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kookie-doughs · 3 years

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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader -Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything was now ruined.

CHAPTER 11: Prepare For Trouble And Make It Double

In a way, it's nice to know there are Greek gods out there, because you have somebody to blame when things go wrong. For instance, when you're walking away from a bus that's just been attacked by monster hags and blown up by lightning, and it's raining on top of everything else, most people might think that's just really bad luck; when you're a half-blood, you understand that some divine force really is trying to mess up your day. Which was actually what's happening. So there we were, Annabeth, Percy, Grover and I, walking through the woods along the New Jersey riverbank, the glow of New York City making the night sky yellow behind us, and the smell of the Hudson reeking in our noses. Percy and I walked side by side with our hand still connected. Grover was shivering and braying, his big goat eyes turned slit-pupiled and full of terror. "Three Kindly Ones. All three at once. I was pretty much in shock myself. The explosion of bus windows still rang in my ears. But Annabeth kept pulling us along, saying: "Come on! The farther away we get, the better. "All our money was back there," Percy reminded her. "Our food and clothes. Everything." "Well, maybe if you hadn't decided to jump into the fight—" "What did you want me to do? Let you guys get killed? I was not going to leave Y/N." "You didn't need to protect me, Percy. I would've been fine." "Sliced like sandwich bread," Grover put in, "but fine." "Shut up, goat boy," I said. Grover brayed mournfully. "Tin cans... a perfectly good bag of tin cans." We sloshed across mushy ground, through nasty twisted trees that smelled like sour laundry. After a few minutes, Annabeth fell into line next to Percy. "Look, I..." Her voice faltered. "I appreciate your coming back for us, okay? That was really brave." "We're a team, right?" She was silent for a few more steps. "It's just that if you died... aside from the fact that it would really suck for you, it would mean the quest was over. This may be my only chance to see the real world." The thunderstorm had finally let up. The city glow faded behind us, leaving us in almost total darkness. Do you want to see?

Yeah that would be nice.

It was as if it was morning, I could see everything clearly. I wandered my head to make sure I could see everything. This is cool. "You okay?" Percy asked. "Yeah," Not really a fan of the current silence I turned to Annabeth. "You haven't left Camp Half-Blood since you were seven?" I asked her. "No... only short field trips. My dad—" "The history professor." "Yeah. It didn't work out for me living at home. I mean, Camp Half-Blood is my home." She was rushing her words out now, as if she were afraid somebody might try to stop her. "At camp you train and train. And that's all cool and everything, but the real world is where the monsters are. That's where you learn whether you're any good or not." If I didn't know better, I could've sworn I heard doubt in her voice. "You're pretty good with that knife," I said. "You think so?" "Yeah maybe you can teach me some tricks. "Anybody who can piggyback-ride a Fury is okay by me." Percy smiled. I couldn't really see, but I thought she might've smiled. "You know," she said, "maybe I should tell you... Something funny back on the but..." Whatever she wanted to say was interrupted by a shrill toot-toot-toot, like the sound of an owl being tortured. "Hey, my reed pipes still work!" Grover cried. "If I could just remember a 'find path' song, we could get out of these woods!" He puffed out a few notes, but the tune still sounded suspiciously like Hilary Duff. Seeing a tree coming up I tried to pull Percy to avoid it but Percy immediately slammed into a tree and got a nice-size knot on his head. I suppressed my laugh by covering my mouth which made Percy glare at me. After tripping and cursing and generally feeling miserable for another mile or so, I started to see light up ahead: the colors of a neon sign. I could smell food. Fried, greasy, excellent food. I realized I hadn't eaten anything unhealthy since I'd arrived at Half-Blood Hill, where we lived on grapes, bread, cheese, and extra-lean-cut nymph-prepared barbecue. This kid needed a double cheeseburger. >We kept walking until I saw a deserted two-lane road through the trees. On the other side was a closed-down gas station, a tattered billboard for a 1990s movie, and one open business, which was the source of the neon light and the good smell. It wasn't a fast-food restaurant like I'd hoped. It was one of those weird roadside curio shops that sell lawn flamingos and wooden Indians and cement grizzly bears and stuff like that. The main building was a long, low warehouse, surrounded by acres of statuary. The neon sign above the gate was impossible for me to read, because if there's anything worse for my dyslexia than regular English, it's red cursive neon English. To me, it looked like: ATNYU MES GDERAN GOMEN MEPROUIM. "What the heck does that say?" I asked. "I don't know," Annabeth said. She loved reading so much, I'd forgotten she was dyslexic, too. Grover translated: "Aunty Em's Garden Gnome Emporium." Flanking the entrance, as advertised, were two cement garden gnomes, ugly bearded little runts, smiling and waving, as if they were about to get their picture taken. I crossed the street, following the smell of the hamburgers. "Hey..." Grover warned. "The lights are on inside," Annabeth said. "Maybe it's open." "Snack bar," I said wistfully. "Snack bar," Percy agreed. "Snack bar," Annabeth joined. "Are you three crazy?" Grover said. "This place is weird." We ignored him. The front lot was a forest of statues: cement animals, cement children, even a cement satyr playing the pipes, which gave Grover the creeps. "Bla-ha-ha!" he bleated. "Looks like my Uncle Ferdinand!" We stopped at the warehouse door. "Don't knock," Grover pleaded. "I smell monsters." I turned to look at my knife. It had a light glow emitting from it. Probably because it was sheathed. "I think there's monsters." I was now reluctant and sided with Grover. "Grover's nose is clogged up from the Furies," Annabeth told him. "All I smell is burgers. Aren't you hungry?" "Meat!" he said scornfully. "I'm a vegetarian." "You eat cheese enchiladas and aluminum cans," Percy reminded him.. "Those are vegetables. Come on. Let's leave. These statues are... looking at me."

