#i love my wife duff mckagan

[jezatrex]

MY WIFEEEEEEEEE

[rocketqueen1989x]

my wife

[broidobe]

hey daphne! i’m curious, what are your fav bands and then your fav members? - 🐛

heyyy! i literally am so glad you asked because i LOVE telling absolutely everyone

bands

the agonist (#1 band EVER. but i really only listen to the albums with alissa lol)

arch enemy

candlemass

chelsea grin

lorna shore

draconian

him

korn

slipknot

metallica

gnr

my dying bride

mayhem

fall out boy

mcr

p!atd (only ryro days lol)

whitechapel

sublime

the cure

the black dahlia murder

literally so many more lol

members

alissa white-gluz (MY WIFE)

angela gossow

will ramos

messiah (candlemass)

robert smith

heike langhans

ville valo

jon davis

head

sid wilson

corey taylor

james hetfield

DUFF MCKAGAN (my #1 childhood crush)

slash

lena abé

pete wentz

gerard way

mikey way

ryan ross

phil bozeman

bradley nowell

brain eschbach

ethel cain (not a member but THIS DIVA)

if you couldn't tell, i love melodeath lol

[thesmokingguns]

It’s 3AM and I love you

Word count: 848

A/N: I can’t believe 3AM is over. I’ve had so much fun writing it. I really hope you enjoy this last bit. it’s been an emotional ride so I tried to end it on a fluffy note!

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It’s 3AM and I love you

I love the way you smell like lavender and clean skin. Taking deep breaths in of you calms me and makes my heart soar.

I love the way that your hand wraps around mine, like I’m the safest place in the world. You lay in my arms letting me hold you, cuddle you, and keep you safe.

My heart is full of you. Everything I wanted and even more.

You almost weren’t here with me. I didn’t even know that you were growing in your Mama’s belly until I woke up, hungover and found her curled in my arms. My hand had found its way under the shirt she was wearing and onto the warmth of her skin, and you.

I’d like to say that I reacted calmly and collected. That it was this joyous moment where our lives fell together but that’s not what had happened.

I had yelled and your mother had cried.

And not the tears she gets now but I fill out sobbing. The type of crying I’m supposed to take her in my arms for and protect her from. No, I caused her tears.

I was so mad.

I felt betrayed that she had gotten pregnant. How could she judge me so badly when she had gotten knocked up.

And then she screamed between sobs the words that changed it all.

“It’s yours Duff. It’s your baby.” And we stood there, me shaking with rage and anxiety and her sobbing these big deep sobs. A bed between us as the information was dropped on me like a cold bucket of water.

“What?”

There was silence in the room except for the sniffing and sobs she was trying to get under control. Her eyes finally landed on me, sad broken eyes that were so different from the ones that used to light up with laughter.

“I found out a month or so after I left. I didn’t know what to do so I went to a clinic to….” Her eyes went downcast and I knew what the next statement would be. She wiped at her eyes, the hurt in them as she swallowed, “But she was a part of you and it’s selfish that I couldn’t let you go but I needed her. I needed-.” She swallowed.

Me. She needed me.

And I need her.

So our love story was rocky and unexpected. The twists and turns were unexpected to us but we had you.

A baby girl. Our baby girl.

You. With your chubby cheeks and silly smiles. The big eyes like your mama. Hopefully you’d be a lot like your mama.

Her heart was big enough to love me after I broken it. And it made me love her even more fiercely.

“Duff?” Her soft voice, the padding of feet and there she was, baby girl. Your mama.

Even in her sleep deprived state, my shirt hanging around her and her hair a mess of bed head she was still the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Hello Mrs. McKagan.” The blush of her cheeks and she touched her face, walking over to me, laying a kiss on your sweet baby head before cuddling up beside me.

My wife.

Married three months after our little Angel was born. A small ceremony in the backyard of my parents house in Seattle. She wore this lace dress that she found in some thrift store and wore a crown of flowers. She was barefoot in the grass and the most beautiful person I had ever met.

And you were their cooing in my mothers arms until your mama gave me that look and grabbed you, holding you between us.

Because we loved you. And you were part of this.

“It’s 3am, put  her down and come to bed with me.” She whispered as I looked down. Sleeping softly, an image of peace and beauty.

So we laid her in the crib and I was guiding you back to bed.

Because it’s 3AM and the quiet night sounds better when the sound of her in my ears. Telling me how she loves me as her body does the same.

The feeling of her body under mine and on top of mine and all the places as we literally rolled in the sheets consuming each other like starving fiends.

Lips and teeth and words all mixed together in a potion of love. Me and here. Forever.

Our hands interlocking, the feeling of her wedding ring cold on my skin. Mine.

My wife. My love. My world.

My daughter's mother. The two girls who made my life like a summer's day, warm sun and splashing in the pool. Laughter and happiness. And the long days and warm nights.

With them I had everything. The whole world seemed to be in the palm of my hand.

Holding her in my arms, her hair in my fingers as I ease her to bed. Silence broke by small mews of a sleeping one year old.

It’s 3am and I love them. And they love me.

[born-to-lose]

Wrong Number

Pairing: Duff McKagan x fem!reader

Requested by anon

Summary: You call Steven to talk about your love for Duff. Or at least you think you're calling Steven...

Tags: fluff, drinking, implied smut, Modern AU (kinda, smartphones are a thing)

Words: 1,569

A/N: I'd like to thank the anon who requested this a lot for legitimately letting me talk about my love for this man here. (gif made by me)

Tag list: @slashscowboyboots @warriorteam1924 @losers-yurio @whered0wego

Tip me if you want!

When you were drunk, you didn't get aggressive or crazy like most of your friends. You were more the honest and embarrassing kind. You'd always elaborate on things you would never even mention if you were sober. At times it got pretty interesting for others, but they usually never brought it up afterwards as they didn't want you to feel uncomfortable hearing what you had said under the influence of alcohol.

A popular topic was your crush when you had one. It was only natural that you had to call Steven to gush about Duff, the man you'd been in love with for a couple of months, but you both knew this wasn't an innocent temporary crush anymore. There was plenty to talk about since you'd been on the set of the band's new music video and the bassist had somehow managed to make you fall in love with him even more than you'd already been. It had seemed impossible, but like so many times, he proved you wrong.

You picked up your phone and scrolled through the contact list until you reached 'Blondie' and clicked on the phone symbol.

"Hey Steven!" you slurred into the speaker as soon as the dial tone stopped.

"Um (y/n)-"

You didn't pay attention to what he was saying and if you were interrupting him in whatever he was doing, instead you just started talking. He should be used to it now. Besides, it was urgent.

"I'm really fucking in love with Duff," you stated firmly. "I know I say this all the time, but have you ever noticed how beautiful he is? He's cute and hot at the same time! How does he do that? One minute I want to cuddle him and watch movies while feeding each other popcorn and the other I want to climb him like a tree - which he kind of is - and do things to him that would disappoint my parents. Also, him humping his bass on stage makes me weak. I've never wanted to be a fucking bass guitar so bad in my entire life. And that cowboy hat! You know what they say… Save a horse, ride a cowboy. And why does he have to wear those skimpy shorts? Not to be a slut, but he can choke me with those thighs. Needless to say, his long neck is perfect for giving him hickeys… And why are even his arms pretty? They look so soft, I wanna hug his biceps until I fall asleep. I'm convinced this man can never look ugly, even if he tried. It's not in his power. Don't you ever take me to another one of your photo shoots, I can't handle the way he poses for the camera with a cigarette dangling from his lips and those bedroom eyes…."

Your mind wandered to Duff sitting on the hotel bed with that white jacket that just looked perfect on him the previous day. It was different compared to his rather casual and punk style, but it suited him.

"And that outfit he was wearing for the video shoot yesterday… I think that will be the blazer I want him to wear at our wedding. Seriously, do you even know how hard it is to stop myself from screaming 'wife me up, Duffles!' every time I see him?"

You jumped up from the armchair you were lounging in and walked into your tiny bathroom, looking into the mirror. "You know what? His lips would fit perfectly on mine." You puckered your lips, imagining what it would feel like to kiss him. He was probably a great kisser.

"Anyways," you sighed and returned to your bedroom. "His hair. His goddamn hair, I love it so much. I really wanna run my fingers through it and play with it while I lay in bed beside him or braid it and create stupid hairstyles just to make him laugh."

God, how many times you'd daydreamed about random domestic situations with Duff… You were pretty sure if you looked up the term 'boyfriend material' in a dictionary, there would be a picture of him right next to it.

"He's got that reputation as the cool guy and he really is, but he's actually so caring and sweet and smart and kind," you almost whined. It wasn't normal how much you loved this man.

Suddenly, you remembered the 'paint my house' joke he told at every party and while everybody who had heard it before was immediately annoyed as soon as he started, you genuinely laughed every time. You shared the same humour and that was probably what had gotten you so close in the first place.

"I know you guys don't think he's that funny, but to me every dumb joke he tells is hilarious and he never fails to make me smile, even when I don't feel like it at all." You wiped a tear away, which you didn't even know was falling. You just tended to get emotional in these situations, even more so when you were drunk.

"He may not be perfect, but despite his flaws, he's an amazing man and I'm so happy to know him," you continued.

As you closed your eyes, you thought of when you and the boys had gone to a club and while the others had been somewhere else doing God knows what, you and Duff had tipsily swayed to the rather heavy music, which hadn't really invited you to slow dance. After a while, your faces had gotten really close and he'd looked down at you with an expression that made it pretty clear he'd wanted to kiss you. Just then, Slash had walked in and the rest of the evening, you'd acted like nothing had happened, but it still left you thinking about it every now and then.

"And I've got to tell you, Stevie… last week, we got closer when we danced and I could have sworn he was about to kiss me, but fucking Slash interrupted us. That was when I was really sure I was in love with him."

There was a pause, so you figured Steven was too tired to respond or had already fallen asleep. "Okay, goodnight Stevie," you said before hanging up.

The next day, you went to the café where the boys had asked you to have breakfast with them. You sometimes did that when your schedules allowed it, although it was always more of a brunch as the earliest you met up was around 11am. Stepping inside, you heard them chatting in a low voice. As they saw you, they suddenly stopped and you walked over to them.

Duff was grinning like an idiot and it only seemed to get wider with every step closer. By the time you reached their table, the grin had turned into a cheeky smirk and he leaned back, stretching out his arm across the backrest before you sat down next to him. "That phone call last night was… informative."

You tilted your head and frowned as you tried to remember the last time you'd called him. It had been four days ago, what was he talking about? You only called Steven last night… Oh. Shit. You pulled your phone out of your bag and looked at your latest calls and there it was. The person whose number you'd saved under the name 'Blondie' was, in fact, not Steven. It was Duff. You only now realized it as a photo of him sticking his tongue out showed up as a profile picture.

Shock written all over your face, you looked back up at the blonde, whose eyes never left you while you stared at the display, figuring out what you had done last night.

You knew it wasn't always a good thing that you were brutally honest when you were drunk, but gushing about your crush with said guy being on the phone was something even you had never managed to do up until now. Congratulations. It was incredibly embarrassing and you hated yourself for not having waited for him to respond when you'd called him to see if it was even the right person you were talking to, but you hated him equally as much for bringing it up in front of your friends.

"Oh my God, shit, I didn't-" you stammered, trying to come up with an excuse, but your mind went blank.

What even was there to twist about what you had said? Sure, you'd been drunk, but especially then you said nothing but the truth and Duff knew that. He'd gone barhopping with you far too many times to believe you didn't mean anything you said. And you really had meant every single word.

"I must say I'm really fucking in love with you too," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

You blinked in confusion. Was he joking? If he was, it wasn't funny. "Wait, you what? You do?"

He laughed. "Yeah, I do! By the way, you were right about me wanting to kiss you last week."

"Wow, um, okay." You didn't know what to say. He'd already heard everything he needed to know last night on the phone.

Duff dropped his arm and snaked it around your middle, pulling you into his side. "Wanna see how perfectly my lips fit on yours?" he whispered and you smiled, turning your face to kiss him.

[appetiteforstradlin]

1 - 28 please 💜

you're literally the best, laura !! 🤣 LOVE YOU ! ♡

( i wasn't able to do 6, 7, 10, 15, 25, 27 though!)

1: Who's a rock star who shouldn't have facial hair

izzy >:( but i did love his look when he was in japan and had facial hair

2: Which band makes the sexiest music?

Aerosmith / Mötley Crüe

3: What's your type: bassists, singers, drummers, guitarists or keyboardists?

definitely guitarists and bassists

4: Would you rather run your hair through Roger Daltrey's, Robert Plant's, or Brian May's hair?

brian may's hair 🥺

5: What do you think a first date with Jim Morrison would be like?

i honestly feel like it would be a picnic in the park while listening to music. the way i'd literally give all of my life savings just to experience that moment with him

8: What would you do if Bob Dylan started flirting with you, but was already seeing someone else?

babe, that's bob dylan. i have no choice but to flirt back and take him to bed 😌

12: Is there a rock star you'd like to have angry sex with?

ummm ... izzy stradlin

13: What's something you would promise Roger Waters if you were his girlfriend?

i'd promise to stick with him through thick and thin

14: Would you feel flattered or disappointed if John Lennon cheated on his wife in order to be with you?

i'd definitely be disappointed

17: Who's a rock star you'd have a one night stand with?

david lee roth 😌

18: What's an album or song you'd like to have sex to?

AM - arctic monkeys

19: What's an album or song you'd like to make out to?

somebody else - the 1975

20: Name a rock star you'd give head to.

izzy stradlin 😌

21: Name a rock star you'd like to see in lingerie.

steven tyler lmao

22: Name a rock star you're attracted to, but not sexually attracted to.

steven adler !!

23: I think we're all aware of the attractive children these rock stars have produced. Is there one you'd like to get with?

definitely sean lennon ORRR gilby clarke's daughter, frankie berry.

24: Which rock star would you like to have a serious relationship with?

jeffrey dean isbell

26: Which rock star would you want to just cuddle with after sex?

duff mckagan

28: Which rock star would you just like to slow dance with in the middle of the night to an old song, and not say a word, just dance?

eddie van halen

[xxisxxisxxis]

Gateway Drug | Part Eighty-Six

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Warning(s): explicit language, violence, drug abuse

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The only sound is the clock ticking on our lawyer's desk, and the soft pattering of rain coming down.

"Just sign and initial and we'll get these back to the judge for approval." Nikki's lawyer tells us and I rub my lips together. 

We both grab the pens he hands over to us, hesitantly, and Nikki clears his throat, his hand hovering over the first page of lines to be signed.

If he signs them, I'll sign them, I say to myself. 

His pen presses to the paper, and it's as if he's trying to force himself to sign them...nothing happens, though. 

