”

“Sure.  I think we’re done for today.  You sure you’re okay?”

You hadn’t said a word all afternoon, just cooked and sweated and tried not to think about what a failure you were.  This was why you didn’t stick around at night, even though you longed to, to laugh and have fun with all the crazy characters around you.  Because you’d fuck it up if you did.

Why wasn’t I born normal? you thought bitterly.  Why am I the disaster in the family?

“Yeah,” you said quietly.  “I’m fine.”

That’s why your tacos were so delicious.  Because you were such a loser, you stayed home and perfected them instead of going out and having a life.  With no demands on your personal time, you discovered that lime made your chicken taco sing, while a little tomato sauce was the secret to juicier ground beef.

Your loneliness was the key to Happy Taco’s success.  

And you’d give everything you knew away just to be cool for five minutes.

“OPEN UP!!” a male voice hollered.  Bam!  Bam!  Bam!  “Little pig, little pig, let me in!”

Skyler dropped the hatch.  “Tracii!  Ferfucksakes!  We just got here!”

Tracii grinned under his bandanna.  “I wanna eat your taco.”

“It is an honor and a privilege to serve you a Happy Taco,” she answered, leaning on the counter and linking her fingers.  “However, we haven’t got anything set up and the only kind we can get you is our el pastor.”

“Okay,” he said, “gimme two,” and Skyler nodded to you.

You sliced the meat off the trompo, carefully evening out the sides, all the while reliving the embarrassment of the previous afternoon in your head.  Maybe you could drive Helen down to Baja California and start life anew, under a different name.

“Hey!” Tracii yelped, his eyes on you.  “I know you!  You’re the one Izzy was talking about last night,” and your knife nearly stabbed the metal pole holding up the pork and pineapple mass.

“Yeah,” he smiled lazily, “you are a looker, aren’t you?  How come you don’t party with us?  Izz said you seemed kinda shy.”

With your eyes wide and heart hammering, you handed the tacos to Skyler, whose mouth was hanging open in shock.

Before she could say anything, Tracii handed her his money and sauntered off, orgasmically moaning as he chewed, and Axl stepped up to the window.

“The fuck you want?” Skyler snapped.  “”It’s too early in the day for you to pick a fight, asshole.”

“I’m not here to fight,” he growled, slamming down a wad of dollars.  “This is from Izzy.  For her ice cream,” and he jutted his chin towards you.  “He says you eat for free at our truck.  The bo-both of you,”  he gritted, the agony of that idea etching deeply on his face.

“Thank you,” you smiled in surprise.

His eyes met yours, waving off your delight.  “Yeah, he’ll be down later.”

“Yes, thank you, Axl,” Skyler said.  “May we offer you an el pastor taco?”

“No,” he said, already retreating.  “Pork gives me the shits.”

Izzy did come by later, just in time for your sister to run off on her break.  

“Hi, Izzy,” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Hey,” he smiled, looking delicious in his sunglasses.  “So what kind of tacos do you have?”

You recited the list.  “El pastor, carnitas, beef tips, seasoned ground beef, chicken, shrimp, and uh, lengua.”

“What’s that?”

“Uh, tongue.”

He pulled a face and stuck out his tongue, and you giggled, your shyness melting away at his goofiness.  “No, no, it’s really good.  Imagine the most tender, flavorful pot roast.  Everyone always orders seconds.”

“I think I’ll pass on the tongue, that one anyways, and have one shrimp and one chicken.  How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing.  Uh, you and Axl, you eat for free here too.  Thank you, by the way, that’s very generous.”

He grinned wider, and you noticed he’d hadn’t stopped smiling at you since he showed up.  “Don’t mention it.”

You opened the shrimp and chicken containers, then threw the meat down on the griddle and moved it around, forcing yourself to focus on sauteing and not burning down the fucking truck because Izzy was outside.

He peeked in the window, looking around the interior of the truck.  “So how long have you been cooking?”

“Oh, since I was small.  I was at a stove before I could see over it.  These are all my grandmother's recipes.”  You scooped the fillings into their shells, then grabbed the crema.  

“Hey, I only ordered two,” Izzy protested when you handed him his tacos in a cardboard to-go basket.

“One of the chicken ones is Axl’s.  Consider it a peace offering.”

“Thank you.  Hey, Y/N, I was wondering if-”

“Hey, Y/N, I was wondering if I could get some fucking service around here,” a mullet-sporting, Confederate flag t-shirt wearing asshole growled, and Izzy waved, then walked away.

He returned the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, working his way through your menu and bringing you a different-flavored milkshake each time.  He loved all of the tacos he tried, even daring to sample the beef tongue, then immediately ordered another one.

“Told you,” you grinned.

He always made conversation with you while you cooked, his eyes locked on yours as he ate, but every time he finished, there was always a line to tend to, and Skyler made herself scarce as soon as she spotted him.  You never returned to his truck for ice cream, and spent your downtime cleaning the flattop, lighting out as soon as you turned over the CLOSED sign.

“You know,” your sister said to you as you turned the key in the ignition, “if you stayed, you’d probably hook up with Izzy.”

“No,” you said sadly, “I’m a hot mess.  I’d say something stupid and he’d run away.”

“Can’t talk with his tongue in your mouth,” she teased, “or some other part.”

“SKYLER!” you shrieked as she cackled, then you sighed and leaned your head against the steering wheel.  “I’m not like you.”

“You don’t have to be,” she said, leaning over and stroking your hair.  “Just give him a chance.”

“I can’t stay here and have Helen be a-a sin wagon.”

“It’s not like we have orgies!” Skyler laughed.  “At least your man doesn't.  He plays guitar and Axl sings, when he’s not being a dumbass.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.  And then Izzy sings, and Kelly gives me The Look and……”

“Or the produce man shows up.”

“Or Eddie the produce man shows up.”  She gave you a slight smile.  “C’mon, Sis, stay.  He likes you.”

“He doesn’t know me.”

“Then get to know him.  Axl says he’s pining.”

You looked at her in surprise.  “When did you talk to Axl?”

“When he told me that chicken taco you gave him was the best thing he’s ever had.”

You smiled at his praise, drumming your fingertips on the steering wheel.  “Maybe I’ll stay sometime.”

“Pining,” Skyler said, then hopped off the truck.

[stradlingmrstradlin]

Steve Riley x Mick Cripps

Requested by: Anonymus on wattpad

Words: 2419

Warnings: Nothing bad really, just the word "Fuck"

It's pure fluff and cuteness, enjoy

Story: Their adopted daughter meets the band for the first time

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It was a cool, breezy night with a calm sky full of stars. Steve and Mick were sleeping peacefully next to each other while their daughter Bethany was sleeping in the room next door. They brought her home a week ago but she hasn't met the band yet. Mick thought it was a better idea to let her get used to her new environment before meeting those three crazy boys, and Steve agreed. Beth however got used to her new living space quite quickly, already calling Mick or Steve Dad or Dada by accident a few times, but of course, none of the boys minded.

At first, the band was quite surprised when the two announced that they are together but they weren't bothered by it, and thinking back to all the times they caught the two of them cuddling it wasn't surprising either. When they decided they wanted to adopt a little girl it was a long and tiring process, considering that they are two men in a rock band, but with the help of the band and a few family members after more than a year of waiting they could bring home Beth.

Before bringing her home they've met the little girl many times in the park or in the temporary home where she lived, and when they told her that she'd get to come home with them she was shouting and jumping from happiness.

Steve's dreams were interrupted by something or rather someone jumping on his chest and a quiet "sowwy dada, didn't mean to". He glanced at the clock on the wall and it read 10:23 am, might be time to wake up Mick. "Hey angel can you wake up Papa too?", as soon as these words left Steve's mouth Beth was already poking Mick in the face and shaking his shoulders. "Mornin' kid, are you excited to meet our friends today?' Mick asked as he slowly sat up lifting Beth in his lap, Beth nodding her head really fast "wowwy, 'ts making me dizzy" she giggled.

Beth wanted to choose her own outfit, but the dress she wanted to wear was really warm for a summer day, so finally, she agreed to wear a Hanoi Rocks t-shirt with a puffy striped skirt. Breakfast consisted of pancakes and fruits and Bethany made sure to put as much chocolate on her pancake as she can before either of her dads notice, she managed to stuff quite much in her mouth before Steve noticed something was up,

"What are you hiding kiddo?" a muffled "Notin" came back "You sure about that? Because I think there's chocolate smeared around your mouth" Steve said while trying not to laugh. " Maybe 'ts choco, but "ts yummy'' Beth said pointing at her tummy. "Alright kid, I'll let it slide this once, but don't tell Papa about it"

"What shouldn't I know about?" Mick asked when he walked into the kitchen. "Dada said I could eat this choco pancake if I don't tell you" she quickly blurted out making both of her fathers laugh and smile at her adorableness.

After getting ready and putting the dishes in the sink the little family sat in their car to travel to the park. Their plan was that they'd meet the guys there and maybe later for lunch go back to their house and the boys could come if they want and then later, they'd have a concert. Saying Beth was excited could be an understatement, she was jumping up and down in her car seat and when the park came into view, she tried to stretch her neck to see if anyone was there already, but that proved hard as she didn't know who to look for. As Mick parked the car she was ready to get out already and both of her fathers took one of her hands into theirs and started walking towards the playground, her trying to pull them to go faster.

When they reached the playground area with benches one seat was occupied by a long black-haired dude who gave them a wave as he saw them approaching. "Hi, guys. Nice to meet you kid, I'm Tracii" he said while stretching out his arm towards the little girl. "Tracii, that's a girl's name? 'm Beth, nice to meet you." said Beth as she took his arm and jokingly shook it. While Beth played with the chains on Tracii's pants another voice could be heard talking to her parents and then looking at her. "Hi love, my name is Phil" the guy, Phil said with a funny accent. "Beth, you're not from America, are you?" she questioned while standing up from next to Tracii and sitting down next to Phil "No, I'm British, that's on another continent" Phil answered. Beth looked puzzled for a bit but then her attention was on a motorcycle parking in the parking lot and another black-haired guy got down from it. "Wowy, 'ts cool" she exclaimed to no one in particular and then only looked away from the motorcycle when the guy stepped in front of her.

"Hi little one, my name is Kelly, it's nice to finally meet you" Beth thought that the guy was very cheerful "Why do you have a girl name too? Oh, I'm Beth" she giggled and almost forgot to tell Kelly her name. Kelly faked being offended and that only made Beth laugh harder, finally when she calmed down, she convinced Kelly to climb onto the slide thingy at the playground with her, Kelly being...well Kelly he of course agreed with very little persuasion needed.

It proved to be harder than they thought to go down on the slide together because Kelly was taller than the top of the slide and they got stuck at least five times, when they got down Phil was laughing his ass off and the others had a smile on their faces too. "Let's play tag" Beth shouted and then slapped Phil's hand signaling to him that he was 'it'. So now Beth and five men who looked really funny were running around the park, the guys, of course, running slower to let Beth win. After about ten minutes Beth got tired and decided she wanted ice cream, and to her luck, an ice cream parlor was right on the other side of the street from where they were standing. Carefully crossing the street Kelly and Beth were discussing what flavor of ice cream they are going to get while Steve was still wheezing a bit from the game of tag. The little group arrived at the parlor and ordered their frozen treats. Beth ordered her favorite, chocolate ice cream and now probably more was smeared around her face and hands than in her mouth, but she was enjoying herself nonetheless.

After cleaning up they decided that they should probably head back to the house because it was getting increasingly hotter outside and wearing black didn't help much either, plus the guys were getting hungry and the ice cream didn't do much.

