#all u need to know is shes the one who takes over after delilah accidentally explodes mr house into a bloody vapor cloud

[plasma-packin-mama]

Miss New Vegas herself

[ubernoxa]

The Dare

Chapter 13: Drew James

A Guns N’ Roses Fanfic

Summary: Mags meets a writer. Axl is tired of Nikki being a piece of shit

Chapter 13: Drew James

The easiest way to describe Drew was the he was forgettable. With his shaggy brown hair and medium stature, his appearance looked like he stumbled out of a generic fashion catalog. He wasn’t unattractive, but he never stood out in a room. Simply put, he was a nobody.

He sling his camera strap around his shoulder and climbed to the infamous Motley house. His manager recently challenged him to write a story that was out of his comfort zone. To write a story so juicy, no one could put it down. Once his boss left his desk, Drew immediately rolled his eyes and cursed himself.

‘A story that no one could put down,’ he thought to himself and rolled his eyes. Such an original task. After days of researching he realized that he needed to get the behind the scenes look at what it was like to be an up and coming rock star. With the groupies, the drugs, and the alcohol, maybe people couldn’t put it down. Where else to start, than the infamous house of Motley Crue.

The stench of sweet, booze, and pure 100% unsaturated shit punched him in the nose. He thanked God for his forgettable appearance and ability of remain hidden as he slithered through the party.

It was impossible for him to maneuver the room without bumping into someone. He tightly held onto his camera and headed to some table that had countless drinks on it. His original plan was to talk to one of the girls and take pictures the part, but every time he saw and girl to talk to, he immediately lost his voice or chickened out.

“You here alone?” Mags looked over the guy that poured himself a drink.

“Yeah,” he thanked god for the second time tonight that he could talk and his voice didn’t disappear.

In front of him stood a girl who was maybe 20 or 22 with hair that flowed to her shoulders and a dress that left little to the imagination. Drew made sure to focus on the Mag’s face, afraid he would accidentally start a fight that he knew well enough that he couldn’t end.

“How about you...I mean in a no creepy way..I’m not gonna like drug you or anything,” Mags giggled at the guy’s nerves.

“Nah I came with some people,” Mags motioned generically over towards where Duff, Mags, Izzy, and Axl sat.

So she was a groupie, interesting.

“Nice camera, may I?” Mags motioned towards Drew’s camera.

“Yeah,” for some reason part of him told him to hand it over towards her. Was it because she was a cute girl who was interested in him? Maybe? But he would never admit it.

She pulled him in towards her and took a picture of the two of them. His heart quickened as the girl pulled him in towards her. She smelled like roses. Why was a Rose hanging around in a place that smelled like shit?

“I’m drew by the way,” he said as she handed him the photo.

“Mags,” she took another sip of her drink while feeling a pair of eyes on her.

“Seems like your friends are missing you,” Drew said feeling a pit grow in his stomach.

Mags shot a look up at him, was he sad? Did he actually enjoy her company.

“I wouldn’t call them all my friends,” Mags chucked. “The girl who is currently playing with that guy’s hair is my friends and my brother is somewhere around here. The rest of those guys are just from my brother’s band. Definitely more associates than friends,” she added. So she was single, he let a smile quickly pop on his face.

“So what are you doing here, doesn’t exactly look like your scene,” Mags asked earring a chuckle from Drew.

“Not my scene is a good way to put it. I’m actually a writer and I’m trying to find the next story,” Drew decides to be honest with Mags. If she truly was who she said she was then he might get a story after all.

“Have you heard of Guns an’ Roses?” Mags took a step closer to Drew as she spoke. Could maybe this writer lead her brother to his big break?

“I heard them play earlier. Pretty good and pretty unique,” their sound was something he hadn’t heard before. He was shocked when they played and it was extreme heavy metal like Crue. He was shocked in a good way, heavy metal was never his cup of tea.

“Get ready to meet them and get your story,” Mags grabbed him by the hand and guided him towards Delilah and company.

“Looks like someone is bringing over company,” Axl observed taking another sip of his beer.

“$10 she brings him home,” Slash said without an ounce of hesitation.

“$10 she doesn’t,” Delilah shot her head to her left seeing the bassist from Motley Crue.

“U all r’ turible,” Delilah croaked was she playfully shoved Nikki. Duff pulled her in closer and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Why? She didn’t know, but he liked it.

“And you are very drunk,” Nikki tapped the top of her nose with his finger earning a confused look from Delilah.

Axl sat across from Nikki wearing a heavy scowl. Was he seriously flirty with Delilah? She wasn’t his.