The lawyer notices this. 

"They can't be registered for approval if they're not signed." He adds, looking at the both of us. 

Nikki just rolls his eyes and taps his foot, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask him softly, hoping to God he says, "no." 

"Yeah, Vivian. I'm sure." He states, still looking at the papers, pen still…

I get the "V" of my signature written and he looks down and scribbles across his paper, standing up. 

"Fuck this, c'mon." He hisses and I look at him, wide eyed as he grabs my hand and pulls me up. 

"W-What?" I ask. 

"I'm retracting." He tells his lawyer as he walks out, taking me with him. 

"Nikki, what the hell are you doing?" I ask him, confused as we walk down the stairs of the law firm. 

"I've broken every fuckin' vow except 'till death do us part' and I'll be fucked to hell if we stuck it out and stayed with each other after the worst bullshit just to fucking divorce." He tells me. 

One Month Earlier

I went to see him to try to understand where exactly we were in our relationship, if he even really wanted a divorce or if he was just wanted to start over, but, like always…

"I don't understand why you're being so stubborn, Viv--"

"--Because you want me to sign papers you filed less than 24 hours after you freaking died, Nikki!" I whisper yell. 

"I assure you, I'm well aware!" He replies in the same quiet tone. "Sign the fucking papers."

"None of my grandparents ever divorced, my parents aren't divorced, I am not getting divorced. I'm a Christian, we don't do divorce." 

"Well, you're not supposed to do sex before marriage or adultery, either, but that sure as shit didn't keep your panties on." He mumbles. 

"Do you really bring up who did what because I assure you, your list is a hell of a lot longer than mine." I reply. 

"Oh, is it?" 

"Oh, it so is and you know it is." 

He covers his ears and glare at him, flaring my nostrils. 

"Are you serious right now?" 

"I can't hear you." He tells me and I reach across the table and snatch his hands away from his ears, scowling. 

"You are acting like a child right now!" I scold him. 

"Now you know how I feel while trying to get you to just sign the damn papers!" He replies, crossing his arms. "But if you stay like this I might reconsider." He adds, his eyes on my chest where I'm leaning over. 

"You aren't even taking this seriously, Nikki." I shove at his shoulder before sitting back down and he chuckles. 

"I am, too," He argues. "You just look good." 

"You're changing the subject." 

"I can't compliment you?" 

"Not when it's just to change the subject." 

"I'm not changing the subject."

"Just like you to file for a divorce and then not want to discuss it with the woman who's put everything into the marriage you want wiped from existence." 

"Now, you're pissing me off." 

"You pissed me off when I got those damn papers with no warning."

"That's a lie, Vivian, the past year has been a fucking warning--especially with the amount of times you've thrown divorce in my face if I didn't straighten up. Remember that?"

"That's different. It was incentive to get you to act right."

"I didn't have any 'act right' left in me by that point." He states. "Unless it was for you." He smirks and I kick him under the table. 

"Quit being a pervert." 

"That's not perverted."

"This is a serious talk, Nikki, and you're trying to get out of it."

He opens his mouth to talk but I cut him off. 

"And I swear to God if you say, 'I'm trying to get you out of something,' I'm going to come across this table and make you wish you had died." 

"Is that a promise?" He raises a brow.

"I forgot how ridiculously immature sober Nikki is." I hiss. 

"No, no, baby, this isn't even 'sober' Nikki. This is 'I don't have even the slightest sprinkle of anything in me for the first time in ten fucking years and I'm slowly starting to lose my fucking mind just a little bit' Nikki. Now just imagine staying married to this." He explains to me and I cut my eyes. 

"Why the hell are you trying to convince me to want to divorce you?" 

"Because you told me to fucking divorce you, remember?" 

I furrow my brows. 

"The day I got home and we got into that argument and you told me to just divorce you. So I'm trying to." 

"You know that's not what I meant, Nikki." 

"What the fuck did you mean, Vivian, because you fucking said, 'just divorce me then'." 

"I didn't mean the next fucking day." 

"You're crazy." He tells me. 

"I'm crazy? I tried to throw myself off of a balcony when I thought you died and you thought it'd be a good idea to break up with me hours later?! Are you sure I'm the only crazy one?!" 

"You told me you wanted out--multiple times." 

"And you told me you loved me." 

"Oh, oh, oh, woah, woah, wait a damn minute, that was a fucking coke binge mixed with alcohol, talking."

"Wasn't much talking, just a lot of crying and begging." I point out and he shakes his head a little, rolling his jaw. "Just for you to come home and file for divorce." 

"Fuck you, Vivian."

"Fuck you, Nikki." 

We both puff up and pout, arms crossed, glaring at each other with "go to hell" looks. 

"...So?" Doc asks us when he comes back to check in on us. 

"She's still that bratty little spoiled prude that would argue with me for the hell of it that she was when I first fucking met her." He snaps. 

"And he's still Satan's evil Spawn." I bark. 

"I'm about to take you to the bathroom." He threatens me. 

"I'd rather have sex with Bret Michaels." I shoot back. 

"At the rate you're going, I believe it." 

"Do we need to talk about the threesome you had with Tansy and Vanity, now, or…?" 

"Wasn't Tansy." He states. 

"Really? Then who was it with?"

"Let's not do this here." Doc says quietly, apparently we're getting louder than we thought, other visitors and patients glancing at us uncomfortably. 

I wanna see them be married to Nikki Sixx and try to handle their shit quietly. 

"Sign the damn papers, Vivian." Nikki tells me as I stand up, grabbing my purse and scoffing. 

"You and your damn papers can go burn." I mumble to him.

"You know I'm right!" He calls after me, I just flick him off, turning my hand to him as I walk away.

When I get back to the house, I'm faced with the boxes I've got stacked and packed, groaning at the mess I've made trying to get our things sorted out--well, my things. 

"Viv?!" Sharise calls from our guest bedroom. 

"It's me!" I call back, hearing Whisky running from where she is to me. 

"Hey, baby boy." I greet him, patting his head. 

"I didn't know what to do with this," she carries down the big white box with my wedding dress in it. "And Sky's asleep, she's had a big afternoon with woof-woof." She states, using Skylar's nickname for Whisky. 

"Aww," I say and take the box from her and carry it to the dinner table. "I haven't opened this since we got married." 

"I wonder if you could still wear it." She adds and I raise my brows. 

"Hell, if I know." I mumble. "I'm not gonna need it anymore."

"Oh, don't say that." She tells me. 

"He's serious about the divorce, Sharise." I state. 

"He's gone through a lot of stuff, Viv. You both have. He's not thinking clearly." 

"Well, I am, and I don't want a freaking divorce." 

"Yeah, but that's you." She reminds me. "I'm sorry it's something you're having to go through but you don't need to be with someone that wants to leave the marriage." 

"I guess." 

"Or you two will work things out and it'll be fine." She says next, optimistic. 

"Work it out…"

I'm hunched over the toilet a week later at the house, puking my guts up, trying to take deep breaths as I think I finish, only to be met with another wave of vomit, my throat and nose burning as regurgitated stomach acid stings at it.

"Shit." I grumble to myself, taking deep breaths…

I glare at the positive pregnancy tests--the reason for my nausea, mainly. 

"Damnit, Vivian." I say to myself, tiredly, trying not to start crying.

Whisky's standing under me and I just sit on the bathroom floor and cry, hugging the dog when he gets closer to me to run his nose against my hand. 

What the hell am I going to do? What the hell am I going to tell Duff? What am I going to tell Nikki? I want him to stay with me but I'm pregnant with a baby that isn't even his. I know he knows about me and Duff, now, but a baby from it would be a constant reminder that, "hey, remember that time you and your wife fucking hated each other and she fucked Duff McKagan while you were overdosing?" 

I hit myself internally, wiping my eyes. 

I knew this was a risk, so I'm not surprised--just pissed at myself. 

I'm not on birth control, I don't like condoms, I'm lucky I don't have an STD but a fucking baby with Duff? 

What's my dad going to think? 

What's Duff's family going to think, especially if by some miracle Nikki and I do stay together...what will happen with his chance to find someone else. Most women in their 20s in L.A. don't want to play step-mom right now. 

The press will have a field day with this…

My mind shifts to Nikki's granddad.

Damn it. 

I glance at the clock that reads 1:34a.m. and let out a breath, exhausted, before opening the bathroom drawer and putting the pregnancy test in it, sniffling. 

I rummage through our cabinets for something to help me sleep, finding some NyQuil.

I decide to take it since the only reason I had a reaction to it last time was because I mixed it with my antidepressant, and I go lay down, looking at Whisky getting in beside me, laying on Nikki's side of the bed, my mind plucking at a familiar sight not too long ago.

"Where the hell is Nikki at?!" I hear Doc shout over the bustle backstage, and I furrow my brows, stopping my conversation with Tawny Kitaen--who's here with David Coverdale--as Doc looks at me. 

"You know where the fuck Sixx is?" He snaps at me. 

"No, I came with Sharise and Heather." I tell him. 

"Is Nikki even fucking here?!" He shouts next. 

"How the hell am I supposed to know, Doc?!" I yell back, getting pissed. 

"Maybe because you're his wife?" I hear someone cut in, sounding irritated, and I slowly turn around and see Bobby Dall leaned against an amp, his arms crossed. 

"Maybe lick my twat." I snap back, harshly. 

"I'm missing a fucking bassist that's supposed to go on in fifteen fucking minutes!" Doc yells over everybody, making me and Bobby shut up our bickering that's about to inevitably start. "Has anybody seen or heard anything from Nikki Sixx?!" 

We all glance at each other, not saying a word. 

"Fuck!" He outbursts, storming away to call the office back home. 

Bobby huffs out a breath and pushes past me and Tawny, while I just glare daggers into him. 

It was Day on the Green, a big music festival in Oakland, California, and on the second day, Whitesnake, Poison, and Mötley Crüe were set to perform. But once it was Mötley's turn, nobody could find Nikki. I had come with Sharise and Heather. Nikki had attempted to kick smack, again, so we all thought that's what delayed his arrival...come to find out…

"I've been up three fucking days freebasing, Tommy, alright?" He snaps to a pissed off Tommy and Vince after, "You're fucking shooting up again," leaves Tommy's lips. 

The guys are pissed off--the most pissed I've ever seen them at Nikki--and the fans, who've been waiting for nearly an unacceptable amount of time for Mötley Crüe, are bustling with impatience as Nikki steadily drinks from a bottle of Jack to bring himself down some.

He glances at me and snarls. 

"Get her outta here. I can't do shit with her looking at me like I'm dead." He snaps to Fred and I roll my jaw and leave him be.

By the time the show goes on, it's so obvious that Nikki's out of it, his eyes wide and wild, his brain fried…

Once the part of the show happens where Vince brings out bottles of Jack for Nikki and Tommy to chug on stage, I feel my eyes water, seeing Nikki scrambling to get up where he threw himself down the stage, to grab the fifth of Jack from Vince. 

He chugs half, Tommy chugs half, and when Nikki comes to grab some water to try to keep up and finish the show as strong as he can, he takes two big gulps of water and hisses a bit of it back up, coughing and hacking. 

I'm assuming he grabbed Micks straight vodka by accident. 

The show ends soon, and Nikki's slobbering drunk, looking tired and worn down. 

"I'm fuckin' going home." He tells Doc, pushing past him. "Vivian, baby, c'mon." He tells me, surprisingly gentle, slurring and taking heavy breaths. 

I think he's just that damn tired. 

"You don't want to stay and try to sober up some?" I ask him, calmly. 

"No, I just wanna go home." He repeats. 

I tell the girls and boys, 'bye,' right before Doc hammers us with when we need to be at the airport to leave for the next shows on the tour. 

I can see Nikki being bombarded with Doc, bitching him out for being late while simultaneously threatening him if he doesn't get his shit together before they do the next line of shows...his eyes growing more and more distant with each word. 

"You know how many fuckin' people you disappointed tonight, Nikki?" Doc asks him next. 

"Doc, he gets it, alright." I interrupt since Nikki's not saying anything to him. I take Nikki's hand and pull him to the door. 

"He obviously doesn't get it, Vivian." He bites at my heels, following after us. 

"I get it, you're pissed, but can we please do this another time?" I hiss, snapping around to him, glancing around at the different roadies backstage, some of the members of other bands and their girlfriends and wives looking uncomfortable with Nikki getting his metaphorical asshole torn into a million pieces by Doc. 

"You've both been saying that for the past year, Vivian, so no. We can't do this another time." Doc tells me, fed up. 

"Well, me and him are." I argue, turning back around and grabbing Nikki's arm to keep walking.  

Nikki's not even here mentally. It's like he's sedated. 

"Just go ahead and enable him, Vivian." Doc outbursts to me, still behind us with each step, and I turn and throw my fist to his face as hard and fast as I can, hearing a satisfying crack in his cheek. 

Eyes widen around us, Fred is rubbing his face as he steps to us, Tommy, Vince and Mick glaring at me...they can all think Nikki Sixx married a batshit bitch. 

I don't care anymore.

When we get on the plane Nikki flew in on, he sits down and stays quiet as I sit across from him. 

The only thing he tells me the entire hour and a half worth of flight is, "I've fucking done it again," I'm assuming in reference to messing things up. 

He locks himself in the closet when we get home, and I spend the night wide awake, staring at Whisky where he's laying on Nikki's side of the bed.

"You and me again." I say to him, reaching out and rubbing his head as he stretches.

I blink the memory back, still looking at Whisky. 

"You and me again."

[imacrowcawcaw]

A Lover With A Red Hot Thong -- Duzzy -- Ch. 1

Author (as known on various sites): luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Wattpad and Deviantart, lady lover - Rockfic, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping blog, @gretavanfleetconfessions

Fandom: Guns n Roses

Pairings: Duff McKagan/Izzy Stradlin (Duzzy)

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, like extreme fluff, attempted humor, airports, Duff has anxiety, Izzy is really good at comforting him, cuddling, sharing a bed, romance, dates, friends to lovers, adorable giggly boys, kissing

Summary: Duff dressed like a stripper from Arkansas that had discovered the Sex Pistols last week, drank more vodka in a month than most people did in a year, baked amazing blackberry streudals, sang Prince in the shower, and made out with his friends when he was lonely. Izzy was pretty sure that he was in love with him. Something certainly comes out of it when they end up spending a rather romantic week (totally not a honeymoon) in New Orleans because somebody (the very Duff of his longings) always loses their passport.

Taglist: @brianmaysclog @love-n-my-heart-4-n-army-apart @1800endmeplease @tymeconsuming @satans-helper @ageofkiszka @karrotkate @therealswanqueen @mountainofthesunn @onlyan-angel @lantern-inthenight @love-philautia @ubernoxa @kill-fear-the-power-of-lies (reminder that I just remade my taglist and organized it as best as I could, but if you either don’t want to be tagged in something (like GNR) or want to be added, just let me know!)