When they arrived inside Beth was eager to show her toys to the guys and even invited them to play dress-up with her. She was the princess and decided that Phil will be the prince on the condition that he will let her do his hair. "No, nope, sorry love but no." Phil said and as Beth was looking around she saw Tracii also shaking his head in protest. "Kelly, pwease?" she did the puppy eyes so of course, Kelly was now sitting in front of her while she asked Mick to bring her some hairspray and a comb "I'm going to make your hair pwetty, like Mike Monroe's" Beth cheered as Mick handed her the supplies.

She was not so gentle with the teasing and Kelly tried not to make any noises but the look on his face described everything. When they were done Kelly looked like anything but Michael, more like a bird decided to nest in his hair. But of course, he wasn't going to tell that to the little girl "Thank you kid, I look like a true prince now".

"See Phil, you would look pretty, but you didn't let me do it, you're not pretty now" Beth said half serious half joking while staring at Phil, Kelly tried to at least make his hair a bit less messy while Beth wasn't looking, but to no avail. They played princess for a bit more, but Beth got bored of it and the guys were hungry, so they decided to order pizza.

"Can we play hide and seek? Pweaseee"

"Fine kid, who should seek?"

"You Papa"

"Alright, I'll count to two minutes" Mick said as he closed his eyes and leaned against a wall.

Steve hid under the table, Kelly tried climbing into a closet but gave up and hid in the shower instead, Tracii quickly stood behind the curtain in the living room and Beth climbed under the bed, but she didn't want to be alone, so she asked Phil to go with her. Somehow Phil managed to fit under the bed, but climbing out probably won't be easy.

"Ready or not, here I come" Shouted Mick downstairs. The first to be found was Tracii because let's face it, the curtain only covered him above the knee. Then he found Steve under the table. Kelly was only found because he sneezed and then slipped and Mick heard it, "What in the name of...Kelly, what are you doing on the bathroom floor?" Mick questioned "I, ugh might have slipped?" Kelly said laughing a little

"Beth, Phil, where are you?" Mick shouted, no answer. He was searching for maybe a few minutes when he heard a small whisper from under the bed. "Found you" He exclaimed when he looked under the bed, and to his surprise, two pairs of eyes looked back at him.

"Ah, nice to see you too Mick, now please would you help me get out from under here?" Phil asked after a failed attempt to get out, in the end, he somehow climbed out but swore to never climb under a bed again.

When the pizza arrived it was probably around three in the afternoon and everyone was hungry. Beth was getting increasingly tired, but she acted like she didn't care because she wanted to spend as much time as she could with her new friends. After the pizza, everyone agreed that watching a movie would be an awesome idea. They watched The Little Mermaid as it just recently came out and Beth hasn't seen it yet.

"I'm a mermaid" Beth yelled as she was now running around the living room imagining that she was underwater. Then she decided to draw the guys and herself down, it was basically five black-haired people-shaped things and one smaller brown-haired thing. Steve decided that this drawing would look fabulous on the fridge.

After this Beth had to take a nap because she was going to see them play live tonight and she needed to be well-rested for that. While she was sleeping Kelly combed his hair out with a bit of help from Tracii in the back. When she woke up it was already time to go to the venue, so Steve dressed her up and strapped her in the car, "See you there" she waved to the other three guys.

There were so many people outside when they got there and some noticed them and screamed making the little girl whimper "It's okay kid, everything's okay" Mick whispered as he held her even tighter. Inside was a lot calmer and there were many doors and corridors and people running around setting up everything for the show. The next time Beth looked up she was in a dressing room with her fathers who were teasing their hair and putting on their stage clothes. There was a knock at the door and seconds later Kelly came in sitting down next to the kid "You want to cause some mischief before the show?" He asked with a grin "Yeah, like what?" Beth asked "You'll see kid, don't worry we'll meet you guys at the stage" he said the first part to Beth, the second to Mick and Steve.

"Okay, so we'll hide here behind the door and when Tracii or Phil comes by we'll jump out and scare them, ok?" Kelly explained the plan as Beth eagerly nodded, excited to scare people. They only had to wait a bit before an unsuspecting Tracii came out from the room, they jumped out causing him to yell out a surprised "Fuck".

Beth copied Tracii "Fuck". "Okay, um, kid you probably shouldn't say that or at least don't tell anyone I said it okay" Tracii tried explaining it to Beth before she yells out the word again. Luckily Beth forgot about the bad word in a few minutes and when Phil opened the door and they scared him, he luckily just made a loud gasping sound, no curses.

When the four of them got to the stage Steve and Mick were already there waiting for them "So you'll sit on top of the chair and stay there, okay?" Mick asked, pointing to the side of the stage where a chair was already placed for Beth. "Okay Papa"

She enjoyed the show sometimes standing up and dancing a bit or trying to copy the guitar sounds with her mouth or singing the words... kinda the words, but she tried and that's what matters. She was exhausted when the show ended and almost didn't Phil lifting her up and bringing her to his changing room to let her fathers have a bit of alone time.

"I'm sleepy, I wanna sleep" She mumbled as Phil placed her down on the couch and lifted her head into his lap. He started singing softly and she was asleep in a minute, smiling in her sleep.

Later Phil helped Steve put her into the car and buckle her up before saying goodbye and going on his own way. When the little family got home Mick lifted Beth out of the car and with the help of Steve opening the doors he placed her into the bed, tucking her in and both men placing a kiss on her forehead. "Sweet dreams angel" and with that, they closed her door and went to their own room to take a shower and then snuggle up in bed and also fall asleep.

[petals-and-bullets]

Kiss My Love Goodbye

Pairing: Kelly Nickels x Reader

Word Count: 917

Info: Anon request! ‘Do you write for L.A Guns? If you do could you please write something when the reader find out that her boyfriend Kelly Nickels was cheating on her so when she’s packing her stuff and he’s trying to explain himself she starts singing “Kiss my love goodbye” 😊

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I took some liberations with Kelly and the reader’s relationship, but I hope you like it! Thank you for being so patient! <3

“I can’t believe you did this to me, Kelly – I’m meant to be, no we’re meant to be the most important things in your life!” You hissed at him over the phone, the whining toddler in your arms tugging at your hair as she tried to reclaim your attention. But at this moment, she could wait. You set her down and turned so your back was to her so you could glare at the photo of you and Kelly on your wedding day, smiles so wide they almost overtook your face. Only now, you weren’t smiling.

“It wasn’t even that bad, Y/N, I promise! It was just a kiss!” He protested, only to shut his mouth with an audible clack as you snorted and laughed.

“Just a kiss my ass, Kelly. You had your dick in her mouth. Or did you genuinely think I hadn’t actually taken the time out of my day to go surprise you in the studio with your daughter?”

You listened to him swallow as he scrambled to think of something to say, only to roll your eyes as he stammered out something that could only be described as a shitty attempt at an apology. An apology you weren’t going to accept – you wouldn’t forgive him this time. You’d forgiven him for the far-too-friendly hand on the waitress’ hip at the bar, you’d forgiven him for the flirting with the girls backstage, you’d forgiven him for the mistletoe kiss with another woman at Tracii’s party last Christmas. The blowjob was the final straw.

“I’m leaving, Kelly. And I’m taking Adrienne with me,” you muttered before you hung up, ignoring his stammered protests. Turning, you scooped up the toddler that had since amused herself with a pair of socks that were left on the floor, and you carried her into her room before setting her down in her crib gently to keep her out of the way while you packed her belongings. After folding in silence, the only sound being Adrienne’s cooing as your backdrop, you snapped and got up to switch on the radio, the soft music filling the room.

Three songs passed before the front door was thrown open and slammed shut, and you merely smiled to yourself. Good. Kelly could see that you were actually serious for once. As if the universe was playing some crude joke, Kiss My Love Goodbye started playing, and you were unable to stop yourself from muttering the lyrics alongside Phil. Kelly’s footsteps rang through the house, and you rolled your eyes as he evidently looked in all of the rooms that you obviously wouldn’t be in – he was probably hoping that you’d not actually follow through with your words and were instead in the kitchen, making some sort of ‘welcome home!’ cake. You scoffed at the thought – his newest girl could do that for him.

“Y/N?”

“I told you, Kelly. I’m done. My ring’s on the coffee table downstairs.”

“Y/N, c’mon. It was just a kiss, I promise. Nothing more,” he stepped forward and took your shoulders in his hands, and you faltered briefly when the scent of his cologne hit you. After a second of inhaling, you shook your head and shrugged his hands off you, nodding your head in time with the music. You continued to mutter along to the song before you actually started singing in order to drown out Kelly’s protests and pleas, and the squealing of Adrienne. Once you were finished with packing her belongings, you picked up the bag and set it down at the door before you walked into what would be your old bedroom, and hoisted your suitcase onto the bed. The faint sound of the song still filled your ears, and you continued singing, drowning out Kelly’s voice more.

Once you were satisfied with your suitcase, you closed it and zipped it shut before you finally turned to face the man who would soon be your ex-husband. He was stood in the doorway, Adrienne in his arms, his face contorted into something that could only be described as a mix between a grimace and a pleading look. You merely steeled your own features, walked towards him, and lifted Adrienne out of his arms and sat her on your hip.

“No more excuses. You’ve taken advantage of that ability one too many times, and we’re done, Kelly. I’ll call later and we can work out a schedule for when you can see Adrienne, but you’re not going to trick your way into my life again. Kiss my damn love goodbye.”

You turned and picked up your suitcase after slinging Adrienne’s bag onto your shoulder, and strode down the stairs. Kelly followed you, and he made one last, desperate attempt to keep you in his life. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the front door, his eyes pleading with you to change your mind, or claim it was a prank. But you merely turned your head away and sighed, before you muttered the final words of the song to him.

“You never thought about anyone else but yourself, Kelly. You weren’t mine – you never were, so you can kiss my love goodbye.”

With that, you turned and flung open the front door before you strode out of the house, the sound of Phil’s voice singing the song that seemed to narrate your lifestyle almost perfectly echoing in your mind. Kelly had quite literally kissed your love away – albeit he kissed it away with other women.

[jaxl-road]

The League of Extraordinary Rockstars, ch.2

Summary: LA is a hub for music and mutants, making it the perfect place for Motley Crue, Guns N’ Roses, and countless other mutant musicians to call home. But it’s not all easy, especially when it comes to finding a decent place to live. So what better solution than moving in together in the mansion of an immortal? Love, drama, and super powers. If nothing else, it’ll be interesting.

Chapter Warnings: Language, genderswap!Steven

AN: This is a collaboration between myself and @the–blackdahlia​! It combines elements from her fic “It’s So Easy (And Other Lies)” (specifically her genderswapped!Steven) and my super powered GnR series. It is completely AU and ignores timelines like Woah, but hopefully you’ll have as much fun reading it as we’re having writing it! Let us know what you think!

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It had been a couple weeks since Duff moved in with Slash and Stevie and in that time, he had sat on Slash probably a dozen times.

Stevie had mentioned before how most of the time Slash would camouflage in his sleep, but it was still hard to get used to. He would come home after a double shift and go to collapse on the couch only to land on a very disgruntled guitar player.

“Goddammit, can’t you fucking check before throwing yourself on the couch?”

“Can’t you go to sleep in your fucking room?!” Duff snapped back.

Slash wanted to rip his hair out. He had to grind his teeth together to keep from screaming about the number of times he’s had to deal with a drunken Stevie stumbling into his room to bawl about how she had too much love and too many crushes and they didn’t like her back and she was going to die alone. And because he was a fucking good friend, he would pet her head and try to soothe her until she finally fell asleep and he was stuck with a snoring glowstick lighting up his room.

So yes, he had been sleeping on the couch. But because, and he could not stress this enough, he was a good fucking friend, he couldn’t explain to Duff exactly why.

