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I wouldn’t normally ask for this but can yall please give me ideas for some fics 🙏

I’ve been trying think of some but I can’t

If u do have a idea please check my master list bc I do have some rules! 🤍

Just put them in the ask box! Also they don’t have to be fix ideas it can just be anything u want (maybe in just bored 💔)

One day I am gonna grow wings

Angst, fluff

TW: mentions of d3ath, mentally unwell?

Notes: I think I did well on this and I hope you all like it too, any feedback in welcome🤍

The rain was pouring outside, each drop hitting the ground violently as it came down. The warmth from inside the house was making the windows fog up.

She sat on the floor and rubbed off the condensation and stared through the little gap she had made. She was so into her own world, that she didn’t realise that someone was behind her, watching her as she looked out into the view in front.

The person moved to stand next to her before hesitating to sit down. The sound of movement made her snap out of her trance, she looked at the person and smiled before looking back outside the window.

“Axl, what did I say about coming to mine without asking?” She asked, her voice soft and calm.

She turned to face him, waiting for a reply or a hum of acknowledgement.

He stayed silent, he wanted so desperately to say something but his mouth stayed shut.

“Tell me. You know you can.”

He sighed and laid down on his back, his arms crossed against his chest.

She looked as he laid down, confusion was painted across her face, he remained silent.

“Ax, come on, tell me.” She placed a hand on his arm. He immediately tensed up then relaxed.

He sighed again, he pulled her down to lay beside him.

They both stared at the ceiling in silence, it felt like something, or someone, was going to explode. Everything felt too much for either one to handle.

“I don’t wanna be here anymore, I can’t deal with it.” He said, his voice was deep and had a sense of vulnerability.

She sat up and watched him, unsure of what to do or say.

“Are you sure? What makes you think that Ax?”

He sighed, sitting up after her, his eyes fixed on the floor, it was as if he was scared to look at her.

“Yes, I’m sure.” He nodded. “I’m not why I think like that to be honest, I just feel as if there’s some sort of freedom in death.”

She grabbed his hand and held it tightly in hers, not wanting to let go.

“Ax, speak to me, tell me everything, it will make you feel better, I promise.”

He sighed again, she noticed his eyes were glassy with tears.

“I don’t know what I mean, some days I wanna die and others I wanna be free, it’s so confusing, I really don’t know how I feel.”

She nodded. She understood every word he said and how he felt.

He looked at her, some tears were falling down his face, he didn’t notice.

“I know how you feel Ax, I felt the same way.”

He grabbed her shoulders tightly, afraid to let go, as if she would disappear as soon as he did so, afraid that she might get up and leave him at that time of vulnerability.

He pulled her into him, her face in the side of his neck, his arms moved to wrap themselves around her, his grip tightened and loosened.

“What do you mean?” He asked, his voice cracking.

She moved her face to be in front of him, she still remained close.

“When I was a teenager, I felt the way you do now, I also told myself that one day I was going to grow wings and get out of everything through death, and no other way.” She managed to get one of her arms out of his grip and moved it to his face, placing her hand on his jaw.

“How’d you stop thinking about it, I’ve tried to make it stop but I can’t, I just can’t, I’ve tried every way.” His tone made him seem like he was a child who had just got screamed at.

“I tried to end it, but it didn’t work, then I realised there were more positives to life than negatives, it took a while but I got there in the end, I try to look on the good side of things rather than focus on the bad.” She rubbed his jaw and stared at him.

He didn’t say anything back, she didn’t expect him to. He stared back at her, eyes darting to different parts of her face.

The two sat there in silence, looking at each other, each other's company making them feel safe.

He placed his head on her shoulder, she could feel him smile.

She moved her hands to the back of his hard and started to play with his hair.

“Stay here with me for a while Axl, I don’t like the idea of you being alone right now.”

He hummed in acknowledgment.

He pulled her close again and didn’t move. He actually felt like someone understood him for how he felt, someone who he could talk to and relate with.

I fear yall are NOT ready for the fic im currently writing. (Might be out tomorrow or Saturday)

Like genuinely, it’s heartbreaking (in my opinion) and it’s based off a Radiohead song.

Also it’s gonna be about/reference a sensitive subject so there will be warnings🤍

Yall are not ready at all 🗣️

Here's the prompt for the Izzy Imagine ^^

Y/N, the reader, is Stephanie Seymour's sister. She gets dragged by Steph to one of Axl’s parties, where she always feels invisible next to her gorgeous and popular sister, who attracts attention from all the guys. At the party, Y/N develops a small crush on Slash. Encouraged by her sister, she gathers the courage to hit on Slash only to be rejected and insulted by Slash, who is drunk at the moment. Heartbroken, she runs out of the party in tears. Then she bumps into a hot guy named Izzy. Noticing her crying, he gently asks why she’s crying and reassures her, telling her that he’d love to have her number because he finds her beautiful.

Fluff and Angst included pls 🩷

This is my first time actually trying to make a fic so I really hope yall like it. If you want me to write anything just ask and I’ll do it but I do have rules!

Your beautiful. (An Izzy stradlin imagine)

Notes: fluff(I think), angst(I think)

•••

I was laying on the grass in the garden, basking in the cool of the early evening, listening to every small sound of the Malibu wildlife.

The faint ring of the phone coming from inside the house broke me out of my trance, I sighed and sat up, rubbing my face before I stood up and walked inside.

The phone had stopped ringing by the time I stood up but it rang again as soon as I walked in through the door.

I picked it up, and my sister, Stephanie, was on the other line.

“Hello?”

“My boyfriend’s hosting a party tonight, I think you should come, it starts in two hours.” A hint of excitement in her voice.

I raised my eyebrows, unsure of what to say.

“Uhm… sure why not.” I shrugged.

My sister made a happy noise.

“Great! See you later!”

The phone hung up before I said bye.

I shrugged again, not quite sure of what I was going to get myself into.

I walked upstairs and into my room. I went over to my wardrobe and looked through every item of clothing I owned before picking out a long black dress that I forgot I owned.

I did my hair and makeup the exact way my sister taught me a few years ago.

•••

I had been at the party for a few hours now. The music was blasting and people seemed to be enjoying themselves, the environment was great.

The party itself was alright, my sister and her boyfriend were in the spotlight, obviously. Was I jealous? Did I feel invisible? Maybe, but that’s what happens when you have a famous sister.

I was sitting outside, a glass of wine in my hand. My sister, her boyfriend and several other men were sitting in front of me, there wasn’t really much conversation going on but I enjoyed the company.

That’s when I saw a man with long, curly hair walk out the house. I eyed him as he took a swig of whiskey straight out of the bottle then lit what I assumed was a joint.

Stephanie saw that I kept on staring at him when I had seen him several times earlier.

“Go talk to him.” She smiled.

“Why? I barely know him.” I laughed.

“Go on, just do it.” She urged me.

“Alright.” I smiled and got up.

I walked over to the man and stood there awkwardly, waiting for him to notice.

I cleared my throat to get his attention, he looked at me as if I was crazy.

“Who are you?” His breath reeked of weed and alcohol, it was not a good mix.

“Y/N.”

“Right... I’m Slash…what do you want?”

“Just wanted to say that I think you look good and I would wanna speak more.”

He gave me a weird look, as if I had just insulted him in every way shape and form.

“No, you're not really my type, actually, you're nowhere near.” He laughed with his slightly slurred speech.

I smiled and nodded, and walked away. Tears were in my eyes, threatening to spill.

I made my way back over to my sister and picked up my bag before quickly walking away. I could hear her and her boyfriend call out to me but I ignored them, I didn’t want to cause a scene, it was their party, their moment, not mine.

The tears were falling down my face by then, blinding my vision, everything was blurry. I probably walked into so many people but didn’t realise. Why was I so bothered by a drunk man’s words?

I opened the door and walked out. I wiped my eyes and yet again, walked into someone.

The person grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back to stand in front of him, he moved his hands to my shoulders and stared deep into my eyes. I looked around, unsure of what to do or say, his eyes felt like bullets to skin.

“Are you okay?” His voice had an insane amount of concern.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” I nodded, even though he had just seen me crying.

“No you're not, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to though… my name's Izzy by the way.”

“I pretty much got called ugly, some man said J wasn’t his type then said I was no one’s type… I’m Y/N.”

The tears were back again, slowly spilling down my face. I didn’t even notice until Izzy wiped them away.

He sat down on the path, I sat next to him. There was a moment’s silence, it was peaceful, the faint noise of music from the house, the odd car passing, it was calm.

A few minutes passed before Izzy spoke up again.

“You're not ugly, nowhere near, if anything the man was probably the bad looking one, men who looked bad always have a big ego but are fragile at heart and take it out on others.” His voice was soft.

I hummed.

“Don’t listen to some men, one day you will find someone who loves you, the way you look and your personality.”

I looked at him, he was leaning forward and was staring at the bushes in front of him.

He looked at me for a moment then looked straight back in front of him, he seemed… shy?

“Can I have your number?”

“Huh?”

“Your number, can I have it?” He looked at me.

“Sure.”

I rummaged around in my bag and pulled a pen, I grabbed his arm and wrote my number down.

His face softened, he stared at me the whole time I did so.

“There you go.”

“Thanks.”

I stood up and he did the same, he placed his hands back onto my shoulders, staring back into my eyes again.

“You're beautiful, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

I smiled.

He pulled me in to give me a hug, my arms stayed by my side, unsure of what to do I slowly moved my arms around him.

The wind was cool, the music drowned out, it felt like it was just us two in the world.

We stayed like that for a while before he let go and looked at me again.

“I’ll call you soon.” He smiled and walked away.

I watched as he walked away, I went in the opposite direction, smiling to myself.

Finally someone who actually liked me for me.

How would yall feel if I started to write fics?

I wouldn’t do anything weird to me (smut) but I would do some sweet things, maybe some sad things and things that come to mind.