Author's Notes (aka disclaimers): 

1 - Don't own the people or places 

2 - It's a combination of real and made up (to my knowledge) places for this story. Don't use this as a fucking tour guide, I've never been to New Orleans and I don't have memories of anywhere east of Lake Tahoe

3 - The timeline of this is also completely made up. I like to bend reality to my will because I am a lazy writer

4 - I tried my hand at writing a character with anxiety. I'm trying my best with the info online and my own experiences, but please let me know if something is wildly inaccurate and detracts from the story 

5 - I mean no disrespect to the band. I try my best to be a humorous writer, and I think that I have a pretty healthy view of them, seeing both the good and poking fun at the bad. Some of this might come off as mean, but I’m not really trying to be. I just want people to laugh

6 - Trying that thing where I port my WIPs to get motivated. We’ll see if this works!

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Monday, September 15, 6:46 AM, New Orleans Louis Armstrong National Airport 

"Duff, what exactly do you mean you don't have your passport?" Axl spit, breathing hard in an effort to diffuse combustion. He was not exactly the happiest camper this early in the morning, especially when some people's forgetfulness interrupted the sleep he had planned on getting as soon as they boarded the plane.

The man being questioned gazed at Axl nervously through wide, panicked eyes. 

"I don't know, man! Er- I mean, yeah I don't have it... I'm pretty sure the last time I saw it was at the hotel when we checked in. I'm sorry! We just got up so early and it was still dark and I kind of have a hangover from last night so I just shoved my stuff in my bag and went downstairs so we wouldn't be late, but now we're going to be late shit I'm sorry I don't-" 

"Hey, hey. Duff, it's okay, just breathe," Izzy soothed, speaking his first words of the day besides a 'fuck off' to Steven, who'd been tasked with waking him up. He settled a coffee-cup-warm, pale hand on Duff's shoulder and turned to speak to Axl.

"It's fine, Bill, we'll figure it out. None of us function well in the morning, do you have your snakeskin belt, hmm?" He asked, knowing that the beloved item was still hanging from a lamp in the hotel room they had checked out of at 4 AM.

Axl's mouth shut with a clack as he glared at Izzy and his damned know it all face. He huffed out a breath and made a big show of rolling his eyes and changing his expression to one of fond exasperation.

"Fine, then, you can figure it out. Don't expect any help from us, though!" 

Izzy snorted at his friend's drama and his statement; Steven was currently trying to convince an off duty captain to let him fly his plane, Axl was Axl, and Slash was still dead to the world behind his hair -- very helpful.

"Okay, well, we'll meet you there as soon as we can. Enjoy your flight, don't become members of the mile high club without us," Izzy replied, pulling Duff up and swinging his backpack over his shoulder.

They walked away, arms brushing with every step, to the sound of Axl screaming at them to bring back his belt, and the disgruntled looks of other early morning airport commuters whom they ignored. Izzy followed the overhead signs back to a check in desk with Duff in tow, hoping that everything would work out and that they could be in Amsterdam with the rest of the guys by nightfall.

No such luck, of course.

"I'm sorry," the lady said with a completely uncaring smile, "but the next flight to Amsterdam, commercial or private, isn't until next tuesday. I can book two tickets for you, Mr. Stradlin, but there's nothing more I can do." 

Izzy sighed, but nodded. He sorted through bills in his wallet, mocking the lady in his head all the while. 'I'm sorry, but your daughter is going to die from a wrench to the eye socket. I can give you a bandaid, but there's nothing more I can do.'

Duff, though, having woken up on the walk over, was looking closer to an anxiety attack than the mild annoyance Izzy was feeling. 

He quickly excused them and grabbed Duff's wrist, pulling him a few feet away for the false illusion of privacy to calm him down.

"Shh, shh, take a deep breath," Izzy whispered, hands gripping Duff's shoulders to force them to look straight in each other's eyes. "Everything will be alright. We'll find your passport, hang out in the city for a while, then go meet up with the guys. Easy, no problems. Relax babe, just try to relax and breathe."

Duff tried to steady his breathing as he clung to Izzy, pulling the man into a hug. He wasn't sure what he would do if Iz wasn't here -- his friend was usually the only one who could stop his incoming anxiety like that.

They stood there for several minutes; Duff regaining a normal breathing pattern, and Izzy slowly rubbing his back. As they pulled away from each other, Duff spotted a hippo in Mardi Gras attire glaring at them in disgust. He smirked rather weakly, still a bit shaken and queasy from his panic but back on the track to his usual self.

"Hey, Iz, it looks like we have an audience, and he's not very pleased."

Izzy grinned back at him, relieved that the Duff he knew was still kicking. Besides, this was their favorite game. 

Every once in a while, the boys were subjected to odd stares and the occasional slur. Usually, it was just for dressing like Dolly Parton while shoplifting, but occasionally, it was because they got pretty close. Sometimes they were drunk, sometimes they were just talking to each other or hugging, sometimes because they were blatantly trying to piss off as many people as possible (sometimes the "people" included Axl).

Izzy moved his hands from Duff's shoulder blades, one wrapping tight around his waist and the other getting a firm grip on his delectable ass. 

Duff snorted and cupped Izzy's face in his large hands, angling him upwards slightly so that they could lean their foreheads together. He bit his lip to stop from giggling, and Izzy brushed his own mouth against him for a split second, getting a quick hint of teeth and coffee-breathe.

Out of the corner of his eye, Izzy saw the man visibly shudder, his beady eyes grimacing. 

A fake blond, middle aged woman Izzy assumed was his wife laid one hand on his polo shirt, as if in an effort to calm him down. It had the opposite effect. The man grunted and skewered his mouth to the side, squinting even more as if a giant rainbow spotlight was being blasted into his eyes.

Izzy smirked, though it was barely noticeable against Duff's mouth. 

Duff murmured something about 'making a scene', but Izzy knew he was referring to their audience and not themselves. Neither of them cared who saw this, though if it was printed in any magazines Axl might try to suplex them out of a window. "Try" being the key word -- the little red terror was too chicken to actually try that with Izzy, and too short to get enough leverage on Duff. 

Somewhere behind him, Izzy heard the woman whine, "Oh, Charles!" like she was getting the worst rimjob of her life. 

"It's disgusting, Carol! I won't stand for it!" 

"Time to get going?" Duff whispered, pulling back an inch.

Izzy gave him one last searing kiss and an extra probing squeeze to the ass then nodded, breaking away. They quickly picked up their suitcases and high tailed it out of the building, leaving dust, stares, and a purple and green, mouth breathing, homophobic fatman in their wake. 

Duff laughed as they came to a stop in the middle of a group of Japanese tourists. They all turned to look at him as he barked, panted, barked, and then wheezed with his hands on his knees.

Izzy was looking at Duff too, a rare - though not as much as some people would think - smile on his lips. He patted his friend on the back and pulled out a cigarette, then offered one to Duff. It would make the wheezing worse, but a smoker cares none about that. 

They lit up from Izzy's lighter as the tour grouped streamed past them, completely nonplussed at the disgruntled - or awed, recognizing - stares they received. Once they had the stretch of sidewalk to themselves, Duff stacked their suitcases one atop the other and sat down while Izzy hailed a cab. His long arms soon garnered them a ride and they hopped into the sedan after tossing their bags into the trunk. 

It was blue, with a peeling leather interior and a hand stenciled logo on either window; the usual black and white checkers ran a wobbly circle around the outside of the car. The driver glared at them from underneath bushy brows as they smoked their cigarettes, and Izzy smiled at him politely, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror, until he finished and put out his cig on the door's plastic. 

Duff's mind was in some far off place and he didn't notice any interactions taking place. Izzy wondered if he was thinking about how to find his passport, or what to do in the city, or about girls -- or, the bleach blonde head rolling onto his shoulder could have been asleep. The snores more or less confirmed it. 

"Where to?" The driver asked after a minute. 

“Marriott on Jackson,” Izzy answered, turning his torso minutely to get more comfortable.

Etta James’ smoky vocals floated out of the speakers, half of the tone quality getting lost in the maze of beads hanging down from the cab ceiling in a curtain between driver and passengers. Izzy sighed and shifted; the leather creaked; Duff snorted and drool ran down his arm. He smiled down at the man asleep on him and brushed some hair back from his sticky mouth, fingers slowly tracing Duff’s jawline. 

Michael Andrew Mckagan was a unique specimen, that was for sure. He was laid back and welcoming, yet had enough energy to rival Popcorn, at times. He was loving and affectionate to his friends, and scathingly rude to those that hurt them. Duff dressed like a stripper from Arkansas that had discovered the Sex Pistols last week, drank more vodka in a month than most people did in a year, baked amazing blackberry streudals, sang Prince in the shower, and made out with his friends when he was lonely. Izzy was pretty sure that he was in love with him.

The engine of the cab coughed, and suddenly the vehicle was rolling to a stop outside the hotel they had left only an hour or so ago. Izzy gently shook Duff awake and went to pay the man while Duff got their bags back out of the trunk. 

“That will be forty dollars,” the man said, staring Izzy down from beneath his fuzzy caterpillar. Interestingly enough, that was the only facial hair he had; perhaps he’d shaved off his mustache and glued it, hair by hair, onto his brow bone. 

“Really? It was half that to get to the airport two hours ago. What’s your game, man? You think you can scam us?”

Izzy didn’t like being scammed. It was damn near impossible to get one up on him - let alone very rare someone even dared to try - so this guy was about to get it if he thought he could. 

“You ruined my interior. Smells like smoke. I need to clean it now. I know you have the money,” the man glared, narrowing his eyes. The caterpillar hunched down too, like it was trying to curl up on itself to avoid getting eaten by a hawk-nosed Stradlin. 

“Is that so?” Izzy snorted, fishing out another cigarette just for the hell of watching the man get angrier. 

“Here, forty dollars. C’mon Iz, let’s go.”

Duff handed the man a fold of two twenties with a sigh, his other hand subtly resting on Izzy’s lower back for a moment before removing itself again. He wanted to fight it - there was no way that guy should be getting away with charging them double price, fuck that! - but Duff was tired and the money was already handed over. Izzy knew that physical signal from Dff, too, the hand on the back: it meant “leave it”. 

With a final huff and a not so subtle bird, Izzy grabbed his carpet bag from where Duff had lain it on the asphalt and followed his tall friend through the hotel’s front entrance, cigarette dangling from his mouth all the while. 

They made their way over to the front desk, explained the situation, and then they were back inside the mirrored elevator armed with the suite’s key card, going up like they had never left in the first place. 

“Hmm, wonder what it would be like to make love in this elevator?” Duff mused, staring upwards at his reflection in the ceiling. 

Issy followed the bold line of his profile, from Adam's apple to nose to messy hair, before he finally glanced at the ceiling, too. 

“Interesting, certainly. I’ve done it in front of a mirror, but not in a whole box of them.”

“Yeah. Hey, we should come back here and incorporate this into our next video!” Duff exclaimed, grinning at him. 

“Izzy snorted. “What, you wanna come back here a third time? This place got like a magical draw or some shit?”

They both cracked up.

[tuffduff]

Lovebirds (Duff McKagan x Reader)

Paring: Duff x Reader

Words: 1438

Request: @grungegirlfungirl​ “ Hey would you mind writing a duff imagine? Where the reader and him are like super close friends and everyone thinks they are dating. Then one time they go out drinking or something, the reader and someone are flirting and cue jealous duff? Thanks baybee🖤 (Duff is honestly the love of my life and deserves more attention)”

A/N: I love this request so much omgomg thank you for requesting beautiful! I hope y’all like!

It felt like a lifetime ago that you and Duff met after everything the two of you had gone through. You were the first person he met when he moved to LA and was looking for a place to sleep. You needed to make rent and you were trying to find a roommate pronto, so you couldn’t exactly be picky. Despite your initial misgivings about his stupid blue hair (at the time) and the clothes he chose to wear, he managed to gain your trust and win you over. You were a comical looking pair—Duff made everyone look small next to him.

When he joined Guns N’ Roses, all of his band mates just assumed you two were together. He talked about you all the time, you were always around, you fed them, you were hot—why wouldn’t he be with you?

“We’re just best friends,” he had to explain finally one day when Steven was scolding him for not getting you something more special than a couple of records for Valentine’s Day

“Why?” The four of them demanded simultaneously.

“Because he’s a fucking idiot.” Axl replied when Duff didn’t. “But okay, whatever you say; you wouldn’t even be giving her records if you didn’t like her...”

“Oh, c’mon—of course I would.” Duff argued back dismissively.

“Okay, then where’s our Valentines presents, Duff?” He had hesitated.

“Well, I like her more than you guys.”

Duff brushed them off because of course he did; his band mates were the fucking idiots, what did they know? But more and more people would ask him about the two of you. The owner of The Rainbow often took care of your meals, claiming you both reminded him of him and his own wife. Sometimes it was pure strangers. It was too often a time that the two of you would be out on a late-night run to get snacks at the grocery store, and a random person would stop and tell the both of you with a knowing smile that you were “just adorable together.”

The thought became more serious to him when his mother mentioned you on one of her phone calls. “How is Y/N doing? I really like her, you know. I’d love to meet her one day.”

“She’s doing good, she’s always working. But yeah, I’m sure she would love that too. She really wants to visit Seattle.”

“I think you should consider bringing her. Just the two of you. Maybe consider telling her how you feel.” The statement had confused him at the time.

How did he feel?

He cared about you, obviously. When you lived with someone, they were supposed to drive you crazy, but you never did. In fact, sometimes he’d spend so much time with other people he would need to come back and be with only you. It all got to be too much sometimes, but you were never too much. Did they mean he loved you? Duff never really gave it any thought. Gun to his head, he would probably say yes, but he had gotten to the point where he loved his band mates too. He loved his friends from home. Why was it any different if he loved you? He made peace with those feelings.

But he couldn’t make peace with how hard it was suddenly to stop staring at you when you would dress up every so often, to go out with friends, to go see a show. He couldn’t ignore the pride that washed over him when you ran up and hugged him after gigs, all eyes following. Even worse, he didn’t understand why his heart fluttered whenever you came straggling into your shared kitchen in the morning, bare-faced and yawning and looking so cuddly he thought he would die if he didn’t have you in his arms.

Fuck.

But still, you always denied being together too, it wasn’t just him. You probably didn’t fantasize about him the way he did with you, so he kept his mouth shut. But that always proved to be a harder task when alcohol was involved.