Living together was turning out to be a hell or an adjustment for the three rockers. Duff had shaken up their routine, giving them an extra person to get drunk with, which made Stevie’s already frazzled emotions even more haywire, not to mention the household hangovers they were suffering through each morning. It was easy with Tracii. He stayed out all night and slept all day, and honestly, Slash and Stevie had kinda felt sorry for him. But Duff was something different, and after one too many mornings of being awoken by Duff and Slash arguing, Stevie exploded.

“Enough!” She yelled at them. “I am going to stay the night someplace else so I can get some fucking sleep before work!”

That was three days ago, and this was the first night Duff and Slash had seen their roommate since she stormed out. Walking into the apartment, Stevie was pleased to see that the two boys looked properly chastised. Granted, their arguing hadn’t improved much during her three day exile, but Slash and Duff figured she didn’t need to know that.

"Hi boys," she smiled. "It’s a beautiful day. Aside from the freak thunderstorm yesterday," She flopped on the couch.

"Thought you moved out," Slash grumbled.

"Nonsense. I just stayed the night at Kelly's."

“Oh thank GOD,” the guitarist practically threw himself across Stevie’s lap, “I thought you were leaving forever!”

Duff shuffled over sitting next to her and looking very much like a kicked puppy, “You were gone for so long we didn’t think you were coming back and we missed you so much-”

“Holy shit you guys,” Stevie shook her head fondly, patting Slash’s head, “I was gone for three days! I just needed a long weekend away from your bickering-”

“He started it!” Two voices snapped simultaneously.

Eyebrow twitching in thinly veiled annoyance, Stevie grit her teeth and continued, “Whatever, my point is I need your arguments to at least be rescheduled to later in the day, alright?”

There was some minor grumbling.

"If you don't, Kelly's looking for a roommate. Or a fuck buddy that gets a free room." She smirked. She knew that would get them to chill out. "Now, I'm hungry. And I'm going to see a show tonight. You guys gonna join me?"

“Of course, but I gotta go to work,” Duff told her. “I’ll see you guys this evening.” He headed to his room to pull on his uniform, something nagging him in the back of his mind. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he tried to focus on making it through another shift at a job he hated.

The three roommates went to their various shitty jobs, each feeling impatient for the day when their music would finally pay the bills and they would have to deal with huffy customers telling them to cut their hair. Needless to say, by the time they reached the Whiskey for the show they were ready to let loose and have some fun. Tonight Motley Crue had managed to snag a headlining slot, Duff, Slash, and Stevie toasting their friends’ success and lamenting their own band’s slow growth in equal measure.

“We’re gonna make it, guys!” Stevie exclaimed, people around her moving away or shielding their eyes as she glowed with enthusiasm. She waved her empty glass excitedly, slurring slightly, “I mean, I mean the crowds have been getting wild for us! And the stuff we’ve recorded is fucking badass! It’s only a matter of time before we start bringing in the big bucks!”

“God, I hope so,” Slash sighed, “this starving artist shit is getting old.”

"Guess you could catch and eat a snake," someone said. Stevie turned and smiled.

"Kelly!" She gave him a hug.

"Hey glowstick," Kelly laughed. "You look rested."

"I am. Thank you." She kissed his cheek.

Duff smiled tensely as he gave Kelly a high five, “Hey man.”

Slash rolled his eyes as Kelly shot him a knowing look, grinning, “Sup guys. Word on the street is you’re having some domestic troubles,” he elbowed Stevie playfully, “This gal was lighting up the place when she first came over.”

“Yeah,” Duff grimaced as he admitted, “It’s taking some getting used to.”

“I can imagine,” Kelly raised an eyebrow. The first night Stevie had arrived on his doorstep he’d had to wear sunglasses as she ranted and raved and lamented about the whole situation, “I mean, you’ve all got annoying ass powers-” he ignored the three offended outcries, “-and you live in a shoebox. Of course you’re stepping on each others’ toes.”

"At least we don't have axl…" slash pointed out.

"Don't have me for what?" Axl said as he approached the group, Baz's arm around his shoulder.

"In our shoebox home," Stevie told him.

“Excuse you, I am a goddamn delight and any house would be lucky to have me!” the singer huffed.

“You tell ‘em, babe,” Baz grinned.

"When you yell, you'd blow down a wall…" Slash commented.

“Fuck you, my control is impeccable!” Axl growled and Kelly raised his hands before a fight could break out.

"Let's get some drinks," he told them. "I'm buying."

"My hero," Stevie laughed. Kelly had an arm around her waist. Izzy was sitting at a booth, which Kelly spotted and brought everyone over to him.

Raising his head, Izzy nodded in greeting, “Hey guys, here to see the Crue?” he gestured at the stage where Nikki was, as usual, on fire.

Laughing, Stevie slid into the booth next to him, “Yup! What are you doing over here all by your lonesome?”

“Brooding,” Axl, Baz, and Slash all answered simultaneously.

Glaring, Izzy huffed, “I was enjoying some peace for once in my life, fuck you very much.”

"Maybe later," Stevie giggles, making Izzy's cheeks burn bright red.

"Their act is lame," Axl rolled his eyes. "Fire again? Really?"

“I mean, you gotta respect their commitment to the brand,” Slash shrugged.

The group downed their drinks, bickering and joking and occasionally remembering to cheer for the Crue. Before they knew it, the set was finishing up, Stevie shining extra bright as they applauded the band as they left the stage.

Izzy glanced between Stevie and Duff with forced nonchalance, “So, how’s the living situation going?”

Shrugging, Stevie answered, “Getting better I guess. Duff’s still not used to Slash camouflaging with the couch,” she snickered.

Duff threw his arms in the air in exasperation, “Gee, I’m sorry I’m used to living in places where you don’t have to pat down every surface in case there’s a hidden guitarist there!”

“Apology accepted,” Slash grinned, the bassist shoving him as he laughed.

“Ugh, I just can’t wait until we can have some more space,” Stevie groaned, “I love you guys, but fuck man, some elbow room would be nice.”

Izzy, Axl, and Baz, nodded their heads sympathetically, their own living situations only marginally better than the trio’s. Meanwhile, Kelly hummed in consideration.

“You could always stay at my place for awhile if you want,” he shrugged.

Stevie giggled, slapping a hand over her mouth when she saw the group squint from her light, “Kelly,” she patted his shoulder, “that’s sweet of you dude, but you live in a shitty studio apartment in the slums. Just having me over was a stretch.”

“No, no,” Kelly shook his head, “I meant my other place.”

Silence stretched as six pairs of eyes stared at Kelly in confusion.

“....What?” Slash finally broke the silence.

“You know, my other place,” Kelly said casually, “the one on Mulholland?” When the stares continued, he furrowed his brows, “Have I never mentioned it before?”

“No,” Duff answered emphatically, “No you have not. What the Fuck?”

“Huh.” It was maybe a little annoying sometimes, but it wasn’t Kelly’s fault he couldn’t remember who he’d told what to. After all, the bassist was more or less immortal, his mutant healing factor fucking with his aging until he found himself stuck as a twenty-something for God only knew how long. So if his memory was a little sketchy, well, who could blame him?

The drugs and alcohol probably didn’t help either. But that was besides the point.

“Well, yeah. I have another place. It’s a house, got like, eleven bedrooms if I’m remembering correctly? It’s also got-”

“Woah, woah, woah, dude,” Baz waved his hands, “Hold up. Did you just say eleven bedrooms?”

“Give or take,” he shrugged.

“So…. it’s a mansion,” Axl stated, voice unnervingly blank, “You have a mansion.”

“I guess, yeah…”

As Axl sucked in a long, deep breath, Kelly realized that he had made a huge mistake.

“WHAT?!” It was honestly impressive how Axl managed to shriek at ear splitting levels without any of his mutant ability coming through. Still, even his human-level screeching had the group flinching.

The singer slammed his hands on the table, glasses shaking as he glared at Kelly in shock and fury, “You’re telling me that we’ve all be living on top of each other in fucking sqalor and this whole time you’ve had a goddamn mansion?”

“Who has a mansion?”

Kelly would give anything for Sebastian’s ability to teleport right now. Because when he turned around, he found the members of Motley Crue staring at him hungrily, and he suddenly felt like he was surrounded by hyenas.

He probably should have waited until it was just him and Stevie before mentioning the house.

"Uh, hi guys," Kelly laughed. "What brings you here?"

"You have a mansion and didn't tell us?" Tommy pouted. "I thought you loved us."

"Dude the 60s fucked my brain. I can't remember shit," Kelly laughed.

"Which 60s?" Vince smirked.

"Yes." Kelly nodded, dodging the question. "So, I'm just gonna go…"

He was half standing when Duff’s unfairly long arm shot out from across the table, palm landing solidly against the back of the booth to box Kelly in.

“Oh I think the fuck not,” he stated firmly, a quick rumble of thunder sounding through the dirty window behind him. The dramatic motherfucker.

“Yeah, you’re not getting away that easily,” Tommy laughed as he and his bandmates dragged some chairs over to sit around the booth, adding another layer of defense to keep Kelly trapped, “Come on man, I wanna know more! Like, dude, if you’ve got a legit place, why aren’t you living there?”

Sighing in resignation, Kelly settled back in his seat and shrugged, “I dunno, I just like being closer to the action I guess,” he smirked, “It gets annoying having to drive twenty minutes just to get some pussy.”

“What, none of your fancy ass neighbors cut it?” Vince teased.

“I mean, there was one dude I used to hook up with, but that was in the… 30s I think? I dunno, all I know is he, like most of my neighbors, aren’t exactly at an age that can… keep up with me,” he winked mischievously as the group snickered.

Slash shook his head, “Dude, I get that, but personally I give fuck all about the age demographic, you’ve actually got a decent fucking roof, man!”

“I mean there’s the commute into the Strip, too, y’know?” Kelly argued.

“Oh no, how will I survive the commute?” Baz whined sarcastically, sticking his tongue out when Kelly flipped the teleporter off.

"It needs a lot of work," Kelly added. "Like weeds and shit and…"

"Dude, we have a gardener," Nikki motioned to Vince.

"And spiders?" Kelly pointed out.

"I'll feed them to my snake...that I most definitely do not have…" Slash's eyes darted to Stevie quickly before glancing away again.

"Can we at least see it?" Stevie asked. "You know how much I love decorating."

"Please no kiss posters in the living room," Mick groaned.

“Why do you hate art?” Stevie pouted jokingly.

Meanwhile, Kelly sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I’m not getting out of this one am I?”

A chorus of “no”s answered him.

Rolling his eyes, Kelly threw his hands up in defeat, “Fine, I guess I can show you around sometime this week. What’s the worst that could happen?”

At that moment, loud, ominous cracks of thunder and lightning rattled the windows behind them. The group snapped to look at Duff in exasperation. The blonde bassist merely shrugged.

“What? Am I wrong?”

[sexcoffeeandkellynickelsfics]

We’re on in Five - Kelly Nickels & Reader - Part One

Yes, yes I know I should be working on my wips but no ideas were coming and then this beautiful picture inspired me to write about reader doing his make up and well this was born. This has two parts!

“Stop fuckin’ moving, I’m trying make your gorgeous face look even prettier” you cried as Kelly wriggled around underneath you.

“I’m sorry it tickles” he laughed still squirming. He gripped his large hands tightly on your hips and you continued to attempt to apply his eyeshadow as part of his stage make up for the night.

You repositioned yourself in his lap wriggling around trying to get comfy to avoid the cramp you could feel coming in the back of your legs.

You were snapped back out of your comfort mission by a deep throaty moan.

You looked at Kelly and were greeted by his dark lust filled eyes. His erection throbbing through his jeans against your ass.

“This dress makes these look fantastic” he said grabbing at your breasts.

You realised all the moving around in his lap had turned him on.

