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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 2 months ago
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guys, I low-key need a jealous slash fic when he gets jealous because reader has been spending too much time with axl or anybody really but reader doesn’t realize he made slash jealous👅
Warnings: smut, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), voyeurism, slight angst, jealousy, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
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Slash didn’t often take you on tour with him, mostly because he didn’t think it would be fun for you. Long drives, plane rides, he didn’t do much in any of the cities he visited because there wasn’t much time to do so, but he would bring you to a few locations he knew you’d be fond of.
Guns was going across Europe, so he took you with him for most of it, which was unusual but you were excited nonetheless.
You didn’t get much alone time with Slash, it wasn’t that much of an issue for you since every now and then you’d get a hotel and have your fun, but usually it was buses or planes. Either way, you were interested in the views and the food, Slash would be at soundcheck and you’d be off somewhere, it took him a while to realize you were off with Axl.
He knew there was nothing going on with the two of you, Axl respected the relationship and he knew he didn’t like you that way. He knew you would never cheat on him either, you saw Axl as a friend and nothing more, but seeing you two so close constantly, he was getting tired of it.
Slash’s first attempt at getting you away from Axl was just spending more time with you, getting other people to fill in for soundcheck, but that didn’t work because Axl was still around, also he didn’t understand most of what was interesting about the scenery. Things were pretty, take a picture maybe, but move on; he’d walk away and leave you with Axl himself so he had to switch up what he was doing.
He tried copying what you and Axl were doing, picking up on your mannerisms and the things you said. It took all of a week and you immediately noticed what he was doing, giving him weird looks, so he stopped and focused on just hovering near you, buying you food and clothes, whatever else you needed.
Eventually he couldn’t take it anymore, everything he did to get you away from Axl failed. Your nights alone in the hotel wasn’t enough. You were already on the bus while Slash had been dealing with taking down the stage and stuff. Usually he came back late, which would normally leave you alone with Axl, and it did but Slash came back earlier.
He didn’t say a word to Axl and just got into bed with you. The bus had bunks, not the most comfortable things the sleep on but they worked. You would take one and Slash would take another but since he started feeling this way towards Axl he couldn’t help himself from crawling in with you. You’d gotten used to it but you definitely hadn’t expected Slash’s hand wandering over you while you were trying to talk to Axl.
You were trying to subtly push his hands off of you while Axl rambled on but he was persistent, pushing your shirt up and dipping his fingers under the waistband of your pyjama shorts.
Slash reached for the curtain and yanked it across the open expanse of the bunk, cutting Axl off. “Slash, what-“
“Shut the fuck up.” The guitarist groaned. It’s not often you saw Slash angry, you could count the amount of times you’d seen it on one hand. Even this was different.
“Excuse me?” Axl asked, almost laughing at Slash’s annoyance. Slash didn’t respond, choosing instead to focus on you while your face grew hotter and hotter.
Slash had no qualms with pulling your shorts down, pushing your panties to the side and lapping at your folds. You slapped a hand over your mouth to hide your moans but Slash was doing everything in his power to make as much noise as possible, wanting Axl to hear just how good he was making you feel, that it was your boyfriend, and not him.
You reached Slash head as his tongue flicked your clit at a brutal pace. Your face combed through his hair and tugged it back, all it did was make Slash moan into your cunt, sending little jolts of lightning all through your body and making your back arch off the thin mattress. “Slash-“ You started, it came out as a whimper.
A thick finger brushed your heat and your eyes widened, eyes shooting down to him as he pushed a calloused digit into your aching cunt. As much as you wanted to ignore how horny you’d been feeling, how much not getting close enough with Slash was getting to you, you couldn’t anymore, not with his hot breath fanning over your inner thighs now.
“The least you could do is let me watch.” Axl suggests, reaching across the slim hallway to the curtain keeping you hidden from him. You thought Slash would shoot the idea down, maybe even yell at him or something. Instead the curtain got yanked down again, Axl could clearly see your back arching, blush melting down from your face to your chest.
Slash made quick work of your shirt, pushing it up and pulling it over your head while he pumped his fingers in and out of you, having added a second to start stretching you out. Axl chuckled lowly from his bed, you saw his hand wandering lower on his body but you didn’t dare pay too much attention to him when Slash was glaring up at you, demanding all your attention, every ounce of it.
His tongue still worked away on your clit, swirling around it and flicking it, sucking on the sensitive nub while his fingers curled just the way he knew had you seeing stars. His big hair laid on your thighs as your legs grew restless, his eyes bore into yours, holding your gaze in a death grip. He kept doing what he was doing, knowing if he kept pressure on that spot he could have you coming undone in seconds.
There wasn’t the issue of Axl watching you, because Axl was watching you lose your mind on his tongue, his fingers. Axl was a bystander watching you get fucked, he was a non-factor in Slash’s mind, so he let him watch you as that knot in your gut came undone and your eyes rolled back as moans filtered past your lips, your fingers tangled in Slash’s hair and pulling him closer, forcing him into your cunt. “Ah- oh, fuck, Slash~”
 Slash was grinding against the mattress, aching for relief, some kind of friction but he had to help you ride out your high first. He lapped messily at your folds before pulling away, a string of saliva and cum connecting the two of you before it snapped when he sat up.
“Close the curtain.” He instructed you, giving a small nod with his head as he undid his jeans and pushed them down. Axl groaned and looked away, shielding his eyes from his friend’s hard cock.
You raised a brow at him. “The curtain?” Your mind was still in a haze from the orgasm he’d just pulled from you.
“Close the fucking curtain.” He repeated, despite his words his tone was soft, he was used to filling his sentences with curses so he did it naturally. He lined himself up with you, hot tip pushing into your puffy hole. “Don’t need anyone watching when I fuck you properly.” He said with a grunt as he slammed himself into you.
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grlcarcass · 1 month ago
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Hii im not sure if you’re taking requests rn, but Im going to just in case bc i absolutely love your writing!!
You feel like the kind of author that needs smut to have a backstory or at least a solid dynamic to be established between the characters, which I can absolutely relate to, so I was thinking maybe Izzy and the childhood best friend trope? I’m not sure if that’s your cup of tea but I love it when there’s a certain tenderness to two people having known each other for song long and then discovering this new side to their relationship.
Maybe they knew each other back in Indiana, but then he moved and they didn’t see each other for a couple years, and then they bump into each other in LA? Idk it’s all up to you, you’re fantastic at writing real chemistry and unique tropes so I don’t want to ruin this by babbling too much.
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missing stradlin - izzy stradlin fic
taglist: @brokenglassb1tch @californiaahunny @tranquilitybasegrunge @slashes-strings @dazecrea
content: smut (18+), slight angst, mostly romantic
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a/n: babe, after all that love for my writing in that ask? HOW COULD I NOT WRITE FOR YOU ASAP?! I’m extremely flattered that you love my chemistry writing, I try so hard T_T I tried extra hard for you here, I can tell we're very alike! Hope you love it anon!
tag an izzy lover <3
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It was the kind of night in Los Angeles that felt like it would come undone before you if you just breathed too hard. The air was warm, dizzy air thick with gasoline and jasmine, the infectious air that poured out the nearby incense shop overwhelming her senses each time she passed. 
“You’re in LA, and close to the bar.” it’d tell her, apparently yuppy-filled enough to have a running essential oil/crystal shop on damn near every corner. It was a humbling feeling, the jump from Indiana, where the fanciest joint was the restaurant of the local Inn. At least that was true back then, her little friends used to agree with that exact sentiment. Here she was, where we have enough money to spend on pretty rocks that don’t do jack, that’s what Momma told her about LA at least.
The bar was buried somewhere off Melrose, a place that didn’t advertise, didn’t care to. Its name was half-burned out in neon lights. The lighting was low, the music was loud, and the scent of sweat and old beer didn’t change no matter what state she chased her high. It lived in bars, and that made her feel right at home no matter how far she was from Indiana. At least for a moment. 
She hadn’t expected anything from the night, maybe a cheap whiskey. Maybe a guy who’d nod too hard at anything she played on her acoustic. Physically egging her to finish the song until he’d take off her pants. What did sex mean anymore? What did anything?
She felt like she had missed the Get-Big-And-Out-Of-Indiana bus, ever since high school. Her two best friends weren’t Bill or Jeffrey anymore. With their new shiny titles, she questioned if that part of her– no, their past had existed. Knowing every damn thing about them, knowing them long enough to remember how bad they were at singing or guitar back then? Had that even existed in comparison to what those two became now?
She traveled endlessly, searching for nothing and something all at once. Bars. Sex. Smoke. She wasn’t anywhere to be seen, but to chase a familiar feeling. The comfort of both her Momma’s garage with their ruckus, but aged, grown up to a loud bar. It just wasn’t her guys though, no matter how talented the performing acts were. 
Never admitting that she yearned to find them, outright. Cause she knew the possible rejection of forgetting her would ache like their absence tenfold. Finding the adjacent was fine, she’d convinced herself. 
Karaoke nights at the bar, she’d sing whatever she felt like. Just to feel how she felt when her only friends did, who felt like more of a crowd on their own than a bar full of twits. A few people clapped. A guy in the back whistled. But she wasn’t really singing for them. 
She was trying to shake the feeling that someone was listening.
Watching, even.
When she stepped off the stage, disappointed yet again in the lack of high, her hand around her chipping Yamaha, she saw him.
At first she thought her mind was playing a cruel trick. Reminding her of what she failed to find bar to bar, a flicker of a memory projected onto the crowd by the hum of the audience and stage lights. No. He was real.
Leaning against the far wall in a denim jacket that looked like it’d seen a stage or ten, one foot across the other, a cigarette between his fingers and an unmistakable bore in his eyes. 
Jeffrey. 
Izzy.
He didn’t move. Just looked at her like he was trying to decide if she was a dream or a ghost.
She swallowed. Her body moved before her brain could catch up.
“Jeffrey?” she said quietly, approaching him like he might vanish if she was too loud. “Izzy?” she squinted up at him, the title unfamiliar in her mouth.
His big eyes blinked slowly. “Shit.”
It wasn’t much. But there was something tender behind it, like the wind had been knocked out of him.
“It’s you,” he said after a moment. Voice low. Familiar. 
She half smiled, unsure if she wanted to laugh or cry. “Yeah… whatever though. It’s you, though.” 
“You look…” he trailed off, eyes scanning her like he didn’t know where to start. “Different. But sure as hell not.” That was him alright, he couldn’t muster up something outright sweet to save his life.
Senior prom, he gawked at her all night but all he could choke up was that her hair looked “Bigger than usual.”
“Well, it’s been what? Five years? Six?” 
“Closer to seven,” he murmured confidently, like he’d counted every one. 
They both ended up in a booth in the back. A tiny red candle flickered between them in a cloudy glass holder. She had her guitar case at her feet. Izzy’s beer stood untouched.
“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” she admitted after a while.
“I looked for you,” he said, almost too quickly. Then he cleared his throat. “Both me and Axl, or… Bill? When we first got out here, you were still back at home. I figured you stayed put.”
“I did. For a while.” She toyed with the condensation on her glass. “Then I left. I left state after state actually. Just… needed out.” 
He nodded, like he understood. Like they were still tuned at the same frequency 7 years later.
His eyes were softer than she remembered. Not in a fragile way, just quieter. Like he didn’t have anything to prove, or the world hadn’t gotten to him yet. 
“You’re really doing it,” he said. “Your music thing, that’s cool.”
She looked down bashful. Knowing that he was millions bigger than her. “You’re just being nice.”
“I’m never nice,” he said. “Even back then, you knew that.” he smiled his quiet smile.
She looked up to meet his ever round eyes, there was a nostalgic warmth and familiarity that was better than any adrenaline rush she got from going bar to bar. Something old. Unfinished.
“What about you? Mister Guns N Roses.” she chuckled, swatting at his hand like she was scolding him for not addressing the elephant in the room. What had taken her friends up and out of Indiana in the first place.
“It’s a mess. But yeah. We’re making noise.” He rolled his eyes. 
“For as calm and collected as you are, you’ve always attracted messes haven’t you.” She smiled.
“Maybe you mean Bill.” he chuckled softly. 
They left the bar together. Not because they planned to, just because it didn’t make any sense not to. 
Outside, the air was thick with that night time buzz, full of potential and unfinished business. His car was parked a block down. She hesitated. 
“Wanna drive for a bit?” he asked. “Like before?”
Her heart tripped. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
The city flew past them in a blur of red brake lights and yellow street lamps. Neither of them said much at first. It was the kind of silence that existed back then, feedback whining in Momma’s garage. Herself, Axl, and him laid out on the cheetah printed couch by the minifridge. Filled with jello, cause Momma would be damned if she had a beer. 