“Dude, why are you just staring—go tell him to get lost!” Duff could feel his fist clenched as he watched you across the bar being chatted up by a considerably attractive guy. It didn’t make him feel self-conscious—he was pretty happy with himself, but what drove him mad was the way you laughed. The way you smiled. The sparkle in your eyes. Why weren’t you telling him to fuck off? “Dude, listen,” Slash continued his pep talk, so drunk he was nearly slipping off the stool. He spoke with grave sincerity. “Listen to me, Duff. I know you really like Y/N. She’s a cool fucking chick—the coolest. Even though you say you don’t, you do. I know it, I can see that look. So. Stop fucking around, man. Or someone else is gonna snatch her up like that asshole and you’ll spend the rest of your life wondering what could’ve been.”

Maybe Duff had had too much to drink too, maybe his emotions were too high, maybe something in his brain clicked and he decided he just didn’t like seeing you laugh like that because of someone else, but he stood up from his spot and approached your side. His height gave him an obvious advantage that he used to tower over the guy.

“Y/N, do you wanna head back to our place now?” He interrupted the mystery asshole confidently. Though he spoke to you, he kept his eyes on him.

“Uh...Duff, we barely got here.”

“Yeah, but I figure we can do something better with our time.” You gave him a quizzical look while the guy looked between the two of you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you two were together.” He apologized quickly, already backing away.

“Oh, we—”

“It’s okay.” It was you Duff interrupted this time, and you narrowed your eyes at him while the guy scurried away.

“What was that?” You asked, your voice calm but on the verge of growing angry. That was one of his favorite things about you, you were always ready to go off like a firecracker. Fuck, what didn’t he like about you?

“What was what?” Duff tried to play off casually.

“You know what. You lied to him and scared him off.”

“So what?”

“So what? He was nice.”

“Nice.” Duff chuckled a little. “Nice. Is that what you want, a nice guy?”

“What’s wrong with you? You’re acting like a real dick.” You replied, never afraid to keep him in check. “So what, you get jealous that some guy is paying attention to me, but it’s cool if you have all these strippers and groupies hanging off you all the time?”

“Did you call me jealous? I’m not jealous!” Duff argued back quickly. “Plus, since when have I ever paid any of those girls any mind, you sound like the jealous one, not me!”

“Hey lovebirds! Take it outside!” The bartender barked at the two of you.

“Fuck off!” You both yelled back simultaneously.

“Look, excuse me for thinking you deserve better than some sorry asshole who will never have any idea how amazing you really are.” Fuck, he was losing it now; he really did sound jealous.

“Oh, what, like you?” You snapped back. There was a pause as the both of you stopped, still glaring at each other, chest rising and falling quickly from the heat of the argument. In that moment, looking like you were ready to fight the world, he had never been more in love with anyone in his life. Without thinking, only feeling, he laced his fingers into your hair and pressed his lips hard against yours. The feeling was everything he had always imagined, but he still wasn’t expecting the rush of butterflies when he felt you actually kissing back. The two of you only broke apart when the sound of Slash and Steven drunkenly cheering hit your ears.

“Oh, shut up.” You complained playfully, smiling towards them and trying in vain to get rid of the blush from your cheeks.

“Kiss her again!” Steven cheered, always a campaigner for love. Slash finally slipped off his stool next to him. The bartender leaned across the bar towards you and Duff again, this time wearing a smug smirk.

“Hey, lovebirds, can you get your friends outta here?” You smiled up towards Duff.

“So, what was it you said earlier? About doing something better with our time?” He smiled back, before he nodded his head towards his friends.

“First, those idiots. Then, it’s just you and me.”

[julessworldd]

Manager Duff x McGhee!reader

Little manger Older!Duff Mckagan X Fem!Reader

I love older Duff but there's not many stories about him.. I've been reading a few older guns fics lately. Summary: Reader is Doc McGhee's niece, following in her Uncle's footsteps. Happens to manage Guns N Roses, opening act, Blue Kennedy's.  A certain bass player’s attention gets caught by Doc's niece. Warnings: Mention of drugs, alcohol, start of smut, horrible flirting and Duff sorta being a prev. Should be it, sorry if I missed any

Today was the first day of tour for The Blue Kennedy's, the second band I've managed. Managing bands can be fun but also stressful, I've not had a band be like Motley Crue. My uncle said I would want to retire and take a vacation forever. So far, I'm not on a beach, naked and drinking my worries away. I was very excited for this tour because it was Guns N Roses reunion tour. Growing in music, I got to hear all the classic bands from the 80's even 70's. Guns N' Roses were my all time favorite after The Runaways, thank god for Uncle Doc. I was at the venue waiting for my band to show up for soundcheck. 

I walked towards the stage hoping they would be on stage talking and waiting for me. "No, Angela I said not bring this jacket. It's new and I don't want to be in dry cleaning already!" Axl rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Are you my other assistant, I'm suppose to have a new one here today?" He asked me. I pointed at my chest, "I'm your opening act's manger, not your assistant and thank god I'm not" I sassed. Holy shit, I sassed Axl Rose. "I'm sorry huh?" He trailed off. "Y/n McGhee, I know who you are" I smiled reassuring him he was okay. "McGhee? Do you happen to have a dad or uncle named Doc?" Axl said walking to me. "Uncle and yes that's him" I smirked. "Cool, I remember him from touring with Motley in 87ish" Axl smiled. "Have you seen my band? They're suppose to be at soundcheck and I've not heard them or seen them" I asked.  "What band? Ax said something about two bands this tour" I turned to see Duff McKagan behind me.  "Huh, Blue Kennedy's, punk band from Seattle and Pasadena" I blushed.  "Oh, if it's the one with the chick singer, they look scared and confused." Duff smiled. "Yeah, that's Sasha. Uh thanks" I trailed off and decided to walk away before my soul left my body.

"Y/n, you made it! We thought you bailed on us", Rocky, the bassit ran up to me. "No, rock just ran into a couple Guns members.We got to talking. Now you guys come here." I smiled. The band stood in front of me, "Now this is your first real tour, first show that the world sees The Blue Kennedy's, You are gonna be amazing and people will love you much as I do. Okay so kick some ass, you gotta have an audience now" I said glancing up and seeing Axl, Slash, Duff sitting in the stands. They all looked at the older men and flipped. "Hey, it's okay ignore them" I smiled and the band grabbed their stuff and Rocky asked what was gonna be played.  Sasha suggested a cover to get warmed up, I sat on a cart down from the stage, a proud mother hen moment. This band had potential and amazing chemistry and I knew they were gonna be a success one day.  Sasha danced and jumped around, striking the style of Joan Jett back in the day. 

"Okay guys, forget what Thomas told you about going out there. This is for you guys not the label so fuck that. Go put on a killer show like you would at the Whiskey or another club on the strip" I smiled before they went on stage.  'My babies' I smiled as I watched Rocky standing at Allie's drumset rocking away.  "I never caught your name, Sweetheart?" A deep familiar voice said behind me. "Prolly cause. Oh hi, Duff'' I blushed having my childhood and still celebrity crush. "Come what's your name?" Duff smiled. "Y/n McGhee'' I gulped. "Pretty name, you okay?" Duff asked. "I'm fine, aren't you married?" I asked but instantly regretted it. "Not anymore, we got divorced after my oldest daughter's graduation." Duff said, meeting my eyes with his.  "Duff, we have twenty until we're on and are you gonna wear that gross t-shirt?" Slash said walking to us.  "Nice talking to you, Y/n, but I gotta change'' Duff rubbed my shoulder as he passed the guitarist. "Your band is pretty good, by the way" Slash grabbed one of his Les Pauls, pretty sure one was for the Use your Illusion tour. "Thanks" I grinned as my band came running backstage. "Y/n, it was amazing, '' Rocky said, picking me up. "Okay okay, put me down" I laughed. The band wanted to go to a bar but I told them to go rest. Needed to know what was going on after the show, if it was a hotel or road. Guns finished their set and Axl wanted to go to a bar and invited the band. 

Sitting at the bar as the band sat in a booth, drinking, reminiscing about the show, I was in my dark thoughts.  Mostly over thinking and missing my shitty ex, making the tequila bottle sit in front of me. "Tequila, huh? You good?" Duff asked sitting down at the stool next to me. "I like tequila and just over thinking is all. I'm okay" I said taking  a shot. "Didn't even cringe, rare I see a girl who can take liquor that good without a chaser or cringing" Duff smirked.  "Nice pickup line" I rolled my eyes. "What is an ex alcoholic doing in a bar anyways?" I asked. "Tour life" Duff said playing with a napkin. "Axl drag you? Cause my band did, I didn't even get to process what Sasha said when Alex threw me over his shoulder" I smirked. He looked really sexy right now.  "Alex, what's he play?" Duff asked leaning towards me. "Lead Guitar, pain my ass mostly" I laughed. Duff smiled looking at me.  "Hey do you need a cab?" The bartender asked. "She's with me and I'm sober. She'll be okay" Duff spoke for me. Two bands decided enough was enough and headed to the bus. Duff and I trailed behind, "Seattle band?" Duff asked. "Singer and bassist are from there and the others are from Pasadena. Sasha dropped out of college and moved to LA, Rocky, his Dad's job had him move here" I rubbed my arms as a breeze came around.  "Here" Duff said laying his jean jacket over my shoulders as we hit the parking lot with the buses. The 17 year old in me was jumping around almost dying right now, "I'm good, Duff" I slided it off and handed it back to him as we got to mine and the band's bus. "Hard to get huh" Duff smiled. "Just the Doc McGhee way, night Duff" I smirked and got on the bus.  "Day one and Duff McKagan is trying to fuck you. This is gonna be a good ass tour" Sasha smirked. "Sash, he is not gonna fuck me" I laughed walking to get ready for bed. The next week we were in Denver and had a day off.  The hotel was nice had a indoor/outdoor pool, game room, a gym. I decided to hit the gym for a few, the tour was busy and left me with no time to workout.  "Hey Y/n, where are you going?" Alex asked me. "Gym, Al," I said as I passed him for the elevator. Gym was huge and no one in sight was perfect. 

"I can spot you if you want?" Duff asked

"I'm good thanks, only lift when I'm doing squats and already done those" I smirked while taking a drink of water.  "What else are you doing?" Duff asked. "Probably treadmill" I walked towards the treadmill getting my phone ready for music.  Duff huffed and went and grabbed some dumbbells. After a while, Duff threw his shirt off. I almost tripped on the mill looking at him. Fifty six never looked so good.  I decided that my muscles had enough toture and deserved a hot shower before the show. 

"Damn, girl will be the death of me" Duff said as I walked out of the gym

Now we're in Dallas or Huston, can't really remember my hangover and coming down from coke. Lately the tour has been one big blur, couldn't tell you what day it was.  "Y/n, you in here?" I heard Duff asked through the door. "Yeah give me a sec" I yelled. I opened the door for Duff. "Hey" "Hi" I smirked. My phone rang making me jump.. "Y/n, its Rocky, he's hurt" 

"What happened? Where are you guys?" "ER, downtown" 

"Shit, Duff I gotta go. Rocky got hurt and is in the ER. I'm sorry" I noticed the flowers and food. "Its okay, maybe next time. Do you need a ride?" Duff brushed it off. "Uh no, I can have Allen take me. Thanks. I'll make it up to you" I smiled rubbing his arm. Rocky busted his hand and couldn't play for a month. Tour is still 5 months, I need to find a bassit quickly. I knocked on Duff's door, Duff smiled down. "Hey, how's Rocky?" "Busted his hand and can’t play for a month. I need a damn bassit before tonight's show, guess the band could do cover songs until we get someone-" I trailed off. "Y/n, it's okay. You have someone" Duff said. "Duff, no you have your own show. A two hour set, your hand will be dead" I said looking up at him.  "Just offering for tonight, love" "I know and I appreciate it. I can call management and see if there's any local bands or send someone. Ashton, I can call him." I pulled out my phone.  

I climbed on top of Duff as he pulled me down for a kiss, his hands ran down my sides. Shouldn't be doing this, it's wrong. I've always broken rules anyway, and this is amazing.  Suddenly Duff pulled away and pushed me to the side. "All of the tour, you've been drooling over me and now you push me away like I'm some groupie and your wife is here. What the fuck is your problem?" I sighed. "You're a fetus is what" Duff yelled. "I'm 27 and gonna be 28 in August.  You're not the only old rockstar who has been with a younger girl. Duff, it's okay" I looked up at him. "I'm old enough to be your father, Y/n'' Duff sighed pushing me on the bed. "I don't know my dad, he bailed before my mom gave birth.  Doc is my father figure" I said. He's been chasing me like he's 24 again so I was just giving in.  

Duff sat at the table and looked out the window. He was quiet.  "Duff, I like you, I have since I was 17 and found appetite in my brother's room. Sure, I was a toddler when you were married the second time. It will be looked down upon, but screw that Duff. I want to spend my days off with you in bed, be in the studio with you, so what if people judge us. I can respect you and leave you alone forever and move on. Much as I would hate it but you have a bigger spotlight, kids, image to protect. But chose me, try it out for a bit more. I'm not a bitch like Rocky and Alex put me out to be." I said standing in front of him.  He just looked at me, "Sorry I said anything. I'll go now" I said turning around but landed in Duff's lap.  "Okay, I chose you, Y/n '' Duff said, laying his hands on my waist. "Good choice, a crazy one but a good one" I smiled kissing him.  “Not the first time, I’ve done something crazy” Duff rubbed his hand on my thigh. 

The band done great even without Rocky, not seeing a bass player hop around was odd. Rocky managed to get on my nerves, a pair of big hands wrapped around my waist pulling me towards them. I looked to see Duff, “Hi” I said where he could hear me. Rocky was smirking at us, “Uh Rocky” I looked at him as Duff almost had me pressed agaisnt his chest. “What?”, Rocky asked like a child. “Go away, now” I said rolling my eyes. Rocky gave in and huffed away, “Sorry about him” I giggled as Duff pulled into his chest.  “They really love you huh?” Duff chuckled. “Yeah I guess”  “You don’t love them?” Duff asked. “I do, but its like hurding drunk kittens, who have seperation anxitey” I smirked making Duff laugh.  “Duff” Axl yelled making us pull apart and Duff sat me on the equipment box.  “Hey handsome” I said making Duff turn around. “Good luck” I kissed his cheek as he grabbed one of his basses.  Sasha walked up to me as Guns n Roses walked towards the stage, “Hi” “Hi, Sash. What’s up?” I smiled watching Duff and his long legs walk away. “Honey, your motor is leaking on my boots” Sasha smirked. “Get bent” I rolled my eyes as Meegan walked by with her camera.  “Have you fucked yet?” Sasha asked. 

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“Watch the lamp, Duff” I laughed as he threw me on the bed and impact made the bed side lamp move a little.