"Percy, I don't think---"

"It'll be fine." Percy took my hand and went in. Be careful and don't look. Then the door creaked open, and standing in front of us was a tall Middle Eastern woman—at least, I assumed she was Middle Eastern, because she wore a long black gown that covered everything but her hands, and her head was completely veiled. Her eyes glinted behind a curtain of black gauze, but that was about all I could make out. Her coffee-colored hands looked old, but well-manicured and elegant, so I imagined she was a grandmother who had once been a beautiful lady. >Her accent sounded vaguely Middle Eastern, too. She said, "Children, it is too late to be out all alone. Where are your parents?" "They're... um..." Annabeth started to say. "We're orphans," I said. "Orphans?" the woman said. The word sounded alien in her mouth. "But, my dears! Surely not!" "We got separated from our caravan," Percy said. "Our circus caravan. The ringmaster told us to meet him at the gas station if we got lost, but he may have forgotten, or maybe he meant a different gas station. Anyway, we're lost. Is that food I smell?" "Oh, my dears," the woman said. "You must come in, poor children. I am Aunty Em. Go straight through to the back of the warehouse, please. There is a dining area. We thanked her and went inside. Annabeth muttered to Percy, "Circus caravan?" "Always have a strategy, right?" "Your head is full of kelp." The warehouse was filled with more statues—people in all different poses, wearing all different outfits and with different expressions on their faces. I was thinking you'd have to have a pretty huge garden to fit even one of these statues, because they were all life-size. I was anxious so I tighten my grip on Percy. It's stupid for walking into a strange lady's shop like that just because we were hungry. For a child of Athena, Annabeth sure isn't making wise decisions. I mean yeah I agree, you've never smelled Aunty Em's burgers. The aroma was like laughing gas in the dentist's chair—it made everything else go away. But Grover's nervous whimpers, and the way the statues' eyes seemed to follow me, to add the fact that Aunty Em had locked the door behind us. Made me more cautious. Sure enough, there it was at the back of the warehouse, a fast-food counter with a grill, a soda fountain, a pretzel heater, and a nacho cheese dispenser. Everything you could want, plus a few steel picnic tables out front. "Please, sit down," Aunty Em said "Awesome," Percy said. "Um," Grover said reluctantly, "we don't have any money, ma'am." Aunty Em said, "No, no, children. No money. This is a special case, yes? It is my treat, for such nice orphans." "Thank you, ma'am," Annabeth said. Aunty Em stiffened, as if Annabeth had done something wrong, but then the old woman relaxed just as quickly, I had to turn to Annabeth to check if there was something wrong with her.. Quite all right, Annabeth," she said. "You have such beautiful gray eyes, child." I wonder how she knew Annabeth's name, even though we had never introduced ourselves. "Percy, I want to leave..." I whispered. "Just a few bites Y/N. Don't worry." He gave me a reassuring pat. Our hostess disappeared behind the snack counter and started cooking. Before we knew it, she'd brought us plastic trays heaped with double cheeseburgers, vanilla shakes, and XXL servings of French fries. I wasn't gulfing down my food like Percy was. Grover picked at the fries, and eyed the tray's waxed paper liner as if he might go for that, but he still looked too nervous to eat. Annabeth slurped her shake. "What's that hissing noise?" he asked. I listened, but didn't hear anything. Annabeth shook her head. "Hissing?" Aunty Em asked. "Perhaps you hear the deep-fryer oil. You have keen ears, Grover." "I take vitamins. For my ears." "That's admirable," she said. "But please, relax." I don't like it here. I'm scared. Be wary of all things. Aunty Em ate nothing. She hadn't taken off her headdress, even to cook, and now she sat forward and interlaced her fingers and watched us eat. It was a little unsettling, having someone stare at me when I couldn't see her face, and I figured the least I could do was try to make small talk with our hostess. "So, you sell gnomes," I said, trying to sound interested. "Oh, yes," Aunty Em said. "And animals. And people. Anything for the garden. Custom orders. Statuary is very popular, you know." "A lot of business on this road?" "Not so much, no. Since the highway was built... most cars, they do not go this way now. I must cherish every customer I get. My neck tingled, as if somebody else was looking at me. I turned, but it was just a statue of a young girl holding an Easter basket. The detail was incredible, much better than you see in most garden statues. But something was