If I did it would probably take a while bc im very slow with planing and writing but I would try to be as quick I can. Also don’t expect the best thing ever 🙂‍↕️

About me and my blog

About me:

My name is Lola and I use she/her pronouns.

Very boring stuff I know but who cares.

My fav bands are Guns N Roses and Ghost (im also seeing these bands live 🙂‍↕️)

About my blog(important-ish!):

This blog is a safe space for anyone and bullying will NOT be tolerated here. 🗣️🗣️(louder for the people in the back)

If you want to talk about Guns N Roses or Ghost or just anything in general (no weird stuff though please 🙏) just ask me in my ask box and I will most likely reply.

LINKS:

Masterlist link

New drummer shown.

How we feeling? I heard he’s a great drummer but I don’t know who he is 😣

If anyone knows please tell 🤍

Whatever new drummer gnr has I wish this person the best and hopefully the fans don’t blindly hate because I’ve seen fans complain about Frank’s drumming by calling it computer programming

I also wish them the best too.

Yeah, I’ve seen people call Frank boring ect, I don’t get why people can’t be happy 😒

Hope Frank does well with whatever he may do next

So frank is done and the tour is coming up like that was out of nowhere

Tour should be canceled at this point

I don’t think they should cancel the tour .

I think that they have already found a new drummer and that’s why they posted.

But obviously people have different reactions to the news.

WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT THE UNRELEASED SONG ‘CORNSHUCKER’

ITS SO GOOD AND THE LYRICS ARE SO DIRTY AND FUNNY

listen to it yall 😣

happy pride month !!!

remastering my introduction post!

⋆˚ about me 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

hi my name is sam. i love jeff buckley, all things chris cornell, bob dylan, la guns, and guns n' roses. i do make art, and im planning on dedicating my instagram to showcase it! (@slashwifey)

i also frequently create bots on character.ai, and i'll share my accounts at the bottom of this post in case you're interested. one account is mostly dedicated to guns n' roses bots, whilst my main doesn't have a main focus. p.s. you can dm me for my ao3 username!

⋆˚ writing 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

who i will write about: izzy stradlin and axl rose primarily, but i don't mind writing about all of the main members of gn'r. i will also write about chris cornell and jeff buckley!

what i don't/won't write about: any weird kinks (for example: piss, shit, and the like), im also not too experienced with doing headcanons for people, but maybe someday i'll start doing them! for now, i'll just be doing oneshots for anybody that requests anything :)

that's all! + my asks are open to requests!

⋆˚ character ai 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

my main: myizzystradlin

alt account: myaxlrose

instagram for requests on c.ai, etc: slashwifey

"One time he told me that he had sex with over 2,000 women."

During a recent Reddit AMA, which also featured his mother Deanna, former Guns N' Roses drummer Steven Adler was asked whether he fell in love with any of the groupies

"The musician replied:

"Everyone of them. For the 3 minutes I was with them. Yes. If you got 4 out of me, god bless you.

You lucked out that day."Deanna: "One time he told me that he had sex with over 2,000 women."Steven: "I was on drugs."Deanna: "I say, 'What kind of talk is that? I'm your mother. Stop it.'"Steven: "I remember telling my grandfather, my grandparents. I brought a gold record to my grandma and grandpa one day and I said, 'Here grandma and grandpa. Look. I'm famous now.' And my grandpa says, 'Yeah, that and 50 cents will get you a cup of coffee.' And he's right."

Former Guns 'N Roses drummer Steven Adler was sentenced to 150 days in jail on Thursday for attacking two women in separate domestic violence incidents,

which also violates his probation from a 1997 conviction in another domestic violence case. He pled no contest to two counts of battery in a dating relationship and admitted the probation violation in West Los Angeles Municipal Court. Adler was also sentenced to three years of summary probation, with the conditions of undergoing a year of domestic violence counseling and a ban on using illegal drugs. Additionally, a protective order was issued by Commissioner Joseph S. Biderman in respect to both victims. Adler is required to turn himself in to the court at 1:45 p.m. on October 29 to begin serving his sentence or show proof that he's turned himself into a city jail.The two incidents in question occurred on January 27 and on June 7, respectively. The first erupted from a verbal argument spawned between Adler and a 43-year-old woman in his North Hollywood apartment over his alleged drug use. The victim was allegedly thrown against walls and furniture during the attack. She called 911 for assistance, however, Adler had already left the premises and couldn't be located at the time.He was eventually found in the spring, living in a condominium in Century City, California, where he was taken into custody on an arrest warrant regarding a probation violation. He was then booked and released after posting bail.The warrant had been issued in August of 1997 for failing to appear in court for a February of 1997 domestic violence case, which involved the woman he was living with at the time. In the 1997 case, Adler pled no contest to disturbing the peace and was sentenced to four days in jail. He was also placed on three years of summary probation, with a condition of attending 52 Alcoholics Anonymous meetings.In the spring arrest, Adler was charged with this probation violation as well as for the January incident. While he was awaiting his trial, he allegedly attacked another woman at his condominium on June 7. Adler allegedly pushed the 35-year-old woman's head into a wall and threw her clothes off a balcony during a dispute over money. 

Every time i learn something about GNR members its not good. This is the smiley Stevie? Even if he was on drugs.. crazy

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO OUR FAVOURITE BOYS!! I LOVE THEM SM 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 WISH THEY COULD TAKE US ALL TO THE PARADISE CITY FR

HAPPY 40TH ANNIVERSARY TO THE BEST BAND IN ROCK N ROLL!!!!

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅

Izzy stradlin/ fem!Reader

Tags: original female character, late 1980s, karaoke night, music, cussing, smut, p in v sex, not established relationship, implying drug use, teasing, just Izzy (is already a tag), drunk/high state, wall sex, fingering kind of, maybe some other additional tags to be added(tell me if I missed something) + also it’s very long and I’m sorry but still hope you enjoy (lol).

Description: Under the neon lights of the Sunset Strip, a night of karaoke with Izzy Stradlin takes an unexpected turn. As MDMA flows through your veins and classic rock anthems fill the air, boundaries blur between performance and desire. What begins as musical connection evolves into something far more intense, but in the haze of substances and stolen kisses, can anything real emerge by morning?

a/n: that was supposed to be one of the chapters for my Ao3 fanfic with Izzy “Anhedonia” (shameless promotion yeah ikr) but I changed my plans for the plot itself so this chapter won’t be originally there. But I was kind of sad to throw away this beautiful chapter so I changed it a little bit to make a smut out of it. (lol what a lovely way to let this chapter live) So maybe I will post it here and on my Ao3, I’ll see. Anyway, I hope you enjoy cause it’s my first time writing smut (sorry if it’s ass) and I kind of need to train for further usage of this “genre”. 🫶🏻🫶🏻

A strong grip grabbed your hand, leading you through the crowd of people who stuck to each other like tongues on ice, exchanging scents. His dilated pupils and clouded gaze could not be erased from your memory, while the “vitamin” taken half an hour earlier worked deep under your skull, creating a false sense of comfort in the middle of an ocean of the unknown. Izzy’s calloused and dry fingers intercepted yours, gluing the skin, so smooth, like child’s with his flaky and warm one. The difference was sensual. The rings he wore cooled some corners of your limbs, only to sweat again after a while, sliding like oil and electrifying the sense of touch. Like two teenagers, you ran after each other along the dark and dimly lit streets of the Sunset Strip, laughing with all your might and feeling especially free. It seemed to you that the whole world is just nonsense, you are the main character of your story where all those people are your friends and in general you are the queen of the whole world. You became more social and wanted to make friends with everyone. Izzy became more alive, you don’t know if you will remember him like this, if in the morning when the carriage turns into a pumpkin you will remember his happy eyes, saturated with euphoria. Remembering the fact that he threw off the shackles, running away with you from the imaginary guards of your prison with him inside your reality. Now in your heads there was not a single negative thought or guilt for actions, you felt good. And it doesn’t matter what the world thinks, because only you exist.

Somewhere in the distance, music was playing from some old convertible crookedly parked on the side of the road, spraying Bowie or Prince songs everywhere, you did not catch the familiar melody with your ears, not even having time to look back as Izzy pushed you after him into a dim alley lit only by neon and light from the windows of people who lived above. The air around you smelled of gasoline, burning, cheap street food and cigarettes, making the space just a thick impenetrable flow of mixed smells that your nose did not perceive well. Lifting your chest up, then down and then up again, you opened your mouth wanting only to inhale more air than everyone else, collecting a large armful of the remaining pure oxygen. It’s not real in places like this and soon it will be sold in bags along with drugs, because substances trick our brains, making us feel a constant need for something that our bodies do not need. Air is needed more than cocaine. One to live, another to not die. Izzy has the same reaction to you, especially now when his tall figure like a shield pushed everyone around, trampling a path for you through the tall grass and helping you further to the very corner of the alley where a red neon sign awaited you: “Backbeat Karaoke Lounge”. Slightly blinking, as if all the life was sucked out of it. The two letters “K” in the karaoke didn’t glow, which is why you couldn’t immediately read what was written there, already feeling like everything was swimming before your eyes. The other letters were still shining, like stars at the end of their lives, indicating the fact that soon no one would even guess what was written on this damn sign.

Izzy pushed the heavy wooden door with his shoulder, directing it forward. It was covered with leatherette like in underground clubs. Inside, behind this door, it generally smelled of cheap beer, overheated bodies and cigarette smoke that blurred the vision. Heat rushed into your body. You didn’t imagine Izzy’s brain being the genius of bad ideas, but in the last few days he began to show his bad side too often. Maybe this is for the best, fate screams run, but your brain says otherwise and begs you to stay. The impossible is possible, especially now when you realize that it’s already been several days since you met him and during this time you managed to spend more time together than apart. It says something, but you don't know what it is yet. It might be bad, it might be good, but it doesn't matter how fast your story does, it matters how deep it goes into your skin. And Izzy will stay there because he can't get his satisfaction.