Noticing Axl on the edge Slash quickly said, “A place like this makes our apartment look like heaven.”

He earned some quick laughs from Nikki, Delilah, and Duff. Axl; however, remained unchanged.

“Drew meet Delilah, Duff, Nikki, Axl, and Slash. Everyone this is Drew,” Mags casually said before joining the group.

She looked over towards Delilah who was smiling and giggling at whatever Duff whispered into his ear with a smile.

This smile quickly disappeared when she saw Nikki sitting next to Delilah and Duff. She shot him a glare as his fingers would ‘accidentally’ touch Delilah’s thighs while he told a story. Classic Nikki fucking Sixx, he always wants what other people have. It’s like he has a point to prove.

Axl and Mags locked eyes and shared a knowing glance at to what Sixx was doing.

They all talked in causal conversation and Mags took a couple photos until her and Delilah began to dance while still remaining seated. Mags sitting on just the floor caused no problems, she even got Drew to relax and enjoy the moment with some dancing.

“Holy fuck, Delly,” Duff said under his breath as he leaned his head back. Delilah giggled at his reaction and turned around so now she was facing him.

“What?” She smirked as she finally connected what was going on. This wasn’t the first time that this happened. The last time she danced while on his lap drove him crazy, and she was looking for more.

He once again tightened his grip on Delilah and buried his head into her hair. She smelled like roses.

“Follow me,” he whispered into Delilah’s ear as she followed him away from the group.

Once they were out of earshot Mags turned to Nikki and blurted, “What the hell is your problem?”

“What do you mean,” Nikki threw on his signature smirk causing Axl to shoot out of his seat.

“Stay away from Delilah,” Axl commanded as he towered of Nikki. He stood up from his seat now only a few inches taller than Axl.

“Or what,” Nikki laughed back, the smirk never leaving his face.

“I’ll beat the living shit out of ya,” Axl stood only inches from Nikki’s face. For those who didn’t know them, one might think they were about to kiss.

A small crowd formed around the two musicians. Axl was known to have a temper, and Nikki was know to be a dick. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time for the singer and bassist to get into a fight.

“Hey Nikki, want some blow,” everyone turned to see Tommy holding a small baggy in the air. His timing wasn’t a coincidence.

“Yeah man, wouldn’t pass a chance to do it with you,” Nikki replied with a smirk never leaving his face and his eyes never leaving Axl’s.

“Let’s go,” Slash said bringing Axl back to earth.

They quickly found Stevie and they all left the party.

“Slash, if Duff and Delilah are fucking when we get back you owe me a pack of cigs,” Axl yelled as he trailed behind the others walking at his own pace.

[kenzieskpopwonderland]

BTS-When You Move/Take His Stuff

I was in the shower and was thinking what would happen if like my stuff had been switched and I would cry and then it developed into this so.... enjoy! It’s not my best tho.........

unedited tho

Pretty fluffy although some has strong sexual hints (COUGH BLANTENT MENTIONS COUGH)

okay but WHY ARE THEY SO PRETTY I LOVE LOOKING AT BTS OMG

S E O K J I N

“Jagiyaaaaaaaaaa,” Jin called from the kitchen. “Where are the chips?”

Your eyes widened, and you swallowed, “What chips?”

“You know, my favorite cheddar ones! I only bought them yesterday!” You could hear JIn rummaging around the pantry, opening and shutting cabinets, and even the fridge. You could listen to his loud sigh and his heavy footsteps leaving the kitchen towards the living room where you sat with a book ... and Jin’s chips in your lap.

Quickly, you rolled up the bag and stuffed it under the couch while wiping the crumbs from your fingers. Holding your book to make it seem like you hadn’t done anything wrong.

A pouting Seokjin moped into the room and threw himself at the couch cushion next to you. “I was really craving chips.” He rotated to lay his head on your lap, moving your book to the side, his long legs hanging over the armrest.

He looked so sad that you couldn’t help but lean down and give him a quick kiss, forgetting about the cheddar dust on your lips.

“JAGIYA! HOW COULD YOU!”

“IM SORRY I DIDN’T KNOW!”

“Y/N, I love you but I don’t think I can continue this relationship if you plan to continue betraying me this way.” You giggled at Jin’s over-dramaticness, pulling out the bag of chips and leaning in to kiss him again.

Soon enough, your book lay long forgotten.

Y O O N G I

“Y/N? Do you know where the CD I had laying on the dresser went to?” Yoongi asked, poking his head in the room, looking a little flustered.

“Uh, the one in the purple case that’s been collecting dust for weeks?” You looked up from your book.

“That’s the one. Where is it?”

