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lost-in-the-80s · 4 years ago

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Best Prank Ever

Pairing: Duff McKagan x fem!reader

Words: 2,842k.

Summary: Trying to get revenge from Duff, Axl tricks him into taking viagra. Luckily for him, you’re around to help. (smut)

A/N: I love Duff so much, so this is to celebrate his birthday! People from my tag list, please let me know if the tags are working now <3

Warnings: Mature content, swearing and unprotected sex (use a condom, guys)

2022 update: I never thought this fic would get so many notes. Thank you so much guys, love you all

It was a rather cold night in February when Guns n Roses finished their show. Thousands of people shouting and screaming as they waved towards the audience before slowly walking out of the stage.

“Fuck, tonight was crazy!” Duff exclaimed, entering the band’s dressing room.

“You guys were amazing up there.” You said smiling.

“Thanks, sis,” Axl said as he passed by you.

They started removing their clothes and it was the signal you needed to leave the room.

The guys would just play again in a couple of days, which meant that they magically could spend the whole night at the hotel, something you had been looking up to, since sleeping in the bus was a real pain in the ass.

You sat on a couch in the backstage area, avoiding the curious eyes of the groupies that squeezed themselves into the room, hungry for a night with the boys. Even though you were Axl’s younger sister, most people didn’t know about your existence, since you preferred to stay behind the camera rather than in front of it.

While you stared at your nails to try to take away some of the awkward moment of having all eyes on you, the boys were getting changed in the room beside, pants and jackets were thrown from one way another while they searched for something cold to drink.

“Here you go.” Axl smiled slightly, handing Duff and Izzy a cold bottle of beer each.

Both frowned, staring at the ginger weirdly, it wasn’t common of him to make favors out of nowhere, even for his friends.

“What?” The ginger asked innocently.

“What’re you up to?” Izzy asked.

Axl shrugged. “Just trying to make up for yelling this morning, I know that I get out of hand sometimes.” He scratched the back of his neck before turning around and leaving.

Izzy and Duff eyed each other for a second before the blonde shrugged and drowned a long sip of the beer.

But Izzy knew better, he knew Axl for enough time not to believe in a single word of what he said. He stared at the bottle then looked at Axl, spotting when he had his eyes fixed on Duff, who was drawing the last sips of the bottle, a smirk forming in the ginger lips. That was all Izzy needed to know that something was up.

“You can have mine.” Izzy gave it to Duff. “I’m not really thirsty.”

“Thanks,” Duff replied, getting the bottle from the brunette’s hand and starting to drink it.

Taking a cigarette out of his pockets, Izzy walked towards the door, stopping beside Axl and saying loud enough for only him to hear.

“I don’t know what you put in the beer, but it better be entertaining.”

“How did you know?” The ginger asked.

“I know you very well.”

Axl smiled. “In this case, don’t worry it will be very entertaining.”

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Time passed by and when they noticed they were entering the hotel lobby, Axl walking in front as he was followed by the rest of the gang. Steven and Slash accompanied by groupies while Izzy decided to flirt with the receptionist. You and Duff coming last, both alone.

“Didn’t get a girl for yourself?” You asked him as all of you stopped at the elevators.

“Nah, wasn’t feeling like it today.” He smiled slightly. Ever since you joined the tour you hadn’t seen Duff with groupies, or any girl to be fair.

“I find that hard to believe, buddy,” Izzy said as he approached the group, the receptionist beside him.

Duff frowned and so Izzy pointed towards his pants, where a huge bone was visible.

“Damn!” Slash said laughing.

“I don’t understand,” Duff said looking down.

“Oh but I do very well.” Axl smiled proudly.

Duff lifted his eyes to look at the ginger, demanding some sort of explanation.

“You found it really funny when you and Izzy locked me out of the bus naked last week, right?” His smile got bigger.

“Wait. What?”

Izzy chuckled.

“Relax, it’s just some viagra. Just so you can spend the night thinking of me.” Axl smirked, a dry chuckle leaving his lips.

“You gave me viagra?” Duff raised his voice.

“Yup. And you’ve got Izzy’s dose too, so… have a good night.” Axl smiled one last time before entering one of the elevators along with you, Izzy and the receptionist.

“Why did you do that?” You asked your brother.

“Relax, it’s just a prank.”

“You’re such a dick sometimes.” You slapped his shoulder, to which he just rolled his eyes.

“You know that this can be dangerous right?”

“Duff’s young, there’s nothing to be worried about.”

“How could you agree with this, Isbell?” You turned your head towards him, but he didn’t reply, his mouth was too busy kissing the receptionist.

You gave them a disgusted look before looking at the ginger again.

“Let’s take a look, since you’re so worried,” Axl said as you exited the elevator, walking towards your rooms.

He took a box from his jacket's pocket, reading the back part of it.

“One pill… thirty minutes to take effect… usually lasts for four hours…”

“Four Hours!??” Duff shouted, he was at the end of the corridor.

“Well, I bet on eight since you took my beer too,” Izzy said smiling before entering his room and closing the door behind him.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Axl.” Duff started walking faster towards the vocalist, who quickly entered his room, closing the door right when Duff got there, kicking the wood with strength.

Slash and Steven both passed by giggling, going towards their rooms, leaving you and Duff alone in the corridor.

He looked at you, and you could see a mix of angriness and despair in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Duff.” You smiled apologetically, touching his arm slightly before entering your own room.

You sighed as you closed your door, a part of you wanted to offer yourself to help him. It wouldn’t be much trouble since you always thought he was really hot. But you knew that Axl would freak out if you even kissed him.

His bandmates were forbidden for you. And you were forbidden for his bandmates. Those were the rules.

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One hour after that, you had just exited the bathroom, after having taken a long bath, very calm and relaxing, listening to your favorite record on your headphones, you were unaware of the loud banging at your door.

As soon as you took them off, Duff’s voice filled your room as what you assumed were his fists hit the wooden of the door repeatedly.

“Open the door, Axl!”

You heard him shouting.

“Axl!”

Wrapping yourself in a towel, you opened the door, his fist stopping inches away from your face as he tried hitting the door.

“Duff! What the fuck!?”

“Y/N? Sorry, I was looking for your brother actually.” He lowered his voice, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed by the situation.

“No shit.” You rolled your eyes while his traveled down your figure, clenching his fists when he saw you were in just a towel, feeling his member twitch inside his pants.”

“That’s his room.” You pointed towards the door beside yours.

But Duff didn’t reply, nor moved. You looked at his face and noticed his gaze fixed on your body.

“Hey!” You snapped your fingers in front of him.

“Shit, sorry, Y/N. It’s just that I’m-”

“Horny? Yeah, I can see that.” You finished for him.

“Yeah.” He looked down.

“No luck with that?”

“No…. Axl could at least give me the box, I wanted to see if there’s nothing I could do.”

“Knowing my brother, he’ll never open that door.”

“Yeah, I know.” He took one step back.

“To be fair Duff, I think there’s only one thing you could do…” You raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah, I know… Fuck!” He walked a little in the corridor before stopping in front of your door again.

“You need to help me, Y/N.” Pleading eyes, filled with frustration staring at you.

“What?” You choked on air.

“Please. I’m begging you.”

You bit your lower lip as your imagination ran wild on the things you could do to him.

“I can’t take this anymore.” He pleaded.

You took one step back, opening the door wide for him to enter the room.

“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you.” He said as he passed through the door, stopping nearby your bed.

You took in a long breath as you closed the door, turning around to face him.

“Okay, let’s see our options…”

He eyed you expectantly.

“Have you tried… you know.... Jerking off?”

“Well, yeah, but it’s not happening.”

You blinked a few times. “Do you know why?”

“I don’t know, maybe I didn’t have the inspiration.” He looked at you up and down, and you cursed yourself internally as you felt your core start to get heated.

Fuck this. You thought.

Gathering all your courage you stopped in front of him, getting on your knees and starting to undo his pants.

“What are you.-”

“What do you think? I’m helping you.” You answered, pulling his pants down to his ankles, happy for the fact that he came barefoot, making it easier for you to remove the fabric completely.

Even though you knew he was hard, you couldn’t help but widening your eyes when you pulled down his underwear and his member almost touched his belly.

Your hands delicately touched his member, running your fingertips and nails along his length, hearing as he sighed from how sensible he already was.

You closed your hand around him, moving it up and down a few times before you got closer to him, licking his tip slowly.

“Shit.” Duff hissed.

Taking that as an incentive, you opened your mouth further, taking the top of his member inside of it.

Starting to move your head up and down his length, you used your hands to take care of the rest as you created a slow pace.

Looking up, you saw Duff’s eyes closed as he bit his lip. The sight was quite amusing, so you kept staring at him, trying to memorize every detail of it. He opened his eyes and looked down, meeting your eyes. His brown orbs filled with desire as his pupils were dilated.

His burning gaze making your core get wet and a small moan leave your throat, causing pulsations on his member that made him sigh in pleasure.

Increasing the speed of your movements, you hollowed your cheeks, making Duff moan as his hands went down to your hair, grabbing your strands firmly.

After a few times, his breaths were heavier and he breathed your name out while you kept on sucking him, already tasting his precum in your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He moaned, tightening his grip on your hair with both hands as he started to thrust against your mouth.

Your hand let go of his member, finding his thighs for support, as you tried your best to relax your throat and not to gag on him.

Your nose almost touched his thorax as he moved his hips back and forth in your mouth. Your eyes started watering as he kept going deeper and deeper on your throat.

He stopped for a second, his cock completely stuffed inside your throat, holding you in place for a few seconds, causing you to gag against his length, making him groan.

His member started pulsing and you knew that he’d cum soon, so you used one of your hands on his balls, playing with them gently to help him with his climax.

“Oh, fuck” He groaned loudly as jats of his sperm hit the back of your throat, slowly sliding down.

He kept your head pressed against his thorax for a few more seconds before letting go of you, making you gasp loudly for air, as you let go of his balls.

“I’m sorry.” He gave you a small smile, as you licked the last remains of his sperm from his tip.

“It’s ok.” You said looking up at him.

“Shit. Don’t look at me like that.”

You smirked getting up.

“How’re you feelin’?”

“Better, but it’s not over yet.” He said looking down and realizing that he was still hard.

“Well, we can deal with it in other ways too.” You smiled innocently as you removed your towel from yourself, letting it hit the floor, revealing your naked form to him.

He stared at you open-mouthed for a few seconds, before he removed his t-shirt, throwing it on the floor and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a heated kiss.

Your tongues swayed together in sync as the two of you started walking towards the bed, stopping when your ankles hit the mattress and he gently pushed you on it, climbing on top of you.

His lips moved to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses and small bites on your skin that set your body on fire. He obviously noticed that, and moved one of his hands to your right boob, playing with your nipple before his mouth started working on your left boob.

“Duff.” You whispered his name, so low that he wasn’t even sure if you had really said it, or if it was his imagination.

“Say that again.” He whispered in your ear, biting your earlobe at the same time as his left hand found your core, sliding one finger between your folds.

You repeated his name, this time loud enough for him to hear, making a proud smirk show up on his face.

He slid his finger inside of you, feeling how wet you already were for him, making his member pulse against your thigh.

“So wet already, baby.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice as a small moan left your lips.

He moved a little, his eyes straight into yours as he asked: “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You replied, pulling him down for another lustful kiss.

You slowly felt him penetrating you, your tightness around him making the two of you moan at the same time.

Duff placed one of his hands on the wall behind the bed while the other gently grabbed on your waist as he started moving in and out of you. At the same time as you grabbed his arm with one of your hands.

“You said your brother is in the next room right?”

“Yeah…. Why?”

“I want him to hear us.” A devilish smirk forming on his lips.

“Are you crazy? He’s gonna kill you.” You widened your eyes.

“After tonight… I don’t fucking care.”

He leaned down, kissing you hungrily as he started moving faster and rougher, finding your G-spot and hitting it repeatedly, making a loud moan leave your lips.

Duff kept his moves, creating a steady yet fast pace in and out of you, making your moans grow increasingly high with each thrust of his.

“Fuck…. Duff.” You moaned.

“You can be louder than that, baby.” His voice was hoarse with desire.

He started applying more strength on his thrusts, the bed involuntarily moving along, its headboard repeatedly hitting against the wall, and if you weren’t so lost in your own pleasure, you’d be worried about Axl hearing, but now, you just couldn’t care less.

You circled your legs around his waist, making his thrusts deeper than ever, every moan of yours filling the entire room as everything seemed to grow hotter and hotter as the time passed by.

Just as you started to feel your walls clenching around Duff, a loud bang at the door caught yours and Duff’s attention.

“Y/N!” Axl’s voice caught your ears.

But at this point, you wouldn’t be able to stop, not even if you wanted to.

Duff seemed too entranced to care either, his mouth stuck on your collar bone, marking you in hickeys as you finally reached your climax, your vision getting blurred for a second as your legs started shaking and Duff’s name left your lips louder than ever.

You soon felt his liquids filling you as he kept thrusting, riding out both yours and his climaxes, before he collapsed on top of you, his head resting on your chest, as the two of you tried to catch your breaths.

“Y/N!” You heard Axl again.

Duff chuckled lightly against your skin, sending vibrations through your body, making a smile appear on your lips.

“How’s your friend doing now?” You asked, eying him.

He looked up at you, before looking down. “I think he might need some extra care.” He smiled, making a small laugh leave your throat.

“Y/N open this fucking door!”

“Fuck off, Axl!” You yelled back.

You heard him yelling some curses towards the door, as Duff got up. For a second you thought he’d open the door, but he simply stopped near it and said loud enough for Axl to hear.

“I’m gonna keep her busy for some more hours, Ax! Go take some sleeping pills, or whatever.”

A proud smile was on display on his face as he turned towards you.

“Join me in a bath?” His smile slowly turning into a smirk.

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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years ago

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AU: Gateway Drug | "Forty-Something" [PT. 2]

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2002

"Monroe, did you get all your stuff from Duff and Su's?" I ask him as I walk backstage, at the Whisky, following him to where Duff and Slash are.

"Yes, Ma'am." He tells me politely.

"Okay, just making sure since you forgot nearly all your clothes over there the last time."

"I had to make room for the Playstation." He shrugs.

"Hey!" Susan pipes when she sees me, a wide smile and raised brows, arms open wide.

"Hey," I reply, hugging her to me.

"You look so good." She tells me next, looking at my outfit as I'm admiring her's.

"Thank you, you do, too." I return the compliment because it's well deserved.

"Hey," Duff tells me, kissing my cheek as he passes by, "I gotta go to the bathroom." He adds with a smile. "But don't go anywhere, I'll be right back." He assures me.

I just nod, seeing the fluff of Slash's hair behind Susan before he comes out and smiles.

"Hey, Viv," he says to me.

"Hey," I reply.