wrong with her face. It looked as if she were startled, or even terrified."Ah," Aunty Em said sadly. "You notice some of my creations do not turn out well. They are marred. They do not sell. The face is the hardest to get right. Always the face." "You make these statues yourself?" Percy asked. "Oh, yes. Once upon a time, I had two sisters to help me in the business, but they have passed on, and Aunty Em is alone. I have only my statues. This is why I make them, you see. They are my company." The sadness in her voice sounded so deep and so real that I couldn't help feeling sorry for her. Annabeth had stopped eating. She sat forward and said, "Two sisters?" "It's a terrible story," Aunty Em said. "Not one for children, really. You see, Annabeth, a bad woman was jealous of me, long ago, when I was young. I had a... a boyfriend, you know, and this bad woman was determined to break us apart. She caused a terrible accident. My sisters stayed by me. They shared my bad fortune as long as they could, but eventually they passed on. They faded away. I alone have survived, but at a price. Such a price." Annabeth gave me a look of worry. I knew she realized something. "Percy?" I shook him to get his attention. "Maybe we should go. I mean, the ringmaster will be waiting." Grover was eating the waxed paper off the tray now, but if Aunty Em found that strange, she didn't say anything. "Such beautiful gray eyes," Aunty Em told Annabeth again. "My, yes, it has been a long time since I've seen gray eyes like those." She reached out as if to stroke Annabeth's cheek, but Annabeth stood up abruptly. "We really should go." "Yes!" Grover swallowed his waxed paper and stood up. "The ringmaster is waiting! Right!" "Please, dears," Aunty Em pleaded. "I so rarely get to be with children. Before you go, won't you at least sit for a pose?" "A pose?" Annabeth asked warily. "A photograph. I will use it to model a new statue set. Children are so popular, you see. Everyone loves children." Annabeth shifted her weight from foot to foot. "I don't think we can, ma'am. Come on, Percy—" "Sure we can," Percy said. "It's just a photo, Annabeth. What's the harm?" "Percy, I don't want to..." "It's just a photo guys." "Indeed it is just a photo Y/N," the woman purred. "No harm." I could tell Annabeth didn't like it as well, but she allowed Aunty Em to lead us back out the front door, into the garden of statues. Aunty Em directed us to a park bench next to the stone satyr. "Now," she said, "I'll just position you correctly. The young girls in the middle, I think, and the two young gentlemen on either side." "Not much light for a photo," I remarked. But joke's on her I could see quite clearly. Don't look. "Oh, enough," Aunty Em said. "Enough for us to see each other, yes?" "Where's your camera?" Grover asked. Aunty Em stepped back, as if to admire the shot. "Now, the face is the most difficult. Can you smile for me please, everyone? A large smile?" Grover glanced at the cement satyr next to him, and mumbled, "That sure does look like Uncle Ferdinand." "Grover," Aunty Em chastised, "look this way, dear." She still had no camera in her hands. "Percy—" Annabeth said. "I will just be a moment," Aunty Em said. "You know, I can't see you very well in this cursed veil...." "Percy, something's wrong," I insisted. "Wrong?" Aunty Em said, reaching up to undo the wrap around her head. "Not at all, dear. I have such noble company tonight. What could be wrong?" "That is Uncle Ferdinand!" Grover gasped. DON'T LOOK. Annabeth turned to my direction, "Look away from her!" she then shouted. She whipped her Yankees cap onto her head and vanished. Her invisible hands pushed Grover and and I pulled Percy with me. We were on the ground, looking at Aunt Em's sandaled feet. I could hear Grover scrambling off in one direction, Annabeth in another. "Percy, we have to move!" I shook him. But he was too dazed to move. Then I heard a strange, rasping sound above me. My eyes rose to Aunty Em's hands, which had turned gnarled and warty, with sharp bronze talons for fingernails. Percy was about to look higher then her hands and I instinctively covered his eyes. "Don't look!" More rasping—the sound of tiny snakes, right above me, from... from about where Aunty Em's head would be. "Run!" Grover bleated. I heard him racing across the gravel, yelling, "Maia!" to kick-start his flying sneakers. "Percy we have to move please!" "Such a pity to destroy a handsome young face," she said soothingly. "Stay with me, Percy. All you have to do is look up." "Percy please!" Percy pushed my hand away and looked to one side. I turned to look as well and saw one of those glass spheres people put in gardens— a gazing ball. I could see Aunty Em's dark reflection in the orange glass; her headdress was gone, revealing