You played this to your advantage knowing how much you being in control go him going, you placed a hand against his chest for leverage and rolled your hips against him causing him buck his hips and let out another one of his deep throaty moans.

You were about to pull him in for a deep kiss when Phil burst through the door shouting about 5 minutes till stage time.

“Dammit” you muttered under your breath.

Phil stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the both you, you straddling Kelly, his hand his hands firmly on your hips the pair of you a little more than flushed and laughed.

“Did I interrupt something?” He smirked.

“No, no not all!” You told him through gritted teeth. You tried to calm your breathing but that was proving to be difficult the only barrier between you and Kelly’s erection being his jeans and your underwear that’s if you could call the tiny, flimsy pieces of material he loved so much and always brought you as gifts underwear.

Kelly moved to speak to Phil accidentally rocking his hips cause an unbearable friction against you.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll be there in a minute dude” he told him ignoring the filthy look you shot at him.

Phil walked out the dressing room, door slamming behind him.

Kelly stared at you and smirked.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked still smirking.

He had no idea how much you wanted to kiss that stupid goofy smirk off his face until he gently grabbed your jaw and crashed his lips into yours taking your breath away. You were both desperate and hungry for each other hands wandering until a loud bang and voice brought you back to reality.

“Stop fucking you dirty fuckers and get out here we’ve got a show to play” followed by a filthy laugh.

You both groaned.

“I swear I’m gonna put bleach in Phil and Tracii’s shampoos one of these days if they don’t quit cock blocking us every opportunity they get!” You muttered under you breath

Kelly just laughed at you, he knew his bandmates were like brothers to you which made him laugh even harder because you forever behaved like siblings scrapping.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you after baby” he whispered in your ear erupting your whole body into goosebumps.

He lifted you out his lap and stood up and adjusted himself.

“For the record you look hot when you’re all mad and worked up” he smirked planting a sloppy kiss at the corner of your mouth.

You playfully swatted at his arm.

“Just get out there and play the damn show” you giggled.

[sodalitefully]

Rose Petals & Petty Rivalries [GNR AU, Slaxl] 🌹🌹

The Hollywood Rose is a florist, run by Axl Rose and Izzy Stradlin (in lieu of the actual owner, who never seems to make an appearance), with Duff McKagan behind the wheel of the delivery truck.  Axl likes working there; he likes the flowers, he likes the quiet, and he likes how things don’t ever change: business is slow but steady, customers are as predictable as ever… and the tattoo parlor next door is still a pain in his fucking ass.  Don’t even get him fucking started about how it scares off the Rose’s customers by attracting seedy thugs, or how the owner is a fucking creep that Axl may or may not have history with.

Seriously, don’t: Izzy might actually gouge his eyes out with plant clippers if he has to hear Axl’s rant one more goddamn time.  

Tracii Guns opened up the L.A. Guns tattoo parlor a few years ago, and he doesn’t plan on moving anytime soon, no matter how much animosity he gets from the flowerboy next door.  Business is going well for once; so well, in fact, that Tracii has decided it’s time to hire a second artist.

There’s just one problem with that: There’s only one tattoo artist in LA who is both up to Tracii’s standards and looking for a place to set up shop, and that person is Saul Hudson, better known as Slash, a talented, hotshot artist who also happens to have a rivalry with Tracii dating all the way back to their school days when they first upgraded from stick-and-pokes to cheap tattoo kits.

Tracii left his mark on more of LA’s reckless youth than Slash did in their teen years, but just barely and only because Slash was often distracted by anything from BMX to zookeeping.  He may have gotten a slower start to his career, but Slash’s talent as an artist is now making him a hot commodity in the tattooing community – If Tracii doesn’t grab him now, someone else will hire him soon enough, and Tracii can’t risk that kind of competition.  

So Tracii reaches out and Slash accepts the job offer, but that doesn’t mean their little rivalry has been resolved.  Tracii tells Slash that there’s not enough space in the tiny shop for both of their work stations on street level, so he assigns Slash the basement.  Slash actually really likes the space, once he gets it all cleared out and set up the way he likes (he calls it “the snakepit” in his head), but he’s not about to let Tracii get first pick of every customer who walks in the door.  Whenever he’s not with a client, Slash is hovering around upstairs, putting his art up on the walls, greeting potential customers from behind the counter, and generally doing everything he can to poach Tracii’s clients.  Tracii does not appreciate his efforts, but when he’s in the middle of an appointment there’s nothing he can do to stop him.  

So now Tracii has to deal with competition from his own employee (though by no means is their feud one-sided…) on top of his pissy neighbor who somehow manages to give Tracii an impressive amount of attitude while also blatantly ignoring him.  Of-fucking-couse things only get worse when the two meet.

Duff is new in town, fresh from Seattle, Washington, and working two jobs to pay for his shitty bug-infested studio apartment: by day, he drives the Hollywood Rose delivery van, and by night he waits tables at a steakhouse across town.  So he’s not entirely caught up on the details of Axl and Tracii’s bad blood, and comes into work one morning eager to show off his brand new tattoo.

He got it from an artist that his buddy Steven recommended.  “It’s just the place next door, Axl, have you gotten any of your tattoos done there?”  An innocent question, perfectly reasonable, and yet –

“…Oh.  You went there?”  Poor Duff did nothing to deserve the look of sour disdain that Axl is serving.

"Uh. Yeah, I got it done in the basement, seemed like a pretty neat place.  Why, what’s up?"

“Wait – in the basement?"

"Yeah, Ax, Tracii’s got a new hire,” Izzy threw in, still admiring Duff’s new ink – it was well done, he had to admit.  "I’m surprised you have’t seen him around, he’s pretty, uh, distinctive.  Big fluffy hair, likes jewelry and leather?"

“Izzy, that describes about half of Guns’ clientele."

“Nah, you’ll know him when you see him, trust me.”  Duff bobbed his head in agreement.

“Hm. What’s his name?”

“Slash.  He’s a nice guy, really talented –” Duff adds, but Axl has stopped listening, and started formulating a plan.

For the past two years, give or take, since L.A. Guns opened its doors, Axl has been making a point of going to any and all of Tracii’s competitors to get his ink done, without so mach as sparing a glance at the parlor next door (not counting the occasional glowering from behind slanted blinds, or fantasizing about ramming his car into Tracii’s trash bins in the shared parking lot).  But that day, Axl marches right into L.A. Guns, meets Tracii dead in the eye and demands an appointment as soon as possible – with Slash.

Tracii gapes at him for a second. The shock of seeing Axl in his shop fades quickly, replaced by an expression that broadcasts Are You Fucking Kidding Me loudly enough to be picked up by any radio antenna in a 30-mile range.

“You can’t be serious Axl.  Why don’t you go back to your fucking daffodils and leave me the fuck alone, hm?"

Axl arches a brow and opens his mouth to retort, but he’s cut off by a tangle of curly hair and bare limbs that swoops in, shoves Tracii back, and tips forward over the countertop until his frizzy bangs are inches from Axl’s face, all in one fluid rush that Axl can barely follow.

“He doesn’t want to talk to you, Guns, so why don’t you scurry off and give us a minute to take care of business?”  He doesn’t say it like a question, and he smirks when Tracii throws up his hands with a huff and stalks off to his station at the back of the room.  Once he and Axl are granted the illusion of privacy, the smirk transforms into a dazzling grin, propped up on his fist as he – Slash, obviously (Axl realizes what Izzy meant when he described the man as “distinctive”) – leans forward on the tall counter, offering Axl his best “sorry about my crazy boss now how can I help you?” look.

“So, you’re interested in a consultation appointment?"

Axl belatedly realizes that he’s blushing.  “Fluffy hair, likes jewelry and leather” was obviously an inadequate description; Izzy had failed to prepare Axl for Slash’s warm brown eyes, for the way the hoops in his ears peek out from his mass of soft-looking curls or the way his sleeveless shirt shows off the ink on his tanned arms... And that’s not to mention his beautifully infectious smile.

“Yeah,” Axl responds, his voice pitching up a bit against his will. “Maybe around this time tomorrow, if you’re available?"

Slash flips open a day planner and hovers his pen over tomorrow’s date. “How does tomorrow evening at 5:15 sound?"

“That would be great."

“And your name?"

“Axl Rose."

Slash pauses and glances down at Axl’s work clothes, lingering on the pin over his pocket with his first name and the shop logo.  He looks back up at Axl with a bemused expression. “Axl Rose? Who are you, the mascot?"

“Hey!"

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Slash giggles then manages to compose himself. “Axl Rose at 5:15,” he pens the appointment in slanted script.  “I didn’t mean to make fun… Did you do the arrangements in the front windows? They’re really beautiful."

“…Thank you.”  As a tattooed florist with anger issues, Axl is in no position to stereotype, but he still wasn’t expecting to hear that from Slash.  If he wasn’t blushing before, he certainly is now.

Tracii scoffs loudly behind Slash, and Axl’s pink flush is abruptly replaced by an angry, embarrassed red.  He hunches his shoulders and mutters a thank you when Slash slides him business card with the appointment time scribbled on the back, then heads for the door as confidently as he can manage.  This whole plan to piss Tracii off is going to backfire if he keeps getting flustered by the cute, overly-friendly new artist. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” Slash calls after him cheerfully.

Slash watches him walk out the door and back towards the Rose, then finally turns around to meet Tracii’s incredulous scowl.

"You’re not really going to do a piece for him, are you?"

"Uh, yeah, why wouldn’t I?"

"’Cause he’s a Grade-A fucking asshole who’s had it out for me and my shop ever since I moved in."

Slash laughs dismissively.  "You’re full of shit, Tracii, he seems like a real sweetheart to me."

Tracii snorts.  "Axl Rose, a fucking sweetheart?”

“You jealous, Guns?”

“Hardly,” Tracii says with a scowl. “He’s going to hate the tattoo and then use it as an excuse to give me even more shit than he already does. It’ll be unbearable around here with him bitching all the time.”

“You mean like how you’re bitching right now? You don’t know shit,” Slash declares, “because Axl is going to love his new ink and you’re not going to hear a thing from him except when he’s beating down our door to beg me for more.”

I’m afraid my ideas are getting predictable, but I couldn’t fucking resist.  Tagging @fan-with-issues for chatting w me about this au, and @insipidrhyme just because.

Shoutout to Tracii Guns for once again stepping in when I want to give a side character a hard time.  You’re a good sport, Trace.

[howaminotinthestrokesyet]

Where Have They Gone Now: Axl Rose

Born William Bailey originally in Lafayette, Indiana in 1962. His mother was still in high school when she had him, while his juvenile delinquent father was 20 years old. They would divorce when he was two years old, which led his father William Rose abducting him and reportedly molesting the young boy. His mother remarried to a man named Steven Bailey, who was not much better than his birth father. Axl and his siblings were beaten on a regular basis and once again reportedly molested as well. Led by his stepfather, the Rose household was very strict religiously growing up in the Pentecostal faith. He was required to attend church 7 to 8 times a week, and even taught Sunday school on occasion. This seems to be in stark contrast to the Axl Rose we will see later. Axl would comment on his upbringing. “We'd have televisions one week, then my stepdad would throw them out because they were Satanic. I wasn't allowed to listen to music. Women were evil. Everything was evil." Music became a source of solace from an early age as he began singing in the church choir at the age of five. Rose began as a natural baritone, but decided to change his pitch consistently during practice just to anger the teacher. The future Guns N’ Roses lead singer also began to study piano at Jefferson High School, as well as participating in high school musicals. At the age of 17, Axl was going through some insurance papers when he discovered the existence of his biological father. At that time, he unofficially adopted his real father‘s last name of Rose, but told everyone he would not share a first name with him only referring to himself as W. Rose. After this discovery, the young man began to completely act out leading to at least 20 misdemeanor arrests from public intoxication to assault. Lafayette police were trying to charge him as a habitual criminal when he moved to LA in 1982 at the age of 20.