"Hey, Stripe." I hear that voice and I freeze up for a moment before turning around.

Izzy.

We haven't spoken in a couple years.

I blamed it on his divorce/breakup/whatever it was/I heard about it through the grapevine anyway, and him needing time to recover from facing the death of a nine year relationship, soberly.

"'Hey?'" I ask him, emotions coming to the surface that I've tried to keep down ever since I realized he didn't want anything to do with me. "You haven't acknowledged my existence in two years and all you have to say to me is, 'hey'?"

"Viv—"

"—No, I'm talking, and I have two years worth of it to get out so you're gonna shut up and let me finish." I order and he sighs and rolls his eyes the slightest bit. "You know what, no, no, I'm not gonna say a damn thing to you, that's obviously how you've liked it this far." I snap.

"Call me when this is over and I'll come get Monroe." I tell Susan who's astounded by the exchange, before I start walking.

"Nice to see you, too!" Izzy sarcastically calls and I stop in my tracks and turn on my heel, quickly walking to him but Slash grabs me and stops me.

I don't struggle against him because I know if Monroe and Duff come back to me and Izzy getting into it it'll just be evidence that I haven't grown up while they all have.

"What the hell was I on to think I'd hear just as much from you as I have everybody through the years? I must've been crazy." I hiss and he stares at me. "Just doing whatever you want to without thinking about how it affects everybody else. You aren't any different now than you were then. Just less high and not as much booze on your breath." I add, stepping away from Slash. "Have a safe flight back to BFE." I call, stomping away.

When I get home, I get changed into my comfy clothes and go lay down, trying not to cry.

I'm a 38 year old woman and I refuse to cry over a boy.

I know two years doesn't seem like a big deal but when you spend fifteen years in constant contact someway or another with someone and then they just stop answering your calls, quit sending letters, and are living thousands of miles away so you can't just walk up in their house and confront them, it takes a lot out of someone's peace to try to get closure from that.

I'd expect something like it from Axl, but never Izzy.

There's a knock at my door only a few minutes later, and I get ready to hear Monroe start spouting off about how cool it was to see his dad up perform, although he's seen it multiple times before, as I walk to the door.

I open the door and it's like one of those cheesy, stereotypical books where the dude stands out in the rain to confess his assholery to the girl.

"You're my best friend." Izzy tells me sharply, not like he's pleading, or wants forgiveness, he's just telling me. "And you have been for fourteen years. And because you have been my best friend for so long, I know how you work and when people you care about are in hell you nearly stoop to their level of hurt to try to make it easier on them--I didn't want you to do that when Aneka and me split and I knew you would. I took time to myself, I've barely spoken to anybody, but I'm okay, now. I wasn't trying to be selfish, Vivian. I didn't just up and leave you like I said I wouldn't because there was a reason why I distanced myself. And I'm sorry that I hurt you by doing that but that's just how I've always handled things, just by myself and under wraps and I guess that means you're right. I haven't changed a bit. I'm still full of shit and private and in love with you so much that I don't even know how to handle it other than to ask you one more time. One last time, and if I don't get a new answer I won't ask again." He tells me and I all I can see when I look at him is that stubborn kid with smoke constantly flowing out of his nose or past his lips, who would only acknowledge me with a simple, "Viv" and a nod.

"I know you were put through hell with Nikki when you married him. And I-I know you're worried I'll end up the same but, Vivian, I'm not seeing anybody, I'm forty-something and have my shit together a lot more than I thought I ever would." He tells me, taking a step closer to me. "I've always been restless, whether I was by myself or with someone, or in L.A. or in Indiana, I've never been able to just rest and I know you haven't been able to, either, so just rest with me." He tells me and I feel my eyes water, a lump in my throat--a good one, though. A lump from being strangled with relief and ease.

I rub my lips together, looking at him in the rain…and nod slowly.

"Okay?" He asks me, raising his brows.

"Okay." I say, trying not to let my voice crack, continuing to nod.

"That's a 'yes'?" He questions, and tears break past my lashes.

"Yes." I repeat, reaching for him as he steps one more step and leans down, kissing me in a way that tells me he's been waiting a long, long time to kiss me, hugging his arms around my waist so tightly my feet aren't even on the ground.

2022

"GUNS. N'. ROSES!" The crowd chants repeatedly while the guys finish up their last minute tasks before their first show back.

"Axl you're actually on time, wow." I comment and he cuts his eyes at me, making me give him a smug smile.

I told him, Duff and Slash that I wouldn't see me at a reunion show until Steven and Izzy were playing with them once again.

And for six years, I haven't come to a show…

"Alright, everybody, gonna get the hands clappin' and the feet stompin'!" Steven exclaims excitedly and Izzy grins like he's missed hearing that before every show.

...Until now.

"Alright, let's go, let's go, let's go!" Someone calls, signaling showtime and Izzy looks at me.

"Viv," he says neutrally, with just a hint of a smirk--like he always used to do.

"Izzy." I reply the same way, like I always used to do.

Except unlike all those years before playing with Axl, Steven, Slash and Duff, he follows our exchange with catching my lips with his for a moment before pulling away and winking at me before following the guys to get ready.

I give the dressing room one last glance, seeing the Polaroids he's had glued to the back of his guitar case for years.

One is from '88 when we shot the "Sweet Child O Mine" video, I'm sitting on the edge of a chair while Tansy, Stevie, and Izzy are crouched down, talking to my very pregnant stomach, my hand guiding theirs to where Monroe was kicking me.

Then another from '89 at the MTV awards when I was trying to get past Izzy and the guys and, drunk, Izzy grabbed me and pulled me into his lap, giving the biggest shit eating grin seeing a camera.

I was laughing so hard my eyes were closed.

Then '91 with us and the band and it's obvious he and I are the only sober ones in the photo aside from Axl and Tansy--who looked miserable, out of her mind, because she was.

The next is from around '96, me, Duff, Izzy and Steve Jones backstage at a Neurotic Outsiders show.

And the last one is a picture of me in a white minidress and Izzy in a button down and nice pants, holding me like the new bride I was, kissing in front of the Lafayette courthouse in Indiana, marriage certificate in my hand...I smile and hear the rumbling of the crowd as a riff from Slash screams out.

I let out an easy breath after twenty years of rest, and look forward to an eternity of it.

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creativewritingpracticestudio · 5 years ago

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Come Here Often?(Drunk!Duff McKagan x Reader)

@grungegirlfungirl :) thank you for the request! This was so much fun!

Description: The band drops Duff off with you after he gets too drunk with them, and he’s in a flirty mood. Prepare to be drowned in cheesy pick-up lines.

Note: This is in the late 80s, sometime around 1987! Also, this is my first time writing with Duff or the other Guns N Roses members, and I’m still getting the hang of their personalities, so I’m sorry if I don’t write them as good as I should. I promise I’m working on it!

“Oh, sweet mother of God.”

You stood in absolute bewilderment at the front of the bar as you took in the bat-shit crazy scene before you.

Duff, your drunk boyfriend, had climbed onto a pool table and was attempting to balance his feet on the pool balls as he chugged down a bottle of vodka. Izzy and Steven were attempting to yank him off the table by his lanky legs, Slash was trying to coax him down with another bottle of alcohol, and Axl(who had been the one to call you)was standing to the side with his face in his hands. Just another normal night.

Axl immediately spotted you and frantically waved you over with an exasperated expression. “Thank fucking God. I wasn’t sure who else to call, he’s been doing this for 10 minutes. (Y/n), please get your idiot boyfriend down before he gets us kicked out.” You agreed, walked over to the pool table, and stopped in front of Duff with your hands on your hips. “Baby.”

He glanced down at the sound of your voice and stared at you in shock. “(Y/n)! When did you get here? How’d you know I was here?” Taking in his slurred speech and wobbly legs, you decided that reasonable speech probably wasn’t going to work here. “Magic, baby. Come on, off the table. We’re going home.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him down, and he obediently began to follow you towards the door.

“Bye, guys. Get home safe.” Axl nodded at you gratefully. “We will. Thanks again. Last time we let him drink 3 bottles of vodka in a row.” You grimaced, waved to Slash(who was now chugging the bottle he’d tried to coax Duff down with), and led Duff out the door as he loudly said goodbye to his bandmates. After a quiet 15-minute drive home(Duff had gotten distracted and was drawing dicks in the condensation on the windows), you pulled into the driveway and parked.

You leaned over to help your drunk boyfriend with his seatbelt, but he clicked it open and shot out of the car like a blonde giraffe-like pop rocket, running straight for the door. As soon as the two of you were inside, he collapsed onto the couch. You kneeled down next to him, gently running your fingers through his hair. “Are you okay? Do you need anything? Headache medicine, water, ginger ale, crackers? Do you feel like you’re going to throw up?” He thought for a second. “Vodka.”

You shook your head. “No more vodka. Water?” He pouted, but you wouldn’t relent. “Fine. Water, please.” You smiled, stroked his cheek, and got up to get him a glass of water. When you came back, he was hanging upside down from the couch. “Duff, baby...what in God’s name are you doing?” He grinned and craned his neck to look at you. “I wanna see if I can drink the water while I’m upside down! Gimme the cup!”

“No, baby. I’m not gonna clean up spilled water tonight. Here, turn the right way, we can cuddle while you drink your water.” He instantly shot up and patted the spot next to him. You sat down, handed him the cup, and let him lay his head on your chest as he drank. He chugged the cup, sat it on the table, and stared at you. “Something wrong?” He smirked. “So..you come here often?” You blinked, slowly realizing that your idiot boyfriend never needed to be put near an alcoholic beverage again.

“...This is our couch, Duff. I do come here often, yes.” He rested his head on his fist and grinned. “You’re cute.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, sighed heavily, and slowly stood up. “I’m gonna go get you some headache medicine, okay? Wait right here.” He mumbled a protest, but you walked into the kitchen before he could say anything. You reached into the cabinet, grabbed a pill bottle, dumped two pills into your hands, and turned around-walking straight into Duff’s skinny frame.

“Duff! Jesus, you scared me! You didn’t have to get up, you could have stayed on the couch.” He shook his head. “I missed your face.” He leaned forward, tracing your lips with his thumb. “Duff, that’s sweet, but I was gone for 3 seconds.” He ignored your valid statement and instead rested his forehead against yours. “Your eyes are so pretty.” He pinched the fabric of his shirt and shot you a goofy grin. “Guess what this shirt is made out of.” You stared at him. He better not say it-

“Boyfriend material!” He almost fell over laughing at his own joke. “What’d you think , baby? That was a good one, right?” Knowing better than to crush a drunk person’s spirits, you nodded and handed him the pills. “Yes, baby, that was so funny. Here, take these.” He swallowed them dry, and you could feel your own headache forming. “Are you a parking ticket? Cuz you’ve got ‘fine’ written all over you.”

You silently led your boyfriend back to the couch as he began to hit you with every pick-up line in the book. “Was your dad a boxer? Cuz damn, you’re a knockout! Are you a baker? Cuz your buns look fantastic!” You sucked on the inside of your cheek, covered your boyfriend’s mouth, and pushed his head down against your chest, rubbing his head and gently scratching it with your nails. “Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?”

Okay, that one was cute. You leaned down and pecked him on the lips, and he smiled. “You’re so pretty.” When he was calm and sitting still, drunk Duff was actually adorable. “And you’re so handsome, baby. Are you tired?” His eyelids were drooping. He nodded quietly, using your chest as a pillow. “Do you want to get up and go to bed?” He shook his head ‘no’ and closed his eyes. “Okay. Good night, baby.”

“Night, (Y/n). I love you.” You adjusted yourself comfortably so the two of you could sleep together, and smiled down at your sleepy drunk boyfriend(who was probably gonna have a hangover in the morning), soothingly rubbing his cheeks and neck with your thumb. “I love you too.” He peeked one eye open, smiling faintly, and whispered to you.

“Hey, baby?”

“Yes, Duff?”

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

“....go to sleep, Duff.”

#guns n roses #duff mckagan #duff mckagan x reader #duff mckagan imagine #axl rose #slash #slash hudson #saul hudson #slash guns n roses #guns n roses slash #izzy stradlin #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses imagine #steven adler

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that-rock-chick · 4 years ago

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Love Bites

Love sucks. That's pretty much common knowledge. Combine that with addiction, money, fame, and childhood trauma and you've got a recipe for disaster.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 3

In terms of nationwide success, Guns N' Roses is a band that's virtually non-existent. I mean, considering that they're an unsigned band without a debut album, that isn't surprising. Looking at them and listening to their amazing music, I would say they take a lot of inspiration from Hanoi Rocks, The Rolling Stones, New York Dolls, and to a lesser degree, The Sex Pistols, particularly in their onstage behavior.

And just like all of those bands, they're extremely talented. This band might be the best band I've ever seen play the Whiskey or in LA in general.

They're really fucking good.

I take a second to look at all the members of the band. All of them are very attractive but the man clearly trying a little too hard to look like Johnny Thunders catches my eye. Everything about him screamed cool and mysterious and I instantaneously found myself wanting to do whatever I could to get to know him. My gaze lingers on him for a moment before I begin to survey the crowd. I feel somewhat out of place in this setting. It's mostly men and women trying way too hard to catch the attention of the band for...obvious reasons. No offense to them, I support women doing whatever they want as long as they aren't hurting anyone, but I can't picture myself ever being in that crowd.

Once their set finishes, I begin to wonder if I should wait for the redhead, Axl, to approach me at some point, or if I should just turn around and leave. I weigh my options and figure that I should stay. Not because of Axl, but because I don't really feel like going home and running the risk of walking in on Tiffany and her boyfriend. I don't really feel like going home at all now that I think about it, and if it wasn't earlier, now is definitely not the time to be walking the strip at night.

I sit at the table with my mind wandering, when Axl walks over to me with a massive grin on his face.

"Did you enjoy the show?" he sits down and waits for me to reply. Looking at him and how he carries himself, it's clear he's a man who has little insecurities, if any at all. I wonder for a moment if I should humble him just a tiny bit, but I decided not to.

"That was the greatest fucking thing I've ever seen." I return the smile, as his grows even wider, which I didn't think was possible.

He tells me to hold on for a second and disappears into the sea of people. When he reemerges, he isn't alone. He has a tall blonde man and another man with long curly black hair in tow, and I recognize them as the bassist and one of the guitarists respectively.

"This is Duff," Axl points at the blonde, who I've just discovered is named Duff.

"And this is Slash. Guys, this is Julianna."

I stand up and extend my hand for them to shake and and obviously intoxicated Slash pulls me into his arms for a hug instead. Although I was taken aback at first, I hug him back. At least he's friendly!

"We're having a bitchin' party at our place tonight, you should come." Duff leans over and whispers into my ear while I'm still in Slash's arms.

"I doubt you have anything better to do, no offense." Axl cuts in.