her face as a shimmering pale circle. Her hair was moving, writhing like serpents. Aunty Em. Aunty "M." How did Medusa die in the myth? But I couldn't think. Something told me that in the myth Medusa had been asleep when she was attacked by my namesake, Perseus. She wasn't anywhere near asleep now. If she wanted, she could take those talons right now and rake open my face. "The Gray-Eyed One did this to me," Medusa said, and she didn't sound anything like a monster. Her voice invited me to look up, to sympathize with a poor old grandmother. "Annabeth's mother, the cursed Athena, turned me from a beautiful woman into this." "Don't listen to her!" Annabeth's voice shouted, somewhere in the statuary. "Y/N carry Percy!" "Silence!" Medusa snarled. Then her voice modulated back to a comforting purr. "You see why I must destroy the girl, Percy. She is my enemy's daughter. I shall crush her statue to dust. But you, dear Percy, you need not suffer. We won't even hurt, Y/N." I swung Percy's arm around my shoulder. But he was too heavy. "No," he muttered trying to make his legs move... "Do you really want to help the gods?" Medusa asked. "Do you understand what awaits you on this foolish quest? What will happen if you reach the Underworld? Do not be a pawn of the Olympians, my dear. You would be better off as a statue. Less pain. Less pain." "Y/N!" Behind me, I heard a buzzing sound, like a two-hundred-pound hummingbird in a nosedive. Grover yelled, "Duck!" I turned, and there he was in the night sky, flying in from twelve o'clock with his winged shoes fluttering, Grover, holding a tree branch the size of a baseball bat. His eyes were shut tight, his head twitched from side to side. He was navigating by ears and nose alone. "Duck!" he yelled again. "I'll get her!" I tackled Percy to the other side. Thwack! Then Medusa roared with rage. "You miserable satyr," she snarled. "I'll add you to my collection!" "That was for Uncle Ferdinand!" Grover yelled back. Pulling along an out of a dazed Percy we scrambled away and hid in the statuary while Grover swooped down for another pass. Ker-whack! "Arrgh!" Medusa yelled, her snake-hair hissing and spitting. Right next to me, Annabeth's voice said, "Y/N! Percy!" Percy jumped so high his feet nearly cleared a garden gnome. "Jeez! Don't do that!" Annabeth took off her Yankees cap and became visible. 'You have to cut her head off." "What? Are you crazy? Let's get out of here." "Medusa is a menace. She's evil. I'd kill her myself, but..." Annabeth swallowed, as if she were about to make a difficult admission. "But you've got the better weapon. Besides, I'd never get close to her. She'd slice me to bits because of my mother. You—you've got a chance." "What? I can't—" "Look, do you want her turning more innocent people into statues?" She pointed to a pair of statue lovers, a man and a woman with their arms around each other, turned to stone by the monster. Annabeth grabbed a green gazing ball from a nearby pedestal. "A polished shield would be better." She studied the sphere critically. "The convexity will cause some distortion. The reflection's size should be off by a factor of—" "Would you speak English?" "I am!" She tossed him the glass ball. "Just look at her in the glass. Never look at her directly." "Hey, guys!" Grover yelled somewhere above us. "I think she's unconscious!" "Roooaaarrr!" "Maybe not," Grover corrected. He went in for another pass with the tree branch. "Hurry," Annabeth told him. "Grover's got a great nose, but he'll eventually crash." Percy took out his pen and uncapped it. The bronze blade of Riptide showed. He turned to me and gave the glass then offered a hand. "Percy you can't be seriously bring her along!?" "I'll go with him." Taking his hand, we followed the hissing and spitting sounds of Medusa's hair. I raised the glass so I could guide us. I kept my eyes locked on the gazing ball so I would only glimpse Medusa's reflection, not the real thing. Then, in the green tinted glass, I saw her. Grover was coming in for another turn at bat, but this time he flew a little too low. Medusa grabbed the stick and pulled him off course. He tumbled through the air and crashed into the arms of a stone grizzly bear with a painful "Ummphh!" Medusa was about to lunge at him when I yelled, "Hey!" We advanced on her. I had let go of Percy's hand to bring out my knife. So if she charged, I could help Percy. But she let us approach—twenty feet, ten feet. I could see the reflection of her face now. Surely it wasn't really that ugly. The green swirls of the gazing ball must be distorting it, making it look worse. "You wouldn't harm an old woman, Percy," she crooned. "I know you wouldn't." I could tell he hesitated. From the cement grizzly, Grover moaned, "Percy, don't listen to