Almost immediately upon arrival, Rose joined the band Rapidfire with guitarist Kevin Lawrence. He had met him just outside the Troubadour in West Hollywood. They recorded a five song demo, but due to legal actions was not released until 2014. The EP was entitled Ready To Rumble. His next band included childhood friend and guitarist Izzy Stradlin, which they named Hollywood Rose. They recorded a demo featuring songs like “Shadow of Your Love,” “Anything Goes,” and “Reckless Life.” These songs would appear on various releases throughout the years including 2004’s, The Roots of Guns N’ Roses. The band would break up just after the hiring of Slash and Steven Adler. The biggest reason for this was that Rose decided to join LA Guns led by guitarist Tracii Guns. As he struggled for musical success, the young Axl continued to work to make any sort of money including night manager of Tower Records and even smoking cigarettes for a scientific study at UCLA with Izzy Stradlin. By 1985, Rose had restarted Hollywood Rose, so this band and LA Guns could merge their members. Guns N’ Roses was finally born, but almost immediately Tracii Guns and two other members left the band. Essentially, Guns N’ Roses became an expanded version of Hollywood Rose rather than any connection to LA Guns. They simply liked the name, so they kept it. Yet, there is absolutely no Guns in the band.

One thing to understand about Rose and his prima donna behavior that eventually led to the disintegration of the band was that every band in Los Angeles wanted him to be their lead singer in the mid-1980s. Axl had a certain buzz about the energy and intensity he brought every night on stage that could not be replicated. He represented the shining star of the Sunset Strip at that time; he could pick any group that was not signed to a record contract. The band would sign with Geffen Records in 1986, but one thing to note was that right before he changed his name officially to W. Axl Rose. The name originated when he was playing in a band called the Axls, so one of his bandmates suggested that he change his name to Axl. Rose thought it was a cool idea and never changed it. As the band began their sudden rise to the top of the music world, people began to realize that Rose was much different than any other singer before him. He began to single people out in the crowd, who were causing problems after two people died at the Monsters of Rock Festival in 1988. Most times previously singers would tell roadies to take care of it without publicly calling out anyone in the crowd. If you listen to their live compilation album, there are a couple of tracks where you can hear him actually doing this. Axl would say this in a 1992 interview. “Most performers would go to a security person in their organization, and it would just be done very quietly. I'll confront the person, stop the song: 'Guess what: You wasted your money, you get to leave.'" Upon the release of their EP Lies, Rose ran into quite a bit of controversy for his use of racial and homophobic slurs in the song, “One in a Million.” His explanation and defense of the use of the terms at the time was he meant it to be a joke about people that are a pain in your ass in your life. If that had occurred in our present times, he would have been canceled immediately. In 1992, the singer tried to explain the use of the lyrics once again relating some personal experiences he had with blacks and gays that had formed this negative connotation in his mind. For all the controversy, the group was dropped from a 1992 AIDS benefit show. By 1989, most rock writers had begun to see him as one of the top frontmen in rock and roll at the time. Rolling Stone had such respect for him as a singer that they allowed him to use his personal photographer for their story on him, instead of someone on their staff. During the recording of Use Your Illusion, Rose began to impose his will upon the band in a variety of ways. He forced the band to accept his friend Dizzy Reed as a keyboardist. Axl then wanted to fire their longtime manager Alan Nevin, which the band had to go along with because the singer threatened to not perform on the album if he was allowed to stay.

The Use Your Illusion tour began in May 1991 highlighted by concerts that started hours late, rants of his on stage, and even a riot in St. Louis. He tried to jump into the crowd during that show to take away a fan’s video camera, so after he got back on stage Rose quit the concert. Upon seeing an empty stage, the 25,000 people there started a riot. The damage bill came out to be just around $200,000. The friendships between the band members and Rose were gradually imploding throughout the tour. At one point, Axl demanded and received legal ownership of the Guns N’ Roses brand name. He had supposedly issued an ultimatum either give me legal ownership or I will not perform. Axl would later deny these reports saying the contract would not have been legally binding if he had done such a thing. Who knows what the truth is when it comes to this band sometimes? The singer helped to start another riot in Montreal at a concert co-headlined by Metallica. The heavy metal band had their concert cut short because pyrotechnics severely burned lead singer James Hetfield. Once again, Rose was nowhere near the venue to go on early coming on stage very late. The group needed to do an extensive set to make up for the short one by Metallica, but Rose cut his set short claiming voice problems. Once again, the fans rioted leading to some extensive fines directed towards the singer by Canadian authorities.

In 1994, the band released the covers album The Spaghetti Incident, which included a hidden track originally written by Charles Manson. Axl had intended the song to be a message to his ex-girlfriend Stephanie Seymour. The controversy that followed this song meant that the band needed to donate money for the son of one of the victims of those murders. In 1994, Rose also decided to terminate guitarist Gilby Clarke as a member of the band without consulting any of the other members. This decision was made so that Axl could bring in the controversial guitar replacement, Paul Tobias, which eventually led to Slash leaving the band. By 1997, the only original member of Guns N’ Roses was one Axl Rose. He had started to fade from any public view becoming essentially a rock and roll hermit. The media had dubbed him either Rock and Roll’s Greatest Recluse or the Howard Hughes of Rock and Roll. By the late 1990’s, rumors began to spread that Rose was forming a new lineup of Guns N’ Roses for an album entitled Chinese Democracy.

The absolute insanity that was Chinese Democracy took place from 2001 to 2011. The album would be officially released in 2008, but not after several starts and stops over and over again. A tour of the new album had been scheduled from 2001 to 2002, but almost all of the shows were either cut short or canceled because Rose was either a no-show or would quit very quickly. Finally, in 2006 and 2007, he actually toured as Guns N’ Roses promising new music. The concert offered very little in Chinese Democracy, but only concentrated on their hit songs. Around this time, he had changed his hair into cornrows, which got a laugh from music fans everywhere. One should note that Izzy Stradlin actually made a few guest appearances during that tour. Fans had hoped that a reunion collaboration might occur, but there was no such luck. Upon the release of Chinese Democracy, the singer did everything he could to sabotage any possible success the album might have overall. He refused to promote the album, would not return phone calls, or give interviews for three months after the release of the album. By the time he actually did say something about the album, the reclusive Rose complained that Interscope Records did not help them very much in promoting the album. In 2009, Axl and GNR went on a 2 1/2 year long tour, which included a headlining appearance at Rock in Rio 4. Around that time, he was sued by former band manager Irving Azhoff for $1.87 million. Of course, Axl countersued him claiming that he was forced to do a reunion tour because Azhoff had completely mismanaged the release, promotion, and tour of Chinese Democracy. In 2010, he sued Activision for their game Guitar Hero. Axl claimed that he had an oral agreement with the company that if “Welcome to the Jungle” was allowed on the game, then Slash nor any Velvet Revolver would not be included in any release of it. Not only was Slash’s music included in the game, but he ended up on the cover. A judge threw out the lawsuit in 2013 saying that Rose could not prove the oral agreement and the statute of limitations had run out anyway. In 2012, the Guns N’ Roses singer was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, but he declined to appear. In an open letter published on the Internet, Rose stated that due to the tensions between his former bandmates, he did not want to be where he was not wanted or respected. Yet, slowly but surely Guns N’ Roses began to tour with some of the original members culminating with the inclusion of Slash in 2016.

[whisperess33]

Pictures, Tattoos, Rock N’ Roll, And The Boy Who Smiled At Me (Tracii Guns / OC, One-Shot)

1991, L.A Guns opens for Skid Row during the ‘No Fuckin’ Frills’ tour.

Kelly headed towards her, drenched in sweat but eyes gleaming with excitement, energy still flowing in his veins despite the after-show exhaustion. She could see it, as he was almost shaking with adrenaline. He smiled brightly when he saw her waiting on the side of the stage, his grin making his high cheekbones even more visible.

“Hey little Maxwell!” he shouted merrily over the cheering of the audience, and Maxwell laughed at his excitement. 

He gave her his bass guitar, so she could properly care for it and pack it for their next destination, and quickly made his way back on the stage for the final bow. The bass was heavy in her hands, so she put the thick – and clearly oversized – strap around her body to carry it to the room the boys kept all the equipment in. Despite the fact that Maxwell knew perfectly where she was going, walking backstage was like trying to reach the other side of a road full of speeding cars: in a nutshell, be careful to look on both sides before crossing. Since L.A Guns opened for Skid Row, the main band was still backstage enjoying a few drinks before going on stage, while the roadies and staff were running in every direction like a bunch of headless chickens.

Maxwell passed by the Skid Row dressing room, peeping discreetly through the open door, silently enough not to be noticed by a very loud Sebastian – who was standing on one of the couches, wearing a bright yellow t-shirt, imitating God knows what – but her pale green hair showy enough to catch Rachel’s attention. The chain going from his nose to his ear made him look a bit intimidating, not to mention the fact that he was a pretty silent man, but after having talked to the guy a few times, Maxwell had stopped being nervous around him. His dark gaze was still very intense though. Rachel smirked, before once again focusing his gaze on Sebastian.

Maxwell entered the room next to theirs. There wasn’t much space, but being alone in there was always a moment that she welcomed with open arms. After all, being a roadie, and Kelly’s bass guitar tech, meant countless hours in the staff tour bus – only sleeping in hotels when they were lucky – and listening to live music almost 24/7. Needless to say, privacy and calm were to be given up, a price that Maxwell was glad to pay. She liked being surrounded by all these loud musicians, and she was happy to be able to call them her friends.

Max was thrilled that her parents had let her go on tour with the boys. After all, she was only 21. She had once been a studious young woman, working two jobs in two different bars on the Sunset Strip to pay for her college tuition. Her parents couldn’t pay it all, and she still lived with them to limit expenses, but she was glad for the opportunity to work, even it if was exhausting. Every monthly paycheck, Max felt that she was one step closer to independence. She still waited until the end of her third year studying musicology before she told her parents that she wished to take a year-long break and experience the world outside of university. In a way, she needed time to think about what she was going to do next. Her parents' only conditions had been that she continues to take care of herself, that she has a regular salary, and that she enjoys as much as she possibly could.

Originally, Maxwell had just intended to keep working at her jobs to save money, but the members of L.A Guns had barged into her life like a bunch of elephants in a porcelain shop. From the beginning, they had been very imposing, very loud and had had absolutely no intention to leave her alone. Maxwell had gone through the stages of initial surprise and annoyance, to getting used to their presence, to welcoming them every time they came through the doors of the bar she worked at. 

If you worked a night job on the Sunset Strip, it wasn’t rare to come across the Hollywood Vampires, as they were often called. In fact, Maxwell’s first contact with one of the boys had been when a drunk-out-of-his-ass Kelly had collapsed on her counter and had started asking her out on a date, thinking he was so charming that he had started winking at her suggestively – well, that’s what he thought, he had actually just been blinking with both eyes, which had been hilarious. The memory was always sure to bring a smile on Maxwell’s face. She had bonded nicely with the boys, especially with Kelly, who played the bass, just like her, and Tracii, who always had kind words and smiles for her. Kelly had made her do a few trials with his bass, and when Maxwell had one night expressed her desire to get out of Los Angeles for a few months, the boys had offered her to go on tour with them as a roadie and Kelly’s bass guitar tech. The attention had made Maxwell blush, as she was truly attached to the band, and the fact that Kelly trusted her with his instrument was very flattering.

And now, three months later, she was still on the road with them, in Europe. She felt good there, like she had found her place in this overly-masculine environment. Everybody was nice, the boys were generally quite protective of her anyway, and that extended to the Skid Row boys as well, particularly Sebastian and Rachel.