I want to object and tell him that I have plenty of better things to do than to go to some stupid party with people I don't know but 1. I literally have nothing else to do and 2. As cynical as I can be at times, I actually kind of like parties. I'm actually going to a party with strangers, just because they say I should. Ted Bundy would've just loved me.

"If you don't know our address, just follow the crowd." Slash half-shouts as he removes his arms from around my body and begins following his band mates.

The house is exactly what you'd expect the members of an aspiring rock band to live in. The house is a complete dump and it appears so structurally unsound that I find myself questioning how the place is still standing. The lawn is covered with cans and bottles that once contained alcohol, shattered glass, cigarettes, and an alarming amount of drug paraphernalia. Despite my better judgement after seeing all of these things, I asend the concrete stairs and open the door. Well, what was left of the door.

Upon opening the door, I am immediately greeted with the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, marijuana, and God knows what else. I also smell something burning and I pray to the Lord above that it isn't heroin, although that would explain the needles decorating the yard and the hardwood floor that adorned the interior of the house.

Before I know it, Slash grabs my arm and starts running up the stairs. This man is truly insane and I can see myself getting along well with him after tonight.

He brings me to a room with four other men in it and it doesn't take me longer than a second to recognize them as the other members of Guns N' Roses.

"That's Steven, he's our drummer. On his left is our rhythm guitarist Izzy. And you've already met Axl and Duff.

"Hi!" Steven exclaims excitedly. He's got a lot of energy, something most people expect from drummers.

Izzy looks up at me for a second with a blank expression, then looks away. I can't decide if it's because he's not impressed with what he's seen or if he's just shy.

"I need a drink." Duff wastes no time standing up and leaving the room to consume whatever alcohol the boys have in the house.

Axl leans over to Steven and whispers something in his ear. Whatever it was, it caused both of them to glance at me and chuckle slightly. Instead of asking any questions, I brush it off and sit on the chair that was once occupied by Duff as Axl, Steven, and Slash start talking amongst themselves. Izzy's eyes meet mine again, he looks at me for a little while longer than before, then he exits the room without saying a word.

The other guys seem to have forgotten I'm in the room, so I opted to leave too.

Walking down the stairs, I instantly recognize "Call Me" by Blondie blaring from somewhere down here and I resist the urge to embarrass myself by singing and/or dancing. A man approaches me and offers me a drink but I quickly decline. My mother wasn't good at being an actual parent, but she definitely told me to never accept a drink from a stranger.

Partying at a strangers house, surrounded by strangers, was never brought up in that conversation.

I've always had exceptionally good hearing and when I hear sirens wailing in the distance, I go into panic mode. I assume no one else hears it so I scream.

"COPS!"

The atmosphere changes as everyone from all directions beings running to whatever exit is closest. I'm grateful for my smaller stature as I can easily move around the crowd of people and exist though a window that isn't as populated and is harder to spot from most angles. I don't even look behind me after I leap out of the window and run like my life depends on it. I technically didn't do anything wrong, but as previously mentioned, I DON'T like the cops.

I ignore the burning sensation in my lungs while I haul ass all the way to my apartment, narrowly avoiding being hit by several cars on the way. I sprint the full mile to my apartment, unlock the door, and collapse onto the couch after locking the door behind me.

"Well, you did say you we're gonna try working out daily." Tiffany chuckles at my exhausted state. She goes into the kitchen and comes back with a glass of water, which I gratefully accept.

"I was worried about you, did you have a fun night?" Tiffany sits on the couch nexts to me when I sit up to drink.

"Mhm. I saw this really cool band play at the Whiskey, they invited me to a party at their house,"

Tiffany raises an eyebrow in amusement. She knows I'm not the type to go to just anyone's house. I pretend to ignore her and continue.

"someone called the cops, and I got the fuck out of there as fast as possible."

"For someone who's never broken a law in their entire life, you sure are scared of the cops." Tiffany says, while taking my empty glass.

"They've got guns and shit. You don't have to break any laws to get fucked up by a cop."

At the same time I stand up, Victor walks out of Tiffany's bedroom in nothing but his boxers.

We exchange awkward waves and he goes to meet Tiffany in the kitchen.

I like Victor. We got along really well when I first met him. He was a good guy and made Tiffany happy, that's all I cared about. Then when the whole situation with Gwendolyn happened, shit changed almost instantly. By this point, Gwen and I were friends so it made the situation difficult. I didn't want to just stop talking to Victor, but I didn't wamt to hurt Gwen. It's hard to be truly neutral when all three people involved are people you care for.

I decide to stop overthinking and go into the bathroom for a hot shower and some sleep.

#guns n' roses #guns n roses #guns n roses fanfic #slash gnr #slash #saul hudson #axl rose #izzy stradlin #duff mckagan #fanfic #steven adler

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ubernoxa · 4 years ago

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The Dare: A Guns N’ Roses Fanfiction

Chapter 35: Bring Her Home

(Masterlist)

Pairing: Duff Mckagan/OC

Story Summary: A stupid harmless dare, that’s all it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be something they would do, and never revisit. For Delilah, little did she know that visiting the strip wasn’t going to be a one time thing when she made the choice to accept the dare. Life is full of choices. Some choices can mean absolutely nothing, while others can change your entire world. Delilah had heard many rumors about the Sunset Strip or Devil’s Strip. Teenagers would whisper stories about how the Devil walks the streets of the strips without a care in the world. It was known as a place untouched by God. After years of hearing rumors about the Devil’s Strip, Delilah wants to see it for herself. Thus a Dare was born.

Chapter Summary: Mags finds out Duff and Delilah had sex, and Mark finally gets the nerve to pop the question.

Taglist: @gingerspicetalks @str4nge-haze @queen-crue @dustnbones

It was cold.

Everything was cold.

Even the sunlight that shined through her apartment windows was cold.

Her eyes quickly scanned the room, and the only thing that changed from the night before was that Tonya was most likely in her room, fast asleep. A state Mags envied.

As if Mags was on autopilot, she took a shower and got dressed for the day. She was still mad at her brother, but she still sprinted towards the bus stop not wanting to miss the bus that would take her to her brother’s apartment. Not only did she have some food she wanted to drop off, but she also wanted to check up on Del.

She adjusted her jeans as she sat on the hard plastic seat watching the bus shoot through traffic. Part of her wondering the entire trip how the bus drives didn’t get into an accident. It was borderline impressive.

“Morning Mags,” Mags turned to see a familiar blonde smiling at her.

“Hey, Sasha! What’s up?” Mags would describe Sasha more as an acquaintance than a friend, but Mags always puts on a smiling face. Like her brother says, it’s a lot better to spread happiness than make enemies.

After several minutes of casual small talk, Mags began to get the sense that there was something Sasha wanted to ask. There was something lingering in the girl’s eyes, and when the conversation began to die off, Sasha always kept it going. Mags knew something was up, and hoped it wasn’t about the stupid article. She was in no mood to deal with talking about how the bastard got her pregnant.

But sure enough, only a few moments later, Mags paranoia was proven right.

“So if you want, I’m having a big party...we’ll Christian my...boyfriend...is having a party at his place this Saturday, and I’d love to see you there...unless you know….it might be weird because...of the...whole pregnancy thing,” Mags took a deep breathe as it took every ounce of her sanity to not punch Sasha. Mags wasn’t Axl, she wasn’t him by a long shot. Unlike him she could control her temper, or atleast that is what she told herself.

“The pregnancy thing? Ohh you mean that bullshit article? Girl that was full of lies! What he chose not to mention was that I broke his heart because he wasn’t my type,” Mags let out a fake laugh to try to cover the lie that rolled off her tongue.

Was she going to admit she was pregnant to Sasha? No.

Was she going to admit that Drew, the man who wrote the article, shattered her heart into a million pieces? No.

Why? Because that’s not who Mags Adler was.

“Oh my god! The fucking bastard! I tell ya, the media only wants a story that sells their magazines. It’s despicable that they don’t think about how the lies they are telling are going to affect the people. Like I bet that Stef girl who is dating your brother never said how he wouldn’t make it. And oh that Del girl, I bet she does more than fawn over Duff and be his groupie. Like the girl has to have a life. I should have known this were off when the article framed Trixy as a good person. She is a fucking bitch,” Mags nodded and smiled as Sasha spoke.

The truth was Del really didn’t have much going for her besides the fact that she was in love with Duff. Of course Del had hobbies, but none that paid the bills which was a discussion for another day. Mags tried not to think of it, but Del was turning into a groupie. She quickly reassured herself that Del technically wasn’t a groupie Del wasn’t going around having sex with Duff, but little did she know what Del did last night and into the morning.

Part of Mags wondered if Stef actually said what she said. There were parts of the article that were true, but it was also filled with lies. Did she mean it when she said her brother was going now where? Mags knew with her whole heart that Stef adores Steven, but there was a small pit in her stomach that said otherwise. Mags tried connecting the dots on my Stef had been making excuses and events for Mags to go to that happened to be on the same days as concerts, but there wasn’t any connection. It just didn’t make sense.

“So I’ll see you on Saturday?” Sasha asked, pulling Mags from her train of thought.

“Maybe? My brother is playing a gig, but maybe after?” Mags offered the girl a soft smile as she saw her stop coming,

“Yeah, we will be partying till sunrise! Feel free to bring friends! Chriantian’s place is huge and there will be a live band!” Sasha smiled before Mags pulled the cord asking for the bus driver to stop.

It was only a 10 block walk for Mags, one she had gotten used to over the years. She kept her head high as she took in the peaceful strip. It was weird seeing it like this, but at 8 AM in the morning this was to be expected. Mags would admit that she appreciated the silence over the cat calls. She figured that one of the few benefits of being pregnant was that once she started to show she would get fewer cat calls.

Once inside the apartment, the smell of a cooking kitchen hit her like a truck. Eggs, onion, peppers, and paprika filled her nose causing a smile to grow on Mag’s face. Del was awake!

She froze as she saw the tall blonde over the stove instead of little Del.

“Hey Mags, how’s it going? Are those apples for breakfast?” Duff casually asked as he continued cooking, as if this was a normal occurrence. Mags placed the bag of apples on the table trying to make the confused look that grew on her features.

“What’s wrong Mags? Did you think those were oranges or something?” Mags shot her attention to Izzy who was sitting at the table. Mags wanted to slap the smirk off his face, but she knew that would only get her kicked out of the apartment, and if she was going to be kicked out it was going because she slapped Axl.

“Those are red apples to be exact,” Mags ignored Duff’s comment and placed the apples in the one of the few bowls that was at the apartment. It was a actually her bowl, but after a month of fruits rolling off the table, she figured they needed it more than her.

“Where is Del?” Mags asked quickly looking around the kitchen and their sad excuse for a common area.

“Still sleeping, she had a busy night,” Duff casually said, earning a snicker from Izzy.

Mags froze in place as she heard Duff’s comment.

“Did you fuck my roommate?” Duff was taken aback by Mag’s tone. She seemed agitated. What did she care? They were two consenting adults. Plus he would barely count Del as Mags roommate since she slept with him most nights.

“What does it matter-“ Mags cut Duff off before he could continue talking.

“I asked, did you fuck my roommate? It’s a yes or no question?”

“It’s none of your fucking business what I did between me and my grilfriend. Fun fact Mags, you can’t control everyone. Del isn’t your puppet,” Duff shot back, making sure to keep quiet so he wouldn’t wake Del.

In another room, Del remained frozen in Duff’s bed using his only blanket to hide her naked body. She tried to make sense of the emotions that were currently flowing through her.

Regret wasn’t the right word. She loved Duff, and from what she knew, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

Pride was also wrong. She wasn’t proud of losing her virginity. It was something she was taught her entire life to protect and save until marriage. Having sex was sacred.

It wasn't that she wasn’t happy, but she also wasn’t sad. She possibly felt more content than happiness or sadness.

Shame, was another word that filled her head. Shame was the word that she felt right for her. She was ashamed that she had gotten so tipsy that she lost her virginity to the man she loved.

“Hey, you okay?” Del rolled over towards Slash as he spoke.

“Yeah...just trying to figure out how to get out of this pickle. I feel kinda…..”

“Gross?” Slash finished Del’s sentence earning a nod from the girl.

“I wouldn’t recommend putting your clothes from last night on, they’re probably still wet. I can grab a shirt from Duff’s stuff to help you cover up,” Del nodded at Slash’s kind offer, but before Slash could get up to help Duff walked into the room.

“And this is my cue to leave. I believe Duff has this under control,” Del shot Slash a quick smile as he headed out of the room to enjoy some breakfast. For the first time, Slash was kind to her. Usually he just existed in the room she was in and never truly interacted with her, but now...now he was kind.

Izzy’s words echoed through Duff’s head as he joined Del on his bed. He had to be slow and gentle with her.

“How are you feeling,” Duff played with her hair as he spoke, watching the curls bounce as he dropped them.

“I’m sore, and I feel gross,” this caught Duff off guard as a frown flashed across his face.

“Like you regret it,” Duff let a sigh escape him. Fuck, Izzy was right.

“No, I don’t regret it. I regret the fact that you don’t have a nice shower though,” Del teased back in attempt to make him smile. It worked, and she felt her heart flutter as a smile formed and she guided him gently ontop of her.

“Ohh is someone ready for round two?” A cocky smirk was placed across the bassist’s features as he hovered over Del.

Del let out a soft chuckle before shaking her head no.

“I’m still sore Duffles,” she cupped his chin as she watched a smirk cross his features. This was a view Duff would do anything to see. His small little Del, under him in full view.

“Did you...did you make breakfast?” Del asked, trying to change the scene that had unfolded in front of her.

“Yeah, and Mags brought apples,” Del smiled at the mention of Mags. It was good to hear that she left the apartment.

“How...how tense is it out there?”

“Well Steven is asleep, and Mags came in with a bitchy attitude so pretty tense?” Del was caught off guard by Duff’s tone. Del knew she should have said something, stand up for Mags but she remained silent. Something was wrong, and Del didn’t want to add more fuel to the fire.

“Is everything...okay?” Del asked as Duff climbed off her and dug through his bag and handed her on of his shirts. She knew he wasn’t mad at her, but she still wanted to know why he was pissed.

“Yeah,” Duff’s one world answer irked Del, but she quickly brushed it off.

“Come one Duffles, you can tell me anything,” Del quickly got out of bed and walked over towards Duff. As the words escaped her lips, she laced her fingers into his shoulder length hair.

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself Axl!” Del dropped her hand from Duff’s hair and snapped her attention towards the kitchen. She couldn’t see a thing since the door was closed, but she recognized who the screaming was coming from.

Del turned back towards Duff to see a scowl had formed on his face. In attempt to lighten the mood, she said “Mags knows that there is probably a line of people who are waiting for Axl to go fuck himself.”