“I can pay for it, I did in 88″ Duff pulled me to the edge of bed as he threw his tank top on the floor. He looked up at me for an ‘Okay”, “Go on then” I smiled at him before he spreaded my legs open far as they would go. “Mhm come on, Duff do something” I whined as he looked down there. He looked at me and went back to my exposed heat, “Damn, you’re fucking beauitful” I blushed at him. 

There was a knock at the door, Duff got up and answered it

“Who was it?” I asked sitting up

“Noise complaint” Duff smirked. “Opps” I looked at him doe- eyed. “Not the first time, baby” Duff smirked and flopped next to me.

__________

I smirked biting my lip

“Said you two would end up fucking. I’m happy for you, I was getting worried about you. After Scott, you’ve not-” “Okay thank you for being happy” I cut her off. “Sorry, Y/n” Sasha said looking sad, “Hey, what’s wrong?” Duff asked. “Oh nothing” I smiled. Duff stared at me trying to find an emotion visble, “Just making sure, I don’t have to kick some young buck’s ass for making you upset” Duff said making Sasha and I laugh.  “Young bucks? Sasha write that one down” I smiled. Duff had to run back on stage with Slash.  “You love him don’t you know?” Meegan came back for water.  “Is that fuzzy feeling in my chest”, I asked. Meegan smiled and nodded, “Yeah and usually don’t go away. Slash has had a headache since Duff won’t shut up about you” Meegan laughed. “Tell Slash im sorry” I leaned on Sasha’s shoulder. 

I looked out to see Duff and Slash back to back playing ‘My Michelle’ 

I really do love that ‘Old Buck’ damn he got me good.

[rockthingsbymeg]

For Michael Mckagan Monday could you write something when the reader and him are like about 15 years apart and he meets her parents for the first time and they’re both nervous and her dad kinda disapproves? Thank you💕

There you go! Hope you like it!

I feel like it’s not the best, but I had never written something like this so I hope it’s okay at least

Contains: age gap

Y/N fidgeted with the silver necklace around her neck that Duff had given her a month ago as a first-anniversary gift. She could hardly believe that a whole year had gone by with Duff by her side, spoiling and loving her in a way no one else ever did.

He made her feel special, treasured, safe, and loved every second they spent together and she could only hope that he felt the same, because all she wanted was to see him happy. And that’s why she was doing this.She had never wanted him to meet her parents. They were wonderful people and she loved them very much, but they were always very strict regarding the people they approved to date her daughter. And a forty-year-old rockstar definitely was not someone they liked, much less when their daughter was fifteen years younger.

But Duff had insisted, gently but persistently, to let him meet them. He no longer lived the crazy, stereotypical rockstar life. He had quit drinking. He had gone to school. He had two daughters. He wanted a calmer life, a restart from his previous one, and Y/N was starting hers, so why couldn’t they do it together?

By her side in the car, Duff sensed her hesitation. It really wasn’t hard too though, considering who nervous she’d been as this dinner got closer and closer.

“Hey, look at me.” Duff called in the softest tone of voice he could muster.

“It’s going to be alright okay? It’s just a dinner, we’re just going to talk.” He smiled, looking away from the road for a bit.Y/N smiled back at him, though his smile did not quite reach her eyes. She was trying to be positive, she truly was because she wanted nothing more than having her parents accept this relationship, but the rational part of her brain reminded her that it wouldn’t happen. She just hoped it wouldn’t go too bad…

After a few minutes of silence, Duff was finally parking the car in the restaurant’s parking lot. Before she reached for the door handle, Duff held her hands in his larger ones. She had always loved how their hands looked together.

“We’re going to go inside, I’m going to be on my best behavior and everything will be fine okay?” He spoke softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead followed by one on her lips.

Y/N nodded, wondering if Duff truly believed in that.

They got out of the car and made their way into the restaurant with the blonde holding her hand.

He was trying his best not to show the nerves that began to make him sweat, but he doubted that she wasn’t able to feel it against her hand.They spotted their parents in a table close to the window, facing the golden sand of the beach. At least the view was pretty enough if everything else went down the drain… As they sat down, Y/N immediately recognized her mother’s fake smile. In her father’s case, he didn’t hesitate to show his displeasure with the situation.

“Hey mom, dad.” She smiled, sitting down in front of the woman as Duff held her chair for her.

“Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N I’m Duff.” The blonde greeted, the smile that Y/N loved so much pestered on his lips. Her heart warmed up at that. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

Her mother smiled, eyeing him up and down. He was far more cleaned up than usual and at least that wouldn’t make a worse impression on them. “Nice to meet you too Duff.”

The table went silent for a few seconds after that, the awkwardness suffocating. Y/N cleared her throat before speaking. “So mom, how have you been?”

“Good sweety. Life’s calm on our block you know that. Though a new family moved in and their son makes quite some noise during the evening.” She quickly engaged in conversation. There were times when her mother’s talkative nature annoyed her, but now Y/N couldn’t be happier about it. “He plays the drums a lot and I’m not an expert in music, but that doesn’t sound good at all…”

Her father had called a waiter and ordered some wine while his wife spoke. When the man went to serve Duff, he politely declined. Her father rose an eyebrow at that.

“You don’t drink?” He asked, allowing Duff to hear his voice for the first time. It was low and cold and it sent a small shiver through his spine.

“No thank you.” Duff smiled politely. “I’ll have some Cola.” He told the waiter who promptly nodded and looked at Y/N and her mother.

“I’ll drink with my husband.” Her mother smiled kindly.

“I’ll have water, thank you.”

After the waiter had served her mother and left again, Y/N’s father spoke for the second time. “How come you don’t drink? A glass doesn’t kill.” In her father’s mind, men should always drink alcohol during meals. Or any time of day really.

“Dad-” Y/N began, afraid that mentioning his past drinking problem would feel invasive. Duff, however, cut her off with a smile.

“It’s okay baby.” He looked at her father. “I’ve had some drinking problems in the past. I don’t drink alcohol anymore.” Duff explained calmly, briefly thanking the waiter as he returned with the remaining drinks.

“Drinking problems?” Her father asked, a frown settling on his face.

“I’ve treated myself. It’s over now, a thing of the past.” The blonde dismissed lightly, knowing that this would definitely not be a good topic of conversation.

Her father fell silent after that and her mother knew better than push on the subject. Despite not really liking the fact that her daughter was dating an older man, she still wanted this dinner to go by calmly.

“So Duff, how did you meet my little baby?” Her mother teased, taking a sip of her glass.

Y/N sighed in relief as her father’s attention went to the waves outside.

“Y/N was working as a waitress in a cafe I used to go when I was recording my first album with Velvet Revolver.” Duff smiled at the memory as he looked over at Y/N. “She’d listen to muttered complaints I had about my bandmates and eventually started giving me some advice. He clicked right away.”

From then on, conversation with her mother went smoothly and they managed to go all the way to desert without any kind of problem.

That peace, however, ended when her father spoke again, making the stereotypical protective-father question. “So, what are your intentions with my daughter?” He spoke, stone-cold as one could be.

Duff fought the urge to roll his eyes at the question. He was a father himself and knew the need of protecting his kids, but Y/N wasn’t a baby anymore, she could choose the life she wanted for herself without needing her father’s approval. Nonetheless, he smiled and answered politely. “I intend on respecting and loving her. Your daughter means the world to me and I would never want to hurt her in any way.”

“Will you be able to give her what she needs? She will want a family someday, and we know you’re not getting any younger…” He said, coming up with the stupidest arguments, in Y/N’s opinion, to complain about their relationship with.

“Duff has two daughters already and that’s the only family I need for now.” Y/N answered firmly, locking her gaze with her father’s. “If in the future I feel like I need more, then Duff will be by my side in every step, no matter in which direction.”

“You really see this going anywhere?” He asked, incredulous and sarcastic at the same time. “Y/N he’s ten years younger than me. He’s fifteen years older than you. He definitely has some issues to deal with if he’s going around falling in love with girls your age…”

“Y/F/N!” Her mother scolded.

Y/N set her fork down and looked angrily at her father. “I know you don’t like it, but you have no right to say those things! I can decide for myself what I want and who I want!” She said, pushing her chair back. She reached for her purse and left some money on the table. “Mom, we’ll speak tomorrow okay? Love you.” She smiled, fixing her dress as she got up and started making her way to the car.

“It was lovely to meet you Mrs. Y/L/N.” Duff smiled gently before leaving the table as well, following his girlfriend.

Y/N had run to the car as soon as she had crossed the restaurant’s doors. Duff found her with her eyes set on the golden sand, silent tears falling down her cheeks.

“Baby…” He cooed, pulling her against his chest. “It’s going to be alright… At least your mother didn’t hate me.” He smiled, gently kissing her forehead. Y/N sobbed into his embrace, not saying anything. “Come on.” Duff said, holding her hand and leading her to the beach.

They got their shoes off before stepping in the sand, making their way down to the water. The whole time they were silent. Duff knew Y/N needed silence in moments like these, so he did his best to comfort her.He loved her and she loved him and they would be alright. That’s all that mattered.

[the--blackdahlia]

It’s So Easy (And Other Lies) Chapter 25

Title: It’s So Easy (And Other Lies) Chapter 25

Summary: Stevie Adler likes Duff McKagan. She has for a while now, but she is convinced Duff doesn’t like her that way. Duff likes Stevie, but so does their new bandmate Axl Rose.

Chapter Warnings: Language mainly, also I am not a doctor, so everything I got is from Google.

AN: Thank you all for the feedback!!

The boys slowly started to leave the next day. Duff could  tell that they didn’t want to leave, but he insisted they all get a little break before going back to the tour. Slash was the last one to leave, per Stevie’s request. She waited until everyone was gone before her and Duff sat down with him.

“So, we wanted to talk to you when everyone was gone,” Stevie told him. “We wanted to ask you to be Hope’s godfather.”

“Me?” Slash asked. “Are you sure you don’t want Izzy or Mick or someone?”

“You’re our family,” Duff told him. “Our closest family that isn’t blood, you know? So, we wanted to ask you.” Slash wiped at his eyes.

“I, yes. I would love to be her godfather,” He had a big smile on his face.

“Do you want to hold her?” Duff asked. Slash just nodded. Stevie gently placed her daughter in Slash’s arms. She looked up at him with her big, blue eyes.

“Hey there sweetie,” Slash told her. “I’m going to spoil the everloving crap out of you.”

“I think a lot of people are doing that,” Duff laughed. Slash noticed Stevie hadn’t talked much and looked up at her.

“Are you okay?” He asked her. Duff looked over, worry evident on his face.

“I’m great,” She told them. “I’m perfectly fine.” The two shared a look. They had lived with her long enough to know when something wasn’t right, but they didn’t want to push it too much.

Instead, they just turned their attention to Hope.

****

It was days after everyone left and Stevie was starting to feel a little overwhelmed. She had done good the first couple days of being able to catch what Hope was upset about, but now she wasn’t sure if it was a dirty diaper, hungry, tired, Princess Peach looking at her weird, or all of the above.

“Just breathe,” Marie told her when she came over to visit. Duff was with Hope, and the two women were in the kitchen.

“I’m failing as a mom,” Stevie told her, holding her head in her hands. “How am I supposed to do this for the next how many years? How am I supposed to be a good mom?”

“No one is born a good mom, and even those bitches that say they are, they had help,” Marie told her, rubbing her back. “It’s okay for her to cry. It gives you a minute to take a breath and figure out what is going on. And take advantage of your husband wanting to help you.”

“But what do I do when he’s on tour?” Stevie asked. “How am I supposed to know what she wants, when she wants it?”

“You have me,” Marie told her. “And you have all of Duff’s siblings that are still around Seattle. I’m sure that your mom would come up here if you need her to. And you have a large family that will help whenever you need it.”

“But half of them will be out on tour with Duff,” she told her. “And I can’t keep asking Tommy, Nikki, Mick, and Vince to drop everything and come to Seattle every time I feel a little overwhelmed.” Marie wrapped her arms around her daughter-in-law.

“Just breathe,” She told her again. “In through your nose, out through your mouth. Let your muscles relax.” She knew exactly how Stevie was feeling. The tears were all too familiar.

“What am I supposed to do?” Stevie asked.

“Go take a nap,” Marie told her. “Then when you wake up, take a hot bath. Duff and I can take care of Hope. You need to take care of yourself.”

“But…”

“No buts. Go.” She put her hands on her hips and Stevie sighed and headed up to her and Duff’s room. A few minutes later, Duff came from Hope’s nursery.

“Dirty diaper done, baby happy,” Duff laughed. “Where’s Stevie?”

“Honey, I need you to watch her,” Marie told him. “I’m afraid the baby blues are going to turn into something worse.”

“What do you mean? What’s going on?” Duff asked.

“Postpartum depression is a very common thing that women go through,” Marie explained. “And if it’s left untreated, it can get really bad. And I’d hate for you to go out on tour and come back to no wife.” She saw Duff pale.

“I, oh god. Mom, what do I do?”

“You’re already doing really good, being a good dad to Hope,” Marie told him. “Stevie’s going to take a nap right now. Maybe run to the store and get her the things for a spa? Or I can go.” Duff ran a hand down his face. He had read about this in those books they had gotten, but he hadn’t thought any about it. Stevie was always so happy.

Marie seemed to sense what was going through her son's head.

“I’ll be right back,” Marie told him. “Just let her sleep. When Hope goes for her first doctor’s appointment, maybe suggest that Stevie talks to hers too about some meds to help balance her out.”

“What do I say? Hey babe, Hope has her doctor’s appointment and you should make one too because your mood is a drag?”

“Well, maybe not that harsh,” Marie shook her head. “I’ll be back.” She left to head to the store. Duff sighed and headed up to his and Stevie’s room. He heard soft crying, and he knew that it wasn’t Hope’s. Vince was right, she had a set of lungs on her, and these were muted cries. Duff carefully pushed the door open and headed inside.

“Stevie?” Duff asked gently.

“S-sorry,” She whispered. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with you,” Duff crawled into bed by her and pulled her to him. “Why do you think there’s something wrong with you?”

“Because I keep crying all the time, and I don’t even want to hold Hope right now. And I am just failing as a mother…” She started to cry again. Duff rubbed her back gently.

“You’re not failing,” Duff told her. “Neither of us have ever been through this before. We’re not supposed to know what we’re doing. It’ll take some time.”

“But I don’t even know what she needs when she’s crying!” Stevie told him.

“It’s okay. We won’t always know what she needs when she’s crying. We won’t always be able to give her everything. But we’re trying, and that’s all that matters.”

“That’s not really making me feel any better,” Stevie admitted. Duff kissed the top of her head.