“Oh um, well it was just sitting there so I thought it wasn’t very important...” You trailed off.

Yoongi walked towards you, slightly concerned. “Babe... What did you do with it?”

“Nothing bad! I just brought it out to my car to listen to it. I was hoping it would be a bunch of the songs you’ve been working so hard on.” You smiled nervously, knowing what was actually on the CD.

Yoongi sighed, “Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag now. Hold on, I’ll be back in a sec.” He walked towards the bathroom.

The CD that you thought would be full of finished or demo BTS songs, was actually full of Yoongi’s personal love songs that, in the very last song, he had dedicated to you.

Yoongi came back, holding a hand behind his back. “See, I had planned on taking you for a drive coincidentally and playing you each track and then for the last songs there would be signs on the road with the lyrics. Specifically the last few lines.”

He bent in front of you, not really the kneeling type and casually handed you the box. It was so perfectly Yoongi that you wouldn’t have minded either way.

In a soft tone, he began carefully rapping the last few lines of your favorite song from the CD, “Y/N, my perfect suit to a T, wanna marry me?”

H O S E O K

“TAEHYUNG!" A loud holler came from the back of the boy’s shared apartment. “IM GOING TO KICK YOU!” Which was then followed by a loud, puppy-like squeal and a scared Tae running from an angry Hobi.

Tae, the smart little thing he is, ran and hid next to you, knowing that you’d protect him from your scary boyfriend. You quickly went up to Hoseok and put your arms around him.

“Babe, what’s going on?” You asked softly.

“He stole my favorite shirt again!” Hoseok whined, burrowing his face into your neck. You stiffened, glad you had put a hoodie on over the same shirt Taehyung was being accused of stealing.

“Hyung! This time it wasn’t me! I bet it was Kookie. He’s got those beady eyes, perfect for a life of crime!” An innocent Tae pleaded towards your boyfriend.

“Taehyung, do not blame poor Kookie for your ‘crimes’!” Namjoon hollered from his seat on the next couch over. Tae harumphed and crossed his arms over his chest, still standing behind you.

“Hon, maybe Tae didn’t steal your shirt. Maybe it’s still in the laundry or something. But even if he did steal it, or anyone for that matter, you should forgive them and just be ... happy!” You soothed, hoping Hoseok listened to you well. You heard a soft Thank you, Noona from the beagle behind you.

Hobi sighed, “Fine, sorry Tae. I guess you probably didn’t steal it. Y/N is right.” Hoseok snuggled his face deeper into your neck, accidentally shifting your hoodie and revealing the shirt that had caused so much controversy.

Hoseok pulled back sharply. “Jagiya.”

“Yes?” You squeaked.

“Run!”

N A M J O O N

You stepped out of the shower, fuzzy blanket wrapped around your body. Namjoon stood up from his seat on top of the bathroom countertops.

“Nope, no, not happening. Joonie I just got clean.” You lightly pushed his bare chest away from you, ignoring his protests. “Take your shower. I’m going to get dressed and make breakfast.”

“Jagiyaaaa, our shower is big enough for two, so we should take this opportunity, right?” You just looked at his puppy face with a stoic face. Internally, you were about to break, but Namjoon didn’t need to know that. “Alright fine. I’ll join your clean club.”

“Good boy! Who’s a good boy! Aw, look at my wittle baaaby!” Namjoon gave you an unimpressed stare, quickly glancing downwards with an eyebrow raised as if to say Am I really that little? Wink wonk and promptly turned towards the shower.

You left the bathroom with a grin on your face. The bed was still frumpled and messy from all of last night’s - and this morning’s - activities. You sighed because you know that Namjoon would just skip away from the mess, leaving you to clean it up. Stalking into the ‘her’ closet, you pulled on a random pair of sweatpants that really belong in the ‘his’ and a plain white t. (I’M ROLLING: HEY THERE DELILAH WHAT’S IT LIKE IN NAMJOONS BED??) You grabbed your ring, threw the covers on the bed back up haphazardly and left towards the kitchen.

It was then that you heard Namjoon’s screams of terror. You ran back into the bathroom, heart pounding in your ears. “Namjoon! What is it?”

You heard a loud sigh from the other side of the curtains.

“You moved the body wash again, Jagi. Now I have sugar scrub in my hair and when I realized, I spun too fast to look at the bottle that I knocked your shaver and it cut my arm.” Namjoon whined, poking his head out from behind the curtains. You couldn’t help but let out a large cackle, finding your fiancé’s misfortune hilarious. 

“Maybe I should join you and kiss you better. My razor can be a bitch.” You smirked to yourself.