“I missed this,” he said eventually, one hand on the wheel, the other on his leg. “You.”
It hit her. She shouldn’t be humbled, it was still her highschool friend. Of course he’d miss her, she couldn’t believe she let his status get to her. Like she was lucky to have him miss her. She was new to experiencing their history, if that made any more sense than this sensation of longing. 
She turned her head slowly. “You both left without saying goodbye.”
“I know.” His voice went quiet. “I was scared if I did, I’d change my mind.”
A beat went by. “We drink to it to this day. I know that when this moment slips by? I’ll drink even harder to this one.” he said. 
She nodded. She understood now. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
They had pulled into a motel off Sunset. One of those old places with buzzing signs and doors that opened to the outside. 
“I can get my own place if this is weird,” he offered.
She looked deeply into him.
And for the first time she saw Izzy Stradlin before her, not grown up Jeffrey. The man he became, faded denim, cigarette roughed voice. Gentle eyes. The same crooked smirk he used to pull when they were caught stealing cassettes. 
“Izzy,” she said softly, “you can stay.”
The room was small. A double bed, floral sheets, a lamp with a crooked shade. Her guitar leaned against the wall in the corner like it was the third of whatever this reunion was to become. 
She kicked off her shoes. He stood near the window.
She didn’t want to say the wrong thing. She didn’t even know what the right thing would be. So she just told the truth.
“I used to think about you. Each time I moved.”
He turned slowly. Like he wasn’t sure he heard her right. His eyes met hers, and something had shifted in them, like the air had changed pressure.
“Yeah?”
She nodded, the words crept somewhere behind her ribs. “Not in some big dramatic way. Just… like a constant in everything I did. You were two… well, you were the first person who just didn’t laugh at me. No matter how bad I was at guitar, no matter what silly guy I cried over, no matter how lame my poetry was? That kinda thing stays with a girl.”
He moved toward her carefully, like she was something sacred. His steps were slow, quiet. But there was something determined and in them too. Like maybe he spent years walking toward.
Izzy knelt in front of her. One knee to the motel carpet. He looked up at her like he didn’t know how to begin.
For a second, that was all. The silence curled around them again, but this time it pulsed. It buzzed into something bigger, something breaking.
Then he leaned in, slow and reverent. He kissed her like it wasn’t new, like it was something they’d been doing in dreams for years. His mouth slowly moved over hers with a softness that stunned her, lips just barely parting until she opened for him and let him in.
He tasted like smoke and beer. Her hand curled into his hair, tugging gently at the strands. He kissed her like he’d never kissed anyone like this before, tentative and tethered, full of feelings he was sure the English language didn’t have words for yet.
He pulled back, her heart was in her throat.
He pressed his forehead into hers. “We don’t have to. If this is too fast–”
She shook her head, breath catching.
“I want to.”
Not because it was overdue, or convenient. But because she had never felt more certain about anything in her life. This wasn’t lust, this wasn’t some hot guy from the bar. This wasn’t even about filling in for lost time.
It was about what was there between them now.
She leaned back against the bed, and he followed her gently, his hand finding her waist, and then the hem of her shirt. Everything he did was slow, like he wanted her to feel every decision he made. He kissed her again as he undressed her, his fingers brushing reverently over skin like he wasn’t just touching her, but remembering it, relearning it, letting it etch into him.
When he peeled off her top and she laid back in her bra, he stared for a moment. Not with hunger, but awe.
“Jesus,” he murmured. “You’re…”
Aging after this long, he didn’t care if she ended up a bit rough and less pretty around the edges, becoming gorgeous wasn’t a grace everyone had. He would’ve been in this position as long as her soul was in her body. But she was absolutely stunning, she was clearly more fortunate in his mind than any Hollywood babe had ever come unto him with. It made her all the more powerful to him, it made her terrifying. 
He never got to finish, he just kissed down her throat with gratitude, like an apology. And she arched into him, fingertips slipping under his T-Shirt, wanting more. Wanting him. 
They undressed each other in pieces. His jeans came off slowly. Her bra, even slower. He kissed her chest like he was memorizing it, like he didn’t want to take anything for granted. When she was finally bare beneath him, she felt more seen than exposed.
“You do this to me.” he shakily whispered. He was never shaken, not Izzy Stradlin, always had a plan. This time around he felt the most careful he’d ever been.
When he slid into her, it wasn’t rushed or ragged like the bastards she agreed to sleep with for a feeling. It was deep, deliberate. His forehead pressed into hers, and he gasped like he hadn’t breathed right without her for years. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in fully, feeling that soft stretch that burned in the best way.
Every thrust was careful, like he didn’t want to hurt her. Like he needed her to feel just how much he meant it.
He kissed her shoulder, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. Whispering her name like a vow.
Their rhythm built slowly, sweet and steady. He felt like he had been the most undeserving man in the world as she closed around him, like pleasing her was proof he had done anything right in his life. Fuck Guns N’ Roses, Fuck millions of dollars, Fuck guitar. Pleasing this woman was the only thing he’d live to get right, just right enough to make her cum. 
His breath that’d hitch in the slams against her ass became slightly whiny and desperate, like he’d cry in pleasure. She was already there, tears streaming down her cheeks as she caressed his cheeks, sharing a tender stare, both of them sniffling of pleasure and longing.
She hung her arms around his neck, pulling him into her mouth, both groaning and gasping like something was changing spiritually around them. 
Electricity climbed up and under her belly button, shot up into her mouth in a moan. 
“Izzy…I’m-” she whined, still crying, as was he. 
“Do it. Please.” he whimpered, a trait the world would’ve never expected from the stone cold Izzy Stradlin, a sight for her to see only. 
Both of their moans wound up louder and louder the closer she got, everytime she whined he would. What was happening between them would be more than an orgasm, or two.
When she came they both let out strangled moans, which turned to tears sooner. Their naked bodies holding each other like they needed each other to live. They were both just as raw and exposed, having finally melt past everything in their way.
Distance, time, estranged familiarity.
This was what she searched for, she’ll finally say it.
They hiccuped and wiped each other’s tears, kissing each other’s cheeks.
“You’re gonna make me cry if you keep crying.” she chuckled through her own sniffles. Wiping his cheeks, the slight pout on his lips killing her.
“You gotta stop too then.” He said using his wrists to wipe his own. 
They laid there, naked in the cold air of the AC that stirred in the motel room. Her cheek against his chest.
“You’re not going anywhere, I think I’ll get alcohol poisoning if I let you go after this. I’d want to black out each second.” he demanded.
“So be it.” she smiled warmly, half laughing. “Take me to see Bill one of these days.”
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esxranged · 3 months ago
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Escaping.
Something that felt all too familiar to Axl. Whenever the world pressed too hard, when voices rose or feelings tangled like storm clouds in his chest, Axl escaped.
He always found somewhere, somewhere desolate and cold. Where his own thoughts could be drowned out, where he didn’t need to feel. It wasn’t fear, exactly; it was the only language he trusted when emotions swelled beyond what words could convey.
However, You didn’t have as much faith in this language as he did. There had been countless nights where you’d woken up to nothing but a dent in the mattress beside you late at dusk, with not a clue on where he was, simply having to find the trust deep in your heart that he knew how to handle himself and he’d be back okay. Axl’s life was loud and crowded, two things he struggled to handle, which reflected onto his brain, making him lose himself far too easily. And you knew that. You knew him through and through, so all you were ever left to do was wait.
Tonight was one of those nights. It was the middle of November, 2:03 am. However, instead of laying on your back in an empty bed, staring up at the ceiling with your mind rushing god knows how many scenarios and possibilities on where he could be, you were looking right at him.
Axl sat on the edge of the old apartment roof, knees tucked to his chest, the city sprawled out below in a web of flickering lights and distant sirens. The cold bit through the leather of his jacket, the one he always wore, but he barely noticed—his thoughts were louder than the wind. Up there, above the mess of streets and noise, things felt still, like time had paused just long enough for him to breathe. He stared out over the skyline, wondering how everything could feel so vast and yet so close to crumbling. The smoke from the cigarette between his two fingers clouded around him, his gaze stuck on the world below him.
You stood there for a moment, simply observing with your arms crossed over your chest. Almost as if you were trying to detect every last thought rushing through him, you knew when he wasn’t himself. You knew your Axl. You silently made your way over, not uttering a word. No words—just the soft thud of footsteps as you settled beside him, close but not pressing. It was only once you’d perched down that your presence registered in Axl’s crowded mind. Once he saw you out the corner of his eye it was almost as though he’d been snapped out of a deep trance. He didn't look at her, though. He just kept staring ahead. His eyes tracing the faint city lights as if they were somewhere far away.
You sat there for a while, the chill creeping into your bones as you mirrored his silence, feeling the weight of the night settle over both of you. The cigarette in his hand was almost burnt out now, the ember barely flickering, and you couldn't help but wonder if he was waiting for it to disappear, just like everything else he couldn’t hold onto. You knew better than to ask right away—sometimes he needed to feel like the words had time to find their way out of him.
“Found me, huh?”
Axl finally broke the silence, his voice sounding distant, almost numb, as if it lacked everything she’d gotten used to.
Neither of you looked at each other, both gazes occupied by the sight of the dimmed street lamps and barren roads.
“What are you hiding from, Ax’?”
You responded, your question blunt yet genuine. Your curiosity was clear, although you mirrored his emotionless exterior. You didn’t want it to come across as antagonising or accusatory, you just worried.
“Who says I’m hiding?”
Axl countered after a moment of silence, the question hitting a little too close to the core for his liking as he finally flicked his burnt-out cigarette butt over the edge of the roof, observing as it landed on the pavement below.
“You always go up high when you need to escape.”
You stated with certainty, the pattern was becoming all too familiar for you. Your tone remained calm, despite wanting to peer into his brain and unleash everything that could possibly be burdening him.
Axl sighed quietly to himself and leaned back on his palms, letting the wind bite harder at his cheeks. His eyes followed the path the cigarette would’ve taken if he could still see it—just another thing fading into the shadows below.
“You ever think maybe I don’t want to be found?” he said, voice barely above the breeze. “Maybe I come up here hoping no one will.”
You didn’t flinch. You didn’t push. You just breathed, slow and steady.
“Then why don’t you go somewhere I can’t find you?”
That made him glance your way—only for a second, but it was something. The corner of his mouth twitched like he wanted to argue, but he didn’t. Instead, he looked down at his hands like they were foreign. Like they’d done something he couldn’t remember.
“’Cause I think part of me still wants to be,” he muttered. “Found, I mean.”
The weight of those words lingered in the air like fog from his breath. You felt it wrap around the space between you. It didn’t sting, didn’t cut. It just... existed. Heavy and honest.
“You don’t have to say what’s going on,” you said softly, turning your body slightly toward him. “But you do have to stop pretending you’re the only one who can feel the ground shifting.”
Axl laughed—dry, short, more like a release of air than anything else. He ran a hand through his straight hair, fingers shaking slightly, though he tried to hide it.
"Do you think I'm a bad person?"
Axl questioned, coming out more like a confession than anything. As if it stung as the words fell from his lips.
Your heart clenched at the question—not because you didn’t know the answer, but because you knew exactly why he was asking. Because you’d seen him carry that guilt in the curve of his shoulders, in the way his eyes never quite rested. Like he was constantly preparing for a verdict he believed he’d already earned.
"Should I?"
You questioned, not because you were genuinely debating it, but purely because you wanted to see him through his view, even for just a moment. Just to see through him.
"Maybe."
He shrugged, chewing the inside of his left cheek.
"No. I don't."
You responded almost immediately without a hint of hesitation. You'd seen the social pressure the media had forced him to deal with, no matter how unaffected and unbothered he came across. He was Axl Rose, after all.
“I think you’re a person who feels too much, yet still tries to act like they're above emotion."
You responded with certainty.
Axl looked down again, jaw tightening, lips twitching like he wanted to say something, but didn’t trust himself to. The quiet between you wasn’t sharp—it was soft now, like the world had shrunk to just this rooftop, just this moment.
You sighed at his silent response. your expression softening. The kind of softness that comes when you're too tired to fight, but still too full of care to leave things unsaid.
You leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on your knees as your eyes followed the same horizon he was locked into.
“I’m heading back down,” you said quietly, the words gentle and without pressure. “
Axl didn’t answer right away. He didn’t have to. The way his body stilled told you he heard every word.