This earned a small smile from the blonde and Del quickly got dressed in Duff’s shirt he handed her.

“Duff, can I borrow some shorts too?”

Del froze as Duff's laughter filled the room.

“I love you Delly, but my shorts are going to be a little too big on you,” Duff teased back, earning a playful eye roll from the girl. He wasn’t wrong, Del looked like a twig compared to Duff.

She threw Duff’s shirt on and followed him out to some breakfast. Her stomach rumbled as the smell of a freshly cooked breakfast drowned her senses.

“Good morning lovebirds!” Slash bellowed as Duff guided a slowly moving Del into the kitchen.

Izzy and Slash shared knowing looks as they watched how slowly Del was walking. They were defiantly going to tease Duff about this later, once Del wasn’t in the room.

Duff and Del sat down at the table joining the rest of the band minus Axl. Del figures he was probably in his room either lying on his bed or drawing in attempt to calm himself down. She wished there was something she could do to help, but she wasn’t in the position to do that at the moment.

“Thanks, Izz! It smells amazing,” Del said as Izzy placed a plate of eggs in front of her.

“Hey! I’m the one who made it!” Laughter echoed through the tiny apartment as Duff spoke.

“It tastes delicious,” Del said before kissing him on the cheek.

Axl was the last to join the group. He almost froze as he sat down as he saw Del at the table. Her hair was a curly mess that framed her features perfectly. To Axl, she looked like an angel in his shirt that she was practically swimming in. He had forgotten that he gave that old shirt to Duff a month or so ago, and now after seeing Del wear it part of him wished he had kept it.

Feeling Axl’s stare, and immediately misinterpreting it why he was staring, Del quickly spoke, “Ohh...I can..I can eat in another room..if you guys want to have a band meeting. I can go eat with Mags..wherever she went off to.” Del began to look around left and right to see where her friend went.

“Mags left. She just stopped by to drop off some food,” Del knew that Mags didn’t leave by choice. By the tone in Steven’s voice she knew that Mags was kicked out.

“You’re not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me now..like it or not,” Duff whispered into Del’s ear earning a sweet smile to cross her lips.

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“Come on Beth, we are almost there and then you can take the blindfold off,” Mark said as he guided the blindfolded girl through the church basement. His heart was racing a million miles per a minute, and he couldn’t believe he was going to finally do it. He was going to propose to her. He felt giddy, excited, and nervous all at the same time. He had finally found the right moment to propose to her.

“It smells amazing! Are you sure we are still in the church?” Beth asked as Mark guided her to sit down.

“Yes, and you can take off your blindfold,” Mark couldn’t help, but smile as Beth remained silent as she took in the room.

The first thing she noticed was that the room was illuminated by candles instead of the ugly yellow lights that traditional illuminated the room. The second was the rose petals on the floor. The third wwas photos taped to the wall.

“5,110 days….that’s how long I’ve known you. We met when we were 5 years old. I am going to be honest, but I don’t remember much from back them. This though….this memory I will always remember,” Mark pointed at the first picture that he had tape in the wall only a few hours ago.

Beth let out a giggle as she stared at the photo. It was of Beth and Mark covered in flour. Their smiles were large as they posed for a photo which Beth assumes Mark’s mother took the photo since from what she remembered her own mother wasn’t to pleased with the situation at the time.

“It was in the middle of a small bible study, and we were being read from one of those children’s bibles with the large colorful photos. You wanted some cookies for a snack and after begging…..” Beth began to say.

“I didn’t beg!” Mark playfully shot back.

“No you begged because I remember Delilah teased you for a month about it!” Mark shook his head trying to hide his giggle at Beth’s comment, but she was right.

“Anyway, after you harassed the poor book reader he finally said you could go and grab some cookies from the kitchen, but you couldn’t go alone so I had to go with you. Anyway we ended up in the kitchen, but there were no cookies. So we decided to make some….and….” Beth couldn’t contain her laughter as the memories of how poorly their cooking went filled her head.

“I was grounded for a week,” Mark added smirking.

“A week? I was grounded for two months! Delilah and I couldn’t play because of it,” Beth playfully hit him as he spoke.

“I’m assuming I follow the rose petals?” Beth asked as she followed the rose petals towards the next photo. She smiled at the thought of celebrating her four month anniversary with Mark looking through old photos.

Mark nodded and they walked down the rose petal path looking at photos that ranged from their first day at school to after school activities.

“I still think you look good it Delilah’s hot pink tutu,” Beth said as they looked upon a picture taken from one of the talent shows.

“I think my rendition of the sugar plum fairy gave her cute little dance a run for its money,” Mark smiled as Beth’s laughter filled the room. They were just 12 years old when that photo was taken, and even back then he wore the tutu and jokingly danced around like a fool to make Beth laugh.

“Which one is your favorite?” Beth asked as they walked in front of the 12th photo.

“The last one,” Mark smiled as he purposely focused on the picture. If he looked at her he would cry because the last one was going to be a special memory.

“And which one is that?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,” Mark sneakily replied earning an eye roll from Beth.

The next photo was from their eight grade graduation. Beth, Delilah, Mark, and Matt were posing in front of the church holding their little diplomas in the air with the pride of a college graduates who had just earned their doctorates in advanced medicine.

“Do you remember how much of a fuss you were making because the cap flattened you hair,” Beth smiled as she pointed at the picture.

“Do you know how many photos my mother took that day? My brothers would still be making fun of me if I looked bad in those photos!”

“Ohh Mark...they make fun of you anyway,” Beth teased before she headed towards the next photo. It was from Halloween when they were 15.

“Do you remember when Delilah was told she couldn’t be Tinker Bell because Tinker Bell was inappropriate?” Beth asked as she looked at the photo.

“If I remember right it was because Tinkerbell promotes sin because she was a needy attention hog or something like that?”

“And how Delilah was so busy complaining that she forgot to tell her mother what she actually wanted to be for Halloween, so she went as a princess,” Mark couldn’t help but laugh at the memory of Delilah.

“Then Matt kept telling people she was the princess from the princess and the pea. How would warm the people who handed out candy that Delilah was cranky because she didn’t get a lot of sleep the night prior because of a pea under her mattress,” Mark and Beth’s laughter once again filled the room before heading onto the next photo.

After 20 more minutes of reminiscing on other photos, Mark guided Beth towards a room filled with even more flower petals and a candle. Beth smiled as the smell of roses engulfed the room. The small room had a table and some tables and chairs pushed against the walls with a large mirror in the center. Beth could tell that he tried to hide what the room actually was, but she recognized it. This is the room where Matt, Mark, Delilah, and her would hang out every day.

“Mark, I know you didn’t intend for this to be creepy, but I’m getting horror movie vibes,” Beth half joked as she looked around the room.

“Where is the photo?” Beth added while continuing to look around the room.

“Come,” he held both of Beth’s hands and stood in front of the mirror. Beth was hesitant, but let him guide her out of curiosity.

“Beth, from the moment I met you I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my days with you. Whether it was getting in trouble for attempting to make cookies or just spending time with you on that ugly floral couch, I love spending every moment with you. I feel like I can be my true self when I’m with you,” Mark felt the nerves come back as he spoke.

“I love you too,” Beth smiled as she squeezed his hands tight.

“Beth Marie Jacob,” Beth gasped as she watched him get down on one knee.

“This afternoon we reminisced over some of my favorite memories for every year I have known you,” Mark pauses as he watched tears of happiness slowly flow down Beth’s face.

“Will you make one more memory with me tonight?” Mark pulled out the small box he had kept in his pocket for the past month.

“Will you Beth Marie Jacob marry me?” Mark’s heart stopped as the words escaped his lips. A sliver of fear slipped into his thoughts that she would laugh at him or say no.

“Yes! Ohh God yes, I love you,” The tears now began to stream down her face as Mark put the ring on her finger, and kissed her.

“I love you too!” Mark spun her around causing her to fill the room with her giggles and screams of joy.

Once they let go of each other they turned and stared into the mirror.

“I think this is my favorite memory too,” Beth smiled as she continued to look at her and Mark.

Mark watched as a frown quickly formed on her face.

“What?” Mark pulled Beth in close attempting to comfort her.

“I just...I wish Delilah was here to share this memory with us,” Beth spoke no louder than a whisper.

In that moment, Mark kissed Beth’s forehead and made up his mind. He was going to go to Sunset Strip and bring Delilah home, no matter what.

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howaminotinthestrokesyet · 4 years ago

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Where Have They Gone Now: Axl Rose

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

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

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

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

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

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

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jaxl-road · 5 years ago

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Scar Tissue chapter 5

Duff’s fashion expertise is called upon, Slash’s criminal expertise is called upon, and it might not be a date but it’s close enough for Slash.

Pairings: Slash/Duff

Warnings: Self-esteem issues and((not in this chapter)) Implied/discussed past abuse (non-explicit)

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Slash could have cried with relief as things finally seemed to return to normal around him. Well, as normal as things ever were with Guns N’ Roses.

Axl finally emerged from his black mood, jumping right back into pushing his bandmates to get moving with their music, which meant Izzy could relax as well. Tommy’s advice to Steven regarding Vince had been “just fucking talk to him, dude,” and Steven had wholeheartedly agreed and then immediately worked on avoiding the blonde singer like it was his job, which meant he had no problem throwing himself into his drumming. Music was a safe space for all of them; when they practiced they didn't feel like they had to walk on eggshells around each other.

Of course, as they got back into writing and rehearsing their music, Slash had to keep his head down in order to focus on his playing instead of being distracted by their bassist. He had assumed he’d be used to the tall blonde by now, at least enough to be able to play with him without snapping a string and making a fool of himself.

But Duff was so different when he played bass. He was always so tense, even when he joked and partied with the rest of them, always a little bit wary and nervous, eyes following any hand that moved too close, looking over his shoulder every few minutes. Slash couldn’t help but worry sometimes. He wished he knew what to do to help the other boy relax. Even when Duff laughed it felt like he was bracing himself for… something.

And yet all of that went away when GNR played together. Duff played their existing songs flawlessly, and he came up with amazing riffs for new songs, and when he played it was like everything weighing him down got left at the door. Suddenly he could move freely, dancing with the music and flipping his hair back when it got too wild in his face. When the music started, Slash couldn’t help but feel like Duff was the most himself. It was attractive as fuck.

By the end of rehearsal, there were strands of sweat-slick blonde hair stuck to Duff forehead and Slash decided it’d be a good idea to just count stains on the carpet for a bit.

“We sound awesome,” Axl grinned, chugging a bottle of water, “which is good considering I twisted Motley’s arm and we’re opening for them next Thursday," he tacked on nonchalantly.

“Wait what?” Slash snapped his head over to the singer, the rest of the band wearing similar expressions of shock, “Since when?”

"Got a solid confirmation yesterday."

"Dude!" Steven flailed indignantly, his eyes panicked, "You gotta run that shit by the rest of us!"

"Why?" Axl pouted, "It's been way too long since we last performed, and Motley's been bringing good crowds so it's perfect." He frowned, "What, do you not want to do the show?"

"It's the fucking principle of it!" Slash huffed, while Steven groaned into his hands.

Izzy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Look, it's already done, so let's not get all fucked up about it," he turned to Axl, "But next time, call a fucking band meeting or something. We live in a shoebox together, just fucking yell or whatever."

The singer didn't look completely convinced, but he hummed in agreement which was enough for Slash at least. But Steven still looked distressed.

"Fuck," he let his head drop onto his drums, "you're ruining my plans for avoiding Vince."

Axl's eyes lit up, "Ooooh, make sure I'm around if you punch him again. Or at least take pictures."

"I'm not going to fucking punch him again!"

"...Well that's disappointing," Axl huffed.

Packing up their things, they soon found themselves sitting around a table at a bar, having migrated towards alcohol without even thinking.

"Should we change our look a bit?" Slash asked suddenly, catching his bandmates off guard.

"What do you mean?” Axl frowned defensively, “What’s wrong with our look?”

"Just for the show at least," Slash shrugged, "I mean, Motely Crue has a pretty hardcore, over the top aesthetic, so the audience will probably be into that sort of thing. Maybe we should play up some glam ourselves." The singer hummed in consideration, and Slash quickly chugged more of his beer as a thought clicked in his head, “Duff used to play all sorts of punk stuff in Seattle!” He pointed at the bass played excitedly, “He could definitely help us get the look down!”

Duff nearly choked on his drink, face flushing, “I-I mean…”

Steven gasped dramatically, “Are we gonna get makeovers? This is gonna be awesome, I’m fucking down for this!”

Suddenly, despite their initial hesitation, most of the band found themselves debating who could pull off the glam look better, and what sort of looks they could do, and guessing what Duff would come up with even as the bassist quietly gaped at them.

“You guys are… serious?”

His words were quiet, but still caught the attention of all four bickering friends. “Sure,” Izzy shrugged, “What’s the harm? Especially if it can catch us some more attention.”

“Plus we can fuck with the Crue,” Axl grinned deviously.

“Of course that’s why you’re agreeing,” Slash shoved his shoulder lightly.

“Well…” Duff drawled, smirking into his drink, “I dunno, I only have like, a week and a half. I think I need some fairy godmother shit to turn you pumpkins into anything glam.”

“Oh fuck you!” Izzy laughed, as they all started complaining over each other. But Duff was laughing too, and Slash felt his heart stop when the bassist leaned against him just slightly. The past week felt so far away now, as the boys all got drunk or high or both, laughing and sharing delusions of grandeur. He tossed an arm around Duff’s shoulders and kept it there for the rest of the evening.

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“Hey, Slash?”

The guitarist practically shot up when he heard Duff’s voice. It was a week before their show, and when he woke up to an empty room and a silent house Slash had assumed the bassist was at work or something, resigning himself to strumming on his guitar lazily and maybe getting high while he mentally debated the least awkward way to kiss a man so absurdly tall. So seeing him here in front of him, shuffling in the doorway of their room, had him lighting up.

“Duff! I didn’t know you were home!”

Shrugging, he hummed, “I just ran out for a little bit. But, um…” his fingers tapped against his thigh nervously, “Y’know how you told me about how you used to steal shit as a kid just for fun or whatever?”

Slash’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Now that he thought about it, he vaguely recalled rambling about his klepto days during one of the times they had been hanging out- Duff’s voice had trailed off shakily when Slash asked about what growing up in Seattle had been like, and he’d been desperate to get that sad expression off the other man’s face and so he had launched into tales of his own wild childhood, drawing shy laughs from the bassist until he was relaxed again.

Honestly though, he hadn’t expected it to ever come back up, “Yeaaaah…?” he stretched the word out with an almost suspicious tone.

But then Duff looked up at him, grinning slowly, and Slash felt his heart stop in the best way possible, “Wanna help me out with something?”