Familiar pupils caught yours when you found yourself in place where everyone around you was free. Or rather, substances gave them wings of freedom sending them to heavenly heavens of pleasure while black filled the blooming surface of irises. Your euphoric wings of MDMA had long been digging in your brain, like a stick in an anthill releasing dopamine into free fall throughout the body while the world acquired colors and unusual softness, like moss. There was nothing under your feet and muffled music sounded in your ears, you feel it with every cell like a drowning man. Your senses were indeed the drowning Brian Jones. Yes, you are drowning just like him because breathing has become harder with every step. Like light through water, a neon sign on the wall meets you with Izzy inside "Sing your heart out" through this whole black hole of hedonism and damn prostitution of the soul. The ceilings were low, the walls were knocked off and only along them there were a few peeling booths with old posters - KISS, The Clash, Rolling Stones and many others that could be named during all evening. You liked them and now especially wanted to become one of them.

Izzy bought you drinks to sing karaoke for free, succumbing to another promotion and provocation to attract customers, selling more drinks. Karaoke evening once a week and you are already like Sherlock removing the mask from the false offers of an unpopular bar that is so eager to increase revenue. You looked around with your jaw lost somewhere as if you had never been to karaoke. In front of you was a small stage with two microphone stands, on the sides there were speakers on tripods, so old but powerful. They were so similar to guards. Behind the stage there was a TV with a convex screen and sometimes it seemed to you that it was about to pour out forward like liquid but solid magma. From the inside, there were low-res background videos of some beaches, random night shots of fireworks, waves and Tokyo. You wanted to jump right into the screen and be there among the azure waters and attractive pictures, only not here among the sweating crowd. A LaserDisc player, cassettes with soundtracks, a large remote control for selecting songs and a film were at your disposal when some idiots walked away realizing that real rock stars had come to replace them. You immediately took up the wired microphones with a metal grill and a power button, feeling like a real star. If only you could change your suit, you would be a real Freddie Mercury. Izzy was fiddling with the equipment when he returned from the bar counter, holding two large glasses of refreshing beer in his hand, which he left next to the screen, knowing for sure that both of you would sing until the end. What a tech geek. This guy knows his stuff and it seems he is not here for the first time.

- «Take on me.» you said out of the blue to which Izzy turned to you with a half-smile.

-«Is this flirting?» he asked in his usual raspy voice that jumped an octave higher, making him clear his throat. It was like he was hoping you meant something. Sometimes he was such a teenager that it made you smile and ruffle his hair with a smirk.

-«This is a song.» you pointed to the disc that laid out in a line with hundreds of others to which he turned his high eyes to you with disapproval not wanting to start with pop songs but noticing how your own puppy-like irises were looking at him, he nodded inserting the tape into the player, adjusting everything with the remote control as needed while you smiled with anticipation and nervously chattered your teeth. Familiar music came out of the speaker and it made you jump with anticipation, there was a small crowd around and you didn't care about them simply because Izzy and those songs meant more to your cheerful, high and exploratory view than a couple of idols that came to stare at you.

Izzy tuned in knowing that pop was definitely not what was on his playlist, but he decided to give you what you wanted. After all, it was his turn later. Anyway, he was here for one reason and that reason was reflected in his eyes as the first words appeared on the screen. Your voice was like that long yellow line, eating up the words, reproducing them from the screen into reality and pushing Izzy in the shoulder so that he would sing too and not stare at you.

- «…Today is another day to find you.» he blinked, returning to the screen and trying to catch the rhythm after the lost equilibrium he had just experienced when you had knocked him back into reality with your punch. Okay, lost social rating points again, he can give his cup back and run to the locker room in tears. How embarrassing, why was he staring at her? Okay..time to sing

- «Shying away.» Your voice complemented it and you turned to him as if apologizing for the awkward start. «I'll be coming for your love, okay?» such irony, such a sick and dishonest irony connected your views, which made you smile when his usual nut colored gaze caught yours. He sang it too and maybe it just seemed that way to you because you were high and all the people around you were your friends. But he clearly wanted to tell you something with this, because you weren't just joking around at the bar, but experiencing a small catharsis where even a small song is a confession.

- «Take on me.» Izzy's voice caught this chorus, which made you remember Morten Harket and his performative video where he calls a blonde girl with him to the world of comics on the other side of existence. Now this scene was similar to yours, it seemed that you were both about to run away to where no one would find you.

- «Take on me.» you smiled, catching his voice like a shooting star. Even if you couldn't sing, even if it didn't sound like Harket's, you both complemented each other. You weren't afraid to embarrass yourself, even if you were high, just because Izzy was there and he was in the same situation. 1:1.

-«Take me on.» such a cigarette and hoarse voice, completely unsuitable for a pop star, sounded from his thin and so desirable lips. Everything in the world seemed possible under the influence of drugs, even if from the outside you looked like idiots. You just wanted to forget and clasp his neck, giving him the opportunity to do everything he wanted with you.

-«I'll be gone... In a day or two» you tried to raise a high note, looking at the screen, then at Izzy, from which you got confused, feeling how laughter came out of your mouth by itself. Everything seemed so funny and simple. Even the fact that this phrase sounded ironic from your lips, you already forgot about everything looking into these deep brown or dark olive eyes, they changed color in the dark. You wanted to jump inside them, diving to the very depths, to his very heart. This feeling was repulsive knowing that you haven't even known each other for a week, but so what? No one cares.

The song continued and you began to dance when the melody began to gain momentum, pop music sometimes made you subconsciously shake your limbs and, like a hypnotized zombie, catch the rhythms in time with your heartbeat. Even despite your great love for rock, pop was sometimes the source of your joy, also doing magical things with your consciousness. A couple of people around you were also singing along, looking at you and nodding to the beat, someone was filming with a Panasonic camera, someone was laughing hysterically in the corner of the bar with a group of friends , some couple at the bar were kissing while the bartender was dusting himself askew, wiping glasses and having a strange hairdo like Elvis. You knew that you didn’t regret coming here at Izzy’s request, knowing that he has good taste in such places. He knows that music is a form of speech, and perhaps by sharing it with you this evening he was sharing words that none of you can say. The room was periodically filled with flashes of light, constantly illuminating your faces in different colors, while you tried different versions of Izzy on your tongue. Like a multi-colored Polaroid painted with different markers. The sounds of clicking, blinking screens and the muffled voices of those who chose songs danced around your temples. Your and Izzy’s song, came to an end with the cherry blossoms in the background as you sang the last line, your voice carrying through the room, feeling like it was your last day. You were so close, smelling the cigarettes on his body, dusting his skin with sugar, tasting the cherry gloss on his lips and the sheen of sweat on your collarbones. One touch and fate would chop his head off and burn you with the fire of karma, making you feel guilty for losing clear control in the midst of the musical and drug adrenaline.

-«Now it's my turn to choose.» Izzy said, pulling away and grabbing his glass of beer to ease the dryness in his throat.

-«What will you choose?» you asked, pulling the tape out of the player, still trying to get your breathing back to normal.

-«Gimme Shelter.» Izzy said as he picked out the right one from the stack of tapes and replaced pop with the Stones while you quickly gulped down your beer, returning your gaze back to the screen.

- «Classic.» You nodded back at him, getting ready to sing as the familiar guitar sound began to hit your chest so dryly with a rhythmic beat. Your fingers grabbed the microphone with a tremor, not from fear or excitement but from a feeling of dizziness, it seemed like you were about to fall when the Stones began to play, you loved this band so much and knowing that you were singing their song with Izzy gave your body a signal to lose gravity as the words began to appear on the screen one by one.

- «War, children, yeah..» He sang with you in unison as the words appeared on the screen again. The Stones really knew how to bring people together with taste.

- «It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away» you sang along feeling like Mick Jagger, as if your chest was about to fry in the hellish flames of submission to fate while the song, like a scream, pierced the ashes of war and desperation through a long slow motion.

- «It's just a kiss away, it's just a kiss away..» Izzy sang along, closing his eyes and letting the music flow through his veins like heroin throughout your duet.

- «Kiss away, kiss away, hey!» you raised your hand up, feeling the energy of the melody only to splash it out of your body with different movements, understanding why the lead singers were dancing on stage. The culmination of the melody and different pictures on the screen did not take long to come and smiles of euphoria spread across your face again, washing it all down with more sips of beer, feeling how the glass empties quickly with the same speed as the pain, joy and adrenaline in your body after the «performance».

- «It's your turn to choose.» Izzy said, returning with another batch of drinks, using your wallet. Money was pouring out of it in stacks, although its joke, no, because you won't let him know that it's not even equal to what you have. Time is ticking fast again, not obeying your power.

- «Whole lotta love.» You smirked with a note of defiance in your voice while Jagger's voice and his sticky as gum Gimme shelter still pulsated in your temples. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe you were crazy.

- «Ohh..» Izzy whistled, replacing old glasses with new ones and leaning over the tapes, changing the Stones to Zeppelin. «Not bad, not bad.» The sound with a bad mix went through the speaker again, but with such soul. In the second minute of the song, you regretted that you were alive when sounds similar to moans went through your ears, you did not turn around to Izzy, not giving him a chance to look at you in a moment of vulnerability. But it wasn't long before the guitar sounds came to your aid, drawing your attention back to the lyrics. You still liked the song despite that small aspect, especially the fact that Izzy sometimes imitated the guitar with his fingers during the solo, making you smile at him. Someone lit a cigarette at the bar, and the smoke hung in the air, swirling in spirals under the very ceiling, letting imaginary clouds form, as if a karaoke machine was releasing smoke at the end or your and Izzy's minds. It all felt like an emotional episode. From Take On Me, where everything is still sweet and naive, to Gimme Shelter, where there is threat and desire, and to Whole Lotta Love, where everything becomes frankly physical and dangerous. The first is about escape, romanticism and illusion, the second and third are about threat, passion and an apocalyptic breakdown. Like your situation with Izzy, first a light hallucinogenic euphoria, then something much heavier and deeper, just like now.