You stood slowly, brushing off the dust from the back of your sleep shorts, pausing only when you reached the edge of the roof’s old gravel. Your hand hovered by your side like it wanted to reach out again, but you didn’t.
"Promise me you'll come back to bed soon. I worry about you."
Axl’s shoulders tensed at your words—just slightly—but you caught it. You always did. He didn’t look at you, but his jaw shifted, like he was working through a response, even if he wasn’t ready to say it yet.
The wind pressed a little harder now, curling between the buildings and whipping past the rooftop with a low, hollow whistle. You pulled your jacket tighter around yourself, eyes lingering on him.
“I will,” he finally said, voice almost swallowed by the wind. “Just... not yet.”
You let out a soft breath at his words, almost in relief, the cold winter months causing a cloud of smoke to float from your lips as you did so.
With that, you turned to go, your steps slow as you crossed the roof and pushed open the rusted metal door. It creaked, as always, but you didn’t glance back—because you knew he would.
And he did.
Once you were gone, the door easing shut behind you, Axl finally looked over his shoulder. The space where you’d been sitting still held the heat of your presence, like a shadow that hadn’t faded yet. It never did. And he never wanted it to.
He sat in it a moment longer. The wind had teeth now, and the sky above was bruising at the edges—stars swallowed by thick clouds. He pulled his jacket tighter, the collar brushing his cheek, and reached into his pocket for another cigarette.
But he didn’t light it.
Instead, he stared at the unlit stick in his fingers, thinking about your voice. Your softness. The way you never asked him to be anything other than what he was, even when what he was didn’t make sense.
He stood, finally, the gravel crunching beneath his boots as he walked toward the door. He hesitated once—looking back over the city again. It was still flickering, still broken, still alive.
Just like him.
And then he disappeared down the stairwell, the door shutting behind him with a metallic clink.
You felt the shift before you heard anything. The apartment was still dark, but warmer now—like something had returned. A shadow in the hallway, a breath not your own. And when you turned over, there he was, standing in the doorway to your room, hands in his pockets, head slightly bowed.
You didn’t say anything. You just lifted the blanket.
And Axl—quiet, guarded, worn down to the bone—crossed the room and slipped in beside you.
Neither of you spoke. You didn’t need to. The only sound being the rustle of bedsheets as his arm wrapped loosely around your waist, his chin resting on the top of your head.
His breath slowed beside yours, and for the first time that night, he let the weight go. Just a little. Just enough.
Enough to finally rest.
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(GUESS WHO GOT TICKETS FOR GNR IN JUNE RAAAAAAA)
(anyway I have no idea what this is and nobody asked for it, but hope you enjoy : ))
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broidobe · 6 months ago
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𝔯𝔲𝔡𝔢
requested! thank ya!
☾90s axl is cold with a quiet, shy reader he’s drawn to, but after being cruel to her one day, he makes her cry and apologizes, showing a softer side as he comforts her☽
☾warnings: emotional abuse, verbal aggression, alcohol use☽
⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist
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you don’t understand why he’s like this, why he acts so hot and cold with you. most days, it’s like he can’t decide whether he wants to be a total jerk or just leave you alone altogether. he doesn’t let you in—doesn’t let anyone in—but something about you makes him keep you close. you’re different, and he knows it. your quietness, your softness... it’s not something he’s used to, but he’s drawn to it, in a way he’s never been before.
most days, he’ll snap at you for no reason. a rude comment here, a sharp word there. it’s like he’s testing you, trying to get you to react, to show him something. you never do. you just take it, because you don’t know how else to be. you’re not like the others, the ones who fight back or laugh it off. you stay quiet, always, like you’re not sure how to exist in this chaos that surrounds him.
and he hates it. he hates that you won’t push him back. but more than that, he hates that you never seem to care. you’re different, and he can’t figure you out.
then, one day, it all snaps.
he's drunk—too drunk, as usual—and you’re sitting there, just trying to get through another tour night. you’re tired, and the tension in the air is unbearable. you’ve been quiet for too long, and axl notices. he leans in, his words slurred, his breath too close to your face.
“why are you always so damn quiet?” his tone is harsh, cutting, like he’s trying to provoke something. anything. “what’s wrong with you? you think you’re better than us?”
you flinch, the sting of his words settling in your chest. but you don’t say anything. you never do.
"god, you're such a fucking ghost," he mutters, his eyes narrowing in frustration. “don’t you ever get pissed off, huh? do something.”
you can feel your heart race, your breath catching in your throat. it's too much. the insults, the coldness—it’s too much to take today. finally, a tear slips down your cheek, and before you can stop it, another one follows.
he stops, his expression shifting from anger to something softer, something like guilt, but it’s only for a second.
“shit," he murmurs under his breath, taking a step back. he runs a hand through his messy hair, looking at you like he’s just realized what he’s done.
you can’t control it anymore. you cry. the tears are hot, embarrassing, but you can’t hold them in. not anymore.
he sighs heavily, cursing under his breath. you don’t look at him, don’t even dare to. you just keep crying, the soft sobs shaking your shoulders.
then, before you even realize what’s happening, he’s there. axl. standing in front of you.
he doesn’t know what to say. he’s not good with this—he never has been. but he wraps his arms around you, holding you tight, pressing his face into your hair.
“i’m sorry,” he mutters, his voice low and rough. “fuck, i didn’t mean to…”
he pulls back just enough to look at you, his hand trembling slightly as he wipes away a tear from your cheek. his usual arrogance is gone, replaced with something raw.
“i’m an asshole. i know that. but... don’t cry, okay? please.”
his words are soft, genuine for the first time in a long time. he doesn’t want to hurt you. not really.
you nod, sniffling, still not sure what to make of this sudden shift. but you don’t pull away. you can’t. not when he’s holding you like this, like you actually matter.
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aishnico · 8 months ago
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so ummm... is the slash angst ready? 😶‍🌫️
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#𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃: 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦
» summary: slash finally realizes that he caught feelings for his friend with benefits. does he really think so, though?
» word count: 2k
» warnings: nsfw content [implied smut, nudity], smoking, angst with no happy ending, that one gossip girl reference, grammar issues
» a/n: i’m truly sorry for posting this after so many months, actually i was writing two more different versions of the promised angst but eventually i didn’t like them so i wrote from the start again, also the college life is pretty tiring soo ❤️‍🩹
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saul hudson didn’t have many serious relationships. almost all of them ended in an unpleasing way and quickly. 
he is a guitarist from a famous rock band. his and their popularity grow more each day. they tour around the country and the world. that means he spends most of his time on roads and rehearsals. 
so why would he be in an established relationship? groupies and one-night stands were enough for him.
that was what he believed in before spending one particular night with you about a week ago, a one-night stand turned into a friend with benefits later. this situation was still unusual to him.
“i think it’s bullshit,” you commented on his thoughts about relationships while trying to light your cigarette. “you can always find some time for someone, it’s just your ass is lazy, that’s all.”
“you talk like an expert, have you ever dated someone before?” he replied, lying on your messy bed which happened during your sexual activities. he tapped your exposed waist to grab your unsmoked cigarette. you handed it to him then got up to open your balcony door for fresh air. the room was filled with the smell of sex and smoke.
“no, but don’t think about only relationships. think about your friends and family. get it now?” 
he didn’t reply as his eyes wandered on your naked back while puffing smoke, thinking of a possible nth round with you.
you felt his hungry eyes on your body while pouring him a glass of water, and putting it on top of the nightstand next to him. he muttered a “thanks”
“aren’t you tired? you have a rehearsal tomorrow. you can’t be late. i don’t wanna hear any more complaints from your annoying carrot friend.”
“pfft!” he started to laugh as water spilled from his mouth. you just huffed in annoyance as you watched your bed getting dirtier. “what i am going to do with you..?”
you decided to take a shower so you left him alone in your room. just when you turned the warm water on, you heard heavy sounds coming from outside.
you wrapped your body with a towel then rushed to the window to check what was going on. he was already standing in front of it, sighing loudly as he puffed his almost-finished cigarette.
the rain…
“why are you not closing the doors, do you want my place to be soaked?!” you frowned as closed the door of the balcony immediately.
“‘m sorry, it’s just outside looks fascinating. the dark sky, yellow street dim lights, the rain…”
a soft sigh left your mouth, and then a comfortable silence filled the room while you two were admiring the usual, crowded l.a. view. he coughed then walked to another cross of the room, looking for something. 
“what are you looking for?”
he didn’t answer as he put his jeans back on, then his belt. you walked next to him with big steps.
“you’re kidding, right? you can’t just leave the house with your sweaty shirt and leather jacket.”
“i’ll get in a cab,” he avoided eye contact while wearing his wrinkled shirt. he pushed you to the side quickly, heading to the door.
“you’ll get sick, saul. you can just stay until the rain eases or stops.”
“why do you care though?” he managed to catch your guard off. you coughed, getting in front of him to face him.
“because we’re friends, and i wouldn’t be happy if one of my friends got sick. c’mon, let’s take a shower together. maybe the rain will stop at that time.” you gently grabbed his hand, then guided him to your bathroom. he couldn’t protest, not when he was taken aback by your words.
friends…
is it a true word to describe your relationship?
could he still continue to call you a friend when you try to be good and sweet for him so he could receive the pleasure he deserves after a tiring day?
could he still continue to call you a friend when you give him the most adorable eyes and smiles both in sex and other times, when you try to be intimate with him as much as you can, when you almost shower him with all of your love, making him feel wanted for a good reason and safe?
he wasn’t used to it, he might fucked some of his girl friends a couple of times -maybe when they were drunk- but it was different with you. it wasn’t just sex,
it was an urge to build a new deep, lasting bond with the right person he has come to love.
he was ready to burn all the old pages so he could create new ones with you and fill them with new memories that deserved to be remembered even in an old age.
however, something was stopping him.
and he knew why.
“you’re a fucking pussy, that’s why.” his bandmate, izzy, muttered between a cigarette on his lips. “you’re just afraid to break up with her afterwards just like you did with other girls before.”
“i don’t know, man, i really want to try this but i don’t want her to feel alone or neglected. i don’t want to screw up things like before.” he buried his face in his hands. his dark, curly hair tickling some parts of his face.
“then call her often, write her letters i don’t know, man! just try to do something beyond yourself for once!” izzy was already done with his shit so he put out his cigarette and then left the recording room, leaving his friend behind with complicated thoughts. 
the next day he was going to ask you out.
he thought there was no point in waiting more. he’s not the most outspoken man but for once he was confident enough to spill everything. hell, he even bought a bouquet of roses for you, nothing could stop him except-
“i have a date today, let’s meet at my place tonight as usual.” was what you said before you left him standing there speechless, the bouquet falling from his hands slowly -glad that you didn’t pay attention enough to see what he bought for you just minutes ago-
where did he go wrong? was he too late? god, he wished he wasn’t too late and your date went awful. unfortunately-
“i don’t want to have sex with you anymore, saul.” you cleared your throat while puffing the smoke from your lips. suddenly, your sweaty naked body felt cold to him.
“why?” he knew the answer, yet he was asking anyway.
you tried to shift from your space but his big arms held you firmly there, even pulling to himself a little bit. “my date went well today so i'm seeing someone now. it won’t be good to continue our… sexual activities, yes.”
he didn’t answer anything, he just held you in his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck. his curly messy hair tickling you a little bit. 
“it was our last time together. we can either continue to be friends or stop talking.”
“what would you prefer, though?” he asked, voice coming out in a low tone, almost like a whisper.
“i would love to still be friends with you. you’re fun and silly, i like that in you.”
he turned your body sideways so he could face you. his mouth hanging open, calloused fingers tracing on your cheek. the risky words are leaving his mouth finally. 
“can you still see me as a normal friend, even after our most intense moments together? can you still see me as a normal friend when i made you come countless times like no one before? can you still see me as a normal friend when our hands were intertwined while kissing like there was no tomorrow? can you-“
“please shut up?” you suddenly managed to free yourself from him. then got up on your legs, looking at him annoyed.
“i see, you have no intention to move on. well, so let it be. we’re not fucking or friends anymore.” just when you decided to go to the bathroom, he caught your right hand with a quick move, maybe a little bit harshly. he then slowly made you sit on the bed again, releasing your hand. 