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“Oh fuck yes, this is perfect!” Duff darted forward excitedly, snatching a button up top made of sheer black lace off the rack. He held it up, brow furrowed as he considered the garment seriously, “Do you think this would suit Steven or Izzy better?”

“Hm, I’m gonna say Izzy,” Slash grinned.

This was the second thrift store they had hit. Duff had pouted when he mentioned the band’s existing wardrobes, “I get it, we all love leather,” he had rolled his eyes and Slash felt practically giddy at seeing this side of the bassist, “but we could use a little bit of variety for fucks sake.”

So Slash happily trailed along, chiming in when Duff pulled different articles of clothing out, the two of them discussing what would look best on who, and looking over their shoulders as they shoved their chosen items into their jackets and under their shirts.

Duff treated his mission with exaggerated gravity, carefully debating each item that caught his eye before committing to it, struggling to fight back a smirk every time he held up two items for Slash to choose between, “Choose wisely. Lives are at stake here. Don’t fucking laugh, Slash, this is very serious business! Our band’s future depends on whether or not you choose pinstripes or leopard print!”

By the time they reached the third thrift store, Duff was mostly looking for accessories, rifling through bins of jewelry while Slash eyed a derby bowler hat and contemplated how to sneak it out of the store without damaging it.

Twirling the hat on his finger, he couldn’t resist watching Duff for a minute, a small smile on the taller man’s face as he hummed mindlessly, stealthily slipping some rings and bracelets into his coat pocket before turning his attention to a box of scarves.

“You’re having fun with this, aren’t you?” Slash grinned, “Getting back into the punk and glam aesthetic.”

Duff snapped his head up, giving Slash a quick wide eyed glance before looking away again, trying to hide his blush, “Um, I mean, I’m not…”

Immediately, Slash felt a little guilty for pulling the bassist out of the moment, replacing his carefree movements with nervous fidgeting, so he reached out to tug on a strand of blonde hair lightly, “Hey,” he smiled softly when he finally got Duff to look at him again, “I think it’s awesome. Plus I can’t wait to see you rocking a punk look.”

Laughing lightly, Duff smacked his hand away playfully. Turning back to the scarves he was searching through, he shyly looked at Slash out of the corner of his eye before admitting hesitantly, “...When I first moved to LA I had blue hair.”

“No way!” Slash felt himself grinning excitedly, trying to picture the image in his head, reaching out again to twirl Duff’s hair between his fingers, “That’s fucking rad. Why’d you get rid of it?”

Shrugging, Duff examined a silver sequined scarf intensely, “It was… someone told me it looked dumb. And, I mean, they weren’t wrong. It didn’t really… do me any favors,” he tried to laugh it off as he stood, holding the chosen scarf close, but he seemed almost sad as he cast a glance towards the guitarist.

“Oh, that’s some bullshit. Who told you that?” Because Slash wanted words with whoever had the nerve to say something like that to Duff. But the bassist only shrugged, so he continued earnestly, “You couldn’t look bad if you tried.”

Blinking in surprise, Duff turned away, “Oh shut up,” he blushed.

But the guitarist only smiled wider as he pressed, “Pretty sure you could shave your head and still be unfairly hot.”

“Stop it!” he pushed Slash away lightly with a huff of laughter and started to walk away down the aisle, muttering, “You don’t get to call me hot when you’re standing right there.”

It felt like a record scratch in his head, “Come again?” Slash was pretty sure his jaw was on the floor.

“I- what?” Duff glanced over his shoulder nervously for just a second before walking a little faster, “Nothing.”

“Hold up, what did you just say?” Darting in front of the blonde, Slash stood to face him, a smirk slowly spreading across his face.

“Nothing, I didn’t say anything,” he answered too quickly, face bright red.

“Oh no no no,” Slash held his arms out to block Duff’s way when he tried to walk around him, grinning like a cat with a bowl of cream, “You think I’m hot?”

“I-” Sputtering for a moment, the bassist couldn’t seem to get any words out. So instead he turned on his heel and started walking the other direction.

“Oh come on, man!” He followed after, laughing, “Do you need me to call you hot again first?”

“No!” When he turned back to face him Duff looked almost horrified. He quickly ducked his head in a vain attempt to hide the bright red of his cheeks.

“Cause you are,” Slash sing-songed, stepping a little closer, “You’re crazy hot. Distractingly attractive. I can go into more detail if you want-”

“Okay! Alright! Stop! Stop making fun of me!” Duff snapped suddenly. He was still blushing, twisting the scarf between his hands nervously. But now he seemed upset, brow furrowed and shoulders stiff and hiked up around his ears. Slash could see the tension in his jaw as he ground out, “I get it, okay? You’re like, the hottest guy in LA and I probably look like a fucking joke next to you, you don’t need to rub it in.”

Even as Duff spun around and started walking away again, it took a moment for Slash to even process his words. He couldn’t wrap his head around it, but he felt like he just stuck his finger in an open wound. Quickly rushing forward, he grabbed Duff’s elbow to gently pull his tense body to a stop, “Woah, hey, hold on-”

Duff swallowed thickly, looking away in something like shame as he sighed, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Did you think I was being sarcastic?” Slash asked incredulously.

“I-” he blinked in confusion, shuffling his feet nervously, “I mean…” he trailed off, shrugging in answer.

“Dude,” the word comes out on a breath, because Slash doesn’t even feel like he has room to be shocked or confused right now. He’s too busy being sad. “Dude, no,” he shook his head vehemently, “I was definitely not being sarcastic. I wasn’t joking. I think you’re hot as Hell,” I think you’re fucking beautiful, is what he wants to say, but something about it feels like too much too soon, especially when Duff is staring at him in blatant disbelief, still clutching that slivery scarf in a white-knuckled grip like a lifeline, “You are a seriously good-looking guy,” he gave a grin he hoped was soothing, “and hey, there’s no reason we can’t both be hot, right?”

It took a moment, but finally the bassist snorted lightly, offering a weak smile in return, “So diplomatic. We’re definitely going to have to put you in charge of anything press related when we finally make it big, the rest of us would probably fuck up even with a script.”

He always does that, Slash has realized. This wasn’t the first time Duff had slipped and revealed a glimpse of what Slash was coming to realize was a very battered and fragile self-worth, not that it ever ceased to catch the guitarist completely off guard. But if Slash tried to challenge him on his opinions of himself, Duff would simply smile and redirect the conversation, not arguing, but not agreeing. It made no sense to him. He couldn’t grasp what he was witnessing.

But he got the feeling he was collecting pieces to a puzzle whose picture he already didn’t like.

“I can’t decide if I’m excited for the day Axl punches someone on camera or not,” Slash gave Duff his out. He always did.

Duff laughed, his shoulders relaxing at the new topic, “It’ll depend on whether the person he punches deserves it or not.”

“Good point.”

He knew he'd have to talk to Duff about this eventually. But not yet. He didn't think either of them were ready yet.

With some careful timing, they got out of the store with their pilfered goods, shoving the fabric and jewelry into a couple backpacks they had stashed in an ally around the corner. “Okay, just one more stop,” Duff announced, turning a corner and heading down the street.

“Yeah? Where?” Slash asked.

“Drug store, we gotta grab some makeup,” he stated as if the answer was obvious.

Slash frowned in confusion, “But we already have makeup at home.”

The look of sheer offense Duff shot him had him biting back a smile, “A few broken eyeliner pencils that probably should have been tossed out years ago is not going to cut it Slash.”

Snickering, Slash shook his head as they continued walking. They hadn’t gone far when Duff’s eyes landed on a woman walking towards them, a small Victoria’s Secret bag in her hand. After she passed, the bassist eagerly slapped at Slash’s arm to get his attention.

“What, what, what?” he playfully pushed Duff’s hand away, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

The bassist smirked mischievously, “A bra, a car battery and some jumper cables walk into a bar…”

“Oh no,” he groaned dramatically, but he was already smiling.

“The car battery and jumper cables go find a seat while the bra asks the bartender for three beers. The bartender replies, ‘I’m not serving you! You’re obviously off your tits and your two mates look like they’re about to start something’!”

Snorting, Slash quickly dissolved into laughter, elbowing Duff in the ribs as the other man grinned triumphantly, “Goddamn it, Duff,” he shook his head in a mix of fondness and disbelief, “Where do you get this shit?”

Still laughing, the two made their way into the store, heading to the makeup aisle and sticking out like sore thumbs. It didn’t take very long, Duff seemed to know exactly what he wanted, grabbing a few eye shadow kits, some mascara, and, to Slash’s surprise, a few tubes of lipstick. He knew Motley Crue usually wore lipstick, but he hadn’t expected Duff to use it for them.

They were heading towards the exit when a stern looking man wearing an employee vest called out, “Hey! You two! Wait right there!”

For a moment, the two rockers were frozen, watching the manager approach with an angry scowl on his face. They should have been more careful, Slash cursed to himself, they were practically the poster boys for suspicious characters in a place like this. Glancing over at Duff, the bassist looked back at him, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights.

Fuck it.

“Go, go, go, GO!” Slash grabbed Duff’s hand, dragging him quickly out the door and onto the street.

“Hey! Get back here!”

The manager screamed after them, but they didn’t stop. Turning and bolting, Slash pulled Duff behind him, weaving through the scattered people in their way and shoving through a group of screeching older women. The shouts and curses of the store manager got more distant, the man clearly not bothering to run after them. Still, they kept running for another three blocks before ducking between two buildings just to be safe.

Leaning against the brick wall, they both panted loudly, their backpacks heavy with stolen goods and hanging loosely from their shoulders. After a few minutes, wherein they both caught their breaths and assumed that no one was chasing them, they turned to look at each other.

Then they burst out laughing.

Within moments they were out of breath again, leaning against each other as they laughed hysterically, “Oh my fucking God,” Duff snickered, “This is why I wanted you to come with me.”

“I can’t believe we were so smooth all day and then nearly got taken down in a Goddamn Walgreens,” Slash cackled.

“I want to be surprised but I’m just not.”

“Could you imagine if we had to call the guys to bail us out cause we stole fucking lipstick?”

“They’d probably just leave us there.”

As they caught their breaths for the second time in as many minutes, Slash peeked to look around the corner, “I think we’re in the clear,” he grinned at Duff, “Fuck, I need a drink or something after that.”

“Agreed,” Duff nodded enthusiastically, readjusting his grip on his backpack, “There’s a bar a couple blocks away that also serves pizza,” he suggested.

“Oh fuck yes.”

Moving to exit the side ally, Duff leading the way, Slash suddenly realized that they were still holding hands from their getaway. After a moment of hesitation, he decided not to let go just yet.

After all. Duff hadn’t let go either.

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“Here, you go grab a seat,” The place was relatively crowded, looking like they were catching the end of the lunch rush, and Duff left Slash no room for argument as he gently pushed him in the direction of a small table with two empty seats while he made his way towards the bar.

Slash felt like a teenage girl, already missing the warmth of Duff’s hand in his own as he snagged the table wedged in a corner, sitting right next to a dirty window looking out onto the street. Watching cars pass, he waited for five or ten minutes, wondering what was taking Duff so long.

He got his answer though when the bassist returned, two bottles of beer in one hand and two plates carefully balanced in the other. Slash blinked in surprise as he set down the drinks and slid one of the plates in front of him before sitting down.

Looking down at the two slices of pizza, Slash suddenly realized how hungry he was, grinning gratefully, “Thanks man! What do I owe you?”

But Duff shook his head, “Don’t worry about it, it’s on me.”

“What? Are you sure?” Slash frowned.

“It’s fine, really,” Duff insisted, “It’s like, a thanks. For helping out and shit.”

“You don’t have to do that-” Slash started to argue, but Duff cut him off.

“Seriously, it’s cool,” his fingers peeled at the label on his beer as he looked up and sent Slash a shy smile, “If it makes you feel better, you can pay next time, okay?”

Next time.

“Okay,” Slash answered slowly, focusing everything he had on not grinning like an idiot. But he was so focused on trying to play it cool that the words slipped out his mouth almost against his will, “Sure. It’s a date.”

Duff choked on his drink a little.

But he didn’t disagree.

#Guns n Roses #gnr #guns n roses fanfiction #my writing #duff/slash #we're getting closer folks

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piratewithvigor · 5 years ago

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Hair Metal Addicts Anonymous: Chapter 2

Description: A group of hair metal gods are gathered for therapy to cure a problem none of them are really sure they even have.

Warning: Slight language warning, mental health troubles

Word Count: 962

Mick paused with his hand on the doorknob and looked back at the circle of chairs, surveying each one slowly before finally making eye contact with me again. Some of the victorious gleam was gone from his eyes. Uncertainty had settled in instead.

“I play guitar. I have for…” he’d had a number in his head before he started talking. It was common amongst all of the group. But as soon as they tried to summon what number it was, it would leave their minds in an instant.

“If anyone can tell me how long they’ve been musicians right now, I will personally make sure you are checked out before the day is through. You’ll be back to your lives of music and then you’ll be able to forget you were ever here. If you can’t, please take a seat.”

The defeat was almost heartbreaking as one by one, each of the members who had stood up took their places around the circle again. Shaky hands pulled cigarettes out of cartons, sharing lighters between them. I wasn’t exactly fond of the habit, but it did calm patients like this. Mercy knows they needed to be calmed.

I’d seen what happened to patients who left the clinic half-adjusted to their new mindsets. If they weren’t fully accepting of the reality around them, they’d only have a month, give or take. The lucky ones would re-commit themselves under different illnesses. The unlucky wouldn’t realise it was an option and remove themselves from the world instead.

I waited until all of them were seated again, even Mick. They each looked defeated. If everything went according to plan, the defeat would remain until they were able to accept their reality.

“As I was saying, you each have a problem. You acknowledged that for yourselves when you noticed you couldn’t remember the date you became musicians.” A murmur of acknowledgement followed my words. None of them were making eye contact with me anymore. Nothing left except for a sullen group who were either angry at themselves or the institution. For now, that didn’t matter. “I want you to repeat after me: ‘hair metal does not exist’.”

My instructions went over about as well as I expected. The sullen anger was immediately switched to vocal denial. I caught a couple of swear words within the cacophony of voices. Perfectly characteristic of hair metal addicts.

“We’re going to be here for a long time if you all don’t cooperate,” I reminded them, tapping my pencil on the clipboard on my lap.

“We’re only here because you fucks are trying to brainwash us!” one of the two straight-haired gentlemen in front of me spoke up.

“How do you figure?”

“I’ve been playing music for longer than I can even remember. And when I moved here, I started singing for a hair metal band.”

“Would you care to share more?” I asked, flipping quickly to the name that matched the face. I’d be making notes on what he said that could assist with his treatments.

He paused as he looked around himself. All eyes were on him. Everyone was eager to not have my attention on them. I was warned it would be the case. Sighing dramatically, he stood up and looked me in the eye as he crushed his cigarette beneath his heel instead of in the ashtray. His little demonstration of rebellion.