her!" Medusa cackled. "Too late." She lunged at him with her talons. I ran and raised my knife to block her talons, Percy then swung his sword, then we heard a sickening shlock!, then a hiss like wind rushing out of a cavern—the sound of a monster disintegrating. Something fell to the ground next to my foot. It took all my willpower not to look. I could feel warm ooze soaking into my sock, little dying snake heads tugging at my shoelaces. "Oh, yuck," Percy said. His eyes were still tightly closed, but I guess he could hear the thing gurgling and steaming. "Mega-yuck." Annabeth came up next to us, her eyes fixed on the sky. She was holding Medusa's black veil. She said, "Don't move." >Very, very carefully, without looking down, she knelt and draped the monster's head in black cloth, then picked it up. It was still dripping green juice. "Are you okay?" Percy asked me, his voice trembling. "Yeah," I decided. "Why didn't... why didn't the head evaporate?" "Once you sever it, it becomes a spoil of war," she said. "Same as your minotaur horn. But don't unwrap the head. It can still petrify you." Grover moaned as he climbed down from the grizzly statue. He had a big welt on his forehead. His green rasta cap hung from one of his little goat horns, and his fake feet had been knocked off his hooves. The magic sneakers were flying aimlessly around his head. "The Red Baron," Percy said. "Good job, man." He managed a bashful grin. "That really was not fun, though. Well, the hitting-her-with-a-stick part, that was fun. But crashing into a concrete bear? Not fun." He snatched his shoes out of the air. "I didn't know Grover got Luke's shoes." Percy recapped his sword. "I can't fly." He shrugged. Together, the four of us stumbled back to the warehouse We found some old plastic grocery bags behind the snack counter and double-wrapped Medusa's head. We plopped it on the table where we'd eaten dinner and sat around it, too exhausted to speak. Finally Percy said, "So we have Athena to thank for this monster?" Annabeth flashed me an irritated look. "Your dad, actually. Don't you remember? Medusa was Poseidon's girlfriend. They decided to meet in my mother's temple. That's why Athena turned her into a monster. Medusa and her two sisters who had helped her get into the temple, they became the three gorgons. That's why Medusa wanted to slice me up, but she wanted to preserve you as a nice statue. She's still sweet on your dad. You probably reminded her of him." "Oh, so now it's my fault we met Medusa." Annabeth straightened. In a bad imitation of my voice, she said: "'It's just a photo, Annabeth. What's the harm?'" "Forget it," I said. "You're impossible." "You're insufferable." "You're—" "You're both loud and stupid." I growled. "Yeah!" Grover interrupted. "You two are giving me a migraine, and satyrs don't even get migraines. What are we going to do with the head?" I stared at the thing. One little snake was hanging out of a hole in the plastic. The words printed on the side of the bag said: WE APPRECIATE YOUR BUSINESS! I was angry, not just with Annabeth or her mom, but with all the gods for this whole quest, for getting us blown off the road and in two major fights the very first day out from camp. At this rate, we'd never make it to L.A. alive, much less before the summer solstice. What had Medusa said? Do not be a pawn of the Olympians, my dear. You would be better off as a statue. Percy and I shared a look. We got up. "I'll be back." "Percy, Y/N," Annabeth called after me. "What are you—" We searched the back of the warehouse until I found Medusa's office. Her account book showed her six most recent sales, all shipments to the Underworld to decorate Hades and Persephone's garden. According to one freight bill, the Underworld's billing address was DOA Recording Studios, West Hollywood, California. I folded up the bill and stuffed it in my pocket. In the cash register I found twenty dollars, a few golden drachmas, and some packing slips for Hermes Overnight Express, each with a little leather bag attached for coins. "Found one." Percy called. We went back to the picnic table, packed up Medusa's head, and filled out a delivery slip: The Gods >Mount Olympus 600th Floor, >Empire State Building New York, NY With best wishes, PERCY JACKSON <3 Y/N L/N "They're not going to like that," Grover warned. "They'll think you're impertinent." I poured some golden drachmas in the pouch. As soon as I closed it, there was a sound like a cash register. The package floated off the table and disappeared with a pop! "I am impertinent," Percy said. I looked at Annabeth, daring her to criticize. She didn't. She seemed resigned to the fact that we had a major talent for ticking off the gods. "Great, well Fred and George," she muttered. "We need a new plan."