“all of this time, i was running from the thing i’ve never managed to experience fully. i was just making excuses to not try to bond with others romantically, but you changed my whole world upside down. i don’t want to let you go, not when i really want, no, need you by my side. let’s start everything from the start, just you and me-“
“no! listen to me, you’re just confused and lying to yourself!” you shouted and interrupted him. “you, you just want everything to be under your hand and reach them whenever you want, that’s all! i can’t be your side piece forever, i don’t want to…”
“me neither! that’s what i’m saying now!” your aggression was passed to him now. “you’re not my side piece and i don’t want you to think like that. you mean much more to me.”
your eyes got filled, still not looking at his breathless face. words coming out of you like a mutter as you covered your puffy eyes with your right hand. “we can’t be together. nobody can be together with a rockstar, not forever. they always end in the most tragic way possible. i don’t want to be hurt by you, nor you hurt by me. i don’t want alcohol, drugs, and girls to get between us. answer me, can you give up on all of them?” 
“yes, i can give up on girls. i don’t want any other girl besides you in my life. you’re all i want and need.”
“what about alcohol and drugs?”
could he really give up on them? he spent too many years with them, so could he just throw them away from his life? he tried to go to rehab a couple of times already, and none of them helped. 
“i-i don’t know,” he was trembling. “but i can surely say that i’m ready to give up on them. it’s gonna be so damn difficult but for you, it worth it.”
you didn’t reply anything to him, not sure what to say. the silence was getting more uncomfortable so he continued.
“i know the distance is gonna be a major problem. i’ll be away often and i can’t spend time with you too much. maybe i can’t be with you even when you need me. but i swear, i’ll call you and write you the sappiest shit you’ve ever read as much as i can.”
he grabbed your hands, leaning his head so he could meet with your gaze. it was pointless to avoid him so you turned your head to him. he started to caress them gently. you inhaled deeply, finally opening your mouth again.
“three words. eight letters. say it and i’m yours.”
“i, i…”
why the words he wanted to say desperately aren’t leaving his mouth? just two more words, what’s stopping him? he is so damn sure of his feelings about you, he has been thinking about it for a while. then what was it?!
then he realized that he was doing it again, lying to himself. to you and himself. 
he can’t give up on girls, he is so damn horny that he can’t keep his hands to himself even when he’s away. he’ll cheat on you. 
he can’t give up on alcohol and drugs. these two have become a part of his life. he’ll go to countless rehabs and still run to them with open arms.
he won’t call you nor write letters to you. his mind will be on something else, maybe girls, maybe alcohol, maybe drugs… you won’t be in his mind when he’s at rehearsals or on tours. 
and finally, he doesn’t love you.
like you said a couple of minutes ago, he just wants everything to be under his hand and reach them whenever he wants.
“thank you,” you let your warm tears fall from your eyes. “that’s all i needed to hear.” before he could reply, you already made your way to the bathroom, shutting the door loudly and leaving him there all alone. 
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vinyldreamsfuckup · 1 year ago
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I hate everybody (but you)
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Warnings: smut, arguing, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), sub slash?, angst, squirting
If I missed anything let me know
Slash was really good at getting caught up in his own head. So when he told you he didn’t know if he was ready to be committed to you while out on tour with Guns and Aerosmith, it wasn’t surprising that he regretted it the next day. He woke up hungover and mad at himself.
When you woke up to a knock on your door you figured it would be the curly haired guitar player but you almost wished it wasn’t. Sure enough, Slash was standing there holding your favorite flowers and gently rocking on his feet when you opened the door. He was wearing his leather pants and a slightly see through red and black button up, which only half the buttons were actually done. He had his glasses hung on his necklaces and rings covering his fingers which tightly gripped the roses and chrysanthemums. He looked at you with a smile.
“Good morning,” he said with a bright smile. You crossed your arms across your chest. Your Aerosmith t-shirt covered your whole body.
“What are you doing?” You asked slightly annoyed. Not even 12 hours ago he was telling you he couldn’t commit to you and now he was standing in front of you. At least he brought flowers.
“Can I come in?” He asked, you could hear some nervousness in his voice. He fiddled gently with the stems of the flowers.
You sighed slightly, “Is that necessary?”
“Y/n, please. Just let me try to explain,” Slash responded. He brought a hand to the back of his head and scratched it slightly. You stepped back and gestured for him to come in. He took a step into the familiar apartment. You closed the door behind him and walked into the kitchen.
"Well start explaining then," You gently sighed as you began to make a pot of coffee. Slash stood there still holding the flowers. He gently cleared his throat.
"I'm an idiot," Slash started. I let out a laugh and looked at him. My back leaned against the counter, "I got all in my fucking head again and I just got all fucking jumbled. It doesn’t matter why what matters is it wasn’t true and I love you.”
“So you’re not going to go fuck every girl you see?” You said, harshness still lacing your voice. Slash took a step toward you.
“I don’t want anyone else but you,” Slash whispered down at you.
You scoffed, “Oh come on. How am I supposed to believe that?”
“At least take the flowers,” Slash whispered handing the flowers toward you. You reached your hand out and grabbed them and sniffed them, “I don’t care about any other women. I only care about you. I got in my head because I was worried you’d find someone better while you’re here and I’m gone.”
You looked up at him, “Better?”
Slash nodded, “Someone who could be here with you. Someone who could worship you every single day. I don’t know…someone who wasn’t gone half the fucking time.”
“Slash, I don’t want someone “better.” There is no one better,” You said setting the flowers on the counter behind you. Slash took a deep breath and set his hands on the counter trapping you between his arms.
“Let me make it up to you,” Slash whispered in your ear.
“You’ll have a lot of making up to do,” You said softly.
“Let me try,” Slash whispered and pressed a kiss to your neck. You grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down onto his knees. Slash looked up at you and smirked slightly. You draped your leg on his shoulder.
“Take my underwear off,” you whispered. Slash’s fingers ran up your leg softly before hooking around the lace waistband of your underwear. He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh as he gently started to pull the underwear down. He pulled your leg off his shoulder and let the black lace underwear fall to the floor. You hooked your leg back around his shoulder and pulled him closer to you.
“Let’s see just how much you really want to make up for what you did,” You whispered and he sighed softly before pressing another kiss to your thigh.
He slowly kissed further and further up before licking between your folds. A loud moan escaped your lips and your head fell back. He smiled against you and sped up his movements licking against your clit quickly before dipping his tongue into you.
“Oh my god…” You breathed out which caused him to speed up. He brought his fingers to you and licked against your clit. He groaned against you as he moved. Your leg hooked around his neck as your groaned.
“Slash…yes…” You moaned out. He increased his pace as he pushed his fingers into you and licked you like he was starved.
“That’s it, baby,” He mumbled as your body started to shake. Your hands tangled into his curls and he smiled. Your hips bucked against Slash’s face.
“Come on, baby. That’s it,” He mumbled and then gently sucked your clit.
“Slash…im close…” You breathed out. He increased the speed of his fingers until you squirted out onto his face. He gently licked through your folds as you came down.
“So pretty,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, “So fucking pretty.”
You tried to catch your breath and pulled your leg down. Slash stood up and gently wiped you away from his face.
“Am I forgiven yet?” Slash asked leaning forward. You chuckled.
“Mmm…not yet. I think you still have more to do,” You said unconvincingly. Slash chuckled and picked you up.
“I love you,” he whispered as he walked toward your bedroom.
“I love you too,” you whispered back.
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izzystradlingirl · 7 months ago
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𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 ?
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request: Izzy and reader (doesnt matter gender u pick) are married or gf/bf and they started to drift away from each other. They realized later on with an argument or not(lol)and make up for it. U can end it any way u want! @kay-random
A request from august I’m so sorry it took so long but after reading it again I found it pretty good and not as bad as I thought when I first wrote it. Not saying it’s that good cause I’m never satisfied with what I write but I hope you’ll enjoy it !! <3
Warnings : a little angsty, crying, grammar and conjugation
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It’s been now almost a year that Izzy and I were married. At first everything was all roses and love. A young lovely and fresh couple. I’m wondering if all the excitement didn’t rush us and made us make a mistake.
I’m in the bathroom to change after coming back from work. I look at my ring on my finger. A beautiful ring, from a beautiful love… But does it still have the same meaning as the first day I had the honor to wear it? Thinking about it and my eyes got blurry and a tear slowly rolled down my face. Something is off. I can tell something is off between us. The most frustrating part is that I can’t tell what or why. Izzy and I are living together but it almost like we’re not, we barely talk. Don’t get me wrong he’s not a very talkative person but Izzy being dead silent like this is not okay. At first, when something was wrong, we were telling each other. We were having something called “a conversation". Now I feel like we’re strangers.
I live with a stranger I barely see, I barely talk to, I barely know… I can only imagine the worse but I’m trying to not. Maybe it’s just a down in our relationship that every average fresh couple have.
I have to admit it’s a strange life I chose to live here. Marrying a guy from one of the most popular band. A guy who was having all the girls he wanted (and probably still do at this point). We were probably blinded by love, I was probably blinded and didn’t see the problem who was probably there since the very first day.
I don’t know who I’m living with but it’s not the Izzy I know. As surprising as it could be, the Izzy I know is the sweetest person. Always supportive and caring, protecting you and wiping your tears for you when you cry.
I was wiping my own tears since a month now and today wasn’t an exception.
So, I wiped my tears away, refreshed my face with water and went down the stairs to the kitchen. Izzy was sat on a chair zoned out. I didn’t know if this view was sad, annoying, or whatever it could be it was for sure torturing. As I stop at the door frame, I look at him and he lift his head to look at me with his painted blank face. I felt weak after crying for half an hour, but I had to take all my courage in my hands.
“Can we talk?” I quietly ask.
He nods and looks down at the table. I walk to a chair, sit in front of him and look at him again. The silence was so heavy it could dig a hole in the floor for both our graves.
We kept staring at each other in the eyes without any emotions for a moment.
I take a deep breath and open my mouth to talk but nothing comes out. I was trying to find how to start
“I don’t know…” Izzy suddenly mutters cutting my thoughts.
I slightly frown my eyebrows, shake my head a bit and shrug. “You don’t know?” I mutter too, what does that mean? He shakes his head too.
I felt my tears coming back and Izzy avoiding eye contact was not helping. I tried not to cry in front of him but, some threatening tears found their way down my cheeks. The silence and the tension were pressuring me.
“Izzy… you know we can talk… you know we can trust each other… what’s going on?” I ask almost desperately. He nods and I see him try to smile at me but, it looked more like a painful move than anything else. “Please say something…” I need him to talk even if it’s to tell me to fuck off. It would be the longest sentence I would have had in a month.
“What do you want me to say?” He shakes his head almost pissed. “I don’t know, anything. What’s wrong?” He’s looking at me with a frown. Don’t tell me he didn’t notice something was wrong.
I think he just scoffed and now he shrugs “There’s nothing wrong…” he denied. I look at his face like he’s mad. “Are you kidding me? There’s clearly something wrong Izzy don’t try to deny it.” I tell him firmly. He shrugs again and say nothing. I scoff not believing the situation. “Seriously? Are you just going to deny it and wait for a miracle? We need to talk Izzy, really.”
“And about what?” No way he dares to ask and in a pissed tone to complete it. He absolutely knows about what.
“Don’t know maybe the weather and the sun?? Izzy.” I look at him startled. “We didn’t have a conversation this month! We barely talk or see each other.”
“Yeah, what do you want we’re both busy…” wow. Worst answer. Ever. “Busy? I wake up at 7, work from 9am to 8pm. You’re never around when I’m home! And don’t try to tell me you’re at the studio cause I’m waiting for you every night until I fall dead asleep at 2 or 3 in the morning. You’re yeah obviously very busy. You were never staying this late at the studio before it must be a very big project.”
He looks at me, narrow his eyes and brush his chin with his fingers. He nods and it’s so silent I can hear him gulp. I didn’t yell at him or anything. I just explained. I’m just worried right now. Worried about him, about us. What about us?
I keep looking at him waiting for an answer. After like a minute, he remains silent looking at the table. I sigh and look at the ceiling. I then lean my head in my hand, my elbow on the table, and I look at him again.
We look at each other’s eyes for a moment and suddenly he decides to mutter “I’m sorry…” sorry? “Why?” I whisper pleading.
He only shakes his head and looks like he’s trying to say something.
“We should take a break…” he finally says after a moment. My head snap at him and I’m hoping I heard it wrong. “What?” I ask in an almost inaudible whisper.
“We’re not… we’re just…” he sighs not finishing his sentence.
A break ? So no talking ? Just… a break ?
“Wow… okay…” I say fighting my tears back “yeah okay…” I repeat not finding anything else to say. I take a deep breath before getting up and going to our bedroom, I close the door and cry and sob silently. Again. I go to the closet and take a suitcase and start to pack some stuffs.
And with only a shared look I open the front door and walk out, to the nearest bus stop. When the bus arrives I get in and head to my parents.