“My name is W. Axl Rose, and I’m a hair metal addict.” He began just the same way Mick had, with a sneer in his voice and danger in his eyes. Whether or not it was simply inside his mind, he seemed like a dangerous man.

“I’m the lead singer for Guns N Roses, maybe you’ve heard of us.” A delusional sense of grandeur. Another classic symptom. “My entire band is here too- Slash, Duff, Izzy and Steven,” he pointed at each one in turn. All made-up names, according to the list on my lap. “Our first album was the best-selling first album of any band ever.” Axl seemed to be a bit of a smug bragger, and it seemed to be working in the minds of his peers. Everything I’d already said was being wiped from their minds; they were believing his every word and not feeling anything except jealousy. I felt as if I should intervene, but if I did so, Axl would likely shut down. I needed him to talk himself through the chain of events that led him here.

“What made the album so good?” I asked. It wasn’t exactly an intervention, but it would push him along the correct path of realization.

“The songs on it, obviously. It was a group effort. The camaraderie is what made it so good.”

“Tell me about them.” That was the question that was going to make him falter. They didn’t exist. He could swear they did, but no matter how hard he tried to remember, he never would.

“There’s… well... “ his cheeks only grew more red as time passed. It only took a few seconds of stammering before he sat back down with a soft, self-deprecating “fuck”.

“I’m sure if the rest of you tried to name even a single song from one of your albums, you’d come across the same problem as Axl. What we’re going to work on in this group is the fact that your songs don’t exist. Your albums don’t exist. Everything you think about your bands isn’t true. They’re figments of your imaginations, sometimes collective imaginations.” I looked over at the four Axl had pointed out. “The names you go by aren’t your own. I think you know that, deep down. I have no doubt you’re all very good friends, but in reality, you know nothing about each other.”

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sebaxl-rosebach-love · 7 years ago

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Sebaxl FF: A Ticket to Heaven, Chapter 1

You don’t need a ticket to heaven, if you can afford to sniff cocaine.

You don’t need someone to take care of you. Pleasure is all you need to feel good. Alive.

You do not need love. You do not need even yourself. You don’t exist anymore.

Silence.

It's so nice to enjoy self-destruction, isn’t it?

“Sebastian…” A voice, a small movement. Axl Rose's hand firmly gripped around the shirt of the most stupid person in the universe, the nostrils stained with white gold.

“Axl? Are you okay?” A quick response, clouded by the rapid disperse of cocaine in Sebastian's veins. Liquid eyes of suffering that rested on the body of the singer, severely bent over the other. Trembling with anguish.

“I told you a million times that you have to stop with this bullshit.” A new rebuke that escaped from his red silk lips.

“And I told you a million times that you're not my mother, and that I can control myself.”

How bad was it to hear the truth? So naked in his tragic essence to hurt his ears.

"You can’t control yourself, and don’t talk to me about drugs, dickhead. Do I have to remember you who my bandmates are? And what about these bottles? I bet you’re so drunk you can’t even get up.”

A new, unexpected cry, Axl’s eyes sprayed by a veil of sadness that, immediately, turned into bitter tears.

“I just sniffed a few strips, I'm fine.” Lies have never tasted better than that.

“Will you be fine even when you’ll be death because of this shit? When you’ll become so addicted that you can’t even get up in the morning without your dose?” Those drops of terror bathed Sebastian's face. In that moment, he was feeling as small as a poor child, walking for the first time in a world that doesn’t belong to him. Axl was crying, and he was fine with that. Cocaine was fine with that.

“I already told you that I’m fine, and I will never get addicted to drugs.”

“Then, you'll have to be fine without me. I’m tired of you. I’m tired of Slash, Duff, Izzy and Steven slowly killing themselves.”

Rapid steps that echoed in the dark fog of his mind, the fire of his hair dancing in the distance and moving away, was blurred until it disappeared into the darkness of the room.

Was Sebastian alone? Was there anyone, different from the bottle of Whiskey strewn on the floor? No. There was no one there. Not even Sebastian.

That dressing room was his home, his grave, his dreams and his biggest nightmares at the same time.

“Axl, Axl, where are you?” He looked around, stirred, moved behind the backstage… looking for his heart, but there wasn’t even his shadow. How many hours had passed? He could only remember that he had hidden himself in the dressing room, that he had received a visit from Axl... and their wet, noisy kisses.

Then, the emptiness. His sadness, his tears, his figure disappearing. He crossed a curly outline that advanced in front of him.

"Slash, where’s Axl?” A request, more like a quiet sobbing than to a real demand. He looked at him with eyes shining of curiosity, while the expectation of an answer was devouring him.

“In his dressing room, but he doesn’t want to see you. He did nothing but talk about you and how worried he is. Leave him alone, at least for a few hours, because I would just like to play for our fans, this night, and not being trapped into another gay soap opera. Thank you.”

Sebastian did not even have time to reply, as Slash was dragged away by Duff.

“Skid Row on stage in five minutes!” And there he was, so lost in his egoism that he had even forgotten his primary purpose. The motivation for which he found himself, every single day, in the company of the most dangerous band of the world. In the arms of a living mystery.

On that stage, his inner demon stirred. He prayed to him so that he could receive grace and escape from that poisoned body; and the only escape route could be found in the songs he sang. A peak of voice, words shouted and fed to a thrilling crowd of fanatics who, just to spend even a few moments with him, would have given their lives. He ran furiously, leaning on his bandmates, almost looking for help. And his gaze was hidden in the crowd, then came back hitting the backstage, but nothing could satisfy his silent emptiness.

“We’ve been fantastic!” Shouted Rob. What a little, unconscious angel.

What if it was cocaine that made their performance fantastic? What if his whole existence began to gravitate around that shit?

“Yes, and I'm curious to see how our buddies will act.” Dave broke in, quickly drying his dampened hair.

Guns N’ Roses wouldn’t have performed without a singer, and this was the only certainty on which, at that moment, he could have counted.

A deep bitter sigh escaped from his trembling lips, as he admired Slash's sudden entrance, followed by Duff and Izzy. Sebastian believed that the arrival of Axl had stopped the time, dragging him almost into a parallel dimension. He jumped on the stage and forced the whole world at his feet.

At least, he was fine. What worried him the most was what he had combined in that period that followed their sudden separation.

“Sebastian, what the fuck are you doing? You have to sing My Michelle with him.” A reproach that made him aroused by his state of restless unconsciousness. His walk was uncertain, as if he had risked to find himself stuck into the ground, after each step.

He was immersed again in its natural environment. He did not remember the words of the song, or… maybe, it was Axl's presence that drained everything, starting from his soul broken into a thousand sharp splinters. Sebastian looked at him, but he received nothing in return. He waved around him, touched him, waited to receive his attention, but Axl was not there.

Every glance Sebastian gave him, deprived him of his dignity. He was trying to save himself, but it was too late.

He had approached a man choked by his tragic memories, from a situation too complicated even to be thought of. He had kissed him, loved him, and then poisoned him with his own attitude.

He was in danger of losing Axl because of a few grams of pure pleasure.

The concert was about to end. Sebastian, after taking part in those five minutes of pure madness, had hidden back in the backstage. His band mates had already begun to celebrate, and it was not even midnight. Probably, the next day, they would wake up with underwear in their hair and spend a hundred dollars in medicines for headaches.

And he would have gladly did it too, allowing his blood to be drained and, later, replaced by pure alcohol. There was nothing sweeter than pure alcohol, right?

“Seb, what the fuck are you doing here? You sang My Michelle, there are still a couple of songs missing, and GnR will come with us.”

Murmured Rob, trying to fit, as usual, in the role of a friend able to erase all worries.

That night, however, his gently, apprehensive attitude wouldn’t have helped anyone.

“No, no... I'll join you later, I’m waiting for a person.” Sebastian answered, keeping his eyes down, his body pressed against the wall. His feet never looked more attractive than that.

Rob raised an eyebrow. Perhaps, Sebastian was the happiest person he knew, and he never had noticed a frown of concern, that serious, marking his face.

“Dude, why don’t you just tell me what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I’m just swimming in a sea of shit. Go with the others.”

“You think I'm stupid, isn’t it?”

“What? It's absolutely not true!” Sebastian moved away from the wall and stood next the drummer.

“It is, because you think that I didn’t understand anything about the situation ... Look, I saw you while you were touching Axl’s butt, last week, and I heard your speeches... Let me clarify it, I'm not stupid.”

And the only fool, as usual, was just him, who had let himself be carried away by the voluptuous shapes of the singer, without paying too much attention to those who were around them. Oh, if he only had a closet in front of him…

“He doesn’t want to talk to me anymore, because he thinks that I could become addicted to cocaine.”

“Sebastian, you're not a stupid person, and you know very well how dangerous it is! Maybe he's right. But now, I'll leave you alone.”

Rob walked toward Dave, Rachel and Scotti; they were cheering him and Sebastian, but he couldn’t even hear their voices.

His gaze was attracted by the figure of Axl, wearing only shorts. He was moving away from the stage. His walk was firm, wound, and the charm that had exploded during the concert continued to permeate him like a tight glove.

His throat was dry. Trembling hands and a stream of words that, nestled in his tongue, were able to manifest themselves with a simple request. “Axl, holy shit! We need to talk.”

“You are not my mom, and you’re not going to tell me what I’m going to do.”

#fanfiction #angst #sebaxl #sebastian bach #axl rose #love #ship #otp #shipping #pairing #gay ship #rock #metal #singers #fiction #story

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acrossthestvrs · 7 years ago

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I just wanted to take the time to thank Axl Rose for his existence. And for creating the legendary band that it is today, alongside Izzy Stradlin, Steven Adler, Slash and Duff Mckagan, Guns N' Roses.

Yes, I'm very, very, very grateful all the mentioned individuals are still alive today. Including the past temporary members and the ones from today's lineup. But I wanted to make this mainly about Axl (not only because he's my favorite GN'R member.) But because I've been seeing posts of and about Axl making fun of him, how he looks today, ect.

And this is NOT because I'm being "sensitive" or "I can't take a joke" or whatever. I just want to stick up for my favorite band member and show him some appreciation. The whole "his voice sucks today" comments need to stop, cause in matter of fact, it doesn't. I got the amazing opportunity to see them live this past November 29th at the Forum, (Best day of my existence tbh), and they still sound as good as they did before. Hell, even a lucky fan got to keep Axl's microphone when he threw it at the crowd for someone to catch. (Wish it was me 😭).

The people that call Axl an asshole, do you even know what he went through? Throughout his childhood? When he threatened to kick the guys out of the band it was because he wanted them to stop "dancing with Mr. Brownstone". So they could kick their drug habit, otherwise, they probably wouldn't be here today. And when he started addressing the crowds.. why? Because of an incident where two fans were trampled to death. And on the Erin Everly situation.

That's between them, and they both fucked up. At one point, Axl was about to commit suicide but Erin wrestled the gun away from him. (I'm very grateful to her for that. Most likely eternally grateful). But in the end, they broke each other's heart and she was the inspiration behind a lot of his songs. Let me add that if he would've succeeded on committing suicide, if Erin wouldn't have stopped him, all of a sudden, everyone would've said that he was loved and will be missed. Like no, it doesn't work like that. Show them your love and appreciation while you still can, not when it's too late. It could make a difference.

The media is known for making up bullshit ass stories and disrespecting privacy (the Chester Bennington situation), and they don't know shit yet they call him an asshole? Really?

Anyways, I wanted to make this post because once again, I'm thankful Axl Rose is still around today and I hope he sticks around for a very long time. One of my favorite vocalists died earlier this year, Chester Bennington, and it still hurts from time to time. It's still hard to accept the truth. And I just felt the need to show my my all-time favourite band, Guns N' Roses, frontman, Axl Rose some love and appreciation. He means a lot to me.

#personal #my writing #axl rose #guns n roses #if he had social media id tag him

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lost-in-the-80s · 4 years ago

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Patience

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x (fem) reader

Words: 1,390k

Summary: Imagine finding out Patience is about you. (fluff)

It was a Friday night, you were dancing to Welcome to the Jungle from the backstage, where you watched your brother's band play. They were becoming big now and you never missed a gig of theirs.

They finished the song and thanked the crowd, starting to move back to the backstage area. Duff, Steven and Slash came first, you high fived them as they passed by. The next was your brother, Axl, smiling and hugging you. The last one was Izzy, you never really knew how to act around him and the reason was that you had a huge crush on him since high school.

You shifted from one foot to another while looking at him. "What did you think, Y/N?" He asked smiling. "You guys rocked it!".

"Damn, did you see how packed it was today?" Asked Duff. "Fuck yeah!" You heard Slash say. And so they started talking about how they were being each time more recognized and what they could do to bring more people to the gigs.

You heard their voices, but you couldn't pay attention, not with him in front of you. You admired the way he lifted the cig to his mouth and how his hands passed through his hair so he could see better. He was beautiful!

You felt so childish for feeling like this towards him, but the truth is, it was far away from just a school crush, you loved him and you knew that very well.

Being Axl's twin sister meant that the three of you were always together in Lafayette and when Axl dropped school, Izzy was your only friend there. And during those years something changed inside of you, you stopped seeing him as just your friend. However, you never told him anything, too afraid of rejection.

When you guys graduated, Izzy decided to move to L.A. That broke your heart. You were scared of never seeing him again.

On the day he got on the bus to leave, you hugged him tight and tried your best not to cry in front of him. "I will miss you so much." You said burying your face on his chest. He lifted your face and gave a warm smile "I'm sure we'll see each other again Y/N. You just need to be patient".

Those two years after he left were the worst. You couldn't stop thinking about him. You were afraid he would find himself someone in Los Angeles and you would lose your chance forever.

However, in 1982, Axl got into more trouble with the police, and to not go to jail he decided it was time to move out of that city.

He bluntly stated one day that he'd go to L.A. on the next Sunday and you begged him to take you along.

The reality was, you both had a hell of a life in Lafayette, you both hated going home, with all the religious fanaticism that existed there, and the city could offer nothing interesting to you, and he knew that. So he said yes.

Some years passed since that. You and Axl lived with Izzy since the day one, you got yourself work as a hairstylist to help pay the bills while Axl worked smoking cigarettes for this college research.

You saw the boys go from one band to another until they finally created Guns n’ Roses. You were always there, supporting them and helping them with anything they needed, from money to buy cigarettes to hand out flyers. You liked to say it was because it was your brother's band, but a part of you also did it because you could spend more time with Izzy.

"Y/N! Are you even listening?" It was Axl's voice.

You had gotten lost in your thoughts while staring at Izzy. You finally started to pay attention to the conversation again and realized that Izzy had caught you staring. You blushed furiously and looked to your brother "Sorry, I was thinking about something else".