Your hands, covered in glitter, then wrapped around each other as you drank glass after glass, song after song, losing your voice for hours. But you didn't care, because everything around you was floating. People - not people, but colored spots. The bar - not a bar, but a black room with lights, like a ship during a storm, screams, words and lyrics mixed, changing personalities like cards. You were two social chameleons exchanging yourselves for other people, becoming singers of fortune and world stages. Satisfaction, Stupid girl, Come together, Dude, Dream on, Light my fire, Somebody to Love, I love Rock’n’Roll… followed one after another eating up the minutes on the clock and erasing the passers-by, making people in the bar come and go, the places empty and faces spinning before your eyes, crossing out the exact contours. And yellow words appeared on the screen with white shadows, slowly emerging against the background of a murky view of Tokyo in the 70s, cars, women in kimonos, lights of night streets and meaningless shots, but it didn’t matter when the song was playing, all that was needed was the words and the rustling recording on the camera with the name of the song/band. Holding the microphone with both hands as if it were a life preserver, you danced, fooled around, half-hugged and just had fun with each other while the alcohol mixed with the drug, erasing any perception of shame. Your wallet didn’t lag behind the fun either, no longer supporting your and Izzy’s drunk faces. The last song of the night or already the morning, you don’t remember exactly, was because your pocket money that you took with you “just in case” betrayed you, leaving you on the sidelines of torn memories, barely moving carcasses and plastic cups with cocktails left by someone on the edge of the stage that trembled from the sound.

MDMA whispered under the skin and caressed, so pleasant and so satisfying. The heart beat out a rhythm, dancing in the middle of your chest, ready to jump out from there while your eyes were intertwined with each other among hundreds of others. Around nothing entered the memory, the brain seemed to block the ability to remember what happened next, everything was like a slow motion movie. As if the truth or a lie retold from mouth to mouth, playing a broken phone. Hot skin felt every touch three times stronger, everything went through goosebumps through the fabric of clothes, coming out as an acid kaleidoscope.

- «You are beautiful.» Izzy whispered through the broken film of neurons feeling how no logical thought would pass through your head.

- «It's a pill.» You answered, turning your gaze to him, half-open eyes, so sleeping, so drunk and so desirable. He, like Medusa Gorgon, turns you into stone with his gaze, grinding you into powder and inhaling it. All the songs grew like petals from your eyelashes, every blink like flowers bloomed in front of your eyes, letting the butterfly of his own eyes sit there and take all the feelings, like bees collecting pollen of secrets from where no one else has ever managed to get it.

- «No.» Izzy answered. «It's you.» His lips were next to your ear whispering a secret that only you will remember, only you will hear hoping that you will understand and he will not have to chew everything like for others. He knew that you will understand him more than others. They will not understand. You looked at him without blinking. The world seemed to be silent, only the projector clicked, the microphones hummed, somewhere in the distance someone was laughing, knocking over a beer bottle and a huge meteorite was already rushing towards the world, ready to blow up the planet. But even then there will be no silence, even then the music will continue to click on the temples bleeding from wounds, then the flowers will begin to grow again from the sent soil of the bloody rain of the dead. Then looking into his eyes you will find peace that no one has ever been able to give you, there the gardens will always be greener and life will be better.

He ran his fingers over your cheeks letting himself breathe in air while his lips greedily cut the distance breaking the rules and stealing your kiss in the silence of minds. Izzy was not a stupid guy and missing an opportunity is definitely not about him. You answered without thinking while your lips danced in an intimate tango of secrets and his hands outlined your body like a map wanting to know where was what. Your cheeks, then shoulders, then your back where he slowly slid to the very bottom of your waist. Alcohol and drugs mixed into one whole clouding your gaze completely, closing it with imaginary curtains when his tongue slid into your mouth. You couldn't think straight anymore, your hand slipped under his shirt, leaving you wanting more, until he let out a short groan, lowering his hand from your cheek to your arm.

-«Hold up, tiger...» he muttered, pushing his lips away from yours, causing his black curls to tickle your face and drool to form a line between your lips.

-«Izzy what the-» you didn't have time to express your displeasure when he grabbed you by your shameless hand and dragged you away from the hall itself, pushing you away from all of those people again.

Disappearing from the stranger's view, he pushed the first door open that was indeed the staff room. Fuck everyone when he closed the door with the latch, leaning you against the door, no one would dare come in here while he was here with you.

- «I'm not done with you yet.» He whispered, connecting your lips again, his tongue immediately slid between them, meeting yours, to which he squeezed out a quiet but such a pleasant moan. This sound warmed the bottom of your stomach while butterflies flew up in goosebumps on your skin. Your tongues played with each other, tasting, while his hand was the first to begin the unfinished, sliding under his T-shirt to feel your skin. You did not lag behind him, playing with his black hair on the back of his head, gradually going down to his shoulders to take off his leather jacket, to which he ran his tongue along your lower lip, biting it.

- «Izzy?!» You gasped and whispered in surprise, slightly pushing him in the chest but not having anything against it in your head.

- «Sometimes I want to eat you alive. Just like that pill so that you will fill me completely, and not just my brain.» he whispered, freeing you from your stylized long-sleeved top, leaving you up in just your bra, feeling the cold of this damn room.

-«I never thought of you as a cannibal.» you whispered back with a smirk as he pounced on your neck, biting and licking you like a hungry animal, wanting so desperately to leave hickeys. His hands slid under your skirt, squeezing your butt brazenly.

-«Well…I am but with very precise tastes and they only include you. The rest are garbage.» he whispered in your ear, making you bite your already wounded lower lip. You raised your hand to grab his hair and gently rip him off you, to which he only responded with a groan and disapproval in the form of a frown. «Hey-»

-"Then stop testing me and go for it.» you said through an irritated grin, to which he only raised an eyebrow again, sensing your annoyance.

- «Say the magic word.» He smirked without moving but you could feel how hard it was for him to keep everything in his pants when you were around.

- «Now.» You looked into his eyes while grabbing his belt on his pants to which he only sighed heavily.

-«How bossy...but alright. Time to release that tiger from its cage.» He smirked giving you free rein to which he unfastened your bra freeing you from your main female problem and sucking on that place with such impudence that you stopped halfway to unzip his fly. His tongue licked your nipples so precisely and so skillfully that you had to sell your soul to the devil after seeing the stars right in front of your eyes. You pulled his pants down so they fell down where they belonged. Your fingers grabbed his hair again to which he only continued his game of being a milksop. «Your cherry is the best.» he stated from which you snorted.

- «You’re high.» you responded to his strange ramblings.

- «On you. And I want to OD.» he answered again greedily kissing you and pressing you to the door lifting your skirt up and tights down to feel you. When his fingers slid where they shouldn’t you moaned into his lips. His smirk started to turn you on so much that he just continued without wasting a second and turning the corner of your panties to slip where you want him.

- «Motherfucker..» you mumbled into his lips through groans at his obvious teasing, feeling how your whole body went numb and touch became more sensitive.

- «I don’t think you will accent me having it with your mom rather than with you.» he inserted one finger, pushing away from you and checking your reaction. Sometimes he was so annoying and you wanted to hit him.

- «Than..Than…ugh! You piss me off!.» you sighed it at his movements, trying to release your energy from within and not die from an excess of emotions, looking into his eyes, to which he just amusingly snorted. Damn you, Stradlin.

- «I’m not and you know it.» His movements were impatient but very precise which made you wonder how much of experience he really have. Then the second finger entered and then you just kissed him while he pressed himself against you letting him feel how much you were the reason for his desire. He pulled away again and every time he did it, you wanted to press him back like an oxygen tube without which you can’t live. His long tongue licked those fingers that he pulled out of you with satisfied grin at which you laughed.

-«Tasty?» you joked at which he nodded.

- «As it should be.» and here again his lips and yours connected while his hands lifted you up by your thighs freeing themselves from any fabric and what had been bothering you before. Thoughts didn’t add up and common sense died before your eyes as he slowly entered you, making you both feel the highest kind of pleasure. You knew what sex was but he knew more. Your understanding did not go beyond groupies or rock stars. You just understood how much this thing was needed when the adrenaline was jumping up to the ceiling. His hands grabbed your thighs so tightly, pushing into you while your back was pressed against that very unfortunate door. Gasp, moans, short sighs and ragged breathing filled the room while you and Izzy were a puzzle for each other, the air you both breathe and the food you both consume.

- «So who are we now?…Who are we to each other?» you suddenly asked him through the blur, smeared images and incomprehensible sounds that came from inside your ears, pollinating your mind with fear that someone might catch you. But even if this happens, no one will remember your faces, but you wanted to remember Izzy's face. You didn’t know what to think or feel, but you knew that you wanted Izzy and you must stay with him until the very end. Until the north star goes out.

- «You are my oxygen. You are what I want to breathe every day.» He admitted through heavy and ragged breathing, feeling how with each push the knot in his lower abdomen was getting tighter. His immunity became stable because of you, you became the one who gives him the opportunity to breathe evenly.

- «Naive to the point of horror.» You answered through a giggle, to which he didn’t stop, continuing to mix your bodies together, like forbidden chemicals that do not work with each other but cannot react without each other. Paradox.

- «Whoever told you this is a complete idiot.» Izzy muttered, pressing his lips to your ears and making the last push with a rather drawn-out groan, releasing himself and letting you know that he was not joking, even under a pile of substances the picture is washed away, but you will not forget his words.

«I will love you very much even under the effect of the vitamin in my head.» he whispered to end this long night.

Just GNR being GNR (pt. 2)

Just GNR being GNR

So do you also accept smutty, kinky requests for Steven Adler x reader fics? Because you've never mentioned him before, so I figured i'd ask first 🫣

Yesss! Also, let me know if you’d like it to be a short or long fic orrr if you want multiple parts.