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a/n : I have a part 2 going on if anyone is interested :D
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duffslut · 11 months ago
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Why'd you only call me when you're high?
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Izzy Stradlin x Reader
My Masterlist.
Word Count: 873
Warnings: Angst!
Part 2 of this story here
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It was another Saturday night, and you were waiting for him without wanting to, you never went to the same parties because he never invited you, but Izzy always called you when he was too drunk and had no one else to be with.
It was embarrassing for you to accept this behavior from him, but he was addictive, and over time, without you realizing it, you ended up falling in love with him, he would just show up at your house in the middle of the night, most of the time stoned or drunk, coming straight from some party.
You always let him in, because he knew how to fuck you the way you liked, even if it was just once a month, but he always looked for you. Your friends, who coincidentally were his friends too, advised you to end it before you got hurt, but it wasn't that easy for you. On the Saturday in question, as usual, you weren't sure if he would call, so to calm your nerves you decided to drink a few beers.
Not long after, all the beers in your freezer were gone, but you thought you weren't drunk enough, so you decided to open a bottle of wine and drink it straight from the bottle, as soon as the alcohol started to kick in, thoughts of Izzy invaded your mind, and you just couldn't stop wondering why he used you like that, if he really enjoyed your company, why did he only call you when he was high? It all started after you guys hooked up for the first time, but then everything got weird, you used to be friends but somehow it turned into this weird and unhealthy relationship. You couldn't help but blame yourself for letting yourself fall in love with him, knowing that he only used you for a late-night sex.
You always told yourself that the next time he called you wouldn't let him come up, that you would have the least respect for yourself and wouldn't let your body speak louder, but you always failed, as soon as you heard him say your name on the phone you were already numb.
You found yourself crying on the couch with the bottle of wine in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other, an addiction that Izzy had given you, as he always lit a cigarette after you had sex, he didn't even mind getting out of bed to do it, he never even asked if it bothered you.
You cried more and more, your chest hurt as if you were having a heart attack, why did you have to love him so much?
The phone rang.
- Can I come over? - It was the first thing he asked, and you bit your lip so hard you tasted the bitterness of blood on your tongue.
- Yes. - You said with tears rolling down your eyes.
As soon as you opened the door, Izzy already came in joining his lips to yours in a fierce kiss and taking off his jacket, without even noticing that you were crying. You kissed him back for a few seconds but then you patted his chest lightly and he pulled away.
- Izzy... - He didn't want to listen, he went back to kissing you and his hands went up your back under your shirt to take off your bra. - Izzy wait! - You said, irritated.
- What? - He asked, and then looked around and saw the empty wine bottle on the carpet. - Have you been drinking?
- Izzy I can't do this anymore. - You blurted out, and when your voice failed, he finally realized you were crying.
- Of course you can, you love it. - He said, and you couldn't believe how emotionless he was.
- No, I don't, Izzy! - You shouted. - Nobody likes this, we're not animals I am a person!
Izzy just stared at you with a confused look.
- We used to be friends, what are we now? - You said quietly, trying to calm yourself as your tears wet your shirt. - You make me feel loved for one fucking night and then you leave. - You threw yourself on the couch.
Izzy remained silent, standing in the darkness of your living room.
- Can you at least say something? - You begged. - I love you Izzy! - You said and sighed, placing your hands on your head.
- Y/n, there is no "we", do you want a definition for what we are? We are just friends with benefits, that's all. - Izzy said, and with every word he said you felt your heart shatter into a thousand pieces. - It's just sex, and I thought you enjoyed it.
You were speechless, paralyzed, feeling like the dumbest girl in the world, you couldn't move, your head hurt so much that you felt like you could die at any minute, Izzy crouched down in front of you.
- Let's go to your bed, okay? - He picked you up and you just accepted it as he walked to the bedroom with you in his arms. Izzy laid you down on the bed and went back to the living room, put on his jacket and stopped at the bedroom door.
- I need a cigarette. - He said. - I'll be right back.
But he never did.
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thejordiverse-fics · 15 days ago
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Sex, Drugs, and Rock n Roll - Duff McKagan
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warnings : drug overdose, language, infidelity, drug use, tommy lee cameo, jealousy
word count : 1.9k
pairing : duff mckagan x fem!reader
You knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating a rockstar, a whole bunch of strippers and cocaine. You were stupid to think he would be faithful to you. Shit, it was the 80’s. You should’ve left a long time ago. 
But no, here you were, at the Hellhouse, ready to cause problems. You banged on the front door, despite Duff giving you a key. You saw Steven look out the front window and say, “Shit! Duff, your girls here!” followed by scrambling. Duff opened the door, pink lipstick marks all over his chest. “Hey, baby. What are ya doing here?” He said, blocking your view of the inside.
You smiled and laughed at him, “Why aren’t you letting me in, Duffy?” You pushed past him before he could give you an answer. You looked into the living room, seeing a whole gaggle of shirtless women, ready to give it up at any moment. 
You turned to Steven, who held his head down, refusing to return your gaze. “And to think I call you my best friend, Steven.”
From upstairs you heard, “Duffy! Where'd you go, baby?!” You spun on your heel and jetted upstairs before Duff could stop you. He ran after you, trying to convince you not to go into his bedroom. “Babe, please! Do not go in there!” 
You slammed his door open with your hand, seeing two naked girls in his bed. “Oh! Duff, you didn't tell us there would be a fourth!” You heard a door open and Slash emerged from his room. “Oh shit. Duff, you're in trouble.” 
You went back downstairs, Duff following you. “Baby, I'm so sorry. It won't happen again, I promise.” 
“Yeah, sure it won't. Until you go back on tour and screw multiple women a night, contracting God knows what diseases and giving them to me. How long, Duff?” You asked him, his eyes falling to the floor. 
“Wow, since you won’t tell me,” you turned to Steven, “Steven, how long has he been fucking around?”
Steven caught your gaze and mumbled, “two months.” You heard a sob from behind you. “Are you serious, Duff? You’re the one who’s crying?” All the commotion caused everyone to start coming out of the rooms. Izzy sent all the girls on their ways. Everyone gathered in the living room, at this point. 
You turned to face them all. “And all of you. You cocksuckers knew,” you pointed your finger at them. The three years you and Duff had been together, you treated them like you were their sister. Cooking and cleaning, doing their laundry, giving relationship advice, when needed. 
“Y/N, please. Don’t leave. Let’s go upstairs and talk about it, please.” Duff tried reasoning with you. 
You scoffed and said, “You wanna go upstairs? And sit where? In the bed you just nailed two women in?” Now it was your turn to start crying, “What was it, Duff? What didn't I give you? Was it the thrill of sneaking around?” 
All the boys kept their heads down, not bothering to look at you. “I’m fucking out of here. I’ll pack all your useless crap up.” 
You ran out of the house, but not before flipping everyone the bird. You started your car and rested your head on the steering wheel, sobbing. 
Once you made it home safely, you pet Kodi and grabbed the ice cream and put on Dirty Dancing. You had fallen asleep on the couch, ice cream carton empty.
When you woke up the next morning, you grabbed his duffle bag from the closet and haphazardly shoved his shit in it. You left it by the door and went to make breakfast. 
You were mid pancake bite when there was a knock at the door. You already knew who it was, grabbing the duffle bag and opening the door. You shoved the duffle in his arms and slammed the door. You heard him sigh, knocking at the door again. 
“Y/N, it’s Slash. Open the door.” 
You opened the door and let him inside. He set the duffle down and walked into the kitchen. You offered him some breakfast and he politely declined. He sat down across from you and sighed. “You know, he’s really been a mess. All night, all we heard was loud ass crying. God, this morning I found him with a dime bag in his hand.” 
You scoffed, “You know, if he was really sorry for what he did, then he wouldn’t have done it in the first place. He's sorry because he got caught. And honestly, I really have nothing to say to you, considering you knew, so you can leave.” 
He stood and grabbed the duffle bag, pet Kodi and left. You ate your pancakes and eggs and called your best friend. She came over and hours passed, you crying, her rubbing your back. 
“Let’s go out tonight. You're gonna find someone new and you're gonna screw him. Give him a piece of his own medicine.” She said, you laughed at her and got up off her lap. You nodded in agreement and went to shower. 
You were all dolled up, headed to her BMW to go out. She drove to the dimly lit bar down the street from your apartment. “Oh god, look who it is,” You looked up and saw the entirety of Guns N’ Roses walking into the same bar. 
“Screw it, let's go in.”  You got out of the car and walked inside, hand in hand. No sooner did you walk in, you could feel his eyes on you. You never even lifted your head to see where he was, you just walked straight to the bar.
Unfortunately, you bumped into someone. “I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going!” You said profusely. “Woah, woah! It’s totally okay.” You looked up to see a man with brown, feathered hair with a beautiful smile. “I’m Tommy. Tommy Lee.”
“Y/N,” 
“I know you, Duff’s girl, right?”
You chuckled and replied, “Yeah, used to be. I caught him with two girls.” 
His mouth hung open, “Damn, if you were my girl I never would have done that.”
“That can be arranged.” You smirked, turning towards the bartender and ordered your gin and tonic. 
“Feisty, I like that.” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. He whispered in your ear, “He is staring and he is staring hard. I’m not looking to score tonight, but I'll definitely help you get back at him. Now, pretend I said something romantic to you.” 
You really had to lay it on thick, you laughed and put your manicured hand on his chest. He kissed your cheek and you glanced in Duff’s direction. He was as red as a tomato, staring daggers into Tommy. 
You had gone to the bathroom after fake flirting with Tommy for at least an hour and a half. When you walked out, Duff was standing there. You rolled your eyes and walked past him. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you outside. 
“Uh, you're hurting me. Let go.” He immediately let go and said, “I just want to talk. That's all. You don't even need to respond. Just listen.” 
‘What is there to talk about, Duff? You cheated on me for two months and you got caught. You're not sorry for what happened, you're sorry because you got caught.” You stood up, not hearing him out and walked back inside, “You know, Duff, the hardest part about all of this, is not that you cheated on me, but that I had to accept that my best friends knew about it and didn’t say anything.”
He got up off the concrete and responded, “Don’t be mad at them, I told them not to tell you.” 
“Yeah I figured,” You went inside and gently tapped your best friend. She saw the tears in your eyes and hugged you. You two quickly shuffled out of the bar before anyone would notice your departure. When you were in her car, you heard your name being called. You could recognize that voice from anywhere, Mr. Rose.
“What, Axl,” you shot with venom, wiping your tears. “I know I'm the last person you want to hear from, but I seriously think you should talk. I found him this morning, not breathing. I know what Slash told you but we told him to leave out that detail. He really needs you, Y/N. He knows what he did was fucked, but he is desperately in love with you.” 
You got back into the car, your best friend leaving the bar in the rearview mirror.
A few nights later, your roommate knocked on your bedroom door. You looked at the clock, 2:10 AM. What the hell could she want at 2:10 AM? “Y/N, you need to open the door. It’s important.”
You quickly got up and speed walked to the door. “What is so important that it's worth waking me up at two in the damn morning.”
“It's Duff, Y/N,” she choked back a sob, “he overdosed. He’s at Cedars-Sinai. Take my car, go see him.” 
She handed you her keys and you quickly put shoes on and ran to the car. You sped down the road to the hospital, her little Volkswagen pushing well over the speed limit. You arrived at the hospital, shorts and a t-shirt with slippers on. You ran inside and saw Steven sitting in the waiting room, his head in his hands. 
You jogged towards him and sat down next to him, grabbing his arm and startling him. “Oh, thank God you're here. He’s been asking for you.”
“He’s awake?”
“Yeah, has been for about ten minutes.” 
Izzy was next to Axl, who was asleep on his shoulder. You saw Slash walking down the white hallway, his hair all wild from sleep. Once he reached you, he extended his hand and motioned for you to get up.
You intertwined your fingers with his as he led you to Duff’s room. “I’m glad you came, you know. He hasn't been doing well, hasn’t been eating.” 
He stopped walking and opened the door to the hospital room. You walked in first and saw Duff laying in the bed with needles in his arms. “Baby,” he said and smiled. “Hi Duffy,”
He slightly scooted to the left, giving you room to get into his bed. “I missed you, honey bear.” 
You smiled up at him and cuddled up to his side, tears falling down your cheeks. “I missed you too, Blondie”
“Baby, I’m so sorry, for everything.”
You put a finger up to his mouth, shushing him. You cuddled up to his side and said, “I know, I know you're sorry. But no more groupies and no more drugs, Duff. I care about you too much to have you leave this Earth so soon.”