Axl looked at you, then looked to Izzy and shook his head "I said that I and Slash are going to Beverly Hills tomorrow morning, to talk to this dude that has a bar and see if we can get any gigs there. Do you wanna come too?"

"No, I think I'll stay home and clean things a little" He simply nodded and started to drink from his beer again. It was true, living with 5 guys led the house to always be a mess, plus, Duff and Steven always slept till late, which would give you and Izzy some time alone.

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The next morning you woke up to the bright sun filling your room. You looked to the clock on your night table and noticed it was a little past 9. Stretching you stand up, putting some leggings with a yellow t-shirt, and putting your hair into a bun.

After using the bathroom you started to make your way to the kitchen. As you got in the corridor the sound of a soft acoustic guitar playing got your ear. Turning left you saw Izzy sitting on an armchair. He was humming something while he softly played the guitar.

"Good morning, Iz." You said while grabbing a mug to pour you some of the coffee he had made. "Morning, Y/N!"

"What is it that you're playing? Something new?" He looked up from the guitar and said "Not really, I wrote a while ago. It's called Patience"

"Hmm… why don't you play it to me?"

He simply nodded and started to play again, this time singing loud enough for you to hear. You sat on the couch in front of him and started to pay attention.

The song was beautiful. You could do nothing but to listen and fall even more in love with him.

Said "woman take it slow and things will be just fine"

You and I'll just use a little patience

Said "sugar take the time 'cause the lights are shining bright"

You and I've got what it takes to make it

We won't fake it, I'll never break it

'Cause I can't take it

It was just at the second chorus that you realized that he had written this for someone, not just a random girl but one that he liked enough to wait for.

This thought broke your heart, the time for Izzy to find someone to himself had finally arrived, but you were fast far from being able to see him with somebody.

You wanted to cry, but you told yourself internally not to. You had to remain strong.

When he finished he kept looking at you, waiting for your opinion on the song.

"It was really beautiful Izzy… she's a lucky girl." You said while trying your best to give him a smile.

"I'm glad you like, 'cus it's about you."

You couldn't believe what you had heard. "What?"

"I wrote a couple of weeks after getting here. I couldn't stop thinking about you, and one night, the words came to my mind and I wrote it."

He looked right into your eyes, burning your soul. "Well, say something"

"I… I don't even know what to say" you stared at the floor while trying to absorb what was happening.

"It's fine, I get it. You don't feel the same." He got up and started to leave.

Getting up you shouted "Wait! Izzy!"

He looked back to you "I... I love you!" You almost screamed, afraid that it was already too late.

He smiled at you and came closer "Well I love you to Y/N."

He leaned down a little and gave you a passionate kiss, taking your breath away. His hands gripped your waist while yours rested cupping his face.

When you pulled apart you realized Axl and Slash had just gotten home and were staring at you. Your eyes widened and you let go of Izzy quickly, looking towards Axl afraid of his reaction.

"Well, It was about time!" Axl said while walking towards the kitchen.

Letting go of a breath you didn't know you were holding you looked at Izzy and you both laughed.

"So, what do you think about going to the cinema tomorrow?"

"I'd love to, Iz."

With that, you pecked his lips one more time before joining the boys to have breakfast.

#izzy stradlin #izzy stradlin fic #izzy stradlin imagine #izzy stradlin x reader #guns n roses #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses imagine #harley writes

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lost-in-the-80s · 4 years ago

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First Date

Pairing: Duff McKagan x (fem) reader

Words: 1.421k

Summary: You and Duff go on your first date together. (fluff)

A/N: This is my first fic, so please tell me if it's shitty or not. And tell if you guys think I should write more.

It was a Thursday night, you were working on your shift at The Rainbow when a group of guys entered the place. There were five of them and you had never seen them here before.

The first one was a ginger of average height, he was wearing a blue bandana on his hair, black leather pants and a t-shirt. Right behind him came a brunette guy, taller than the guys around him he wore a black unbuttoned shirt and leather pants. On his side was another brunette, but his hair was curly and he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Then came a blonde boy of average height and fuzzy hair, he wore a white tank top and a pair of jeans.

On your eyes they seemed like nothing out of the usual until the last one entered the place. He was tall. Like, really tall. His hair was blonde and teased, he was wearing black leather pants and a Ramones shirt, and for some odd reason you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

They sat on a table and you got your notepad and went to ask for their orders.

"Welcome to The Rainbow, what can I get you guys today?" They looked at you for a few seconds and your eyes moved to the tall blonde guy, he was staring, so you quickly looked back to the ginger and hoped none of them would notice the blush creeping your cheeks.

"One Tequila, one vodka, one red wine, a beer and one whiskey, please" said the ginger one. You wrote quickly on your notepad before looking back to them and giving a small smile "Alright, I'll be right back".

You went to the bar and told the barman the order. Once he gave you all the booze you went back, putting the different glasses and bottles on the table. "My name is Y/N, if you guys need something else just call me". The blonde with fuzzy hair said thank you to you and gave you a bright smile.

After sometime you were still serving tables when you felt as if someone was looking at you, you looked back and realized it was the tall blonde. However he looked away so quickly that you doubted if he was really looking at you, or if it was just your imagination.

"Y/N!" You heard someone shout. It was Jack, the barman. "I'll have a cig, can you stay at the bar for me for a while?" He asked, already leaving the counter. You just nodded and moved to his previous place.

Not even a minute had passed when you noticed someone approaching the bar, you looked up and there it was, the tall blonde guy. "What can I get you, big guy?"

"Five beers, please" He said with a low voice.

You put the beers on the counter and decided to start some small talk while you opened the bottles. "So… Ramones huh?"

He smiled for a second and you thought that he looked beautiful when he smiled. "You like 'em?"

"Hell yeah!" You said opening the last bottle. He looked in your eyes for some seconds before giving one last smile and taking the beers.

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That was almost a year ago. You smiled to yourself remembering that night while the same five guys entered the bar again.

They had become frequent, coming at least once a week. Guns 'n Roses was now known for almost everybody at the Sunset Strip, they were playing gigs everywhere, including at the Rainbow.

"Hello Y/N!" Said Steven, always smiling. "Hey Stevie, how are you?"

"I'm brilliant" you smiled at him and answered to the hellos of the rest of the group.

You guys have become close during the past months, now you even considered the boys some of your closest friends.

They sat at their typical table and you went over to get their orders. "The same as always?" You asked smiling. "Off course, doll" said Axl.

"How are you Y/N?" Asked Duff. He had a cigarette between his fingers and looked at your eyes so intensely that you thought he could see your soul through them. "I'm just fine Duff"

You touched slightly his shoulder before going to get their booze. You told Jack the order and looked back to the table while waiting. As per usual, Duff was looking at you.

It has been like this since the first day, whenever you would leave the table you would look back to the guys and Duff would be looking at you.

You served them their drinks and moved on with your job. About an hour later you passed near the guys' table and heard they whispering shouting "Don't be a pussy!" "I'm not being one!" "Then go and talk to her!".

When they noticed that you were close they stopped and acted as if nothing was happening. You shrugged and went to cover Jack at the bar for a while.

You looked at the boys' table and they were gesticulating and whispering again. Axl seemed annoyed, Slash was gesturing towards the bar, you could read Steven's lips say "Just Go!" And Izzy seemed bored, as per usual.

Suddenly Duff got up and came in your direction. "More beer?" You asked.

"Hmm… yeah." He said while looking to the counter. You grabbed the bottles and started opening them when he spoke again "Y/N?"

"Duff…"

"I was wondering… Would you… Would you like to go out with me on Friday?" He was still avoiding your eyes.

"I would love to, Duff"

Hearing that he looked up with a bright smile. "Cool".

"How about we meet here at 7pm?"

"Sounds like a plan to me"

He smiled at you again before grabbing the beers and leaving.

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For the rest of that night you couldn't stop smiling. It was Friday now. You had changed shifts with a friend so you could go out with Duff.

You were finishing your makeup. You applied one more layer of mascara and looked at you in the mirror. You wore a simple green dress with your white sneakers and a light makeup. You smiled to yourself and thought "I hope I'm dressed properly".

You grabbed your bag and walked down the few blocks between your apartment and the bar.

Once you got there, Duff was waiting for you outside, he was smoking a cigarette. You took your time to admire him before he could notice you.

He was wearing his famous leather pants, along with a t-shirt and his denim jacket. He noticed you and smiled, tossing his cigarette out.

"Hey. You look gorgeous!" He said as you two hugged. "Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself"

"Let's go?" He asked. You nodded and he hold your hand for the next few blocks to a small and cozy restaurant.

You guys found a table, ordered, and spent the next couple of hours talking about your childhood stories and what you wanted to do in the future. Duff told you about when he lived in Seattle and some stories of his family and you told him about how you moved from San Francisco to try to become an Actress.

You two didn't even realize the time passing by. It was as if time had stopped and just the two of you existed.

You just noticed how late it was because when you came back from the bathroom you noticed that you were the only people remaining there. "I think we should go.." you said "Oh, yeah! Off course."

Duff insisted on walking you to your apartment, and gave you his jacket. You two walked hand in hand, while Duff told you stories of when the band went to Seattle to do a tour.

"Well.. we're here" You said stopping. You knew it was late, but you didn't really want to say goodbye.

"So…" he started. "Do you think we could do this again some day?"

"Off course, Duff"

He smiled down at you and stepped closer. With his hand he put a lock of your hair behind your ear.

He looked you in the eyes, and then looked at your lips then back at your eyes.

He leaned down and his lips touched yours ever so gently that if you didn't know him, you wouldn't think he was in a dangerous rock band.

You two pulled apart after a few seconds and you smiled at him.

"Good night Y/N" he said smiling.

"Good night Duff".

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Gateway Drug | Part Thirty-Four

Table of Content or Part Thirty-Three

Word Count: 4.4k

Warning(s): Explicit language, Mentions of drug abuse, Explicit sexual situations

A/N: To the anon that asked about the pictures before chapters, I gave it a shot. Let me know what you guys think. Cintia Dicker is who I've always imagined as Viv (only difference is Viv has green eyes and Cintia has blue). Have a good night guys!!

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"...We're about to go on in a couple minutes, we're already late." Duff tells me, frustrated, after explaining everything he, Izzy, Axl, Slash, and Steven have endured ever since they left L.A. to embark on their first little tour as a band, along the west coast.

The first stop was his home town, and everything from losing equipment, losing their only form of transportation, hitch hiking in suffocating heat, spending all the money shared between them for a ride, and anything else that could go wrong, happened all under 24 hours.

After getting the full run down on what all had happened once they got back home, I decided the devil works hard, but Guns N' Roses work harder.

"Well, I wish I could have gone but I'm trying to get Nikki to acknowledge Vince before they start touring." I tell him, scrubbing at a soapy dish, the kitchen phone caught between my ear and my shoulder.

"Still?"

"He offered Vince blow the other day, after Vince just got out of jail, and is supposed to be sober. It wasn't blow. It was smack." I explain.

"Oh my God, that's fucked." Duff tells me.

"Him and Tommy thought it was the funniest thing ever so I replaced all their blow with unscented baby powder and flushed the real thing." I explain and he laughs. "They've been wondering why their blow is 'broken'."

"Now, is that what Jesus would do?" He asks jokingly.

"God gave me the idea. I did it. I am a good and faithful servant." I state and he laughs again.

"Oh, I gotta go, Viv." He tells me.

"Alright, good luck." I say, hearing Steven say "Hey, Viv!"

"Steven says 'hey'." Duff lets me know and I smile to myself.

"Tell him I said, 'hey'."

"I will. I'll talk to you again whenever I can." He assures me. "Love you."

"Love you, too."

"Bye."

"Bye-bye."

We both hang up and I rinse the dish I've been working on and place it in the dish wrack.

Glancing at the clock to see it's 8:00pm, Nikki should be back from the studio soon.

I finish up on the dishes and go take a shower since I've been stress cleaning and sweating a little.

By the time I get out and get lounging clothes on, Nikki and Tommy are in the kitchen talking, and go silent when I come in

"Hey, babe." Nikki tells me innocently, he and Tommy exchanging mischevious looks.

"What?" I ask them, glancing between the two of them.

"So...I was thinking..." Nikki starts. "...You know how you told me not to buy the vette last year, right? Because it only had two seats and we might have kids down the line and it's not really a family car."

"Yeah." I reply, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Well, because I'm a responsible husband and a happy wife equals a happy life, I made an investment." He tells me and I cross my arms.

"What kind of investment, Mr. Sixx?" I roll my jaw.

"Well..." Nikki trails off, and I'm darting for the front door before he or Tommy can grab me.

I swing the front door open to see a brand new jeep in the driveway.

"Nikki Sixx!" I spin around and he and Tommy wince a little. "You bought a car?! Another one?!"

"The vette's are the town cars, baby, the jeep is for more practical use."

"Like the motorcycle in our garage is for 'nights out with the guys'?"

"Exactly!" Tommy pipes in.

In a matter of seconds, I'm chasing Nikki back into the house.

"I'm going to kill you!" I threaten him.

"Tommy, grab her!" Nikki laughs out, which only makes me even more upset that my frustration is amusing to him.

Tommy misses me buy a few seconds before I'm jumping over the couch and tackling Nikki, straddling him and pinning him by his forearms.

"We don't have the money for a new car, Nikki!" I tell him, seriously.

"The album releases in two weeks, Viv. We've got more money than you think." He chuckles, assuring me, and I let out a breath as his eyes drift over my body, raising a brow at our position. "But I can pretend we're dirt broke if you promise to keep man handling me."

"Do I need to get you guys the video camera and leave you to it?" Tommy reminds us he's still here.

"Yeah, it's about time to add Volume Three to the collection, anyway." Nikki states, the corner of his mouth pulling up in his signature smirk.

Before your imagination runs wild, none of our sex tapes are still in existence. When Tommy and Vince's got out, I knew damn well I wasn't about to be best known for a sex tape(s)...

So they were all run over in the driveway and lit on fire.

"Speaking of the release," Nikki starts, nudging at me. "Our anniversary's the next week, but what're you wanting to do for a anniversary present—"

"—Your anniversary present is in the garage. And the driveway. And require insurance. And gas. And maintenance." I correct him and he rolls his eyes.

"I meant your present." He tells me. "What do think you might want?"

"I don't know." I shrug, then I remember what day our anniversary falls on, and slowly look at Nikki, my lips pulling into a smug smile.

I'm still not sorry for what I asked for, for our anniversary. But you know what? Hungover, slightly doped up from the night before, and exhausted, my trooper of a husband got himself together long enough to endure his own personal hell.

Nikki glares at me from behind his sunglasses as the preacher leads us into prayer and I nudge him with my elbow a little so he'll at least bow his head and pretend to care.