Forgot to post this yesterday butttt it’s never too late!! Slash reposted this on his instagram and I left the caption in there Incase anyone wanted to read that lol

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The Babysitter🧖‍♀️

Warning ‼️ (Enemies to Lovers, lots of banter😏, smex ofc)

Hey y’all! So I was supposed to post this last night, but I fell asleep whoopsies @slashduffizzysgf hehe. So, here’s a lil something to kick your morning off! This story is kinda long so hope y’all enjoy. Oh btw if anyone has requests you can always put it in the submission box or just message me directly 😊

Duff McKagan x Sassy Babysitter aka Y/N

Y/N POV

You weren’t expecting to spend your afternoon in the McKagan household babysitting their little girl. You’d gotten a call earlier in the week from a family friend of theirs, who mentioned their daughter, Lily, needed a sitter for the day. What they didn’t mention was their 21-year-old son, Duff.

You had met some of the most outrageous rockstars in your life, guys with egos as big as their fame, but this guy? This guy was something different.

When you first arrived, the house was quiet, almost eerily so, and you thought maybe you’d hit the jackpot with a peaceful gig. That was until Lily fell asleep for her nap, and you heard it. Guitar riffs, loud drums, and the unmistakable sound of chaos above.

Curious, and with no plans of leaving early, you decided to investigate. You followed the sounds of the ruckus up the stairs, to a room at the end of the hall. You knocked lightly, but it didn’t stop the music. So you pushed the door open, just a crack, enough to peek inside.

The sight before you was nothing short of rockstar madness. Duff McKagan, guitar in hand, was standing in front of a drum kit where a guy, presumably his bandmate Steven, was going absolutely wild on the drums.

Duff was lean, tall, and dressed in a way that screamed “rock ‘n’ roll”, black leather pants, spiked bracelets, black tank top, and cowboy boots. His messy, blonde hair cascaded over his eyes, but even from the doorway, you could see his confident grin.

When he finally noticed you in the doorway, his strumming slowed, and he tilted his head back, catching your eyes. “You the babysitter?” he asked, his voice deep and dripping with that cocky charm you’d come to expect from rockstars.

“Yeah. Didn’t realize you were part of the deal,” you said with a dry smile. “But you mind turning it down a little? I’m trying to enjoy some peace and quiet.”

Steven, sitting behind the drums, chuckled under his breath, but Duff’s smile only grew wider. “Peace and quiet? I think you’ve got the wrong house, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I guess I did,” you shot back, not even trying to hide the sarcasm in your voice. “I’ll just go grab a drink or something.”

But Duff wasn’t letting you off that easy. “Nah, don’t go just yet. It’s rare I get someone with this much… attitude,” he said with a grin. “Stick around. I won’t bite.”

“You sure about that?” you countered, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. “I’m not so sure you can handle all this attitude.”

Duff let out a low laugh, amused by your defiance. “Oh, trust me, sweetheart. I’ve handled much worse than you.”

“Careful now, McKagan,” you shot back. “I’m not the one you want to mess with.”

“Not even a little?” he raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by your sass.

You met his gaze head-on, not backing down. “Not even a little.”

Before either of you could exchange more words, Steven finished his solo and glanced over at you. “You’re a lot more interesting than this guy,” he teased, grinning at you before looking at Duff. “Maybe we should give her a lesson or two.”

“Yeah, that’s real funny,” Duff muttered, rolling his eyes but never breaking his confident grin. He’d definitely been in situations like this before, but something about you kept pulling his attention. He finally broke away from his instrument, his gaze not leaving yours. “Alright, fine. You want peace and quiet? I’ll give you a little.”

You thought the exchange was over. It wasn’t.

After a while, Steven left, and you were left alone with Duff. You were trying to keep the babysitting gig going, making sure Lily stayed asleep, but Duff’s presence was making it impossible to concentrate. The house felt too quiet now, and the tension between you both simmered under the surface.

Duff, having not taken his eyes off you, moved closer. “Still here? I figured you’d be out by now.”

“I have a job to do, you know?” you replied, turning toward him with a sly smile. “Some of us actually work.”

He leaned back against the couch, crossing his arms. “You know, I’ve always found that people with your kind of attitude are the most fun to break.”

You scoffed, keeping your ground. “You can try, but good luck. You’ll need it.”

“You’re a stubborn one, huh?” he teased, taking a step closer to you. The air between you grew thicker as he closed the distance. “I like that.”

“Don’t get too cocky, McKagan. You won’t win me over that easily.”

“I’m not trying to win you over,” he replied with a confident grin. “I’m just trying to have a little fun.”

At that moment, the tension cracked. Before you knew it, Duff was pulling you closer, his lips crashing onto yours. The kiss was everything: raw, passionate, and daring. You pulled away for a second, catching your breath, but when he leaned in again, you couldn’t help yourself. Something about him…the cocky attitude, the relentless charm, made you want to see just how far this could go.

You didn’t know how long it had been before the sound of a door creaking open and the tiny steps of Lily waking up brought you back to reality.

“Shit,” you muttered, pulling away from him. “I gotta—”

Duff raised a finger to his lips, signaling for you to be quiet. “We won’t wake her. Don’t worry.”

You didn’t know how long it had been before the creak of a door down the hall reminded you that Lily was just a few rooms away. You broke the kiss, breathless, your hand flat against Duff’s chest. “We shouldn’t…”

Duff didn’t budge, just smirked as he leaned in again, voice low and rough. “She’s out. You really wanna stop now?”

Your eyes narrowed, heart racing as his fingers teased the hem of your shirt. “If she wakes up, you’re explaining why I didn’t answer the damn phone.”

He chuckled, cocky and calm. “Fine. I’ll just tell them you were… busy.”

You shoved him back slightly, but it only made him grin harder. “God, you’re such an ass.”

“Yeah?” he rasped, pushing you gently back onto the mattress. “You didn’t seem to mind a second ago.”

His hands slid under your shirt, mouth hot on your neck as he murmured, “Still don’t hear you telling me to stop.”

You bit your lip, stubborn as ever, even as your hips lifted to meet his. “Don’t think this means you’ve got me, McKagan.”

He kissed you hard, all teeth and heat. “Nah, sweetheart. Just means you’ve got terrible self-control.”

You moaned against his mouth, gripping the back of his hair as you whispered, “You talk too much.”

“Then shut me up,” he growled, and you did, pulling him back in, every touch daring him to try and tame you.

He was cocky, relentless, and way too full of himself.

But you?

You weren’t about to make this easy.

He groaned against your mouth as you pulled him closer, your legs wrapping around his waist like second nature.

Duff broke the kiss just long enough to look down at you, flushed and breathless beneath him, a smug tilt to his lips. “You sure you’re not gonna start crying halfway through and tell me this was a mistake?”

You snorted, tugging on his shirt until it was over his head and tossed somewhere across the room. “You wish you were that unforgettable.”

He laughed, low and rough. “Sweetheart, you’re gonna be walking funny tomorrow.”

“Oh my god,” you muttered, biting back a smile as he dipped his head to your neck again, teeth scraping lightly at the spot that made you gasp. “You seriously never shut up, do you?”

“Nope,” he said smugly, voice muffled against your skin. “But you like it.”

You tried to retort, but your thoughts scattered the moment his hand slipped past the waistband of your jeans, fingers finding just how ready you were for him. You hissed in a breath, and that damn smirk of his returned.

“Well, well,” he murmured, teasing but dark with desire. “And here you were acting like I wasn’t getting to you.”

You gripped his hair, tugging just enough to make him look at you. “I still don’t like you.”

“Sure,” he breathed, eyes locked with yours as he popped your button and dragged your jeans down. “Say that again after I’m inside you.”

Your breath caught at the sound of his zipper, the shift of fabric, the weight of him settling between your thighs.

“Duff…” you warned, trying to sound firm even as your body betrayed you, arching into him, heat pooling low in your belly.

He ran his nose along your jaw, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “Just say the word, baby. Or stop me now.”

You didn’t. Couldn’t.

Instead, you pulled him down, lips crashing into his like you were trying to burn away every inch of the tension between you. He didn’t waste another second. He shoved his cock in slowly, watching every expression flicker across your face with great satisfaction. He filled you up just enough to stretch, not enough to break.

Your breath came in shaky gasps, hands clutching his shoulders. “Shit…”

“Fuck, you feel good,” he growled, rolling his hips with a deep thrust that made you bite your lip to stay quiet. “Can’t wait to hear you when you’re not trying to be quiet.”

You were already close to snapping at him when—

RING. RING.

Your eyes flew open, panic flashing. “No. No. No—”

Duff froze, that shit-eating grin back on his face. “Guess who that is.”

You glared at him. “Don’t you dare.”

He reached over you, grabbed the cordless phone off his nightstand, and handed it to you with the smuggest look you’d ever seen.

“Answer it.”

“Duff—”

“Pick. It. Up,” he murmured, hips still pressed snug between your thighs.

You hesitated for a split second before snatching the phone from him and pressing it to your ear, trying to keep your voice level.

“H-Hello?”

“Hi, Y/N! Just checking in. Is Lily alright?”

Duff’s next thrust had your hand flying to his shoulder, nails digging in. You clapped your other hand over your mouth, eyes wide as he buried his face in your neck, biting back a groan as he moved again, slow, deep, and relentless.

You forced a shaky smile into your voice. “Yes. She’s… s-sleeping. Everything’s great.”

Duff chuckled softly against your skin, and you slapped his arm with the hand not holding the phone. He didn’t stop… of course he didn’t. He was enjoying every second of it. Watching you struggle to stay composed while he made it impossible.

“Are you sure?” his mom’s voice asked kindly. “You sound a little out of breath.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to moan. “Oh, uh—just went upstairs to check on her! That’s all. Everything’s fine, I swear.”

Duff grinned wickedly and pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in, watching as you choked on a gasp and smacked his arm again. “Asshole,” you mouthed.

“I’m so glad,” his mom continued. “Thanks again for helping us out, Y/N.”

“No problem!” you said quickly, voice an octave too high. “Happy to help! Okay—bye!”

You hung up and threw the phone at the foot of the bed.

“Done?” Duff asked, voice low and smug.

You shoved his shoulder. “I hate you.”