Sebastian’s loud laugh resonated in the corridor, and Maxwell heard the boys of the main band starting to walk towards the stage. This meant that L.A Guns would soon be finished with receiving their daily dose of the audience’s attention, and would get back in their own dressing room, probably accompanied by a few groupies, to start drinking until dawn, after what they would board their tour bus and nap all day like a bunch of toddlers. The young woman smiled; she was so fond of them.

When she finished making sure that the bass was still properly tuned, she started wiping the sweat on it with a wet cloth. 

Boy, she was pretty sure that Kelly lost half of his body-mass in sweat during each concert. Gross.

Once it was all clean and she was happy with her work, she put the bass in its case and headed towards the small – and only – bag that belonged to her in the room. She opened it and took her most precious possession in her hands. Her camera.

Since her parents had given her her first camera when she was 10, Maxwell had been obsessed with taking pictures of literally everything. It had become a kind of OCD, and her suitcase was filled with albums containing all the pictures she took of the concerts of L.A Guns and Skid Row, as well as a lot of backstage pictures, and pictures of random things that she found beautiful.

Maxwell's plans for the night mainly included watching the boys of Skid Row during their concert. She would probably never be tired of taking pictures of Sebastian Bach. As energetic and loud and over-confident as he sometimes could be, Maxwell couldn’t deny that he had a kind of youthful beauty that made him an excellent model for her pictures: he was tall, even taller than Kelly, and his dollface, long silky blond hair and baby blue eyes were an absolute pleasure to photograph.

As she was making her way to the stage, Kelly’s tall stature entered her field of vision. As soon as she saw one of his dark eyebrows raised and his arms crossed on his chest, blocking her way to the side of the stage, Maxwell knew that her program of taking pictures of Skid Row wasn’t going to happen that night. She cradled her camera to her chest and walked towards the bassist. She stopped in front of him, and Maxwell almost felt the bones in her neck crack when she tilted her head upwards to look at Kelly’s satisfied smirk.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Maxwell enquired.

“Because I know a girl. She's pretty. She has green hair. And she is going to spend the night with us, for once...” Kelly smirked.

"Nice Kelly, you'll introduce us if I meet her one day," Max joked. She didn't know if she had the strength of watching them all getting fucked up on alcohol, and who knows what else, when her program had initially included relaxing.

“... and if she refuses, I’m going to take her camera," Kelly carried on.

“Kelly, if you damage my camera, I’m going to damage one of your balls,” Maxwell looked at him in the eyes, daring him to touch her camera, her baby. She usually had a sweet and very kind disposition, but when touring, she had to play by their rules.

Kelly gulped, “Just one?”

Max raised one eyebrow, and clenched her fists, “Well, since you’re asking so nicely…”

“No no no! It’s okay, I’m not touching your camera!” He feigned being hurt. “But come with us though, why are you always taking pictures of them?” he said, pouting, while leading her to the large dressing room with a hand on her back. Maxwell let him, Kelly was always particularly protective of her, in a brotherly kind of way.

“Well it’s obvious Kelly, use your brain…” she said, looking at him thinking hard, “I mean, they’re so much more handsome than you bunch of uglies.”

“Hey, you know it’s not true! Plus, we have the best hair!”

“You all have the same hair, Kelly. Same colour, same length, same originality,” Maxwell said laughing. “BO-RING”.

“You love it though.”

“Yes, I do.”

“And you love us.”

“Don’t be so sure about that.”

They arrived at the door of the dressing room, and Kelly took Maxwell in his arms, half-bent over her small stature. Max leant in, glad for the affection, and hugged him back. To her, Kelly was the big brother she never had the chance to have, and she knew that he felt the same way. Kelly booped her nose, laughing, and took a seat – or rather, crashed like a morbidly obese sea lion – on one of the couches, next to a girl wearing a red dress.

Tracii was absent. If Max remembered correctly what Kelly had mentioned on the way, he was taking a shower to relax and get rid of the after-show sweat. Max could understand; showers in the venues were rare, so every time there were some to their disposition, they tried to make the most of it. Most of the boys were playing cards and drinking, except maybe for Phil, the oldest member of the band and without any doubt the horniest as well, who was busy with the girl leaning seductively against him. Maxwell didn’t really like the groupies, but she admired their openness regarding their own desires, when Max already found it difficult to bond with people. The boys had become her temporary family, and she was comfortable with them, despite being one of the only girls on the road with them.

The girl in the red dress clinging to Phil was stunning, in a way that was sensual and innocent at the same time. She was of mixed ethnicity, with one of her parents probably being Asian and the other Caucasian, and she seemed to have gotten the best parts of each side : long straight thick black hair, dark almond shaped eyes shining with intelligence, a discreet smirk, and surprisingly, a few freckles on her pale skin. For once, one of the groupies Phil had chosen looked decent enough.

Maxwell looked down at her forearms. Even though they were pale, they were also covered with freckles, pretty much just like the rest of her face and body. Max had needed a long time to accept them, especially during teenagehood, when she was always teased about them. Max’s natural hair was dark brown, just like her father’s, but the freckles and pale skin came from her mother, who was a redhead. Now, Maxwell didn’t mind this physical trait so much anymore, and she had even dyed her whole hair a light green. Now she looked truly unique, not like a bad mix of her two parents.

Max headed towards the 'couple' and lightly tapped the girl in red’s shoulder, blushing.

“Excuse me, can I take a picture of you?”

The girl didn’t seem to understand, so Phil explained, answering to Maxwell’s silent cry for help.

“Mikaela, this is Maxwell. She is obsessed with photos, she takes pictures of everything. She's a bit of a nerd, but she’s also a bass player and one of our roadies.”

Max glared at Phil. She was sure he was going to add his grain of salt to the conversation.

“Thank you Phil, but can you tell me exactly what, in your eyes, makes me a nerd?”

Phil put his arm around Mikaela’s waist, and smirked. Cocky little shit, you’re lucky you have a sexy accent and a pretty face.

“Maxie here spends her nights either taking pictures of the other band, or reading in her bed instead of hanging out and drink with us.”

Maxwell looked at the other girl and smiled.

“Don’t listen to him, I don’t take pictures of him because he’s ugly, and he’s also jealous of the fact that I can read.”

When Phil put his hand on his heart in fake hurt, Mikaela burst out laughing, and Max knew that she had just made an ally. Mikaela extended her hand for Max to shake.

“My name is Mikaela but you can call me Mika, everyone does. And of course, you can take my picture, it's so lovely!”

Maxwell smiled and shot several pictures, some of Mika alone, and others with Phil. They sure would have made a sexy couple, but she knew Phil wouldn't settle down before long. Mika seemed aware of it and didn't look bothered by this fact.

          Max was so solitary that she had a hard time trusting people, and had to her own despair never dated anyone. She had had massive crushes on classmates but her shyness made her stop there. No one – that she knew of – ever seemed to reciprocate her feelings. She was not ashamed of it, as her situation was in majority due to her own choices, but she had to admit that she avoided talking about it. If the guys knew, she would never hear the end of it, not counting the fact that they would try to find a man for her in every city they would stop at. But Maxwell knew that she couldn't just settle for one night. As stupid as it might sound in this sex, drugs and rock n' roll environment, stability and a simple and honest relationship were what she desired and she was decided to settle for no less than that.

Maxwell thanked Mika: “Thank you, the pictures are going to turn out so good!”

“No, thank you Max, at least I’ll have some memories of tonight,” Mika scribbled on a piece of paper, “if you ever have them developed, could you send them to me? This is my address, we should keep in contact.”

Phil sent Maxwell the ‘I can’t believe you just made friends with the girl I intend to bang tonight’ look, and Max silently answered with a clever smirk, almost feeling demon horns growing on her head. It’s good to be evil sometimes.

“Go on Maxie, you’ve got your pictures, now go bother Mick and Steve,” Phil said, seemingly eager to get rid of her. He could be a bit abrasive sometimes, but deep down, he was a nice guy.

  “Okay Phil, I’m going away, but first you have to stop calling me Maxi– “

Before she had the time to finish her sentence, Maxwell felt two rather strong tattooed arms snake around her waist, surprising her. The owner of the two arms glued his torso to her back and Max felt a kiss being pressed on her cheek. She blushed.

She liked Tracii a lot. He was not only a very good guitar player, but also a very good friend, who from the beginning, had been nothing but supportive of her. Maxwell had an ungodly amount of pictures of him, mainly because Tracii posed for her every time he saw her with her camera just because he knew that it made her happy. Out of all the members of the band, Kelly and Tracii were the ones Max had the most tenderness for, but even she could make a distinction between the brotherly bond she shared with Kelly and the thing – for lack of a better word – that she felt for Tracii.

“Hi Maxie! Finally decided to join us, haven’t you?” Tracii said, still enveloping her frail body in his arms. Well, she was only small compared to them: standing at 5’5, she was only a little bit smaller than Tracii, who was the smallest in L.A Guns with his 5’8. No need to precise what a delightful pleasure Sebastian Bach took in teasing Max on her height, even allowing himself the luxury to call her ‘Mini Maxie’. Damn giant.

“I didn’t really have a choice, Kelly took matters in his own hands and as you know, shit happens when he does.”

“You’ll thank me later ‘Maxie’,” Kelly smiled.

“Hey! Why can Tracii call her ‘Maxie’ and I can’t exactly?” Phil asked.

“That’s because I’m her favourite and you’re not."

Tracii smiled, his head resting on Max’s shoulder, breathing deeply, leaning slightly against her, his eyes closed. Maxwell could feel his skin, warmer than hers. He smelt all clean – he had indeed taken a shower, and every muscle in his body was obviously relaxed now, thanks to the hot water. Max lightly tapped his shoulder, she was scared he would fall asleep right there and then.

“C’mon Tracii, let’s sit with the others”

The guitarist opened his heavy eyes and smiled. Max could feel Tracii’s wet hair tickling the skin of her neck. She put her camera on the only table in the room and Tracii moved to the couch, taking Max with him, and sat her besides Mick Cripps, so close that she was obviously invading poor Mick’s personal space. Max quickly apologized, but a smile from Mick told her everything was alright. Out of all L.A Guns members, he was the one that spoke the less, or as he would rather say ‘when there is nothing to say, I don't say anything’.

When Max could finally look at Tracii, she felt her heart swell in her chest: he was so beautiful, with his wet hair, short at the back and long enough at the front to cover his eyes, his dark eyes and his long face with somewhat noble features. Damn, this thing she felt for him was becoming more and more cumbersome by the second…

“Maxie, can you help me?” Tracii woke Max up from her internal monologue, handing her a black bandana.

Maxwell nodded, while Tracii sat on the floors, between her legs with his back to her, and quickly went to work. She started by trying to untangle a few knots before brushing his hair back with her fingers. Max smiled when the guitarist let out a sigh of well-being. Just like her, he apparently loved it when someone touched his hair. Maxwell felt good, like nothing could burst the bubble of intimacy she and Tracii had built around themselves. She tied the bandana, tight enough so it wouldn’t bother him, grabbed his cap and put it on his head over the bandana.

“There, all good” she said, tapping lightly on Tracii’s cap-covered head.

“Thanks Maxie!” Tracii said, but made no move to change his position from sitting on the floor, his back against the couch, between her legs.

Maxwell got up anyway, and grabbed her camera, shooting several pictures of Tracii. When he saw her with her most treasured possession in her hands, focused on him, and him only, Tracii leaned forward a bit, showing his beautifully inked arms to Max, and smiled so brightly for her she thought she was going to become blind. After their little photo session, Max sat on the couch again, satisfied, in the same position as earlier, the guitarist once again getting comfy near her, even leaning his head on one of her legs.