He kissed your head and you heard from the doorway, “Aw, they love each other again.”
“Finally, I swear I thought he would die without her,”
“He almost did,”
Duff chuckled and remarked, “Can you four shut up? I’m with my girl here.” Steven quickly shuffled them out of the room and left you two alone. 
“Duff, if I let you move back in, can you promise to talk to me and let me help you?” 
He wrapped his arm around you tightly, “Yeah, I can do that. In return, I can make you scream.”
“Deal.”
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r0cket-qu3en · 10 months ago
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Want her back
izzy stradlin one shot<3
warnings: mention of drugs/addiction, cheating, angst
prompt: izzy calls reader begging for forgiveness after he messes up with her
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He took the phone and put it to his ear, his voice was low and shy, he wasn't really sure what he was doing. He turned to look at his friend sitting on the bed, he had a slightly disappointed look, the boy wasn't proud of what he was doing, nor was he himself, but sometimes you had to lower your pride: he missed her, and he wanted her back.
The phone rang, but there was no answer. He remained silent, both hoping that the girl would answer, so that the two could clear things up, and the boy sitting on the bed would finally have his best friend back, and not the crazy man he found himself with.
"Hey, honey... It's me, I'm sorry for what happened... Please call me back... I love you..." Izzy murmured and closed his eyes, trying not to sink into shame, and so ended the call. He turned to her friend and looked at him with an anxious look.
"Was it really as painful as it seemed?" he murmured, sitting down next to him.
"I wish I could tell you no but... yeah, it was painful, almost pathetic." He replied, putting an arm around his shoulders.
A little, though, he was happy that the girl didn't want to take him back. He had made shitty choices with her and she didn't like it, in the end she deserved it.
Slash's curls tickled the dark-haired man's neck gently, who was now on the verge of tears. He clenched his fists, letting his bitten nails scratch the soft skin on the inside of his palm. He felt like he was standing on a cliff, unable to go back.
"I love her... More than anything..." He murmured, looking down, squinting and clenching his teeth.
"Then you shouldn't have done what you did..." The other replied, giving him a light pat. "Pray she doesn't hate you." The curly-haired man added, massaging his friend's shoulder with one hand.
The other remained silent, speechless. He didn't understand how it had happened, how and why he had let it happen. But now she was gone, and now he would no longer have her.
Her sweet gaze would no longer watch over him as he slept, she would no longer help him stay sober and he would no longer be able to write her love songs without bursting into tears.
He could already imagine himself: lying on the bed, with the faint light of the moon illuminating the room and the cigarette between his lips. The sweet words written on the paper, words she would no longer want to read, words she didn't want attributed to her.
She was his muse, his girlfriend, his salvation, the light at the end of the tunnel.
Now that light was out, and he would remain in the darkness of his room, faced with sweet words and salty tears that crossed his cheeks, that marked them like little cracks on his pale and slightly bony face.
God, he wanted her back, he needed her, he needed her to be his again, he needed to feel her lips against his skin again, his stomach, between her breasts... He wanted to smell her in the blue sheets of the bed again, sheets they had chosen together when they decided to move in together.
A possible life together thrown away for what? A little drugs and a stupid groupie, who in the end had no real meaning to him, just like he had none for her. It had been just a one night stand while he was completely high.
He could feel Slash's gaze on him, a sympathetic and sad gaze. He knew how much Izzy cared about the girl they had accidentally met thanks to Duff.
He knew he was in love, but it wasn't that easy, it never was when drugs or fame were involved. Izzy knew it, Slash knew it, and she knew it, but by now that relationship seemed to be falling apart, and she wanted to move on with her life, and with yet another mistake by Izzy, she realized that that relationship that had started as a high school crush, was now over.
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izzystradlinsguitarpick · 2 months ago
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“ One day I am gonna grow wings. ”
An Izzy stradlin fic.
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Warnings ; angst, mentions of $h, depression, anger issues, fighting, sewer slide (slightly in Izzy's rant) .
If your uncomfortable please click away<3
A/N; I wanted to write this because I'm going through a tough time and just need some Izzy angst to comfort me.
Plot; Izzy had been away at rehearsal, after a fight between you both, and came back to you after a break down and on the verge of a relapse.
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You and Izzy had just had the worse fight of your relationship, and he said something along the lines of “Your a fuckin depressed crazy bitch.”, but you cant remember. Everything is so blurry and hazy, it's all fuzzy. The last thing you can remember? Grabbing the knife and sitting on the kitchen floor.
You say against the cold floor, your sleeve pulled up and the knife next to you. You had a past with cutting, and the scars had shown that for sure, but you promised Izzy to not hurt yourself again. Tears were streaming down your face, your head hurting profusely, and everything blurry. Izzy had said some hurtful things, and maybe he meant them all, and you knew he could be rude alot, but never has he brought up your past.
"You fucking crazy bitch! No wonder you parents never fucking cared for you, your so fucking psycho they couldn't even feel safe around you!" Izzy screamed in your face loudly, causing your ears to ring and head to start pounding.
"God what the fuck is your problem?!" You spat back
"My problem is that your fucking mental!"
The sound of the front door opening ripped you from your thoughts, and you stiffned.
"Y/N?" Izzy's voice rang out
No answer, you were still mad at him, but also, you couldn't even think straight.
His footsteps started approaching you, and before you knew it, he was shaking you to make sure your alive
"Y/N? Baby, are you okay? Hey, hey wake up, this isn't funny. Wake up baby." He muttered, sounding panicked but the sound of your breathing calmed him.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything earlier. It was really shitty of me, and you know that as well. I know I did wrong, and I know your mad at me, and you have every right to be, but please, just listen to me?" He sighed, sitting down next to you and wrapping an arm around your neck
"For a while, I've been feeling... different. I went to a therapist, told them what was going on with me, and they took some tests. I was confused, I didn't know why they were testing me. I told them I was lashing out on people for no reason, that I wanted to die, and i had no hope. After a day or two, they called me back said I had anger issues. Normally I wouldn't tell anyone what I told them, but I figured it out, I just wouldn't open up. I should have talked to you, told you what was wrong, how I was feeling. But for some reason, I didn't, I just bottled everything up. And then today, the bottle broke, and I lashed out on you. For no reason. It was really shitty of me, Y/N, I know it was. I don't want you to even forgive me for it, I don't deserve it, i don't deserve an apology. I did you wrong, I hurt you and said things I shouldn't have even thought about. I'm so sorry, I really am , I just want you to know i love you, i love you so much, and even if you don't love me back, I will still love you.” He ranted, and once he got to the middle, you realized that he was crying. He genuinely felt bad.
“I love you too, Izzy.”
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I needed this. I love Izzy so much I genuinely cannot express how much I love him. He's such a kind and sweet soul
Also first time posting all month oh yes
Just remember, this is a fan fiction and my imagination!!
Tags; @nikki-sixxpixxx @ihrtstrang3rthing3 @slashduffizzysgf
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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 3 months ago
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i NEED a part 3 of the slash x agegap reader series where reader gets punished by slash for teasing him in public all day 🫣
A/n: Almost ended this with Duff finding them but I can just feel that depression coming back ☺️
Warnings: Smut, spanking, rough sex, degradation, (attempted) orgasm control, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Part 1, Part 2
Tiddies 🤤
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There was sneaking around, there was hiding, but there was a lot of love. Then there were the two families.
Slash and Duff had been friends for literal decades, of course they were going to go out together when they got the chance, which was good because it meant you got to spend time with Slash, but it also meant Duff was there and you had to be quiet.
Duff had a beach house and a boat, Slash brought his kids over and the plan was to have a nice day out on the lake. Slash had been distant recently, they got there the night before and he barely talked to you, so you decided to make him speak to you.
You had this pretty bikini, it was barely covering you and pushed your tits together. You never wore it because you felt too exposed, but you had no issue being exposed in front of Slash.
You wore a light cover dress over it, something you could easily slip on and off when needed. Duff let you and his daughters sit aside while him, Slash, and Cash all got the boat ready, London and his girlfriend sat with you as well.
Once you got on the boat with was just some light bickering between the two older men, how they should’ve done this, if they’d done that they could’ve left earlier. Neither of them really knew what they were doing.
When I came time to tubing you dropped your dress and Slash nearly dropped his jaw. Immediately Grace and Mae were complimenting you, asking where you got it, you returned the friendliness. Slash but his tongue, knowing there wasn’t anything he could say.
Mostly it was just the younger ones on the tube, but as the day grew on Slash was getting more irritated that of all things to wear you chose that one, he couldn’t say anything to you around everyone else so he got on the tube with you.
“The weight difference is gonna make us tip.” You said as you stood on the back of the boat, Cash was beside you wiping himself down, he’d just flipped over and was shivering.
“We can both sit in the middle, then.” Slash grumbled, getting on the tube while London, who was also shivering and drenched, held the rope.
You were hesitant but got on with him, sitting snuggly in his lap like you always did. He wrapped an arm around you as you got comfortable, you heard the small grunts from him as you shifted on his cock which was getting hard under you.
London let go of the rope and you drifted further from the boat. “You had to wear this?” He asked, looking over your shoulder.
“Something wrong with it?” You asked looking down at yourself. “I thought I looked cute.” You said innocently, glancing back at him. He shot you a look and the boat started moving, slowly at first to get you both used to it.
“No, you wanted to wear this in front of me like a whore.” He bit, grip on the handles tightening. You held onto his arms, trusting his strength to hold in still. The boat moved faster.
“And what if I did?” You asked, leaning back against him. He didn’t respond, only gave a heavy sigh as Duff sped up more.
After getting back to the house, everyone but Duff and Susanne all but soaked -Slash waited for the perfect time and let go, sending you both flying- food was ordered. You ate in the living room where there were more seats and a TV where Slash and Duff got to watch sports; Duff was watching, Slash was trying to keep up.
You sat next to Slash in pyjamas, a shirt you’d stolen from him months ago and bottoms. No one questioned it or cared, except for Slash who was doing everything in his power to not drag you out of the room and bend you over the nearest surface.
After dinner you excused yourself to the temporary room Duff and Susanne got for your extended stay. It didn’t take long before the door opened again and Slash slipped in, making sure to lock the door behind him. You sat up and leaned against the headboard, watching him near your bed.
He sat on the edge, the mattress dipping under his weight. He pat his lap, gesturing for you to come closer. “On your stomach.” He ordered, keeping his voice low. Your room wasn’t close to anyone else’s but it wasn’t miles apart either.
You did as he asked, laying over his lap on your stomach. He pulled your bottoms down, leaving you in your pretty panties that he pulled and snapped against your cunt, making you squeak. “You were being a brat today.” He muttered, rubbing your ass.
“You weren’t paying attention to me.” You said, looking back at him.
“Doesn’t mean you get the sluttiest thing you own and prance around like you own the fucking place.” His hand came down on your ass, hard. He’d spanked you before, while he was fucking you and just needed to get a little more out of you, if he wanted to hear you scream for him, but this felt different. You were positioned, hips on his thigh, ass in the air.
He rubbed your ass to soothe the sting. “You’re gonna lay there and shut up and take what I give you until I decide you’ve had enough.” He grumbled, bringing his hand up again.
You clawed are the sheets, each time his hand hit you it vibrated all through, shaking every inch of you, but you couldn’t make a sound because the hits got harder when you did. You bit down on the sheets, muffling any sounds you couldn’t stop. Tears stung your eyes and rolled down your cheeks, soaking into the mattress.
Slash rubbed your ass soothingly, calming the sting. Your skin was red and tingling like needles dancing on you. “Look at me, sweetheart.” He said, reaching for your face with his free hand, turning your head to him. He smiled at you and gave your cheek a gentle pat. “What a pretty girl.” He mused. “Took that really well, didn’t you?” He asked, lifting you off his lap and moving you to lay down, head on the pillow.
He moved over you, leaning down to kiss you. “Gonna-gonna give me a reward now..?” You asked, barely pulling away from the kiss.
Slash snorted. “A reward? For what?” He asked, hand going to your cheek again. “You were a bitch all day, walking around, shaking your ass for everyone… whores don’t cum.” Your eyes got watery just thinking about it, all night he was just gonna tease you?
Slash pushed your shirt up over your head, always loved your tits. He kissed down your chest and stomach, tugging at his clothes until he was naked just like you, cock springing free of its confines, all aching and blushing.
You were wet enough, he didn’t bother toying with you and just slammed his cock into you. “You just sit there and take it, don’t you dare cum.” He was always rough with you, he could be sweet and he liked that too, but his hips were always rough. Not like this, this was brutal.