He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “Then hate me harder.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before Duff dragged your mouth back to his. It wasn’t sweet or slow, he kissed you like he owned you, like he was still laughing at the way you squirmed through that phone call and didn’t regret a damn second of it.

His rhythm picked up, deep and steady, dragging another moan out of you that you had to muffle into his shoulder. His name slipped past your lips more than once, half-curses, half-whimpers, and every time you did, it only made him smirk harder.

“That’s right,” he muttered against your throat. “Say it again. Louder this time.”

You gritted your teeth, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. “Not a chance.”

Duff chuckled darkly. “Still playing stubborn, huh?” He shifted his angle, going deeper than he was before.

Your fingers clawed into his back as your body arched up into him. “God—Duff—”

“Yeah, there she is,” he growled, picking up the pace. “You gonna come for me, or you still pretending you don’t want to?”

“Shut up,” you gasped, nails raking down his shoulder blades. “You’re so full of yourself”

“I told you,” he panted, lips grazing your jaw. “You’d be the one begging. Not me.”

“Keep dreaming,” you snapped, even as your walls clenched around him.

He felt it, of course he did, and grinned against your mouth. “That feel like dreaming to you, baby?”

Your breath hitched as a wave of pleasure hit. You came hard, legs locking around his waist as you bit down on your lip to keep from crying out his name loud enough to wake the whole damn house. He cursed under his breath at the feel of it, hips losing rhythm as he was cumming too.

Duff came with a rough groan into your neck, arms tightening around you like he couldn’t get close enough. His cock was buried deep as he spilled into you, breath hot and uneven.

For a moment, all you could hear was the sound of both of you breathing hard, skin sticky and hearts still racing.

Then—

“Well,” you panted, pushing damp hair off your forehead. “That was… something.”

Duff lifted his head, hair wild, still catching his breath. That smug grin was already creeping back. “Don’t act like it wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had.”

You gave him a flat look. “You are so annoying.”

“And yet,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your collarbone, “you’re still under me.”

“Purely for scientific purposes,” you quipped. “Studying the effects of sleeping with a cocky dumbass.”

He laughed, that deep rasp of his filling the room. “Yeah? And what’s your conclusion, professor?”

You smirked, fingers playing with a strand of his hair. “That maybe I’ll let you do it again, if you behave.”

Duff raised an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I don’t behave. But you’ll still be back.”

You pushed at his chest, even as a smile tugged at your lips. “You really think you’re that irresistible?”

He leaned in, lips brushing yours, his voice soft and teasing. “You tell me.”

You didn’t answer.

You just kissed him again.



Steven finallyyy made his happy bday post to izzy!

Conflicted: Ch.29 🎀

Maddy P.O.V:

He came down looking smug as ever. Not a care in the world judging by the way his clothes were half on.

“When did this happen?” he asked gesturing with his finger to Axl and I.

“Doesn’t matter. Deal with it.” Axl huffed, ushering past me to help move my suitcases out of the way of the front entrance of the home.

“Izzy babe-yy come back.” a voice whined from behind the tall bassist.

It was that Pamela girl from that day at the show in Seattle.

“Oh wow. What a surprise to see you here!” she sarcastically grinned tugging on Izzy’s arm as she used his shoulder to balance her chin on for support.

Izzy was too dazed to notice Pamela was leaning all over him as he thought about all those restless nights he spent trying to get over Maddy.

“Yeah….well it’s nice to see someone has moved on…I guess.” I whispered at the end, trembling on my own words.

“Wait baby-I mean Maddy.” he called out rushing down the steps to grab her familiar hands in his.

“Please don’t.” I croaked fighting back tears remembering the hurt he caused me when I waited all those nights to hear a phone call but never did.

“Look, I know what it looks like but she means nothing to me. I promise she’s just an easy lay when I’m fucked up and can’t think straight.” he rambled attempting to ease my concern while he rubbed my arms vigorously with the pads of his fingers.

“I don’t know what’s worse. Waiting all those nights for you to finally call me and tell me you missed me as much as I missed you….or coming here to find you with her of all people.”

“I couldn’t okay?!? I couldn’t stand to call you after letting you leave that night. I felt like a fucking coward.” he sighed releasing himself from me to run his hands through his hair.

“I waited day and night. And you couldn’t even give me a simple apology?” I shouted letting my tears stream down freely.

“I’m sorry Maddy. I fucked up I know, but you should know that I fucking love you so much baby.” he pleaded wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me in for a forced kiss.

“Urgh. Get off me. You’re drunk.” I grimaced wiping my mouth as I stormed off, shaking with anger.

“Get your shit together.” Slash said making Izzy feel like a complete fuck up.

“Oh and you should leave sweetheart. I would borrow you if the time was right but not today.” Slash added leaving Pamela outraged as she grabbed her heels and fled downstairs and out the door fuming.

“What’s her deal?” Steven asked walking in confused with a hand in his hair and drumsticks in the other.

……

“Hey, so Duff found out you’re staying with me for awhile and decided not to come.” Axl said as he rounded the table to come sit next to me.

“This day is officially the worst day ever.” I groaned running my hands through my hair, to help diminish the oncoming migraine.

“Don’t let em get to you. They’re just acting out but in a few days they’ll both come around.”

“No. Duff is acting out. Izzy is just guilty because he got caught fucking Miss Pammy, his favorite slut.” I spat thinking about earlier today and seeing her cover herself with nothing but a small towel.

“I came to get you here so we could talk about us. Not Izzy, yet you can’t seem to stop talking about him.” Axl complained shaking his leg up and down.

“I’m sorry okay?!?!…

“I stayed up all those nights waiting for him to call and he never did. Imagine loving somebody and being split apart from them against your own will and come to find out they didn’t even try to reach out to you.” I cried clearly still upset about the whole ordeal.

Axl didn’t say a word and instead quietly got up from his seat and disappeared behind his walls.

I got up to follow him and didn’t see him anywhere in sight so I decided to go up the stairs and see if he went into his room for the night only to walk into the wrong room.

Why is this my life.

“Wrong room.” he retorted, rolling his eyes.

“Y’know what. Fuck you Izzy.” I shouted.

“What did you just say?” he asked getting up from his spot on the bed to walk over towards me and grab my wrist with his hand firmly.

“Let me go.” I whined uncomfortable with his sudden demeanor change.

“How many times do I have to apologize Maddy? I’m sorry.”

“I really am.” he sighed getting go of my wrist only to grab my hand in his, interlocking fingers.

“No. I’m not doing this again.” I stated letting go of his hand to exit his room until he blocked my way forcing me to face him.

“Please. I promise I thought about you every fucking night, every day. I fucked all those girls because I thought it would help me get over you but it didn’t work. It made it worse.” he told me hovering close to my face with a stern grip on my waist.

“I-I don’t beleive you.” I whispered looking down at my hands as I played with the bracelet I had on, not ready to face those eyes of his that I missed so much.

“Will you beleive me if I told you the whole time….when I was fucking Pamela I closed my eyes and imagined it was you that was making me feel good.” he muttered close to my ear.

“S-stop it Izzy.” I whined pushing against his tall frame which stayed put.

“Maddy? Are you in there?”

Axl

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-i know it’s not a lot but i tried to keep up where i left off for u all!! <3hope u all enjoy ittt

would u all be interested if i made an ig group for everyone 2 communicate & send mssgs in,,, like a little 80’s rock group? <33🎀🫶🏼💗

boo! we want guns n roses!😒🎀

Conflicted Chapter 28🎀:

Maddy P.O.V

After two weeks of rotting in my bed, I summoned the nerve to seek out Axl again after he requested that I visit him.

He contacted me about a month ago and tried to call again, but I wasn't feeling well and had avoided meeting or talking to anyone for the past few weeks because I was still dealing with the Izzy situation.

What made it even more difficult for me was the fact that Izzy never called; every day, I would wake up and travel down the stairs to ask my mother if he had.

She would discreetly shake her head and give me a pity look, which I despised since I didn't want my mother to feel bad for believing someone like Izzy would bother to contact me

“Maddy!”

“What?” I replied, glancing up from my bowl of cereal, wondering if I was talking aloud and whether my mother had heard me.

“Axl called again, he’s asking for you. I think you should answer hon.” she insisted, feeling sympathy for the redhead who had attempted to contact her daughter, unlike Izzy, which made her like him even more.

“Alright.”

…..

“Maddy?”

“Hi Axl.” I muttered holding the phone closer to my ear as I felt it slip out of my sweaty hands, all of a sudden nervous.

“I’ve been trying to reach you, but your mom said you weren’t feeling well. So, I thought maybe…. your feeling better?” he asked.

“I-Well…honestly,I’ve been avoiding your calls and I wasn’t feeling so good.” I sighed.

“I figured,..…..I’ve missed you, so has Duff y’know. I think you should give him a call.”

"No, thanks,….and if you called to get me back on good terms with my brother, who embarrassed me and never apologized, then no." I spat, eager to hang up.

"Okay, just hear me out. Izzy's doing good. But your brother isn't doing so well, and he's still upset with Izzy, which is disrupting our live shows." he explained.

"I couldn’t care less about Izzy,….my brother knows what he did." I lied, simply because I was too stubborn to accept that I had made a mistake by choosing Izzy to have my heart, and now I had to face the consequences.

"I guess you're right…..so, why don't you come visit me here? Maybe after seeing everyone, you'll feel better?" he asked, holding on by a thread.

“Like who?” I scoffed.

“Slash and Steven. Those two ask about you all the time y’know.”

I cringed when I heard those two names because they had nothing to do with the fight that had broken out that night, but rather with the falling out. I felt horrible for not communicating with them because I knew they meant well and I adored them both, especially Slash.

He was also the one who cared the most about me when I was fighting with Izzy or Axl.

“Fine. But I’m only coming to see Slash or Steven and maybe…you.” I spoke into the telephone.

“Great. I’ll fly you out and I’ve already spoken with your mom about the idea and she’s fine with it.” he told me, grinning on the other side of the phone.