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Patience

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x (fem) reader

Words: 1,390k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hmm… why don't you play it to me?"

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

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

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

You and I'll just use a little patience

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

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

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

'Cause I can't take it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Getting up you shouted "Wait! Izzy!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'd love to, Iz."

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

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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years

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Part 3-Shape of My Heart

Pairing: Rudy Pankow x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Falling in love with someone you can never have is the worst feeling in the world...

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LAX’s airport was bigger than I could have ever imagined...

I rolled my suitcases along to where Rudy had told me they would be waiting, a duffel bag slung over my shoulder. Hey, I was staying for almost a month in California, I had necessities to bring. I heard my name being called, whipping my head in the direction it came from. I beamed when I saw everyone, making my way towards them.

Both Maddie’s made it to me first, taking me into a group hug. They squealed and jumped around, saying how excited they were to see me. Chase ruffled my hair, taking me into a side hug. I spotted Rudy last, a sly smirk on his face. He was more handsome than I remembered, despite seeing his face almost everyday. It was different now that I saw him standing before me, the slight beard he was growing made him look older. He pulled me into a bear hug, inhaling my scent. I did the same, loving the feeling of his arms around me.

“I missed you guys so much.” I admitted, pulling away from Rudy.

“We can’t wait to show you around!” Maddie C exclaimed.

Rudy took my duffel bag while Chase got one of my suitcases, leading the way to the car. He grunted when I handed him my bag, slinging it over his shoulder.

“Jesus woman, what’s in here?” Rudy asked, using both hands to haul my bag.

“Makeup, shoes, ya know...girl stuff.” I shrugged, turning to wink at him over my shoulder.

“There’s gotta be some cement blocks in here or something.” he grumbled, slinging into the back of the car.

“Careful! There’s some expensive shit in there!” I gasped, earning an eye roll from the blonde.

The girls and Chase piled into the back, leaving me to sit up front with Rudy driving. I glared at the three devils in the back, knowing what they were up to. Once we got out of the airport, we jammed out to some 80′s rock. Although, Chase, Rudy, and I were the only ones that knew any of the songs.

I was an old soul, I loved old music. I listened mostly to anything from the 80′s to the early 2000′s, from pop to rock n roll. My mom always liked to tell me that I was born in the wrong era, and I guarantee she’s right. I think that’s also why Rudy and I got along so well, both of us having the taste for old music. The Maddie’s sat back and enjoyed our concert, videoing us at points when Rudy would go crazy.

I loved that I could be myself around them, not feeling the need to hide. Scream singing in the car while dancing with my best friends, this is what I needed after a stressful 4 months. I breathed in the Los Angeles air, feeling the sun beating down on my arm that hung out the window. I watched as the palm trees passed, the salty air feeling inviting.

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Once we arrived at Chase’s house, everyone pitched in to lug my shit up the stairs. It was a real struggle since Chase had to pick a house with millions of steep steps. We were all huffing and puffing by the time we made it to my room I’d be living in for the next month, all of us crashing to the bed. Rudy crashed on top of me, a giggle erupting from my lips.

“You’re comfy,” he sighed, squeezing his arms around me.

It was odd feeling small in his arms despite being bigger than most girls, he was a lot more buff than I remember him being. We didn’t move for a while, just shifting so that Rudy was laying with his head on my stomach so he wouldn’t be crushing me. I spotted Maddie C pulling her phone out.

“Don’t you dare Madelyn,” I chuckled, knowing she was doing it anyways.

“You guys look pretty comfy.” she giggled, moving her finger to zoom.

“That makes one of us,” I commented, playing along for wherever she was about to post. Rudy looked at me offended, his lips pouting out.

Hysterical laughter came from all of us except Rudy who was still pouting, getting up to lay beside of me instead. I poked his lip, my stomach hurting from laughing so hard. He shoved my hand away, turning his back to me.

“Oh come on Ru, it was for the video.” I scoffed, tugging his huge bicep.

“I’m mad at you.” he huffed, but I could see the slight smirk on his face.

“Who decided to have a sleepover and not invite me?” a girl asked, walking in the room.

From Instagram I could tell this was Elaine, her beauty even more striking in person. She made me feel intimidated, her eyes lingered on where Rudy and I sat. I could see the jealousy in her eyes, making me scoot away from him.

“Hey El, this is y/n. Y/n, this is Elaine.” Maddie C introduced, gesturing to both of us.

“So this is the famous y/n...” she said, raising her brows. I felt her gaze burning over me, making me even more self conscious.

“That’s me, um I’ve heard all about your amazing photography.” I laughed nervously.

“Yeah, Rudy and I just had a shoot actually.” she revealed.

Maddie B seemed to be the only one to notice the tension in the room, Rudy hadn’t even looked up from his phone yet. I looked at her and she arched her brow at me, clearly not used to Elaine being so passive aggressive.

“Are we going to eat guys? I’m starving.” Chase groaned, throwing his head back dramatically.

“I haven’t ate at all today, what’s good around here?” I asked excitedly.

“Why haven’t you ate today?” Rudy inquired, his eyes full of worry.