Your back arched, he slapped a hand over your mouth and held it there, stifling your moans and whines as they came. He knew he couldn’t ask you to be quiet through this, he wanted to punish you but he wasn’t stupid.
His hips snapped into your roughly, not bothering to deal with your pleasure. Slash was thick and hit that spot that had you seeing stars, it was the rhythm that changed and kept you from your high over and over. You whined against his hand, looking up at him with pleading eyes, clawing at his arms -the one hand planted on your mouth, the other beside your head.
Slash's head rolled back, a low groan leaving him. He felt you pulsing around him, aching to cum. "Don't you dare." He mumbled, shaking his head but not stopping his movements. "Don't you dare cum, you hold it in, you hear me? You don't get to cum tonight." You whined, doing your best but it felt so good, and he never made you 'hold it' before. You clenched tighter around him, he looked down to watch you suck him in more. "A little longer, sweetheart, don't cum." He mumbled, you couldn't take it anymore.
Your eyes rolled back, your body relaxed, cunt squeezing him tighter still as you came, body practically vibrating with how good it felt. The hand on your mouth pulled away, letting your moans fill the room. His hand came down hard on your ass and you yelped, the sound mixing in with your moans.
"You fucking bitch." Slash grunted, pounding into your harder, faster, how you couldn't understand but it didn't matter. "You wanna cum? We'll just see how many times you can get off before you fucking break." He sat back on his knees and hoisted your hips onto his lap making it easier for him to fuck you.
He wasn't worrying about your sounds anymore, if anyone was going to hear you he'd make you explain. "Love getting your back blown out by old men, huh? Need a sugardaddy so fucking bad, don't mind getting all bloated with cum?" You whined, getting overstimulated already. Slash scoffed, slapping your ass again. "Get used to it, this is your life now."
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grlcarcass · 2 months ago
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taglist time!!
reply here if you wanna get tagged in my fanfics <3 gonna be writing a lot more!
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l-v3 · 3 months ago
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A/n ||. I just wanna say this is my first time posting a writing to public and I am really nervous about showing it but I really want to! I wanna share my work and help me grow at being better. I started writing when I was 14 maybe? and read so many stories and books online and offline to get a hint of how to write. I never posted or share so I never got a feedback on how to do better but now that I am sharing one of my writing, I’d like some positivity feedback! Thank you!!
(Also I found this divider on someone’s page but can’t remember whose page I downloaded it off so, if you own this, let me know so I can give credits!)
This includes; Fluff and romantic angst (meaning semi overly detailed and includes heartbreak to the characters)
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Promise you won’t leave me this time.
Inspired to be yours again as you sit there across from me, sharing the same seat on the couch.
You ask me, “..How.. How was.. it like.. going through.. Birth?” The curious guilt can be seen in your eyes as I knew you didn’t mean to leave me alone but it wasn’t your fault.. For whom didn’t tell you she was giving birth to your child alone.
“Scared.” I say, looking into your eyes. I could feel my throat tightening, betraying the clear sound of my voice with a slight tremble to my lips as the tears in my eyes that shimmered, threatening to fall. “I was scared..” I confessed, remembering that day as I was lying on the hospital bed in their hospital gowns that had a opening at the bottom to make room for the nurses and doctors to help my baby leave my womb so he could breathe air, ready to leave unaware that he was only going to have one parent and was never gonna experience many love from two parents.
You stared, knowing my tears were damn important. My innocence, my faith, and my love. You adored, you adored the most gorgeous, intelligent, and the most women you thought about every day. A thought of me when you wake up, a thought of me during the day, and the late night thoughts about me before you went to bed knowing that I’m not there to hold, not there to share the peaceful loving warmth underneath the sheets. You feel regret, thinking back to when you left me behind with your luggage, you knew what you did was a mistake and you wish you can come back and fix it. When you see pink roses that looked like it would glistened under the sun, glittering with bright stars reminding you the shine in my eyes. You’d think, she loves those.. Coming home, sharing your affection by surprising me with those pink roses and I’d would turn, wrapping my arms around your neck so excited to have such an extraordinary gift.. So small.. Just such a tiny little gift that brought me so much joy was what you loved. Because you were thoughtful, you would’ve remember the time I’d would always run and grab a pink rose, just to smell giving me that satisfaction. And here I was..
On edge of tears, trying so hard to keep myself together and not cry.
At least, I didn’t want to cry but it was so hard. Your hand placed on top of my knee as a sign of concern, seeing your love hurt and scared. Seeing my knees to my chest shift into me crawling into your arms, you opened widely and took me in, muttering softly to my ear as I started to softly weep in the crook of your neck.. So embarrassed and ashamed to be such a crybaby right now. You knew my thoughts, so many little night talks about this. You held me, “shh.. It’s okay, baby.. It’s okay.” You spoke so softly and soothingly trying comfort me.
It felt like— A familiar feeling that I had once before you had ran off.. Disappearing as you normally do, how could I expect you to not get up and leave with no trace, sign, or note. I couldn’t.. So I hugged you tightly. “Please..” I begged, “Don’t ever leave me like that again.” I pleaded into the side of your neck, sounding so close like I was right into your ear. You knew how needy I was, you saw and felt how tight I held onto you knowing you had left me scarred with attachment issues and you were at fault, “I won’t.. I won’t. I’m here.. Baby..” so you held me back, returning the tight grip as you rub my back. Up and down, a pattern as you went into thought. I was reminding you about the day of our breakup where we were in the kitchen talking and situate our relationship. You wanted to leave and I caught you in the act, waking up to a sudden shift, bags zipping and leaving the door trying to be so sneaky. In the kitchen I caught you staring at our pictures that was pinned to our kitchen door. “Where are you going?” I interrupted your thoughts.
You turned, your heart dropping. ‘This isn’t supposed to happen.’ You say to yourself in your own head as you looked at me with luggage hugging your legs. You thought that I wouldn’t notice the difference between leaving and.. completely leaving.
That night, you left with your luggage to persevere your career in music with Axl to form your band and dreams.
Who knew.. a couple weeks after your disappearance I would be sitting on the bathroom floor with a pregnancy test in my hands telling me to prepare for what I might go down in the future. I could remember I was scared, fill with many mixed emotions and mainly they were full of, ‘What do I do?’ ‘Do I call Jeff?’ ‘What am I gonna do?’
Now your son is a year old, laying in his own little bed that fit to his size, his likings, and to his favor. He looks exactly like you. He has your hair, your facial structure, and he has my eyes. You missed him saying ‘mama’ you missed him hearing his little coos and sobs in the middle of the night.. His little accidents, still training him to use the bathroom that I still have to deal within this day. And here.. You are.
Holding me, like you didn’t disappear at all. What an asshole.. Asshole I think.. But I understood you, I knew what you loved and you still had a chance. That’s why I didn’t tell you that I was pregnant with your child because I wanted you to have a career you loved and I loved you and I still do. “Promise me..” I spoken softly after a couple moments talking to each other.
“Promise you won’t leave me this time.”
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broidobe · 7 months ago
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𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢
requested! thank youuuuuu! i can make a part two if you'd like!
☾izzy and the reader were once in love before his fame, but after years of silence, he returns wanting to reconnect☽
⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist
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you remember when it was simple. when it was just the two of you—izzy and you, before anything had the chance to change. it wasn’t about fame or recognition. it was about the music, late nights, and dreams that felt so tangible you could almost reach out and touch them. you’d meet up at his apartment or at dive bars in the city, the sound of a jukebox playing in the background, the clink of glasses and the murmur of quiet conversations surrounding you. but the two of you were in your own world.
back then, no one knew who guns n’ roses was. it was just a band with big ambitions. and you were with izzy through it all—through the struggles and the small victories. it felt like the two of you were unstoppable. he’d look at you with those wild eyes, that mischievous smile, and talk about the future, the one where he was going to make it big. you believed him, of course. you always did.
then the band exploded. one minute, he was the guy you saw in the studio, getting better every day, and the next, guns n' roses was everywhere. the tours, the interviews, the screaming fans—it all came crashing down on him. the world was now watching, and izzy became a part of something bigger than you could have ever imagined.
at first, it wasn’t so bad. you’d talk on the phone when he was free, send a few letters, but slowly, it began to fade. he’d get caught up in the whirlwind of it all, and you would try to understand, but there was a growing emptiness in your chest.
the days turned into weeks, then months. izzy stopped calling. he stopped writing. you would hear his name everywhere, see his face on magazine covers, hear his songs on the radio, but he was no longer there for you. you’d sit in your room with the phone on your lap, waiting for a call or a letter, but it never came.
you told yourself it was just the way things were now. he was living his dream. he was busy, right?
but it didn’t stop the hurt.
you tried moving on, but how do you let go of someone who was once everything to you? how do you erase the memories of those summer nights, the way his fingers would brush against yours, the way he would laugh so easily? you couldn’t, not really. you learned to live without him, though, and maybe that was the hardest part. you learned to exist without him.
years passed. you found your own way, built a life that didn’t revolve around his absence. but in the back of your mind, izzy always lingered. that small flame that never fully went out. you pushed it down, buried it deep, but there were moments—late at night or during a quiet afternoon when a song would come on the radio, or something would remind you of him—that flame would flicker again.
and you hated yourself for it. for still thinking about him. for still waiting, even though he’d never promised anything.
then, one day, the phone rang. you didn’t recognize the number at first, and when you picked it up, there was a moment of silence. then you heard a voice. his voice. it was deep, familiar, the same but different, like it hadn’t aged at all.
“hey, it’s izzy,” he said, and your heart skipped a beat. “i… i’ve been thinking about you. a lot. i’m leaving the band.”
you blinked, not understanding what he meant at first. leaving the band? after all this time?
“i just—” he sighed, the sound heavy in the receiver. “i had to. it’s not what i thought it would be, and i’ve realized i’ve been running for a long time. i need to come back. come back to you.”
you didn’t know how to respond. your heart was pounding in your chest, your mind racing with confusion. the years of silence, the pain, the heartache—it all came rushing back.
you thought about everything you’d lived through, how much you’d changed, how much he had too. but you also thought about that flame—the one you’d kept alive, buried deep but never truly gone.
izzy was here now, saying all the right things. he was leaving the fame, the band, the life he’d built for a new one. with you.
but you still didn’t know what to feel.
“can we talk?” he asked, his voice quieter now, unsure. “i just want to see you. i miss you.”
and just like that, everything seemed to pause. time seemed to stand still. the world outside faded, and it was just you, standing in the quiet after all these years, waiting for something that had felt impossible. you had the choice.
you could let him back in.
or you could keep going, as you had been, without him.
but deep down, you already knew.
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aishnico · 1 year ago
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#𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃: 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦
» summary: the famous guitarist of guns n’ roses is not sure what he feels towards you
» word count: 3.2k (wOOOOO)
» warnings: cringey stuff (help 🙄🙄), alchohol, drugs, not cheating but you might take it personally (?) suggestive content, he’s a bitch until the last parts, fluff at the end (?), grammar issues (as always)
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“so, what’s up with that girl in that music shop?” duff asked his curly-haired friend while drinking his vodka.
his friend yawned. “huh, who?”
“the girl in the music shop, you even invited her to our last concert. izzy said he saw you two on outside.”
he blinked a few times. then realization hit him. “ooh, you’re talking about miss fortune,” he then started to laugh like an idiot. “be ready to hear what will come.”
he didn't care about you, at first. he just thought you were a cute girl who was in charge of one of his favorite music stores when sometimes the owner, your dad, wasn't around. you would look at him impressed and with adoration whenever he played one of the greatest guitar solos. your reaction would cause him to chuckle and boost his ego.
you wondered since when he was playing and how many hours he was practicing a day. of course, your mouth was wide open when you heard the answer. you acted like you weren't believing him, but deep down, you knew it was mostly true.
after some time, he asked you to attend one of his band's shows to see more of his guitar capabilities. and it's not like a famous rock star asks you this every day. so you accepted his offer.
the show was crazy; his bandmates were also crazy and flirtatious as fuck, but they killed the show. you were looking for him after the show. then saw his friends taking drugs while a couple of half-naked chicks were sitting by their sides. you assumed he was going to join them, but you saw him outside trying to light his cigarette. but you grabbed it from his hands with a sly smile. he furrowed his eyebrows.
"c'mon, girl, give it back."
"there are better things to do than this. what are you doing here?"
"just went for some fresh air. the atmosphere inside is making my head hurt today. guess i'm not in the mood."