“See you then I guess.” I replied, ending the phone call and letting out a deep breathe.

I was already regretting agreeing to this.

… … …

“Maddy! Over here!” I heard a voice yell from across the L.A.X airport.

My flight had left yesterday, late night, so when I landed it was practically morning in the sunny city of Los Angeles.

“Yes I see you.” I sighed, rolling my eyes at the sudden memories that came rushing back as soon as I spotted Axl and his red hair that were full of past memories.

He slipped past me at first, not recognizing my newly dyed hair, which was now shoulder length and half the length of his, giving me a little grown-up appearance but still appearing young and emphasizing my baby face.

“Oh wow. You look different.” he muttered taking a good look at me, up and down.

“Thanks?...” I replied, raising an eyebrow, wondering what he had meant by that.

“You look good obviously.” he added, playfully rolling his eyes as he pulled me into his embrace, squishing my face on his shoulder.

“I have the car out front.” he exclaimed, collecting my luggage as he led me out the massive airport's sliding doors and into the welcoming sun, as well as the hot wind that blasted me as soon as we stepped outside of the shade.

We spotted his car and rushed to it when Slash emerged out of the driver's seat to help me with all of my bags.

“Slash?” I squealed, finally happy to see someone who I genuinely missed.

“Hey! You’re not Maddy, what have you done with her and her blonde hair.” he teased, scrunching my hair, as he picked it up and examined it with his fingers, through his dark shades.

“I thought it looked good.” I huffed, matching his playful banter as I pouted and put both hands on my hips.

“It does. I’m just playin.” he smiled, pulling me into his chest with an arm around my shoulder.

“Ok, ok….you both are best friends, we get it.”

“But we should go now or else it’ll get late and the traffic will suck.” he suggested, hopping into the driver’s seat.

“Wait, sit with me in the back?” I asked,pouting my lips at Slash who was already halfway sat in the front passenger seat.

“Ok alright.” he agreed, softly slapping my shoulder before joining me in the back.

“So how is Izzy?” I asked Axl, who met my eyes in the rear view mirror upon hearing Izzy’s name being mentioned.

“He’s uh good. Why?”

“Just curious..” I replied, looking out the window at the familiar scenery I drove past not too long ago.

“Izzy’s been banging chicks left and right.” Slash laughed, unable to contain his jokes causing me to frown.

“Hey, it’s okay.” he cooed.

“Izzy doesn’t deserve someone as beautiful and pure as you anyways.” Slash told me, stroking my hair in an attempt to lift my frown.

Which wasn’t working because now my stomach felt all queasy and I wanted nothing more than for Axl to turn the car back around to the airport.

How little did I mean to him.

“We’re going to my house and I think all the guys will be there, so, just a heads up Maddy.” Axl told me, wincing.

“Whatever. I don’t care.” I sighed, leaning into Slash and resting my head on his inviting shoulder.

He pulled me closer in his arms and stroked my arm.

When we arrived at his place, I couldn't help but feel anxious about seeing Izzy again, and my fingers began to shake involuntarily. But I tried to remain composed and fearless as we climbed up the steps to Axl's new house, which was more accurately characterized as a mansion.

“Don’t be nervous. He’s probably just as nervous knowing you’re showing up.” Axl told me, patting me on the shoulder.

“Hey guys!” Steven exclaimed as he opened the door, reaching out to embrace me first and picking me up to spin.

“I missed you Maddy.” he told me, putting me down.

“I missed you too Stevie.” I pouted, feeling guilty about never properly saying goodbye to him.

“Okay, go on inside before the annoying neighbor comes back to complain about the noise.” Slash groaned, pushing me into the home as he followed behind.

Axl's house was skillfully decorated with bold tones, brightness, and lovely hues on the tiles and walls of the large house. He had also hung several art frames around the empty space, including a few photographs of Gun N Roses from their early days, as well as a couple of vinyls, to match the images to the songs played in the pictures.

“Your home is beautiful Axl.” I gleamed, looking around the surprisingly artistic place.

“Thanks. I had my ex girlfriend help me with a lot of the things around the house.” he nervously chuckled.

“Right.” I emphasized on the t, suddenly remembering the brunette that was once around.

“Axl what the fuck took so long?” I heard the familiar voice of Izzy call out.

Fuck fuck fuck.

“I thought you were just going to ge-……Maddy?”

Conflicted Chapter 19🎀:

Maddy P.O.V

We arrived at a small gig that Guns N’ Roses were set to play, shortly after 8 p.m since they usually always played an hour later than scheduled.

Everyone got their instruments set up as they hopped onto the bar stage tuning their guitars and warming up, to play an acoustic version of “Mr. Brownstone” , “Sweet Child O’ Mine” & many others.

Axl and Izzy were planning on doing a duet for Paradise City but Axl stormed off, leaving Izzy clueless.

“The fuck is your deal.” the Indiana native spat, giving Axl a dirty look as Axl went about his business ignoring him and doing some vocal warmups.

“Baby just ignore him. I think he’s just a bit on edge.” I said rubbing his back.

“I think I’m gonna puke seeing you too.” Axl snarked rolling his eyes at us, moving his chair to the other side of the stage by Slash, taking the microphone with him.

“We need to do a duet and the microphone has to be in the middle of the stage.” Izzy told him, snatching his chair and tugging it back in the middle.

“I don’t need you. My voice is perfect on its own.” he smirked, grabbing the chair and planting it back on the other side of the stage.

"Shut up fuckers, we’re on in 5 minutes." Duff yelled, suffering from a severe headache brought on by yesterday night's partying, which Axl and Izzy intensified.

“Wait! I forgot my drumsticks.” Steven chirped scurrying backstage.

“Great.” Axl retorted, slumping down into his chair.

"Axl!" I heard a girl shout from behind the stage, sitting on a stool, along with other seating configurations on a platform above, with stairs leading down to the stage where the rockers would be performing soon.

She had long curly brown hair, that made her blue eyes pop and a voice that seemed hardly audible even when she shouted.

“Erin baby, you came.” Axl grinned blowing her a kiss.

"Baby?" I wondered, curious about when they got back together and why he would talk to me if he had a girlfriend.

“Jealous?” he smirked, seeing my confused expression which quickly turned sour upon seeing his smug attitude.

“Jealous!” I scoffed, correcting him by saying how disappointed I was.

“Your not my mother…..although if you wanted-

“Okay stop it.” Duff grimaced putting his hands over his ears.

“You guys are not going to treat my sister like one of your groupie whores and take turns with her.”

“Who said we’re taking turns?” Izzy countered, raising an eyebrow at Axl, wondering if anything had happened between the lead singer and the young girl whose heart he had stolen.

“Nothing happened between me and Axl!” Maddy huffed, causing everyone to look at her sudden outburst, stomping her feet as she went up the stairs to sit next to the quiet girl she had observed from earlier.

“Hi. I’m Maddy.” I smiled sweetly, extending a hand out to the bright eyed girl next to me.

“I’m Erin.” she smiled, giving off a soft vibe like she wasn’t a threat and seemed like a sweet girl who didn’t even look like she belonged with the hard rock singer, with her simple outfit.

"Your Duff's…….sister?" She queried, narrowing her eyes at me.

“How did you know.”

“You both have the same mannerisms and are really sweet.” she explained, with the same warm grin.

I returned the smile and got along well with her as the boys performed their songs perfectly, which surprised me given the circumstances from earlier.

One thing I had noticed about Axl and Izzy was that no matter how much they hated each other at times, they made sure to make each other look good while performing, not allowing one person to shine alone but equally sharing the spotlight, which is why they had been friends for so long because they respected and cared for each other deeply.

I hated seeing them fighting and was happy to know that they got along for the show and even hugged it out on stage, not that Izzy was an affectionate guy but Axl was and he made sure to show out for his loved ones.

“You guys were great!” Erin and I squealed rushing down the steps to give each of our guys a hug.

“Thanks Maddy.” Axl cockily grinned, putting his arm around Erin as she ignored the obvious looks he was giving me.

“Come on let’s go.” Izzy muttered, throwing his arm around my waist and placing a kiss on my shoulder, walking me backstage.

“Erin seems like a very sweet girl. I’m glad Axl found someone like her.”

“Yeah. He needs more than her to save himself.”

I didn’t inquire further, nodding, since Axl was a touchy subject.

“I wanna talk about you.”

“What about me?” I giggled, suddenly nervous by the way he was looking at me while he had me pinned between his hands, leaned back against the wall.

I felt my face flush as his hand went to rest on my cheek, running his thumb across my glossed lips, pressing down on the middle of them to form a pout around his thumb and teasing it inside.

“Suck it.” he demanded.

I gradually sucked on his thumb, moving it in and out between my puffed up lips remaining eye contact with him as I pulled off with a pop before spitting on it like he spit in my mouth and letting it drip down, collecting it all before it splattered on the ground beneath us, licking around as I evenly spread the wetness, taking it all the way, bobbing up and down and releasing to kiss his lips with a trail of spit connecting my lips to his thumb.

“Does my baby want my cock that badly that she has to make a mess all over my thumb?” he asked, kissing my lips, engulfing the trail of spit and releasing with a wet smack.

“Yes please. I want your cum. I want it all over my tits and my pussy, an-and all over my body.” I whimpered, as he snaked a hand down my body to aggressively rub my pussy over my panties in fast circles.

“Get on your knees.” he spat yanking on my hair to pull me down, on my ass, letting my legs fold on the ground in a “W” , so I could have my pussy against the ground to rub against.

I grabbed his cock and spit on it letting out a big bubble and blowing on it, creating tiny bubbles and rubbing my lips across it like it was a lip product, back and forth before kissing the tip.

"Take it down your fucking throat." He groaned growing tired of my teasing as he bucked his hips forward pushing my head down, causing me to choke and tear up, forcing him to let go, and let me cough it out before thrusting his cock back down with no remorse, gathering my hair in a messy ponytail to move up and down his hardened length.