“I’ve been on a plane for hours, I didn’t exactly want airport food.” I informed, rolling my eyes.

“You shouldn’t do that babe, how are you not sick?” he questioned. Everyone’s eyes widened when he said ‘babe’, my cheeks flushed.

“Stop lecturing me Ru,” I huffed.

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“I’ve never seen her act like that before...” Maddie B confessed. We were sat in my room as everyone else departed to get ready for dinner.

“I thought you said she had a thing for Drew?” I said confusedly.

“The past few times we have all hung out together, they seemed more than friendly.” Maddie B declared, shrugging her shoulders.

“No matter, it’s not like there’s any competition.” I sighed, finishing up my makeup.

“You right because that boy is GONE for you!” she cheered.

“No Mads, because she is the Instagram photographer and I’m the DUFF of our friend group.” I rolled my eyes.

“Excuse you, but if anyone is the DUFF it’s Chase. Look at his hair y/n.” she scoffed. A knock on the door startled the both of us, Rudy poked his head in.

“Sorry to interrupt ladies, but we are all starving to death.” he stated, his eyes looking between us.

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Dinner was super awkward, starting with when we went to sit down. I stayed behind to let everyone else pick their seats first, leaving Elaine to rush to sit beside Rudy. He quirked a brow at her, obviously confused why she wanted to sit by him so bad. Rudy patted the spot across from him, my cheeks blushing again as I sat down.

The conversations were hit and miss...anytime one of us tried to tell a story about the time we spent together, Elaine would interject about something her and Rudy did. She would subtly eye me, engaging my reaction. I felt so uncomfortable, that was until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Drew, my brother from another mother.

“Long time no see buddy!” he beamed. I rose up from my spot to hug him, ruffling his hair.

“I figured it was time to see what LA is all about, and as I’ve been told, my presence was long missed.” I teased, everyone laughed except Elaine.

Drew said hello to everyone, leaning to kiss Elaine’s cheek. I looked at Maddie B who was beside me, furrowing my brows in confusion. She shrugged her shoulders, waving as Austin joined our table. He leaned down to hug me, patting my head as he passed to take his seat. Rudy reached across the table to tap my hand, he smiled when I turned my attention to him.

“What are you getting? Do you want to share an appetizer with me?” he questioned.

“I’m really thinking of just getting chicken fingers, they look yummy.” I grinned. He gave me a ‘really’ look.

“Get whatever you want, you aren’t paying anyways.” he smirked, knowing this would rile me up.

“Rudy, no.” I groaned.

“No arguing, pick something that you really want babe.” he demanded.

“Wait are they dating?” I heard Drew whisper to Maddie C and Chase, not doing a very good job of not wanting me to hear.

“No, I wish they would though.” Maddie C replied.

The night got better, laughter filling the restaurant. It felt so good to be with my people again, my heart was full of joy. Rudy and Drew spent half our time shooting paper spit balls at each other, one even accidentally hitting Austin square in the face.

“Who’s up for clubbing tonight?!” Drew asked, earning cheers from a few of us.

“I don’t know if I’ll make it, I’m seriously jet lagged.” I yawned.

“Come on y/n, once you get a few shots in you’ll be good to go!” he insisted.

“I’ll take you back to the house if you really don’t want to go.” Rudy offered.

“Please y/n!” Maddie C begged, Maddie B joining in as well.

I looked at Rudy who just smiled at me, waiting for my response. I made a split second decision without really thinking about it.

“Ok, I’ll go.” I sighed.

What am I getting myself into?

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niksixx · 4 years

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Number 73

~The 3rd and F I N A L part. Enjoy!~

Requested: Oh hell yes

Pairing: Axl Rose x Female Reader

Description: Sweet sex and revenge, baby.

Warnings: Smut, language, a twist you may have (or may have not) seen coming.

A/N: If you like dis, reblog dis :)

*GIF isn’t mine. It was found on Google, so full credit to the owner!*

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The rain pours down on your car as you pull up in front of the GNR apartment. Shutting off your car, you clasp the keys in your hand, resting your forehead against the cool steering wheel. You had just come from what was possibly the worst sex of your life. No making out, no foreplay, nothing. Dry and meaningless.

Which is why you couldn’t wait another second to see Axl. He’d know how to make you feel good. He already had before. And plus, it was a beautiful day for some revenge.

You check your phone when it vibrates, grinning at Steven’s message.

Stevie: Me, Duff, and Iz went out for happy hour. Slash and his wife are visiting her parents. Axl’s home. Remember what I told you. He wants to be friends. Use his words against him. Let us know how it goes! Good luck. Get that dick. ;)

Chuckling, throwing up the hood of your sweatshirt, and remembering to grab your purse, you rush out of the car and up the stairs, careful not to slip as the rain downpours. You knock twice on the door before letting yourself in, as the lock on the door was broken and none of the boys took initiative to get it fixed, and noticed how quiet the apartment was without the boys.