“I read something about this,” Duff told her. “There’s a thing called the baby blues, and it can last up to a week or so after having a baby. But sometimes that can become postpartum depression.”

“Depression?” Stevie asked. “But...really?”

“Yeah. And it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Duff told her. “We’ll just set you up a doctors appointment to get you something to help, if that proves to be the case. I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“I’m sorry,” She whispered. Duff pulled her closer to his chest. “Your mom said that it won’t hurt Hope to cry.”

“It won’t,” Duff told her. “Sometimes, it could just be her releasing some stress. You know how like we’d be on tour and you’d get so pissed off at Axl you’d just scream?” Stevie laughed a little. “Ah, there we go.”

“You still love me, right?” Stevie asked after a couple moments.

“More than anything in this world,” Duff told her. “You’ve always been my girl, even when you weren’t.” Stevie started to laugh. “What?”

“I know you were trying to be romantic, but that honestly sounded a little scary,” Stevie teased. Duff smiled.

“Just get some sleep,” He told her. “I’ll listen for Hope.”

“Okay,” Stevie yawned and let her eyes close. Duff stayed alert, getting up to check on Hope the couple times she cried. Marie had come back with things to help cheer Stevie up and saw Duff warming Hope’s bottle.

“I talked to Stevie,” He told his mom. “I just told her what I had read and what you told me. She agreed to talk to the doctor.”

“That’s good,” She handed Duff the bag of things she had picked up for Stevie. “I’m so glad you two found each other.”

“You have no idea how glad I am,” Duff smiled at his mom. “I’m gonna go give Hope her bottle. I told Stevie to just rest.”

“You’re a good man. I raised you right,” Marie hugged her son before he took the bottle to feed Hope. Princess Peach sat at her feet. She scratched his ears. “You’ve got some good parents sir.”

****

Hope’s first doctor’s appointment came up a day or so later. The uncles all made Duff and Stevie promise to tell them how it went, since they weren’t there for it. Stevie just laughed a little.

“Oh my god, they’re worse than a grandparent,” Stevie told Duff. “You’d think they were the ones who were in labor with her for hours.”

“They’re just protective. Just like they were with you,” Duff told her. “I feel confident in knowing that Hope is safe as long as her uncles are watching out for her.”

Hope’s pediatrician looked her over with a smile. She was growing just right, eating just right. All and all, she was the perfect little baby.

That afternoon, Stevie had a doctor’s appointment. Duff stayed home with Hope, despite wanting to be there for his wife. While she was at the doctor, he took the role of calling all of Hope’s uncles to tell them how her appointment had gone.

He had just gotten off the phone with Tommy and Nikki when Stevie came home with a couple bags of groceries and a pharmacy bag. Duff checked on Hope before meeting Stevie in the kitchen as she put the groceries away.

“How’d it go?” Duff asked, taking some of the dry goods to put in the pantry for her.

“Dr. Bradford went ahead and put me on an antidepressant, to hopefully combat whatever is going on,” Stevie explained. “She wants me to just keep an eye on myself, and if I feel worse, to let her know.” Duff wrapped his arms around Stevie and kissed her temple.

“Well, everyone was super excited for Hope’s update,” Duff told her. “I can’t believe she’s already a week old.” Stevie smiled at him and kissed his cheek before she got to work making dinner.

****

Over the course of the next few weeks, Hope was starting to grow like a weed. Stevie was normally the one that would be up with her early in the morning, but Duff tried to help as much as he could. Stevie had already been up with Hope for hours trying to sooth her. She gave her her bottle, changed her diaper, and had finally gotten her calm before she went to sleep.

That lasted about twenty minutes.

“I’ll get her,” Duff told Stevie when she started to get up. “I’m up anyway.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Just rest honey,” He kissed her cheek before going to Hope’s nursery. He picked her up and cradled her in his arms. “Okay princess, what’s wrong?” The large tears were falling down her face. Duff decided to try something. He wasn’t sure if it would work or not. So he turned down the lullaby music that was playing and he started to sing.

Talk to me softly, there's something in your eyes

Don't hang your head in sorrow and please don't cry

I know how you feel inside, I've, I've been there before

Something is changing inside you and don't you know?

Don't you cry tonight, I still love you, baby

And don't you cry tonight

Don't you cry tonight, there's a heaven above you, baby

And don't you cry tonight

Hope calmed some at the sound of Duff’s voice. He smiled and settled in the rocking chair, holding her close as he rocked and sang. Duff had no idea that she would even like his singing, and this specific song just seemed to fit the mood.

Give me a whisper and give me a sigh

Give me a kiss before you tell me goodbye

Don't you take it so hard now and please don't take it so bad

I'll still be thinking of you and the times we had, baby

Don't you cry tonight, I still love you, baby

And don't you cry tonight

Don't you cry tonight, there's a heaven above you, baby

And don't you cry tonight

Stevie hadn’t been able to go back to sleep. So she made her way to the nursery where she heard Duff singing. With a smile, she stood in the doorway, listening. She loved when Duff would sing, and he had been doing it more and more, but still didn’t feel confident to do a whole song for an album yet.

And please remember that I never lied, oh

And please remember how I felt inside now, honey

You got to make it your own way but you'll be alright now, sugar

You'll feel better tomorrow, come the morning light now, baby

And don't you cry tonight

Don't you cry tonight

Don't you cry tonight, there's a heaven above you, baby

And don't you cry

Don't you ever cry

Don't you cry tonight, baby, maybe someday

Don't you cry, don't you ever cry

Don't you cry tonight

Duff looked down to see that Hope was fast asleep. He quietly laid her back in her bed and tiptoed out of her room without waking her up. He almost ran into Stevie, who was standing out in the hallway, listening to everything. She had a smile on her face as she looked up at her husband.

“What are you doing up?” Duff whispered as they headed back to their room.

“I couldn’t get back to sleep after you left,” She admitted. “That was so pretty.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re my wife,” He chuckled. Stevie shook her head.

“You really should sing more,” Stevie told him. “And I know you’ve been working on songs. Why don’t you make a solo album sometime?”

“I’ve thought about it,” Duff shrugged. “But I might see about making something specifically for the little green sprout.” Stevie smiled and cuddled into him.

“You should make one for me too,” She told him. “So I can hear your voice whenever you’re away.”

“I won’t be gone forever babe,” Duff told her. “But damn, I’m going to miss you both.” Stevie felt tears in her eyes as she rested her head on Duff’s chest and let herself drift back off to sleep.

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[oldschoolimagineblog]

MUSICIAN MASTERLIST

THE ROLLING STONES

  KEITH RICHARDS

1. Tour Love:

Reader is in a band that tours with The Rolling Stones and hits it off with Keith.

2. Playing Nurse:

Keith gets hurt in a party you’re attending, and calls out for you help.

  BRIAN JONES

1. How Classy:

Brian and the reader, a groupie, hook up at a party. (smut)

2. Shopping:

Brian is tired after along day of shopping with his girlfriend.

  MICK JAGGER

1. Hazey:

Getting high with him.

2. Mick w/ You:

Mick loves you, simple.

3. Grateful;

Mick is just greatful to have you.

THE BEATLES

  PAUL McCARTNEY:

1. Mornings

A sweet morning after a night with Paul.

  GEORGE HARRISON:

1. I’d Have You Any Time:

Love making, not detailed.

  RINGO STARR:

1. First Time:

Ringo takes the readers virginity.

  HEADCANNONS

Phone sex with George...

GUNS N´ ROSES

  DUFF MCKAGAN

1. Truth or Dare:

It’s the day after a party and Axl, Slash, Duff and the reader decide to play a fun game of Truth or Dare (Smut).

2. I Think I’m Falling For You: 1 - 2 - 3

i. Reader is Slash’s daughter and she and Duff fuck. (Smut)

ii. After confessing, Duff decides to leave his wife to be with reader and Slash finds out.

iii. Duff and reader go and find Slash, they explain what has happened.

3. Take Care Of You Tonight:

You go down on him and Axl walks in. (smut)

4. Movies and Wine:

You get horny and he’s there for you (smut)

  AXL ROSE

1. Morning Sex:

Sex in the early morning with Mr. Rose. (Smut)

2. Vulnerable:

Axl is overwhelmed about him being sued by Erin, causing him to lock himself in his room.

3. Best Friends:

Reader and Axl are besties and after a bad date they confess.

4. Insecurities:

Current age Axl shows his insecure girlfriend how pretty she is. (smut)

5. Stuck in quaratine (Present day Ax);

Netflix n chill situation.

IZZY STRADIN

1. Would you mind me calling you my girlfriend?:

The reader and Izzy like each other but won't admit it, so Duff decides to do something about it.

2. Smoke:

Things get interesting when reader and Izzy go out for a smoke.

3. Matters of the heart (x James Hetfield):

Reader cheats on Izzy with James.

  SLASH

1. Ten Years Ain’t Nothing:

Slash is dating reader, who is ten years younger than him, consoling her after she gets hate.

2.It Only Took Him a Song:

Reader is a musician who collabs with Slash, ending in both of them confessing.

3. Caught:

Reader gives him a handjob while watching a movie with the rest of the band at Axl’s place.(smut)

4. My Michelle:

Slash and the reader are dating, and he teaches her “My Michelle” on guitar, she then plays on stage with Guns n’ Roses, and gets drunk with Slash after the show.

5. Shower Sex:

Sex in the shower with Mr. Hudson. (Smut)

6. I’m Leaving: 1 - 2

i. Slash confessing he’s cheated.

ii. Reader makes up with Slash. (smut)

7. Late At Night:

Slash comes to your house drunk.

8. Backstage:

Reader gets horny after watching Slash onstage. (Smut.)

9. Confort:

Reader has a panic attack and he conforts her.

10. Jealousy:

Slash is jealous of Axl. (smut)

11. Gala Session:

Slash gets fingery under the table. (smut)

12. Unexpected Night:

Reader meets Slash.

STEVEN ADLER

1. Hidden: 

Reader is Slashs’ little sister and secretly dating Stevie, but Steven is feeling conflicted about not telling his bestfriend which causes some troubles in their relationship. Takes place in their teenage years.

  SLASH & AXL ROSE

1. Porn Star Moans:

Slash x Reader x Axl threesome. (smut)

  HEADCANNONS

1. Dating Steven Adler...

2. Dating current age Axl Rose...

3. Sex with Axl Rose...

4. Dating a member of Guns n Roses...

MOTLEY CRUE

  TOMMY LEE:

1. Sleepless Nights:

Reader gets horny at Tommy’s place and Tommy walks in. (Smut)

2. Dazed 1 - 2

i. Angsty Tommy meets you and feels overwhelmed (in a good way) with how you treat him.

ii. Accepting they just cant be together, drunken sex.

  NIKKI SIXX:

1. Starry Eyes:

Reader finds out Starry Eyes is about her.

2. Overdose:

Reader gets a call from Vince saying Nikki had died.

  MICK MARS

1. Tour Visit:

The Dirt) Reader visits Mick on tour, fluff, pool scene.

2. Worth Waiting for:

Mick gets nervous and babbles his love confession towards the reader.

  VINCE NEIL

1. Drunken Confessions:

Reader is Tommy’s little sister and Vince falls in love.

SKID ROW

  RACHEL BOLAN:

1. Lap Dance:

Rachel is dared to give the reader a lap dance.

  SEBASTIAN BACH:

1.Unexpected Visitor:

Baz and Rachel’s sister are secretly dating and he walks in the worst time.

2. I Promised

Scotti’s roommate and best friend is crushing on Baz, but makes a promise not to his bandmembers.

  ROB AFFUSO:

1. Pre Show Meetings:

Reader bumps into Rob right before a show.

IRON MAIDEN

  JANICK GERS:

1. In The Office:

Janik eats his girlfriend on her office. (Smut)

  DAVE MURRAY:

1. Late Night Walks:

Reader can’t sleep so they go for a night walk.

2. Beach Confessions:

Dave tells the reader how he feels about her.

3. Alone Time:

Their alone time is interrumped by the boys.

  BRUCE DICKINSON:

1. Early Years:

Teen Bruce sneaks into teen reader’s room at night.

2. Just A Few More Weeks:

He’s away on tour and calls you.

  STEVE HARRIS:

1. All About You:

Steve performes oral on you. (smut)

2. One last time:

They love each other.

THE DOORS

  JIM MORRISON:

1. The Roof:

Jim and the reader stay up until sunrise.

  RAY MANZAREK:

1. You over me:

He’s stressed and reader helps him out.

NIRVANA

  KURT COBAIN:

1. Days Like This:

Kurt and reader have a day off and decide to spend it together.

L.A GUNS

  PHIL LEWIS:

1. Philthy Phil: 1 - 2

i. Reader hooks up with Phil after meeting in a party.  (smut)

ii. They fall in love, break up, and make up.

DEF LEPPARD

  PHIL COLLEN:

1. Rainy Days Are The Best Days:

Phil asks reader to marry him.

  RICK ALLEN:

1. A Joint And A Brush:

Rick and Reader get high and paint outside.

BLACK SABBATH

  OZZY OSBOURNE:

1. The After Show:

Ozzy meets the reader after a show and they fuck, ending in a relationship. (smut)

2. So Good:

Plotless sex.

LED ZEPPELIN

  JIMMY PAGE:

1. Drunken State:

Jimmy gets home drunk and the reader takes care of him.

2. Morning Takeover:

Fluff with their son.

SEX PISTOLS

  JOHNNY ROTTEN:

1. Kisses:

Making out with him.

HEADCANNONS

1. Sex with Johnny...

BILLY IDOL

1. Welcome Home:

He comes home from tour. (smut)

MEGADETH

  DAVE MUSTAINE:

1. Field Trips:

They get dirty in a field. (smut)

HANOI ROCKS

  RAZZLE

1. Don’t you ever leave me:

Based off on the song.

METALLICA

JAMES HETFIELD

1. Matters of the heart (x Izzy Stradlin):

Reader cheats on Izzy with James.

[thealternateuniverse]

CANDY

WORD COUNT: 3000+

Please let me know if you wanted to be tagged 😊

Summary: Where Colson meets the girl in a strip club and kept thinking of her the whole time. 

"AAAAAAY!! COME HERE BABY!"

Vegas has the best strip clubs. Dang the girls here are hot. Like with this one and Colson has been staring at her while she perform. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

"What's your name baby?"

Aww what a vixen. She stood out among all the strippers here, and she's the star stripper for tonight.

"Candy."  That's her stripper name but he wanted to know her real name. "Well I'm curious how sweet you taste Candy, wanna have fun tonight?" Candy leaned down in front of him, both hands on his lap.

"Oh? But aren't you a community dick?" His friends 'oohed' by Candy's remark. He felt himself blush too because he was never sacked like what this girl did.