I let go of his cock with a sputter, his precum mixed with my spit pouring down onto my tits, as I rubbed it in to give him a show, watching him jerk off in front of my face.

“Such a fucking slut for my cock. You just turn into a little bitch for it.”

“Only for you Izzy. I love being a slut for your big cock.” I replied, giggling as I licked a stripe up his cock while he stroked it over my face.

“Get up I wanna fuck you now.” he grunted pulling me off the floor by my underarms like a rag doll and flipping me around to face the wall, roughly pulling my skirt down, forcing me to stick my ass out for him, while standing on my tippy toes since he was significantly taller than me.

My sneakers squeaked against the ground as he pushed into me from behind wrapping one arm around my waist to keep me firm on his cock while the other pinned my arm up against the wall.

I gasped, arching my back as my pussy became ten times wetter, hearing the lewd noises of his cock entering in and out of my pussy.

“Be fucking quiet.” he growled in my ear.

“You don't want your brother to find us and witness me fucking his baby sister like the desperate little whore she is, would you?”

I loved hearing his perverted comments, enjoying how dirty he made me feel.

“I think you would love it if everybody were to see the cockdrunk slut you are." he spat, causing me to sob.

“I-Iz!” I squealed feeling pleasure waves throughout my body as his cock repeatedly poked against the spongy region of my pussy, making my eyes roll back and incoherently blabbering over and over again about how big his cock was.

“I said be fuck-ing quiet.” he hissed going deeper with his thrusts, moving his hand from my waist to my mouth covering it tightly.

I moved my hand over his, desperately trying to hold onto something as I felt my orgasm approaching and my legs going weak while he pounded into me faster.

“I-I’m gonna cu-cum.” I whined, muffled by his large hand, before he moved it abruptly to rub my clit as I let out a big squeal feeling a gush of liquid release out of me while I tried to stay on my tippy toes with my legs that were now worn out and shaking.

“Shit shit s-shit. Fuck-k yeah baby give it to me. Give me all your fucking cum.”

I squealed pushing Izzy away as I felt very sensitive coming back down from my high.

He pulled himself together while I stayed still trying to catch my breath after squirting.

“That was so hot baby. Did it feel good?” he asked as he buried himself in my neck.

“Y-Yes.” I breathed out, looking down my leg, and seeing his cum spill out.

I reached down my body, whimpering at the feeling of pushing his leaking cum back into my sensitive pussy.

“I would fuck you again but we have to catch up with the guys. Your brother is probably wondering where you went.” he sighed moving his hair out of his face.

I fixed myself and ran my fingers through my hair making sure there were no knots.

“Why don’t you go fix your face in the bathroom while I see what they’re up too?” Izzy suggested, seeing my red stained cheeks and smudged makeup.

“Okay.” I smiled reaching up to give him a kiss as he walked off.

I ventured off into the quiet bathroom fixing my face by running a wet napkin over my smudged mascara and reapplying lipgloss to my swollen lips, when I saw Angela walk in.

The same Angela that used to be Izzy’s favorite groupie.

What was she doing here?

“Hey Maddy!" She grinned, in the fakest voice I'd ever heard.

“Hi.” I responded, meekly.

“You look like you’ve been having fun. Who’s the lucky guy?” she smirked.

“Let me guess. Axl?”

“Axl? No. I’m with Izzy.” I reply, annoyed at her attempt to small talk answers out of me.

She appeared perplexed at first, but then lifted her brow, staring down at her hands as she played with the crusted nail polish.

“So you both are like official now?” she asked, the fake voice suddenly replaced by a bitter tone.

“Yes.” I blushed thinking about earlier while re-applying some fresh coats of mascara.

“Well I think that is very brave of you.”

“What do you mean brave?” I asked.

“Y’know….Izzy’s history with women and all.” she exhaled.

“Izzy is a changed man.” I sighed, annoyed by her false propaganda of trying to deter me away from him.

“I've heard Axl is in love with you." she spat, prompting me to halt in the middle of applying mascara and turn to face her with the wand in hand.

“What told you that?” I hissed, wondering if Axl was going around telling everyone our business.

“Erin Everly, his girlfriend.”

Conflicted Pt:16🎀

Izzy P.O.V

Things were great between Axl and I. We had been talking again like old times and I had been staying with him,since Duff wouldn’t answer my calls.

I tried to call Maddy as well but I got no answer and it went to voicemail everytime.

Axl told me to give her some space and that she would come around but she never ignored me this much and I was started to feel uneasy about our relationship going forward.

“I think I’m going to go over there.” I told Axl, feeling confident enough to show my face to Maddy in an effort to save our relationship.

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t know how she’ll feel about seeing your face right now especially Duff. Y’know how overprotective he is when it comes to Maddy.” Axl snorted remembering the time that Duff almost knocked him out for misinterpreting the day he took Maddy out for a hookup.

“It doesn’t matter what Duff thinks. Maddy can think for herself, screw him for not answering my calls.” I spit, getting up from the couch to grab my jacket and keys.

“Just be careful of what you say to her. She’s probably overly sensitive right now.” Axl told me before I left out the door and to Duff’s place.

… … …

I knocked on the door for what felt like forever when the door suddenly opened to a stern faced Duff.

“Iz you need to leave now.” he spat not giving me a chance to reply as he started to shut the door on me, which I stopped with my foot.

“Duff please let me explain. I really love your sister and I fucked up but I can’t fucking live without her.” I begged, which was weird since I never thought I would have to beg Duff for anything.

“I knew you would pull some shit like this. I even warned her.” he lashed out,pointing an accusatory finger at my face.

“It’s not my fault! Axl was the one who tried seducing her and I found them both together at the Troubadour.” I spewed not thinking twice about the consequences it would have on Axl.

All I was thinking about was saving myself and looking good in front of him to get through to Maddy.

“What do you mean Axl and Maddy were together?” he asked this time directing his anger towards Axl instead of me.

“I saw them both, they were like leaning into each other or some shit.” I muttered, all of a sudden remembering why I was mad at Maddy at the first place.

“Y’know what, I shouldn’t have come. I’m sorry for bothering you.” I sighed feeling that aching pain I felt when I caught Axl and Maddy together that day.

“Wait. I know she would want to see you, after all she was crying for you last night anyways.” Duff sighed putting his hand on my shoulder to give it a tight squeeze.

“And I know you didn’t mean to hurt her. I guess sometimes I forget that we are rockstars and having a relationship can be pretty tough a lot of the times.” he added,letting out a deep breath as he suddenly remembered about Axl.

“So wants the deal with Ax. Does he have feelings for her?”

“Yeah. But don’t tell him I said anything. He gave me shit for how I treated Maddy last night and seemed genuinely hurt that she was upset. I wouldn’t take him as a threat.” I told Duff to let him know not to attack Axl just because of some things I might have let slip out.

“Yeah I guess you’re right. The poor guy hasn’t been very lucky with Erin recently either so I guess he’s just trying to find his place again.”

“Well anyways. Maddy’s in her room. I’ll give you both some privacy.” he said as he walked off to his room closing the door shut.

I suddenly felt these weird butterflies in my stomach.

Something I hadn’t felt since middle school.

Usually I never had butterflies because all I did were one night stands,hookups or quick blowjobs after our shows with endless groupies lined up to our pleasure.

It never once occurred to me that I would be nervous for a girl, ever in my life until now.

That feeling was for Maddy.

I twisted the knob slowly and opened the door finding her chest moving up and down softly, she wasn’t snoring but she was asleep for sure.

As I came closer I saw her sprawled across her bed, her comforter bunched up around her feet and her pink babydoll nightdress was bunched around her waist while she cuddled a stuffed bunny.

I came and sat next to her on the bed stroking her hair softly,away from her face as I watched her small body moving up and down with every breath she took, stirring a bit in her sleep when she felt my hand.

She reached up to grab it to which I assumed she thought was Duff because when she opened her eyes and saw me she immediately sat up almost banging her head on her bed frame.

“What are you doing in my bed?” she softly whispered, tugging her nightdress down from her waist to cover herself.

“I’m sorry.”

She looked up at me when I said that and I caught her eyes sparkling as her fairy lights shined down in the room, dimly lighting our figures amongst the darkness of the night.

I could see how puffy her eyes were and it hurt me to know that I was the cause of that.

I reached out to stoke her cheek but she swiftly moved away rejecting my touch.

“When I saw you and Axl together, I saw the way you both looked at each other. You lost your virginity to him so it makes sense that you feel different with him than me.”

“He really cares about you for some odd reason. I guess ever since you slept with him he’s had this soft spot for you in his heart.”

She was silently listening, not replying but instead analyzing everything I said, in her head, by herself.

“And I kissed that girl to make you jealous, when I came back to the dressing room Axl almost killed me because he said that you left crying.”

I saw her twitch when I mentioned Axl and how he almost tried to kill me.

“Which made me realize he might love you and that scares me because you’re supposed to be mine and the thought of him taking you away from me is something I’m not ready to accept.”

She still wasn’t saying anything which was getting on my nerves since I came here and tried to explain to her why I made a mistake.

“Are you just gonna sit there and not say anything Maddy?” I spat getting uncomfortable with the silence she had going on.

“I accept your apology Izzy. But I don’t want to get back together with you.” she croaked turning around to lie down, nestled, with her stuffed bunny.

I could hear her silent sniffles and didn’t want to bother her anymore, so I didn’t have to hear her crying.

Not because it was annoying, but because hearing her cry was the worst, knowing I caused it.

It made me feel bad for her.

“Maddy come on. I don’t want you to cry anymore. I love you, y’know that right?” I whispered laying down to pull her close to my body, putting an arm around her waist.

She didn’t move away from my touch but kept her head down in the stuffed bunny she was cuddling.

Her sniffles eventually slowed as she stopped crying and fell asleep with calm breaths.

I moved her hair out of her face and wiped off the tears that stained it, giving her soft plushy cheek some kisses before taking off my jacket and tucking us both into her blanket.

A rockstar couldn’t possibly fall in love, unless the right girl came along.