"this," you pointed his lighter. "doesn't make fresh air. also, won't this make your head hurt more?"
he rolled his eyes at you. "and what are you suggesting?"
that was the first moment when he thought you were, strange. more strange and different than the girls he has ever met. he never thought you would bring him to a chinese tea shop. and he wasn't expecting you to pay for both of you. he had never tried this type of tea before. hell, when was the last time he even drank tea?
the waiters even offered both of you fortune cookies. he thought they were nothing but bullshit. who would even believe in them? of course, you would.
"how can you even believe in these?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows at the cookie.
"well, i don't know about you, but for me, most of them are true!"
"i've never eaten this before."
"come on! how about the fortune cards? have you tried them before?"
"no. like i said, they are all bullshit." he said with a strict tone.
"at least eat the cookie."
he did as you said and broke the cookie in half. he didn't even look at the mini-paper and wrinkled it. then saw your sad puppy eyes looking at him. he sighed and straightened the paper without showing it to you.
'the thing you might be looking for is nearer than you think.'
what does that even mean? he furrowed his eyebrows again. "what does it say?" you asked him excitedly, and he wrinkled the paper and put it in his pocket.
"you're no fun." you muttered.
"and you are the most hilarious person i've ever met. it's getting late. let's go."
"would you accompany me?" you asked with a teasing tone.
usually, when he would go on his 'dates', he would call a cab for them. he doesn't remember when he accompanied them on a walk or when he agreed to accompany you now.
he listened to your beliefs about those fortune things he found bullshit, how tea is better than coffee and country music is actually nice to listen to, which he disagrees with on both. you two didn't have any common things at all. but he found it amusing to argue about things about which you didn't have the same opinion as him.
you were now standing before your house. you smiled at him. "thank you for the company."
he shrugged. "i mean, you asked me to do it so..."
"yeah yeah, good night, saul." you planted a kiss on his cheek before entering your house. he stood there for a couple of seconds. then started to walk fast to the street to find a cab. he had already lost a lot of time.
"she then kissed my cheek, and she probably thinks we're dating or something." the guitarist laughed at his sentence with duff. he took another roll of cocaine.
"i think she did that because she wanted to tease you?" duff asked.
"tease me? man, i don't even have eyes on her. she's weird. not in a bad way, though."
"don't tease her himself. girls like her may think you're in love with her or something."
"trust me, she's like the last person to fall in love with."
that was what he has been telling himself since your little 'date'. he didn't bother to contact you, neither did you. he thought you were just acting indifferent.
he almost forgot you while he was on tour. every day traveling to another city, playing the same songs, meeting with new chicks, and sometimes making out with them...
it has been almost a month and a half since you saw each other. they were in los angeles again, working on a new album. one day, he received a phone call from the owner of his favorite music shop. the shopkeeper told him that there were new pedals and equipments for electric guitars at the shop. he got excited and went on his way to the shop.
he spent about an hour there, testing new guitars and equipments on them. however, he decided he didn't need them for now. he thanked the shopkeeper, and before leaving, he saw a familiar picture of a woman behind the cash point.
what he did not expect was that the woman in the picture, you, was the shopkeeper's daughter.
"haven't you met with my daughter yet? strange... i remember that she told me that a famous guitarist would come here often while i had something to do."
"i... don't remember her."
"hm, i don't think you can see her often here from now on. she's in college, so she doesn't have much time for her dad anymore, I guess." he coughed.
"what's her major?"
"english literature, i believe"
"cool... anyway, take care." the guitarist answered when he was about to leave the shop. before he could pull the door, somebody else pulled. you.
both his and your eyes wide open. you smiled at him sincerely. "what a pleasing surprise! we met again." you chuckled.
"oh? isn't that our little miss fortune?" he seemed to remember now.
"miss fortune? that's not the best way to describe me but okay. i'm in a hurry, but i'd like to meet you tonight at the tea shop where we went about a month ago. bye!" you rushed inside without saying anything else.
"hey! when should i come?"
your father grinned at him and the guitarist left the shop.
why did i say that..? the man thought to himself. i probably sounded desperate to see her or something. ugh...
he made his way towards the local bar where he and his bandmates would usually hang out. maybe he could kill some time before heading to the tea shop. he just wanted to lay on a couch for a while but couldn't say no to a pretty lady who wanted to share her bottle of jack daniels with him.
"waiting for someone, handsome?"
"i'm waiting for someone, actually."
"hm, unpunctual people are not up to good."
"actually, i don't know why am i waiting."
"are you waiting for a date?"
"i don't think it's a date, just a hangout."
"well, i don't think you should wait too long for a hangout. you have nothing to do better?"
"guess no"
"well, i think there is." the lady smirked at him before attacking his neck with kisses and bites. the man threw his head back and inhaled. he gave her more permission to attack. eventually, he got turned on, pulled her head off, and connected their lips before heading to the nearest toilet.
it was almost 9 p.m. and only now did he remember he needed to go after washing his face. his head was exploding. he still didn't know why he was heading there. he certainly did not have feelings for you. he didn't find you super attractive, and he didn't find a reason to hang out with you often.
were you friends? he also didn't think so. maybe you would complain about him to his father like a little girl, and then your father would forbid him to come to his shop? that thought was hilarious to him.
after about half an hour, he was standing before the tea shop. when he looked through the window, he saw no one there except a ginger employee. he then hesitated but entered inside.
"i'm sorry sir, but we're closing here after ten minutes." the ginger woman told him before going to the personal room to change her clothes.
he huffed at himself. it was just a waste of time for him. why did he even bother? he asked this question to himself for the nth time.
he made his way to the door but stopped once he heard a door opening sound from behind. he returned his face to the sound and saw you with a shocked expression, but it turned into a relaxing small smile.
"you came..."
"you called."
then your ginger friend got out of personal room and tapped your shoulder. "we're closing in ten minutes. make your last order, then close the shop, alright?"
you nodded. "good night!"
"good night!"
you both watched her leave, then looked at each other awkwardly. "i thought you wouldn't show up."
"i planned to come here earlier, but..."
"but..." you repeated after him and got closer to him. your happy face dropped off. you looked at his neck full of hickies. "guess mosquitoes nagged you." you gave him a small smile.
"oh, is that much visible? my friends will tease the shit out of me."
you didn't reply and made your way toward the cash point. "what can i make for you?" 
he looked at the tea chart for a couple of seconds. "you know what? make the tea we both drank when we were here."
"i don't remember which we drank."
"then make your favorite. make two cups of them."
"oh? you seem pretty thirsty." you teased him.
"nah, that's for you. you treated me that time. now i want to repay."
you nodded. "oh, so that's why you came here. to repay me."
this thought never passed through his mind but he chose to lie. "yeah, pretty much." you didn't look up to him but nodded.
after a couple of minutes, you put two cups of tea on the tray and went to where he was sitting. you placed his tea in front of him. "thank you."
you sat next to him. admiring people from afar. a lady and her boyfriend were clinging to each other to get warm. an old lady was struggling with her walker and her son (or someone else) was trying to help her. three children running on pavements while laughing (why were they outside at this hour?)
but he could care less about the outside. he was admiring you. he was admiring how soft your expression was. how you looked cute when you're puffing the steam from tea. how slowly you're drinking it, but it is still hot, and you manage to burn the tip of your tongue a little bit. he chuckled at himself.
"what's funny?" you pouted at him.
"you. you're funny."
you rolled your eyes at him. "you're annoying, mind your business."
"what happened to your lovey-dovey attitude? i still remember that kiss." he teased you.
"ugh, don't remind me. i cringe every time i remember this. god knows what was i thinking... besides, i know that meant nothing to you."
"ooh, how do you know that?"
"because you would try to contact me, at least passing by that music shop. but you never did these for the past month. you just chased some mosquitoes, and they chase you back."
he laughed at this. "why do i feel like we're arguing like we're actually a couple?"
you didn't know how to reply, so you continued to sip your tea. you didn't talk until you finished your tea. you looked at his side and saw that his cup was full.
"you didn't even take a sip."
"i waited for it to be cold."
"trust me, it is now. but i have to close the shop. drink it or give it to me." you said while reaching your hand to him. but he quickly grabbed the cup and drank it all at once.
your mouth was wide open. you blinked a few times. "this is not some tequila okay?! you can't just one-shot it!"
"who says?" he replied while heading to the cash point. you followed him there and finished your cleaning and checking the last things before heading door with him.
after locking the door you looked at him. you thought he wanted to say something so you waited patiently.
"thank you." was all he said. you lowered your head, and smiled at yourself. "i shall thank you. for the free tea."
"i forgot to thank you at that time. and i thank you now for your kindness."
he would never thought these words would actually leave his mouth. like, he was a completely different person now.
"you're welcome, i hope you enjoyed your tea."
"trust me, i did."
"well, i'm glad." you looked at him now. after a brief moment of silence, you coughed. "i should get going. you should too. don't drink too much at this hour. huh, why would you listen to me?" you lowered your voice at the end but he heard it anyway.
"i already drank today. and i have no desire to drink again. not now, but surely tomorrow."
"alright, good night saul. take care."
you smiled again and started to walk on your way. "wait!" you heard him calling you so you stopped. he immediately came next to you.
"would you want me to company you?"
you chuckled at yourself. "i do not want to waste your time."
"trust me, you won't."
what was that again? what did he just say? he completely agreed that he was just someone else right now. but his stomach got hurt so much when you sincerely smiled again. it wasn't pain, it was something else. it feels like something quivers in his stomach and the breath from his lungs is leaving.
he feels exhilaration.
"are you okay? you're trembling," you asked him worriedly, caressing both of his arms.
he feels like he is about to explode.
"the weather- yes, the weather is... getting cold. we should get going."
"look, you don't have to come with me. my house isn't far from here anyway. you're shaking. just find a cab and head to your home. you won't be happy when you get sick and you have to be at the studio at that moment."
oh how sincere you were in your words and how caring you were towards him.
"i'm gonna be fine," he smirked and you both started to walk next to each other.
both of you didn't talk. although the silence wasn't disturbing. it was a comfortable one. million thoughts were flying inside his head right now. he was mainly thinking about your current situation. what you two were? what you were to him? was this feeling temporary? was this feeling gonna hunt him constantly? he didn't know.
the only thing he knew was that he had to find a reason to hang out with you again.
he wanted to know more about you. wanted to hear about your college life and lessons. want to know about your family and friends. wanted to know your favorite color, food, animal, movie, and more. he wanted to learn about you more.
"are you feeling warm yet?" you broke the long silence. but it seemed like he was in his deep thoughts.
"saul?" you called him. he then came back to reality and looked at you. "
"huh? excuse me, i was thinking about something."
"i asked if you're feeling warm yet."
"oh, yeah. pretty much."
"good."
a silence occurred between you once again. this time, he broke it. with saying something unexpected.
"although i would feel completely warm if you make me a soup."
you laughed hysterically. "i bet those chicks make hella delicious soups."
"nah, i don't think so. i want to try your meals someday."
he didn't care about it anymore. he didn't care anymore if he was being someone else. he liked it
"someday... someday seems cool."
"your behavior did really change. i would lie if i say i don't miss the old lovey-dovey miss fortune [name]."
"h-huh? don't call me miss fortune. i'm not interested in that stuff that much now. besides, unlike you, i love this saul."
"oh? you don't like my old me?"
"he was salty, but he was okay. i would still hang out with him."
he couldn't hide his smile but managed to hide his slightly flushed cheeks. even if he was being like this, or normal himself, you would still be next to him.
finally, you both were standing in front of your house. you inhaled and looked at him. "thank you for your accompany."
he just shrugged, couldn't find anything to say. so you cleaned your throat. "good night, saul. take care."
"you too, good night."
you smiled and before you pulled the door he called you by your name. you turned your head at him.
"no good night kisses?" he asked with a cheeky tone. you just rolled your eyes at him playfully. "don't tease me, boy, now go and get some sleep."
"woah woah woah woah- you know what it feels like to me? like i just skipped a big part of a romance novel." duff laid on the couch, almost going to sleep right there.
"i know it happened in one night but, i'm telling you. this time, wasn't like the first time. the first time i really wanted to walk away from there. but this time, i didn't want it to end."
"congratulations on your new hook-up then. just know, i'm gonna make it shorter by saying she's the last person to fall in love with."
"hey, mind your own business!"
"fine fine..." the bassist yawned loudly before slowly drifting off.
they didn't talk for a few minutes since saul was lost in his thoughts again. then something clicked in his mind.
there weren't two versions of him. there wasn't this cheeky and normal saul. there was only one. and that only one have…
he broke the silence.
"dude, i think i've fallen in love with her for real."
the bassist woke up and dropped his bottle of vodka to the floor. "you what?!"
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