"Sorry Mr. Hotshot, got better dicks to pull." The woman blew him a flying kiss and a wink leaving him agape.

"Yo! What the fuck! Kells you alright?" Slim slapped his shoulders then the gang started laughing again.

That was so mean, shouldn't be strippers throwing their selves to the famous? Then what the hell was that?

Shaking his head and shrug off what happened, Kells looked around to see if there's someone who can give him a lap dance or something to forget that Candy girl.

But he couldn't, so he brought a girl in their hotel and fuck her senseless thinking she is Candy.

---------

The gang just got back to L.A when Colson recieved a call saying he's been invited to Paris fashion week. Even though he barely rested he flew to Paris for the said event, heck he still have hangover.

Some of the guests are A-list celebrities and he feels a bit out of place he thank gods when Douglas is also here too.

"Dude, this is overwhelming." Douglas is pacing back and forth in their dressing room while he's pulling up his tight leather pants.

"Yeah, to think you have to wear this expensive clothing."

Kells is still trying to zip up his pants and when he did he groaned because his bulge is too obvious, for sure everyone in the net will be feasting his package later when their photos will come out.

"Can we fast forward and go to the after party already?"

Kells grinned. "Hell yeah." Kells loves party and he will party hard later and weed of course, he haven't smoked a blunt since he got here.

Douglas and him went to the event running late, they were mob by paparazzis before peacefully entering the venue.

"Now showtime."

They were seated not too far from T-stage and can clearly see the models. Kells started get bored so he scrolled in instagram looking from time to time to the show.

He almost drop his phone when he saw a familiar looking woman walking down the runway.

He even blink his eyes to check of he is not hallucinating.

"Holy Shit. I didn't take any drugs or weed am I?" His mouth in agape while his sight followed a certain someone walking in the damn catwalk. It's Candy.

The stripper from Vegas, the only difference is this one is a brunette Candy was blonde.

Impossible. He shook his head, maybe he was just hallucinating or hangover. Damn that woman, can't get off his mind, he needs a fuck later.

Suddenly he is interested in the show. He waited until the final walk and all models are on stage.

His gaze landed on Candy, and never look anywhere.

"I see you are already interested at someone." Douglas nudged him but his sight never left Candy.

"That's Nicole Mckagan." He look at Douglas this time, brows furrowing.

"She's related to Duff Mckagan?"

She is related to Duff Mckagan, indeed she is.

"Yep. She's the third daughter, she's his wife's niece but the couple adopted her."  No wonder this one has the Susan Holmes edge.

But he could be wrong, this couldn't be her. She is known in the industry and why would she be a stripper?

----

The show was a blast and everyone hugged together backstage after the show. Nicole was overwhelmed by the success and also being part of it.

This was one of her dream, to walk in Paris fashion show though runways aren't new to her anymore. She only wish Mae was with her but her sister is also somewhere doing a show, they are kicking ass in fashion and their parents couldn't be more proud.

"What are we waiting for? Let's get the party started!"

Everyone changed to their after party outfits, Nicole changed into her body con dress pairing it with a high thigh boots and a faux fur.

It was all flashing of lights and shouts from paparazzis when they one by one left the venue. Famous models were mobbed by pops and some A-list celebs.

"Biiiiitchh!"

She turned when she heard that familiar voice. It's none other than her sister/cousin Grace. The eldest among them.

"Grace." Grace Mckagan ran to her and embraced her in a bear hug. Because of her heels Grace looked even smaller. They are all gracefully tall but Grace is the shortest of the three. "Can't believe you flew to Paris." She kisses her sister's cheek.

"Well mom and dad went to NYC for Mae so I came to Paris for you."

Their parents are supportive and never misses when it comes to their big shows so someone must come to watch.

"I love you, now why don't you come to the after party with me?"

They went to Nicole's car waiting. "Yes please. You're killing that faux fur though."

They both giggled. The two catch up while in the car. Grace had been busy with her gigs, she's the only one who pursued music in the family. Mae is good with music too but it is not just her path of career.

Even though they aren't her real parents she is thankful for them for bringing her into their life. She couldn't remember her real parents, because they died in a car crash when she was just a baby and the Mckagans adopted her. Her mom now (Susan) was her aunt biologically but since they adopted her she considers her as her real mom same with Duff.

They arrived at the party and everyone turned their direction to them. They are quiet known but not that famous so its no surprise when there are head turning sometimes.

"Oh my gosh Graceyy!" Taylor, Nicole's friend ran to Grace to hug her.

"Tay!" Taylor is a Victoria Secret Angel and a humble person who really worked their way to the top.

"What's up Tay, nice show by the way." Grace kissed Taylor,  Taylor rolled her eyes. "Well yeah but RIP to my feet. These heels are killing me. C'mon girls let's enjoy the part."

The place is crowded but not in a suffocating way.

"You go girls I'll just go to the washroom."

Taylor and Grace went to their fun while she went to the long line of bathroom.

She is rummaging through her purse when she bump into someone really tall.

"I'm sorry I wasn't look---"

"It's alright Candy."

She stopped in her tracks and look up to see the person she bumped with.

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

"Fancy seeing you here eh?"

He knew her. He recognized her. The person she avoided to see ever again.

"Come on forgot me already?"

A smirk formed in his lips. She dreaded this day that they will meet each other again after that stupid dare in sin city.

They were having fun that time in Vegas, she lost in a game and stripping was one of the consequences it was just unfortunate that she encountered Machine Gun Kelly and they meet again today and for sure he already found out who she is. She will be in doom.

"I'm----I--I----fuck damn it."  

Nicole pulled him out of that place and they went somewhere less crowded. She lets go of his hand and face him.

"O-okay first, forget that it happened and I wasn't the person you  met that time. It was------ god just forget it."

Kells smiled. He don't know but he find the situation amusing.

He just wanted to know her and fuck her but Nicole Mckagan is something else. Why was she in that strip club by the way?

"Well Candy---"

"And don't call me that." Nicole cut him off. He grins.

"Okay but Candy, you know I'm not the type of person who forgets easily. Especially when they blackballed me."

Candy--Nicole's jaw dropped again for the second time.

"Please just forget it and---and don't tell anyone."

He isn't like that but he could use it as an advantage in the situation.

"Okay."

Nicole's eyes lit up. "But one date."

She look at him unbelievably.

"I'm sorry what?"

Kells is grinning at her again.

"One date. Tomorrow before I leave Paris."

Even if this fashion week will be over, she doesn't know whe he will be over, at some point they will meet or bump each other again in L.A.

So for the sake of her dignity.....

"Fine, one date. Tomorrow."

Kells gave her a triumphant smile.

"I'll pick you up at 10. Enjoy your night Candy."

He leaned to give her a peck almost kissing her on the lips.

What did herself got into?

----------------

Nicole woke up at 9:30 with a slight hangover. She didn't drink much last night because her thoughts were running about MGK and their date. Which is today. God why did she agreed when she saw how he was with the girls last night.

"Jesus its 9 go back to sleep Nics."

Grace said in groggy voice. She was the one who had really fun last night.

"God. I hate you, now I have to deal with him because of that stupid dare."

She got off from their bed and went to the bathroom. She took a bath and brush her teeth and Grace went inside while she is doing her make up.

"Oh my god. Nicky! It's destiny!" Grace gush while leaning on the door frame.

"It's a nightmare. It was embarrassing...." It was really embarrassing. They met in an odd circumstances if things were different...what? He won't even noticed me Nicole thought, but she shrugs it off.

"It's okay to date Nics after that dick ex of yours."

That's one of the reasons why they were in Vegas. To have fun after her break up.

She changed into one of her turtle necks, a pair of high waist jean and a pair of high heeled boots.

Nicole is doing her hair when there's a knock on their hotel door.

It must be him. She suddenly felt nervous. Relax it's just a fucking date. She convinced herself. Grace open the door for her her sister hasn't even fix herself.

"Oh, I do really believe in destiny." Meanwhile Kells was furrowing her brows when someone opened the door for him instead of Cand--- Nicole.

"Go back to bed Gracey. I'll be back later bye."

She kissed the other girl's cheek before closing the hotel room's door that makes the two of them in the hallway.

"Uh sorry about my sister. She's just hangover."

He checked her out first before responsing. The girl is simple yet elegant and Colson can't help but smile. "No it's okay. Come on."

He made sure not to drink too much last night so he that he isn't hangover for their date. He also have his polaroid camera with him, just to take photos and remember this day in Paris with her.

They had their brunch in a French restaurant near the hotel and to be honest she had no idea where he is taking her.

The two talked about what they did last night, all about the fashion week while listening intently to each other.

"I really thought you were a stripper. Turns out your a model, imagine my shock when I saw you walked on that runway.But if you are a stripper I don't mind its much better." Nicole giggled at Colson. He is a funny guy and a dork. And she didn't label her as Duff Mckagan's daughter, back in high school she was just befriended because she is the daughter of Guns n Roses bassist.

"Well Mr. MGK I believe women should be mysterious."

Colson cringed when she called him MGK. "Dude, call me Colson or kells. And yeah I like mysterious ones especially when they left you blackballed." Nicole blushed, she never thought that he finds her sexy.

"Why are you so after me."

She asked. She's just curious why someone like him (who have girls throwing themselves at him) is interested to an average model like her? Well he's famous, he is good looking and sexy. He is funny too.

"Why not? I like you." He answered in a casual way. Another blush crept to Nicole's cheeks.

"Well...whatever Colson."

She can't help but grin. After their brunch he brought her to Seine taking a boat cruise and having a view of Eiffel tower.

After the cruise they went biking around the Eiffel. They laugh the whole time because they are too tall for the bike especially Colson.

"Yeah, run along chicken legs." She stuck her tongue out at him. Colson is behind her trying to fit himself in the goddamn bike.

"Hey Candy look!" She stop to look back at him. He's holding a polaroid and looks like he's taking a photo of her.

"Hey! I wasn't prepared!" She protested, probably he took the shot where she looked like she is lost in Paris.

"Nice try Candy! Hahahaha." And she was right. Her mouth was open and her brows are furrowed, looking like a lost tourist.

"God I hate you."

Colson keep taking candid shots when she isn't looking. Nicole cursed out, why didn't she brought her camera?

She could take a lot of pictures here, the view is just aesthetic.

"Why don't we do something crazy and stupid?" Colson suggested. That's the last thing she wanted to do. The last time she did it in Vegas it led up to her meeting him.

"Like what?"

And seems like the heaven is listening to him when the rain pours.

"Oh my god!" She held his arm and they both started to run.

"Wait!" Colson halted causing her to stop running to.

"We're wet already why don't we just have fun?"

Nicole look at him like he is crazy but fuck it. They are wet already might as well enjoy the rain.

The two of them soaked in the cold rain of Paris, dancing and playing like children. Nicole never felt this childlike again. Passersby are looking at them like they gone crazy, but this is fun especially when you have someone fun too.

Nicole won't forget this very moment, under the rain with a guy in a leather trench coat, leather pants and a boots.

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It was dusk already and they are already dry. The two of them watching the sunset.

"You're fun for a rapper you know."

"And you're fun to be a stripper." Nicole threw her the nerds they are eating.

"Well today was epic. Thank you though." Colson's gaze landed on hers and smiled.

"Nah, I should thank you. Not gonna regret saying yes to the date."

It was her turn to smile at him.

"Why were you at that strip club though?" Her smile twitched and she looks back to the sun setting.

"It was just a stupid dare of my friends. I lost a bet and then I became a stripper with a name of Candy." The dare was just to dance. She was just being reckless to entertain him during that time.

"Oh, well you nailed it." She is flattered by his compliment.

"You're really nice Nicole Mckagan and I'm looking forward to knowing you more."

Her heart raced, she stare into his blue orbs and captivated by its color. She never thought he could be this beautiful and captivating. His eyes never left hers when he lean forward, forehead to forehead and nose touching.

Nicole licked her lips and Colson's eyes landed on itss lusciousness.

She closed her eyes when he moved closer and closer but interrupted when his phone rings.

Colson muttered a curse before leaning away amd answered the phone.

"Sorry about that, its my manager. It's our flight."

Nicole nodded. Of course, he is going back to L.A. She don't know but she is saddened by the thought.

"Well I should bring you back to your hotel though." She nodded again. They made their way back to her hotel but her mind is still stuck of what happened. Were they going to kiss?

If they weren't interrupted maybe? God what was she thinking. You couldn't like a person you just met right? Plus she doesn't even know if he is serious. He said he likes her, he didn't specify if as a friend or what. Maybe she was just his distraction while he's here or he is just bored and took advantage of the situation.

"So I guess this is you." She was deep in her thoughts she didn't realize they are already in her hotel room.

"Thank you, for today."

Colson smiled and went to hug her.

"And for keeping our little secret." He giggled while she blush. "I believe in the saying, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."

And today, what happens in Paris stays in Paris.

"Nice to meet you Nicole. See you when I see you."

Nicole smiled. She's a bit sad but she know that they will meet again someday.

"Thank you Colson. Bye have a safe flight." She was hesitant to do this but anyway she tiptoed and gave him a peck on the cheek.

She didn't wait for his reaction and went inside her room leaning on the door while her heart race. She stood there for a minute before realizing she forgot something. She didn't have his number.

She opened her door again hoping he's still there but no. He already left.

With a heavy heart she laid down on her bed thinking about how this trip to Paris went.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, a piece of paper fell from the pocket of her jeans when she fished out her phone.

Just in case you forgot Candy

+1-***-****

Nicole can't help but smile. He's cute, what a sneaky bastard.

She opened her phone and her notifications are blowing up.

She opened the one from TMZ and her eyes widened when she saw their photo from last night. When he and Colson are talking and the one where he kissed her.

Oh god. Duff Mckagan will lit her ass.

@mgkobsessed

[ghostyearzero0]

Loving You Was Like Loving The Dead (OC x Duff McKagan)

// I know this is a Guns N’ Roses fanfic but uh I know this line is straight up from Type O Negative, but just roll with it. //  Plot: Lucey, an interviewer back in the 80′s got a chance to interview Guns N’ Roses, but she gets “alone” time with the bassist. He falls in love with her and decided to make her his one day. 

Word Count: 2045 words. 

Warnings: Alcohol, Drunk Duff, Heavy Smut, romance, swearing, sweet stuff, cigarettes, angst. Don’t read if you don’t like this shit.

Part One of my fanfic I’m /KINDA/ working on. Will maybe get back to this? 

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Loving you was like was like loving the dead... Was like fucking the dead...