"Father in Heaven we pray, forgive us of our sins, Lord. God, we ask that you bless this message and prepare the hearts of those that need to hear it. I pray that you continue to watch over us, keep your hand upon us, and help us to be better. In Jesus' name I pray, amen."

"Amen." We all say, and Nikki scoffs out a mocking little snicker, making me elbow him and he raises his brows.

His smug look immediately falls.

I can't see his eyes but I know he's saying, "elbow me again and see what happens."

"If you turn in your Bibles to the book of Hosea, chapter three, verse one..." Brother Harting starts, and I take pick my jacket up from my lap to get my Bible from underneath it.

I flip to Hosea 3:1, and read along in my mind as he reads aloud:

"Then the Lord said unto me, Go yet, love a woman beloved of her friend, yet an adulteress, according to the love of the Lord toward the children of Israel, who look to other gods, and love flagons of wine." He says, before looking up from the book. "To put it simply, for those of you not quite sure what that means, God is telling Hosea to marry a prostitute. The children of Israel at this time were beginning to stray from God and worship other gods and idols. They were not faithful to God. Like Gomer, Hosea's wife. I'm sure when he married her, he hoped she would stop selling herself and giving herself to other people." He explains. "Isn't it strange that so many of us assume marriage, or a child, will keep their significant other from giving parts of themselves to other people and other things when they were selling themselves to someone or something long before you even came along?" He chuckles out and I rub my lips together, a chord being struck within me. "God told Hosea to marry Gomer, and he did. But she didn't stay faithful. In fact, Hosea had to repeatedly go find her with other men and bring her back home. Now, God didn't tell Hosea to marry a woman that seemed like she could not, for the life of her, stay committed in the right path, to hurt him. God wanted to demonstrate how Israel was repeatedly unfaithful towards him. How we are all unfaithful to him at times, even when we don't realize it. Some of us even worship idols, and don't realize it. Obsession over money. Obsession over lust. Obsession over alcohol. If you are a workaholic..." He names a few examples.

"Cute, can we go now?" Nikki's grumbling under his breath to me and I don't even look at him, lacing my fingers through his, hoping to keep him quite like giving a baby a pacifier.

"I'm not saying wanting money, or having a drink with your dinner, or enjoying your work or really enjoying sex, is idolatry. It is when those things become addictive habits that consume your thoughts constantly, so much so, that you wake up one day and realize you haven't even acknowledged God in weeks. Some of us, months. For others, it's years. And when I say 'acknowledge God' I don't mean a little 'thank God' when something goes your way. I mean, getting in that comfortable space we all have when we can humbly approach God with all of our worries, concerns, hopes, dreams, and tell him about everything going on in our lives. When we take the time to talk to him like we would a friend. God wants to hear everything from us, whether it's something good that's happened, or something we need him to heal within us or help us with something we are struggling to do. He is never too busy." He smiles. "Hosea constantly chased and went after Gomer because he loved her. He made vows to God to marry her and he grew to love her. God loved the children of Israel, and he loves us. He used Hosea as a demonstration of how he always pursues and goes after his church when each of us stray, and let me tell you something, ladies and gentlemen, when Gomer got herself into a mess for the last time, she was about to be sold, like cattle. And Hosea went looking for her thinking she was up to her typical no good. But he came up on the auction she was being sold at. Keep in mind this woman had put him through years of hurt, and pain. He was exhausted, he was angry, he was broken...but he saw his wife about to be sold to men who would most definitely put her through hell, and Hosea suddenly couldn't see his wife's wrong doings. He just saw the woman he loved, the mother of his children, scared and in trouble. And he threw his hand up, and placed a bid for thirty pieces of silver on this woman. Six months worth of wages on a woman that seemed to do everything in her power to not be faithful to him."

"I think fucking not." Nikki doesn't even try to be quiet, causing a few people in front of us to quickly glance back at us.

I elbow him, harder this time, and he's grabbing at my wrist, harshly, pulling me to my feet.

Anger and frustration goes through me when he leads me through the double doors of the very small lobby.

"You're being a jackass." I hiss out the second he's pushed me into the ladies' room that consists of one toilet and a small sink.

"You're being a brat. You should be happy I even came to this bullshit." He snaps.

"One time isn't gonna kill you, Nikki. I'm surprised you're actually able to walk into a church and not burst into flames."

"Okay, fuck you!" He raises his voice and my hand is popping him in the chest before I can stop myself, "Shh!" flying past my lips.

His teeth grind together, and my thighs tense.

His hand is grabbing a fist full of my red locks, yanking my head back as he looks me in the eyes.

It's a slap in the face to him, but I can't help but let out a mocking chuckle, smiling up at him.

I completely disregard the fact we're in church, and my hands slide under his shirt, feeling his warm skin, my nails scratching down his sides.

He's letting go of my hair, reaching between us, and unbuckling his belt and tugging it out of his belt loops.

I squeeze my thighs together as anticipation starts building within my core, creating a slip between my thighs.

He's grabbing my arm and spinning me around to face the wall, shoving me forward.

My hands brace on the chipped, faint yellow paint, and he's yanking my hips back and spreading my legs while yanking my dress up and my panties down to rest around my ankles.

He gives me a moment of mercy, his hand reaching around to rub my clit while his leather restrained prick grinds against my ass, causing me to let out a quiet moan to avoid being heard.

Just as I start moving with his fingers, he pulls away.

"Bad girls don't get rewarded." He tells me smartly in my ear before I'm feeling heat radiate through my body after the sharp sting of leather hits my skin.

I take in a breath, arching my back, biting back another moan.

By the time he's finished with lick number ten, my ass is bright red and aching, and there's a mess of wetness rolling down my legs and dripping on the floor.

I hear his belt hit the floor and he unties the laces of his pants, causing me to hum with excitement as he reaches for my hair again and turns me around to pull me to my knees.

I lick my lips as my mouth begins to water at the sight of engorged veins, aching for release as he strokes himself a couple of times, his precum beading out of his tip.

I open my mouth and stick my tongue out eagerly, looking up at him with begging, green eyes, wanting to taste him.

He looks down at me with a little grin, like he's proud he's been able to screw the submission into his innocent little "my body's a temple" Saint Vivian and corrupt her in every way that she would allow.

He gives me what I want, swiping the tip of himself across my tongue. I don't think he's expected me to wrap my tongue and lips around him just yet because when I do, he's gripping onto the side of the sink with white knuckles.

I hungrily swallow down the liquid leaking from him, thriving under his praise as he says:

"God, you're so fuckin' hot."

I press teasing kisses to his tip, down the underside of his shaft, and his balls, and he damn near collapses when I run my tongue over them before tracing my tongue back up him and taking him in my mouth.

He grabs at my hair, creating a punishing pace that's got tears running from the corners of my eyes with each thrust that has him brushing against the back of my throat.

When he finally lets me catch my breath, a line of my spit holds from my lips to his cock, so I catch it with my fingers and use it to keep jerking him off.

My pussy is beginning to throb, needing something, anything to relieve the pressure.

The fingers of my free hand fall to my clit, but it isn't quite enough.

I believe I take "bitch in heat" to a whole other level when I pull my dress up and strategically arch my back and rest my legs on either side of Nikki's right foot.

He looks at me, a little confused before I spread my thighs a little more, causing my clit to rest against the curve of Nikki's boot where his ankle meets his leg.

My eyes roll back as I begin to move back and forth, slowly against him, while still keeping my hand moving up and down on his dick.

I don't open my eyes until I feel him lift the toe of his shoe a little bit, angling the part I'm straddling to rest against my soaked sex perfectly.

My eyes stare up at him, the nails of my free hand bite into the back of his lower thigh as I use him for leverage while beginning to move feverishly against him.

He takes over on himself, allowing me to hold onto his leg with both hands as he watches me like I'm the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

Tears stream down my face as my orgasm builds, the only thing able to come out of my mouth is "Oh, fuck" and "Nikki" in the form of breathy whimpers.

When I come, my eyes screw shut, my body shutters and I completely soak Nikki's boot.

"Face, mouth, or tits?" Nikki asks me in regards to where I want his cum.

I swallow every last drop.

After making sure my crucifix wasn't crooked, my floral Sunday dress and matching heels were perfectly put back on and my hair looked like it had never been touched, Nikki and I pretended we hadn't had a little anniversary gathering in the bathroom and returned to service in time to hear that last tid bit.

In which Nikki was pissed about having to sit through, but I suppose he did anyway without any more complaints because he knew it was important to me.

"Hosea bought his wife back, like Christ bought all of us with his bloodshed on the cross. That being said, let's throw out the idea that God only chases after perfect Christians and everyone else is no good and going to hell anyway so it's the perfect Christians' job to tell everyone else they're going to burn forever." Harting states as Nikki and I slip back inside, and I scoff, thinking of my mother. "We are all sinners, people. I've known Christians that condemn just about everyone and then go home and do the equivelant of what they were condemning others for. You can't tell homosexuals they are going to hell and there is no hope for them, and then go out and have sex outside of marriage. Or say tattoos are a show of paganism and a sin and then go home and call up your friends to gossip about other people. You don't get to decide what is and isn't a sin to better suit your lifestyle. And just because someone isn't like you or doesn't think like you, does not mean they are any less worthy of God's love and a lot of Christians need to be careful who they damn to hell because God doesn't think like human's do. Our bodies, our flesh, and our mind's are imperfect and I'm affraid many of these holier-than-thou types are going to be shocked when they end up in a place they don't want to be when they die because they spent too much time alive being too hateful and worried about how other people are living, they never looked at themselves and worked on their own relationship with God and their salvation before minding other people's. Any born again Christian who truly has God in their hearts should never, ever, feel comfortable telling someone else they are going to hell. We can disagree with someone's choices and decisions or relationships and friendships or addictions and habits or view points and opinions, and love them. And respect them. And be kind to them. And treat them like human beings and if you're worried for someone's soul, pray for them as much as you want. We are here to love and uplift others. That is the way we as Christians are meant to be because that is the way God is with us. We do things all the time he doesn't like. But he loves us enough to continously chase after us and bring us back to him, and never give up on us. And that love is open to anyone willing to accept it."

He closes out his sermon and we sing one last hymn before closing out in prayer, and head back to the car.

"Well?" I ask him and he takes his sunglasses off and rubs his eyes.

"I don't know what was more adorable: seeing you all enthused over someone that doesn't exist, or seeing you have my dick in your throat during church." He pipes, laughing. "Oh, that would be cool game to play. I could be the Pervy Priest and you could be the Naughty Nun." He suggest, his hand squeezing at my thigh in a tickling motion and I squeal, fighting to get him to stop tickling me and he finally stops."It was a good message, though. He had a very nice way of saying, 'just mind your own fucking business, cunt face'."

"Shh, Nikki!" I cringe at him saying 'cunt' in the parkinglot of a church.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to swear in the Lord's driveway." He sarcastically apologizes and I shake my head a little and crank the car.

Later that night, Nikki heads to Robbin's place to score some smack and blow from his dealer, before we go out to dinner, and I'm stopping by to see Duff and the guys at their rehearsal.

The clicks of my heels sound against the bare concrete where stained up carpet as been ripped up.

I see two masses of teased, blonde hair in the corner by a drum kit, a fluff ball of black, curly hair laying in the floor wear sunglasses, and teased red hair.

"Duff." Izzy states, and I turn to see him on a holed up couch in the corner, cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Izzy." I acknowledge him.

"Viv." He replies in the same tone, not bothering to look up from his guitar.

"Yeah?" Duff asks, glancing over at him to see me. "Hey!" He immediately stops what he's doing to come over, the other three boys looking up at me as well. "What're you doing here?" He asks, hugging me, and I look up at him after seeing Steven coming over here.

"Nikki and I were about to go out for our anniversary and I decided to come by since I haven't talked to you in a couple weeks. But, um, I know you've been busy I just thought I would stop by." I explain, smiling when Steven's energetic vibe spills over to me when he squeezes me to him.

"Well, we were just taking a break if you wanna hangout for a little bit." Duff offers.

I glance at Axl over Duff's shoulder, seeing he's irritated, and I let out a breath.

My relationship with Axl was about how my relationship with Vince was.

We loved to hate each other.

But not because Axl was a pig like Vince was. But because he and I were the same exact person.

I don't know if it was the overzealous religious up bringing forced upon us, or our struggles with similar mental disorders, but we both had the same nearly uncontrollable temper.

We got along most of the time, our issue, though, was that we saw things differently, and would get into heated arguments.

The longer the band stayed together, the worse Axl got.

It became more and more about him, and not so much the band.

When Steven was fired for getting too deep into heroin (as if he was the only one in the band with addiction issues) Axl had the honor Robbin, Vince, and Doc, all had been given: my fist to his face.

He was trying his hardest not to punch me back as I yelled:

"I'm not in your fucking band, I'm not on your fucking payroll, so I have no problem telling you, you're a fucking piece of shit and you need a hell of a lot more help than what you're getting right now! You're acting like a trigger happy crazy person, you have got your band members paranoid about who's gonna go next and for the love of God, Axl, of all the ways you could have handled the man that has saved your wife's life not once, but twice, you fire him for doing something you idiots were glorifying three years ago?! Get your shit together, Rose, because you're getting fucking messy!"

I had quoted him, from when he said, "get your shit together, Sixx, because you're getting fucking messy" after Duff and I had nearly been caught by Nikki.

The entire time they were on tour with us, Axl was paranoid Nikki would find out Duff and I were friendly with each other, kick Guns off the tour, and blacklist them through the label...

He got even more uptight when Steven and Slash accidentally gave me weed brownies a few days into the tour, and I was stoned out of my mind for six hours straight, and Steven, Slash, Duff, and were chasing me around and trying to make sure I didn't make it obvious to anyone on Mötley's team or Nikki, Tommy, Vince and Mick, that the supporting band got Nikki's stone cold sober wife high as a kite. Izzy just found it amusing.

One thing about Axl, though. He taught Tansy how to stick up for herself, which gave her the courage to publicly out her abusers in her agency and industry. I guess that's why I didn't kill him despite the many times I heavily considered it.

"I would hang around, but, I've really gotta get going." I tell Duff. "But I'll call you tomorrow or Tuesday and we can figure out when a good time to hangout before I go to Japan, alright?"

"Okay." He nods.

"Okay, I gotta go, Steven." I squeeze him equally as tight as he is me, ruffling his hair a little.

"Boo! Buzzkill." He protests my leaving and I roll my eyes as he steps back to his drums.

"I'll talk to you later." I tell Duff, standing on my tip toes to kiss his cheek innocently.

"Yeah. Have fun tonight." He tells me. "And happy anniversary."

"Thank you, sweetie." I say as I wipe my lipstick from his cheek. "Love you, be good." I tell them before turning to go.

"Love you." Steven and Duff say back.

"Viv." Izzy tells me as I head for the door, as his way of saying 'bye'.

"Izzy." I reply, before stepping out.

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