When Max stopped focusing on Tracii, she realized that everyone, members of the band as well as Mika, had stopped talking to observe her and Tracii. After a minute of silence – which was very rare for the boys – except from the sound of Skid Row’s ‘Youth Gone Wild’, Max finally spoke.

“What are you all looking at?” She said, unsure of what had provoked their reaction.

All Hell broke loose at that moment, and everyone started to speak at the same time.

“So, how long has it been going?” Mick.

“Tracii, you didn’t tell me? I thought I was your best friend?!” Steve.

“You guys are so cute.” Mika.

"You look so happy together it makes me want to puke rainbows." Phil.

“Max can I be your maid of honor? Dresses suit me, I have a very slender waist!” Kelly.

Max watched the mess, totally confused. She was aware that they were just teasing her, but none of the teasings before had involved the guitarist she happened to have a nasty crush on. When she thought it couldn’t possibly get worse, Tracii started answering everything in the most unexpected way, a big goofy smile on his face.

“Well, it's been going for about a week but we wanted to wait to tell you guys. We're very happy together. Thank you honey, Mika, isn’t it? Phil, I'll take that as a compliment. Kelly, you will look dashing I’m sure!”

Maxwell didn’t know what to think of the web of lies Tracii was building around them. He was surely joking, right? She knew just like him that they were not in a relationship. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it was going to jump out of her chest. She didn’t like being the center of attention. She must have looked like a deer in the headlights, because Tracii, still sat on the ground, turned to look at her, a worried look painted on his face. His gaze was so expressive that she could almost tell what he wanted to say to her: ‘Are you okay? Have I gone too far?’

Fortunately, before the others had the time to notice the distressed look on Maxwell’s face, Phil stood, yawned out of boredom, and started to make his way to the door.

“Max, Tracii, I love you guys and I'm happy for you but all I want right now is a beer,” he said, quickly followed by Mika, and the other guys, “can you tell the Skid Row guys we’re out and they can join when they’re finished?”

“Yes, no problem. Maxwell and I need to talk anyway. Maybe I’ll join you after,” Tracii said, looking at Max.

Kelly stopped in the door frame before winking.

“Behave my little lovebirds, don’t do anything I would do.”

Max put her hands on her face to block the entire world from her view, just the time the room became silent again. She made a face before opening her fingers, and closing them again when she saw Tracii looking at her.

“Maxie…” he started. She cut him, removing her hands from her face.

“What just happened? Everything was under control one moment, and the next they were practically planning our wedding. God, I’m so embarrassed!”

Tracii looked hurt for a moment.

“You’re embarrassed because I said we were together? I’m sorry, I noticed you were uncomfortable when they were teasing you, and so I thought I would shift their attention to me…”

“It obviously worked so well Tracii!” Max snapped. She started regretting right away, the poor man looked so hurt.

“No, I’m sorry Tracii, I shouldn’t have talked to you that way. I just want to know, why tell them we’re together?”

Tracii got up and sat beside her on the now-empty couch.

“I don’t really know, it’s the first thing that came to my mind. I didn’t think you would mind so much, I… I thought I had interpreted the signs the right way but, apparently, I made a monumental mistake…”

Now Maxwell was even more confused. She looked at the guitarist: he was sitting, his elbows on his knees, face hidden in his hands. Her heart nearly broke at how sad he looked, his behaviour contrasting with his bad boy looks. His black cap, bandana, torn tank top and beautifully inked arms sure made him pass for a tough guy, but Maxwell knew that when it came to Tracii, the phrase 'never judge a book by its cover' had never been more fitting.

“What are you talking about Tracii? What signs?” she asked in what came out as barely a whisper. Max’s heart was beating so fast, because despite her question, she had the feeling she knew where this conversation was headed.

“Your signs, Maxwell. You. You were always so sweet and kind, and sometimes, I felt like I was the only one with Kelly who could make you open up to the group.”

"You're right. I mean, you both helped me a lot in the beginning, and even now. But I still don't understand what you're talking about," Max sighed, completely lost.

Tracii looked desperate for a moment, as if he was a mere second away from exploding under the pressure this conversation was putting on him.

He took a deep breath, looked at her and started talking.

"Maxwell, the day I met you, the very moment Kelly collapsed on your counter and started doing this ridiculous charm act he insists is so efficient on women, and that I saw you smile, I wanted you to be a part of my life." Tracii stopped, fiddled with the hem of his shirt and continued, "I insisted for us to always go to the bars you worked at, at the hours I was sure you were gonna be there. I wanted to get to know you. When we started hanging out and Kelly proposed that you become his bass tech, so you could come on tour with us, I was thrilled."

Max nodded, too stunned to do anything else. She didn't know any of that.

"Then you left with us, and everything was perfect. We all had a girl who we knew was competent at her job, but would also be our friend, and would take care of us just like we would take care of her. But the more I spent time with you, the more my feelings started evolving…"

Maxwell held her breath.  Anxiety seemed to be eating at her very insides. Was all this really happening? With him?

"Anyway, I'm not going to beat around the bush any longer Max. I have feelings for you, I don't know what happened, but they're here. I just thought, by how you acted with me, that you were ready to reciprocate these feelings, but everything that has happened in the last ten minutes leads me to think that I was wrong. The most stupid is, when you were hanging out with the others, or Rachel and Sebastian, I always felt a pang of jealousy arise in me. Not because I didn't trust you – you are perfectly capable of making your own choices and being with who you want – but because I envied them and the time they got to spend with you, even if we were always pretty close."

A minute of tense silence passed. Tracii reached for her hand and the feeling was so foreign to her that she jumped a bit. It was one thing to accept platonic physical contact in front of their friends, but this gesture felt more intimate than anything she had ever experienced. Yet, the guitarist never let go, and did everything he could to make her look at him in the eyes.

"I never knew Tracii, I would have never guessed."

"Well, now you know. I know that you're shy and that you don't like this kind of situation, but this time I was stuck. And it feels good to finally tell you. Don't think that because I have feelings towards you that you're not a good friend anymore. Our relationship will evolve only if you want to, but if it doesn't, be sure that I will always be there for you, Maxwell Lucy Milner.” Tracii briefly tightened his hand around hers and smiled at Max, “Always.”

Then this moment, which to Maxwell had seemed to last for seconds and hours at the same time, ended. Tracii let go of her hand and got up, heading towards the door of the room, probably to join his bandmates in whatever bar they had decided to colonize for the night.

Maxwell felt dread invade her whole body at the thought of what she wanted to do, of what was going to happen next. Even after Tracii admitted his feelings towards her, she was somehow still scared of getting rejected. Yet, she was even more scared at the thought of not doing anything.

Come on, do something, don’t let him go.

Tracii had almost reached the door when Max spoke, forcing herself to sound infinitely more assured than she really was.

“Tracii, wait!” Maxwell got up as well, made a few steps, and stopped right in front of Tracii. She looked up in his eyes, greyish-blue meeting chocolate brown. “You don’t have to be jealous you know…”

“Yes, I know it doesn’t make any sense, you don’t belong to anyone, to me even less.”

“No Tracii, what I meant was,” Max sighed, and prayed for her sudden moment of courage to stay with her until the end of the conversation, “you don’t have to be jealous because there is no reason for it. I have feelings for you too. I have since the beginning of the tour.”

All of a sudden, Max felt Tracii’s hands on her waist, the fabric of her flannel shirt thin enough to feel the warmth of his palms, and the delicate strength he applied on her sides.

“Maxie, are you sure? Because I don’t want you to say that just to please me…”

“I couldn’t be more sure.”

“Max that’s… that’s wonderful!” Tracii was smiling so hard that Max thought he was going to break his jaw, his high cheekbones making him look adorable.

She lowered her head. She felt like a teenager, ashamed to tell her friends about her inexperience.

“No Tracii, you don’t understand. I… I’ve never had a boyfriend.”

The guitarist’s eyes opened wide, but his smile didn’t fade, and Maxwell thought she could see tenderness in his gaze.

“Never. Like, never never?”

“Never never.” Max repeated, smiling sadly. In an attempt to feel less vulnerable, she hugged Tracii, and hid her face in his neck so he couldn’t see her. She sighed in relief when Tracii’s arms looped around her waist, applying a gentle and reassuring pressure on her body. She felt Tracii hold his breath and waited for him to speak.

“Wait, so… that means that you’ve never…?”

“Please Tracii, don’t say it, this situation is already awkward enough for me as it is.” Maxwell whispered, slightly uncomfortable.

Tracii chuckled, and Max tapped his shoulder as roughly as her position would allow.

“And don’t laugh at me!”

“Maxwell, I’m not laughing at you. I promise. But it’s ridiculous.”

“I know, no need to remind me…”

“No, it’s not you who is ridiculous. It’s all these boys who have never dared to ask you out. They have missed a rare gem. You might not trust yourself enough to see it Maxie, but I do. You are pretty, intelligent, patient, modest… you’re beautiful, inside and out. Don’t put yourself down, it’s useless because I’ll always be there to tell you this, every hour of every day that pass by where you'll allow me to be by your side.”

Max felt tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. She always promised her mom that she wouldn’t settle down with the first man who would shower her in compliments and sweet words but… how could her mother know how alive he made her feel, and what Maxwell really felt towards this man?

How much she loved him. Wait, what?

Maxwell smiled at her realization, but decided to keep it to herself. One day maybe, when she feels more assured and comfortable, she would tell him. 

 She slightly broke away from Tracii, and looked him in the eyes. They were shining with what she could only call adoration. Suddenly, Tracii leaned towards her and kissed her cheek, right where a tear she hadn't even realized the existence of had rolled down her skin. Then he kissed her other cheek, and Maxwell closed her eyes.

His lips felt almost shy and hesitant on hers, but they were warm and soft. The feeling was foreign, and not quite as ‘magical’ as in the novels Max had read when she was younger, but it was simple, full of affection and she felt safe with him. She answered to his kiss as she could, trying to communicate what she felt for him through it, all despite her inexperience. Tracii didn’t try to go further than this, probably not wanting her to feel overwhelmed.

A shrill whistle surprised them, and Tracii and Max, surprised, moved away from each other at the speed of lightning, almost as if they were two schoolchildren caught red-handed putting thumbtacks on the teacher’s chair.

There, all piled up to fit in the door frame and not miss one second of the show, was the entirety of Skid Row. Max had not even realized that more than one hour had passed since the end of L.A Guns’s concert. Scotti Hill crossed his arms on his chest.

“Well, well, well, who would have thought?” He said, a naughty smirk plastered on his face.

Max blushed and looked down. Tracii walked to her and took her hand in his.

“If Mini Maxie ends up pregnant and it’s a boy, you’ll have to call him Sebastian! If it’s a girl, well… Sebastiana?” The singer exclaimed, obviously proud of himself.

“How original Baz, very impressive.” Dave ‘Snake’ Sabo laughed at the singer, while Rachel’s eyes rolled so far in the back of his head at Sebastian's suggestions that Max thought they were going to get stuck.

The bassist spoke up when Max met his dark gaze. He smirked as well, the young girl's discomfort being for him a source of prime quality entertainment.

“And as future godfather, I veto those two names, one Sebastian is already more than enough for me to handle.”

Max chuckled discreetly and smiled at Rachel. She definitely had a knack for brotherly relationships with bassists. Rachel started walking away from the door, making sure that his bandmates follow him, all distracted by the idea of an after-show drinking session with L.A Guns. Before he disappeared from her view, Max thought she saw Rachel wink at her, but the gesture was so furtive that she wondered if she hadn’t just imagined it.

When she felt Tracii’s arms snake around her waist, asking for contact, she gladly returned in his arms, her back to his torso, both of his hands joining on her stomach, and his head on her shoulder. When he spoke, his voice – not quite low but still unmistakably masculine  –  made Max shiver.