There she was. Sitting in the corner, smoking a cigarette. Her red, curled locks were placed beautifully on her pale face. Her sapphire blues were looking straight ahead in the dark. Her chest was on the large side. She wore a black, spaghetti straight dress that reached a few inches above her knees. She wore a black leather jacket, a pair of knee high, black, high heel boots. She had her cameraman standing next to her as she was thinking about on who to interview next. She had a beer bottle in her hands. Might have been her second or third one. She saw a man with bleach blonde hair, approaching her. She quickly put her cigarette out and smiled at the man. The man wore his leather jacket and his hair was all fluffy. His greenish-brownish eyes looked at her, mostly at her body. He gave her a soft smirk and went up to her. “What’s a sexy lady doing around here at night?” He asked. “Oh, I’m an interviewer. I usually interview bands and stuff..” She answered with a sheepish grin. He seemed to be drunk as he leaned his body against the wall. “Would you like to interview me?” He asked with a soft laugh.  “That depends, who are you?” She rose a brow. “Oh, yeah. I’m Duff McKagan. I’m the bassist from Guns N’ Roses, if you ever heard of us.” He looked down at the ground. “Oh! Yeah, I have heard about you guys, a big fan of you guys! I love Welcome To The Jungle!” She smiled in joy. Duff smiled back. “Oh, that’s cool. What’s your name?~” “Ah, it’s Lucey Lukhart.” She hummed happily, nodding at her cameraman to turn on the camera.  “That’s a beautiful name for a sexy fucking girl.” The bleach blonde smirked at the red head. He took a swig at his beer and looked at the camera. “Is it on?” He asked, looking at her. “Well, now it is.” She giggled. “Hi, I’m Lucey. I’m here with Duff McKagan from Guns N’ Roses.” She gestured at him. “Hi.” He drunkly said and giggled. She asked him questions like, “What’s your next album?” “Any plans for the next album?” Things like that, mostly about the band.  “Yoouuu knoowww, we, we get alot of fuckin-- oops can I swear or is it on live tv?” The bleach blonde drunkly looked at the red head. “I don’t care if you curse.” She shrugged. “Cool. Okay. We get a lot of fucking girls and sometimes they just want to you know... do..do things and I’m like hell yeah hahaha...” Yeah, he was drunk. He was leaning on her mostly. “Oh, yeah haha. You have no idea on what are the things I’d do to you.. maybesuckyourdick.”  She mumbled under her breath.  This made Duff perked his head up. “Ooh~ Kinky.” He whispered at her. “Why don’t we turn off the cameras and go to the hotel we-- I’m staying at and do some fun things?~” He winked at her. She blushed and laughed. “Haha, good one, Duff~” After a few moments the camera was turned off and she smiled, “Alright. It was nice meeting you.” She went to turn around but Duff grabbed her wrist. “Wait, I was serious when I said that.” He pushed her towards him, wrapping an arm around her waist and leaned down. He slowly pressed his lips against her’s, pulling her close. She returned the kiss and shortly pulled away.  “Mmm, don’t you have a wife to attend to?” She rose a brow. “I don’t have a wife. Yet..” He chuckled. “So... you want to come to the hotel and do some fun things like I said?~” He gave her some soft kisses down her neck. “...Fuck it. Let’s go.” She smirked and Duff pulled back and smirked as well.  ============================================================ At The Hotel.  Duff pushed Lucey onto the bed and kissed her on the lips once more. She returned it as she made soft little moans. He pulled off her jacket and her boots, then her dress, throwing them somewhere. He unhooked her bra and took it off, immediately grabbing onto her tits. She moaned softly and blushed hard. “I hadn’t really done anything like this before...” She admitted and he chuckled. “That’s fine if you are a virgin. Makes things more fun~” He winked at her, leaning down and kissed down her chest. 

The bleach blonde slowly pulled off her panties, making her lay down. He spread out her legs and put his legs in between them.  He lowered his head and slowly licked her pussy. He flicked his tongue on her clit, making her moan a bit louder. He smirked and started to lick and suck onto it, making her squirm slightly. He firmly held onto her hips. She closed her eyes tightly, already wet. 

He looked up at her and pulled away. He took off his leather jacket, shirt and throwing them at the same time. Landing into the pile that was somewhere in the room. He slipped off his boots and pants. Lastly, slipping off his boxers. The red head sat her body up and crawled up to him as he sat down next to her. “Make me hard, babe.” He demanded as he smirked darkly. “H-How do I do that?” She innocently asked and blushed a bit. He laughed and patted her head, and then pecking her nose. “You’re so cute and innocent. Ah, well just... do something...” He shrugged and then pointed at his soften dick.  She looked down and it was big and thick. She gestured him to lay down and so he did. She got in between his legs now, gently grabbing his dick and started to rub it from the shaft. Duff let out a few soft moans, and she continued to rub it, and she felt it go hard. She slowly let go and started at its glory. “Fuck, just do something....” She heard the blonde said as he grew a bit impatient. She leaned down and hummed. She then started to kiss the tip, and licked it with the tip of her tongue. This gained moans from the bassists.  She smirked and put the tip into her mouth and then slowly half of his dick. She wrapped her tongue around the tip and started to bob her head up and down. He grabbed her head, his fingers tangling into her red locks. His moans grew louder as he started to face fuck her. She rubbed whatever couldn’t fit into her mouth. She pulled away a bit, as she looked at it now, it was wet from her spit and at the tip was a bit of precum drizzling from it. She licked some of it off as she gasped, feeling the bassit pulling her head down onto his dick, his dick going back into her mouth.  He faced fucked her for a good ten minutes before cumming into her mouth with a loud moan. With a loud ‘pop’ she pulled away from his dick and wiped off her mouth. She swallowed his cum and looked down at him. He panted softly a bit and he got up. He went into the bathroom and she rose a brow. She laid down onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling, thinking about what she had just done. She blinked a bit and blushed hard. She closed her eyes for a bit.  Fifteen Minutes Later She felt a hand touch her thigh and she opened her eyes to see Duff was now on top of her. He smirked and looked into her sapphire orbs. He kissed up her neck and to the corner of her lips. “Ready for the real act now?” He asked her with a soft smirk, he was already hard again. She nodded at him and he smirked. He slowly slid his dick into her pussy as she moaned softly. He waited a few moments for her to get used to his size, after she gave him the nod, he slowly slid all the way in.  He slowly started to move in and out of her as she let out a soft moan. He leaned his head down. “Come on, I can make you scream~ I don’t care if other people hear you.” He whispered seductively at her as he kissed her cheek. Her sapphire orbs looked deeply into his greenish-brownish ones. He smirked, “Do you like it rough?” She nodded, “Yeah, I guess I do~” This answer made him smirk even more as he started to roughly fuck her. She started to scream in pleasure, even screaming out his name.  He fucked her more roughly, hands firmly on her hips, surely she’s going to have bruises on her hips. He kissed her neck, sucking on it to make marks. She bucked her hips upwards as her orgasm starts to build up again. He moaned loudly, sometimes moaning out her name. Eventually, he was close to his orgasm and she moaned loudly as she came. With a few rough thrusts, he came inside of her not too long ago. She felt the warm cum going into her as she moaned one last time.  They both stared at each other, as they panted deeply. After a few moments, she slowly pulled out of her and pulled the blanket over their sweaty bodies. He wrapped his arms around her and started to shower her face with kisses. She smiled softly and then sighed. “I thought you had a wife?” She rose a brow. Duff blinked and glared. “No, I told you.. I don’t have a wife....” He sighed. “Oh, okay. Good.. maybeiwillbeyourwifesomeday ..”  He stared at her and blinked. “Wait, what?” He tilted his head. “I.. nothing. Let’s sleep. I’m tired! Night!” She flipped onto her side and pretended to fall asleep. “I think I heard you saying that you will be my wife someday... did I heard correctly?” He smirked. “Yeah...” She sighed, hopefully he won’t remember that in the morning. He chuckled and pulled her close to his body. “Hmph~ That’s  what I thought.” With that he fell asleep with a few snores. She fell asleep not too long after.  ============================================================ The Next Morning.  Lucey woke up and turned her body. She saw a bleached blonde man sleeping next to her, his back facing her. She blushed and looked the other way, she was quiet and not trying to wake him. Hearing a few soft snores. After a few moments, the man woke up. He slowly turned his head and sat up. His hair was a mess and he groaned. He rubbed his head and then looked at her. She yelped and hid her face under the covers, quickly.  Duff rose a brow and smirked, pulling the covers from her face. “Ah, so I got lucky with a hot red head last night, huh?” He smirked, though he was sober. “Yeah... Yeah you did.” She laughed softly. “... What was your name?” He rose a brow. Her smile deflated and sighed, he didn’t even remember her name. “Lucey.. .Lukhart...” The blonde blinked and smirked. “Ah, I remember you now~ You’re that hot interviewer! Sweet, I got lucky and fucked you~ Maybe we can do it sometime, yeah?” He softly laughed and she nodded. “Hey, I’ll be down.” She smiled and that made him smirk.  He got up and got dressed with Lucey. He opened the door and saw Axl was standing right there. “I was about to say that we have to g-” The strawberry blonde eyed Lucey and laughed. “Ah, I see. You banged this hot babe, huh?” Duff smiled prodly. “Of course, I did. Jealous?” He teasingly said to the singer. Axl let out a laugh. “Too bad I didn’t get to watch, ah well. Next time. Anyways, we have to head out now.” With that he left.  Duff turned to Lucey, “Whenever you interview us again, we have to do this again.” He smirked and she nodded. He patted her head and kissed her lips. She returned the kiss and he grabbed his stuff and then ran off. She smiled and sighed as she watched the blonde left. 

// A/N: Sorry if there were spelling errors or if it sucked. Sorry if it was short too. Heh... :’) Part two, maybe? Depending if I feel like it or not. I hope you enjoyed it. <3 Requests are open! // 

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Us, March 16

Cover: Queen Elizabeth’s worst fear as Meghan Markle refuses to bring baby Archie back to Britain 

Page 2: Red Carpet -- Angela Bassett 

Page 4: Who Wore It Best? Emma Willis vs. Aubrey Plaza, Joey King vs. Camila Coelho 

Oage 6: Loose Talk -- Robert Pattinson on having terror memories about paparazzi during the Twilight era, Kendall Jenner on Beyonce, Gwyneth Paltrow, Lana Condor on boyfriend Anthony De La Torre, Martha Stewart 

Page 8: Contents 

Page 12: Hot Pics -- Prince Harry and Jon Bon Jovi recording a single to benefit the Invictus Games 

Page 14: Gwen Stefani and Blake Shelton at Griffith Park, Yolanda Hadid and daughters Gigi Hadid and Bella Hadid in Paris, Elle Fanning and Salma Hayek at the premiere of The Roads Not Taken in Berlin, Kanye West and Kim Kardashian at his Sunday Service in Paris 

Page 16: Harry Styles and Hoda Kotb, Guns N’ Roses bassist Duff McKagan and wife Susan at I Need More’s boutique, Janelle Monae’s looks during Paris Fashion Week 

Page 18: Stars They’re Just Like Us -- Eva Longoria takes a selfie in Rome, Henry Winkler hanging out with his son Max, Zoey Deutch wears a mask waiting for her luggage at LAX 

Page 19: Kellan Lutz and Lucy Boynton and Rami Malek attend a New York Rangers hockey game, red-haired Ariel Winter picks up packages from the post office, Abby Lee Miller grabs a drink in LA 

Page 20: Cool Beans -- Celebs grab some caffeine -- Sam Smith at a Fulham F.C. soccer game, Reese Witherspoon, Selma Blair and boyfriend David Lyons, Whitney Port, Ewan McGregor, Jennifer Garner 

Page 22: Game On -- stars playing sports -- Jimmy Fallon and Justin Bieber play hockey, Busy Philipps plays tennis, Eddie Vedder plays baseball with the Chicago Cubs ahead of spring training, Jameela Jamil, Josh Duhamel plays golf 

Page 24: Hot Diggity Dogs -- Adam Sandler and Babu, Nicole Kidman, Lili Reinhart’s new rescue Milo, Charlize Theron and Johnny Utah, Orlando Bloom and Mighty in Milan 

Page 26: Hollywood Moms -- Jenny McCarthy on son Evan 

Page 27: Kandi Burruss on kids Riley and Ace and Blaze, Audrey and Jeremy Roloff’s daughter Ember has taken very well to newborn baby brother Bode, Brooklyn Decker doesn’t think her kids Hank and Stevie will follow in dad Andy Roddick’s tennis-playing footsteps 

Page 28: Love Lives -- Jodie Turner-Smith giggled when the theme song from Joshua Jackson’s show Dawson Creek came on while they were at Home Depot 

Page 29: Daymond John says he’s gotten grief for his interracial marriage to Heather Tarras but his mother loves her, Chris Pratt had low self-esteem and felt insecure while married to Anna Faris but being married to Katherine Schwarzenegger his self-esteem has skyrocketed, Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban hiked through L.A.’s Runyon Canyon Park hand in hand 

Page 30: Hot Hollywood -- Julianne Hough and Brooks Laich marriage remedy 

Page 31: Carrie Underwood finding her path to health, the next Bachelorette is Clare Crawley, Vanessa Bryant is devastated by alleged leaked photos from the helicopter crash that killed husband Kobe Bryant and daughter Gianna Bryant and she’s taking things day by day 

Page 32: Ken Jeong offers advice amid the coronavirus outbreak, Jennifer Aniston’s secrets to a sexy body 

Page 33: Katy Perry definitely wants kids with fiance Orlando Bloom but won’t get pregnant before their wedding (oops), VIP Scene -- Shawn Johnson (pictured), Wells Adams, Bethenny Frankel and boyfriend Paul Bernon and daughter Bryn, Steve Carell and wife Nancy, Dwyane Wade and Gabrielle Union, Kendall Jenner and Hailey Baldwin, Miley Cyrus and Cody Simpson, Harry Styles

Page 34: What’s in My Bag? Andrea Canning 

Page 35: Lori Loughlin and Mossimo Giannulli’s resistance to take a deal for the college cheating scandal may pay off 

Page 36: Cover Story -- Meghan Markle wants to cut Queen Elizabeth out of son Archie’s life 

Page 40: Leah Remini joins forces with Mark Bunker’s political campaign that threatens to the power of Scientology in Clearwater, Florida 

Page 44: My Healthy Day -- Hannah Brown 

Page 48: Beauty -- matching nails -- Helena Bonham Carter, Billie Eilish, Jessica Alba, Lizzo

Page 49: Natalia Dyer, Joey King, Charlize Theron, Hailee Steinfeld 

Page 50: Mandy Moore on her new album 

Page 52: Tarek El Moussa on his house-flipping know-how 

Page 58: Fashion Police -- Tinashe, Noomi Rapace, Brie Larson 

Page 59: Coco Rocha, Nicki Minaj, FKA Twigs 

Page 60: 25 Things You Don’t Know About Me -- Josh Radnor