“I think that’s your best idea yet, Jagi!” His face was an adorable mix of his smile and his smirk. You stripped quickly, carefully setting your ring on the bathroom counter thinking how lucky you are that Namjoon’s razor was gonna prick you hard.

J I M I N

“Jimin.” “Jimin.”

“JiMIN!”

“Y/N, shut up. I’m trying to sleep.”

“But Jiminie, you stole all the covers and I’m freezing.” You complained, shivering on the other side of Jimin’s bed.

“There’s blankets in the closet over there,” He pointed very vaguely towards the hallway? Or maybe the closet? You couldn’t tell.

“Jimin, please share your covers with me?” You tried once again. Your childhood best friend was so annoying. He even forced you to stay at his new apartment after helping him unpack because he wanted to celebrate, but you had a feeling he was just a little scared.

You got no response. “Okay, Jimin. I’m gonna call Namjoon to pick me up, then.” That made him react.

He sat up - slowly but progress is progress - and looked at you with a pointed glare. “Y/N. No. I’m your best friend. You don’t need to be with him all the time. I’ll go get you a blanket. I’ll even get you that fancy heated one that your mom gave me.” He clambered out of his bed, making his way into the hallway.

You smirked. “He is my boyfriend, ya know?”

He grumbled quietly to himself, stretching up to the top of the closet for the blanket. “Yeah, I know.” He finally grabbed it and made his way back to his room where he found you curled up with his blanket, passed out. 

“At least she’s in my bed tonight,” Jimin mumbled bitterly, throwing an arm over you and snuggling into the person he’s been in love with for 18 years. The person who will never love him back.

T A E H Y U N G

“Baaaabe! Please talk to me!” You pleaded toward Taehyung who was stubbornly refusing to even look at you after he found you curled up in his chair.

See, when you had forced Taehyung to go shopping with you a week and a half ago to replace your old, dingy furnature in your shared living room, he had fallen in love with a creme colored leather rocking recliner. It came with swing out cup holders and even a phone charging port.

When he sat down in the chair at the store, he not only shed a tear, but woldn’t let you sit in it so that you “wouldn’t feel heaven and therefore would never steal his chair from him.” You groaned at him before flagging down a salesperson to show you to the more practical, cuddle-able couches.

Instead, Taehyung asked them for a brand-new, never sat in chair to be sent to your house.

“You were teasing me Tae! I couldn’t not know what it felt like after you’ve been pushing your feelings for this chair down my throat for an entire week!”

Taehyung flared his nostrils at you before picking you up and dramatically tossing you on the couch. “You picked yours and I picked mine, Noona.” He sunk into the cool leather. “Oof, the seat is warm from you.”

“Good! Embrace my body heat. I’ll sit on the couch all alone and stretch out, and even though this couch is perfect for two people to lay on, it’s even better for just one.” You said loudly, trying to guilt trip the man.

Two days later, a distraught Taehyung, and a trip back to the furniture store, you and the oversized manchild sat on an even newer brand new couch. One that was basically two creme colored rocking recliners with slide out drink holders and phone plugins but they were connected. Perfect for cuddling and sharing body heat.

J U N G K O O K

“I thought you loved me. I thought wrong.” Jungkook said before he turned tail and walked right back out of the kitchen where you had been eating cereal with his special golden spoon.

“Ya! You used all of the other silverware and I was hungry!” You chased after him, abandoning your bowl. You found him looking out of the window dramatically.

You giggled a little to yourself before swallowing Jungkook in a backhug.

“Y/N, you have your own spoon so why did you have to use mine?” He asked very sternly. He was referring to the two sets of silverware you bought when you first moved in together. All of yours were pink and whle you tried to beg him to get the blue ones to match, he chose the golden ones. Of course, you had regular silver sets as well.

“My spoon was dirty,” You answered simply.

“And what about the guest spoons?”

“You used the last one yesterday so right now they’re in the dishwasher.”

“Why didn’t you use a fork? I know there’s plenty of those.”

You rolled your eyes against his back, “I can’t exactly eat cereal with a fork, can I?”

“I’m sure it’s possible.” You gripped him tighter and pressed a few short kisses to the back of his neck.

“Kook, what can I do to make it up to you?” His breathing started to get heavier from the kisses paired with the tone of your voice. Your breathing followed suit.

He turned in your arms to face you, “You can buy me a new spoon. That one’s ruined now.” He lightly pushed you away and walked off towards your room.

“Kookie!

Wow okay I’m thinking of making Jimin’s into a mini-series. Thoughts?

Thanks for reading guys! Hope you enjoyed! Oof

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