“We are fucked, there is no way Sebastian can shut his mouth, especially after a few beers.” Max felt the guitarist smile against her flannel-covered shoulder, and a few seconds later, a kiss was pressed on her neck.

“Well, technically, they already believe that we are together, so they will not be surprised.”

“You’re right… maybe I made a good decision when I decided to lie earlier.”

“It’s not right to lie,” Max chastised gently, “but today, I’m glad you did.”

They spent a few minutes in each other's arms, in silence, before Maxwell frowned.

“Trace?”

“Yes, honey?” He answered, just before covering her cheeks with kisses, which made Max laugh. He was so affectionate, and she was pleased to discover this side of him.

“Didn’t you want to go to the bar with the others?”

Tracii stayed silent for a second before responding.

“I think I’d prefer to stay with you tonight, all I want to do is bring you back to our tour bus and spend the night with you.”

Maxwell paused for a moment.

“Tracii, I... I’m not sure if this is a good idea. I’m afraid you’re going to have to be patient for… plus I don’t want you to feel forced to stay with me just because I rarely go to bars. I’m fine with a night by myself.”

“No no no, Maxie I didn’t mean it like that! God, we’re going to take our time. And you’re not forcing me to do anything. We have all tour to drink with the others. All I want right now is to hold you in my arms.”

Despite how tempting the thought of a night in the arms of the man she loved was, Max was still hesitant. Not regarding Tracii’s behaviour, as she trusted him completely – especially as he had said nothing would happen that night – and she knew him quite well by now, but rather regarding the fact that he was a child of rock n’ roll before anything else and she didn’t want to separate him from his music, from his life.

“The others are going to miss you.” She tried, turning in his arms to look at him. He was grinning, completely aware of what she was trying to do. He pecked her lips.

“They will be so drunk they won’t even notice that I’m not with them.”

“The bunk bed is too tight for two people.” 

“Good.” He simply answered, a devilish look in his eyes. Another peck on her lips.

Max decided to try one last time to convince him, secretly delighted that he wanted to spend some time with her.

“Kelly will plan 35 different ways to kill you when he sees me in your bed, and Phil will imagine all kinds of dirty scenarios and will tell everything about them in detail. We’re never going to hear the end of it.”

Tracii pretended to think about it for a second before the shadow of a naughty smirk crossed his face, his eyes shining with a playful glow.

“I think I’ll take the risk.”

[zosociologist]

@ Tracii Guns & Dee Snider chomping David Crosby's ass out for dissing Eddie Van Halen:

*chef's kiss*

[sexcoffeeandkellynickelsfics]

The Hollywood Vampire - Kelly Nickels x Reader

Chapter 2 - Like a Fire

This is a beefy chapter! Things start getting warm and weird! 🙃

I hope you guys like it!

That night you’d dreamt of Kelly but the dreams they were weird and vivid and almost like they were real.

Maybe less cocktails tonight Y/N.

You groaned and rolled over to face the bedside table to read the clock 8.32am. I need coffee you told yourself out loud and I need it now. You threw back the covers and swung out of bed warm feet onto the cold floor and shuddered.

You flung open the bedroom door and padded across your apartment to the kitchen pulled a mug out the cupboard and scooped three large scoops of instant coffee from the jar adding boiled water you made you way to the fridge to retrieve the milk.

Why did your neck hurt so much this morning? You felt like you’d done 3 rounds in a wrestling ring!

You decided on a bath to freshen up and hopefully work out this kink in your neck. You sauntered into the bathroom setting your mug on the side of the bath as you plugged it and began running the taps, swirling some bubble bath through the water. You stripped yourself of your sleepwear and lowered yourself into the tub sinking deep into the mountain of bubbles. You began dozing after a while and the vivid weird dreams came to visit again. You began hearing voices.. no a voice… It was deep, smooth and it sounded like Kelly, your breathing became shallow almost breathless. You sighed as goosebumps erupted over every part of your body. You felt like every part of you was on fire. It felt sensual, it was like he was seducing you. You wanted this fire to consume you; you wanted Kelly to consume you, you needed him to. The allure to him was mind blowing and whatever ‘spell’ he had cast on you made you want him more and more.

He was like a drug, a beautiful mind altering drug, an addiction you couldn’t stop and you needed your fix. Now. You came falling back hard to reality when the the cold tap began spraying freezing water out into the bath.

“Ahh Fuck, Fuck that’s fucking freezing!” You yelled jumping out and grabbing for the towel. You must of relaxed too much and knocked it with your foot.

These dreams were vivid and felt so real but you weren’t sure you minded. You weren’t sure you minded having your thoughts and dreams invaded by Kelly although you’d much rather he invade your bed.

The day dragged. There were no more day dreams. Just you and a list of things as long as your arm to do around your apartment. About half way through the afternoon you began to panic about you were gonna wear. You rummaged through all your clothes praying you’d find something you didn’t look like garbage in. You finally settled on a cut up tank top and a leather mini skirt that made your ass look great, you decided throwing your leather jacket over it would do. You started on your make up flicking some black liner around your eyes and applying a deep red lipstick to your lips. You ran a brush through your hair fluffing it up slightly and sprayed it with some hair spray to keep it looking at least half decent. You dowsed yourself in perfume and then pulled on a pair of boots, throwing your jacket on and bag over your shoulder and checked yourself over in the mirror before you left to make your way to the bar.

Tonight was the warmest it had been in weeks so you pulled your leather jacket off and threw it over your shoulder.

You reached the bar and pushed through the double doors scanning around to see if you could see Kelly or maybe even Sam or Phil but no-one you know caught your eye.

You made your way over to the bar and scanned the menu seeing what took your fancy.

KellyYou were off in your own little world and almost jumped out of your skin when a hand grabbed yours.

“Well don’t you look ravishing tonight Y/N” you relaxed when you heard Kelly’s voice.

You turned to face him and was he ever a sight leather pants not fully laced up, a cut out Harley Davidson shirt and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Was it just you or was it hot in here. You felt the heat rise through you and you shuddered.

“Hey come with me” he told you grabbing your hand and leading you through the bar pushing open a door next to the side of the stage.

“I want you to meet the rest of the guys, I know you’ve only met Phil”

You weaved the corridors still clutching onto Kelly’s hand. Touching him was almost electrifying and make you feel dare you say it delightfully weak.

You reached another door which he pushed and held open for you.

When you entered several pairs of eyes trained on you. You glanced around and cause sight of what appeared to be Sam straddling who appeared to be Phil on the sofa in the corner of the room caught up in a very heated make out session.

Kelly cleared his throat.

“Guys this is Y/N she’s with me tonight” he firmly told the room full of men “so keep ya filthy paws away from her she’s off limits” he then began pointing out the guys to you.

Did…. Did he just call you his?

“That’s Tracii, you gotta watch him he’ll try to take you home, Steve, Mick and then obviously you’ve met Phil but he’s apparently too busy sucking face with your friend here” Kelly chuckled.

There it was again you felt the heat rising up your body burning you, making you feel out of this world.

You mingled around with guys chatting and getting to know them, you didn’t really speaking to Sam she was more interested in how much saliva she could exchange.

You leant your arm on the counter next you and watched talking the whole scene in front of you in.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around you as you looked on.

“What do you think then doll? They aren’t a bad bunch are they?” Kelly asked you.

His breath was hot on your neck, stifling hot. “N..n…no they aren’t” you stuttered “they seem pretty cool guys”

His mouth was so close to the pulse point on your neck it made you feel dizzy. He was so intoxicating, although you’d spent all this time with him it still didn’t feel like enough, you hadn’t had enough of your fix, you still needed more.

You were interrupted by Tracii shouting something about 5 minutes till show time over the room.

“I’m gonna go find a good spot to watch from” you told him. “I can’t wait to watch you work your magic”

“Have fun and I’ll see you after” he said as he grabbed your hand and kissed it sending shivers down your spine.

You wondered back out to the bar and found a good spot to watch the band. Sam came and found you a few moments later.

“So…. You and Mr Jawline of the year over there? You a thing?” She asked you.

“I; I don’t think we are, but there’s some about him something that’s drawing me in” you stammered. “You and Phil I take you’re a thing from the way you’ve spent most of the evening sucking face” you giggled bumping against her.

“Y/N between him and that British accent of his and the magic he can work with his tongue he’s got me weak at the knees” she giggled.

Typical Sam.

“Hey look they’re coming on!” She nudged you excitedly.

“We’re L.A. Guns! Let’s rock!” Phil shouted into the microphone. “This songs called Never Enough”

The sounds of the song echoed through the bar.

You weren’t focusing on anyone else just Kelly he really was working his magic. You couldn’t stop watching him. He was drawing you further and further in.

His eyes trained in on yours as he backed the vocals up. “I've been walking in my sleep, can you give me what I need” you felt that feeling come over you like in the dreams it made your knees feel weak, your head feel dizzy and the goosebumps that erupted over your body was almost euphoric.

You must of drifted off into a world of your own because Sam started nudging at you telling you the set had finished.

“Y/N are you okay? She asked you.

You snapped back out of your little bubble.

“Yeah Sam yeah I’m great! Was just enjoying the music is all” you nodded your head.

“Come on let’s go find the guys”

She dragged you round through the door behind the stage. And you were picked up into a firm sweaty hug his ring adorned hands finding their way strategically to your ass.

Then he spoke and you let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“So what did you think?” Kelly asked you dropping you back down to the floor.

“You guys were great, I had a great time”

“I’m glad you did Y/N” he grinned.

You couldn’t help yourself stare him up and down. He was a sight dripping with sweat, his pants hanging low on his hips and he’d apparently lost his shirt since leaving the stage, you were trying not stare but you were failing.

You shifted your eyes down from his chest following the trail of hair leading down under his pants. You were hot just thinking about how much you wanted to follow where it lead. You were glad to of worn so little layers of clothing as you felt a sheen of sweat build on your body.

“Let me go freshen up sweetheart, then we’ll grab some drinks okay?” He disappeared.

He came back buttoning up a black and red checked shirt half way up, letting the rest hang loosely on his shoulders.

“Ready?” He asked you.

“Sure thing!” You replied.

He grabbed your hand and there it was again that electrical feeling.

You spent the rest of the evening chatting and drinking away but the stifling heat between you and Kelly never left, it stayed creeping it’s way through your body. It was unbearable but you never wanted it to stop.

It was getting late and you couldn’t keep your eyes open so you ended up excusing yourself to go home and jump into bed. You told Kelly you’d be back again next weekend.

He pulled you in for another sweltering knee buckling hug, told you to keep safe and bid you farewell with another kiss on your hand.

You hadn’t made it far when the catcalling started;

“Hey pretty girl, want me to take you for a ride? This dicks much better than those pretty boys down there!” He shouted gesturing toward the bar.

You put your head down and carried on walking.

Suddenly you felt a hand clamp down on your shoulder and spin you around.

“It’s rude to ignore people you little bitch!” He spat. He clamped his hand over your mouth and started dragging you down an unlit path. Squirming and thrash to trying to get this asshole to let go. Tears were pricking in the corner of your eyes and didn’t know what to do next.

“If you won’t give me what I want I’ll fucking help myself to it!”

Next thing you knew he’d shoved you face first up a wall, hand wrapped around your throat and was pulling your skirt up and underwear down. You began thrashing and trying to scream but the restriction caused it to just come out as a squeak.

You heard him fumbling with his belt and pulling his trousers down.

Then suddenly nothing the restriction to your throat had gone. You turned around shaking, tears streaking down you face.

What stood in front of you should of made you scream, made you run as fast as you could but it didn’t. Instead it made everything make sense, it captivated you and made your jaw drop in awe.