Shuffling down the hall, you stop just before Axl’s door. You try the door knob, knocking a bit loudly as you realize it’s locked and he won’t be able to hear over the sound of the blaring music thumping through his room.

Axl opens the door, bare chest, which is the first thing you see, but you manage to look him dead in the eye after a brief second of gazing at his pale chest. A red bandana is tied around his head, and black jeans hang a bit too low on his hips, giving you the perfect view of the beginning of a V-line.

“Did you come to stare at me or do you have something to say?” His voice has a bit of an edge to it.

“Maybe a little bit of both,” you say, letting yourself into his room. Clothes are thrown into a pile on the ground while CDs cover his bed, and empty water bottles and beer cans litter the windowsill. You crinkle your nose. “Do you ever clean in here?”

“Listen, shithead, I wasn’t expecting company,” he shoots back. Closing the door, he crosses his arms over his chest. “Care to explain why you’re here?”

The first thing to come off is your hoodie. As you have nothing underneath, Axl’s eyes lock on your breasts. He doesn’t do much, but his eyes narrow. “Nice tits. What the hell are you doing, Y/N?”

Tossing your leggings and underwear to the side, you stand, completely exposed, as Axl rakes his eyes down the length of your body. He smirks, but keeps his mouth shut. You saunter forward, tongue darting out to wet your lips, before you wrap an arm around his neck, the other trailing along his chest. “I’m going to give you another chance to blow me away.”

Axl’s voice thickens. “What makes you think I want you?”

“You haven’t kicked me out yet,” you said breathlessly, fingers grazing over his navel. His eyes darken. “And besides, I know what you said to Steven.”

He freezes, and you know you’ve got him. He plays dumb anyway. “I’d like to know what the fuck you’re talking about. I haven’t even seen Steven today. What are you getting at?” He flinches when your palm rubs against his clothed cock. “Fuck,” he whispers, and you bite your lip to hide your smile.

Sinking down to your knees, you work at the button and zipper on his jeans. “Me and you, we’ve always hated each other. It was fun, for a while,” His cock springs free as you release him from his underwear, softly licking the tip. He groans, arms above his head as you tease his length with your lips. “We’re too old for these games, Axl. I know it, and you know it. Steven told me what you said to him, about us,” Your lips close around him, sucking his cockhead before taking half of him into your mouth.

“Steven...needs to keep his...fuck...mouth shut.”

Removing your mouth, your hand wraps around his cock, squeezing the base. “Being friends? It’s going to take a lot of work. And you're right, we should at least try. But right now, we need each other. Badly.” Axl whines when you pull away from him and stand, inches away from his face. “Fuck me like you hate me, Axl Rose. One more time.”

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The CDs were flung from the bed as you and Axl wrestled in the sheets. You gave into him, letting him pin you to the bed, moaning as his lips work your neck, your throat, your chest. Your hand dips between your thighs, lightly brushing over your clit. You were already wet for him, needy and panting under his touch. Your body responded to him like no other.

His tongue flicks over your nipples and you arch your back, pressing the hardened peaks further into his mouth. Axl’s hands find your hips and push you down in the bed, fingertips digging into your sides.

You cry out when he bites them gently, shockwaves of pleasure flying straight to your aching core. The good thing about Axl? He’ll take his time loving on your body. He’s an arrogant prick, but he knows his way around a woman’s body. A woman's pleasure is his own.

His tongue flattens against your chest, licking down the center, around your belly button, before his head dips between your legs. Your heart pounds against your ribcage when Axl’s tongue dips between your folds, and you instinctively cover your mouth with your forearm.

“Don’t fucking do that,” he spits, eyes blazing as his hands grip your thighs. “Move your arms to the side. I want to hear you.”

He owns your body. Right now, he controls you, and there’s nothing you love more. Unbeknownst to Axl, you have the upper hand. You’ll win in the end.

You obey his command, soft cries coming off your lips as he buries his face in your pussy, tongue assaulting your hot, wet flesh. Your hips buck upward with every lick of his tongue, and when his tongue delivers quick flicks to your clit, you damn near lose your mind.

“Let me come on your tongue,” you pant out, fists tangling in his long red hair. “Please, Axl, I’m so close.”

“Fuck that,” he groans, sitting back before situating himself at your entrance. He taps the head of his dick on your clit, and you squirm. The ache inside you is delicious, and you’re so close to getting what you want. “If you’re going to come, it’s going to be on my fucking cock.”

And he surges forward, not even giving you a moment to adjust, before his hips buck forward, dick sliding effortlessly in and out of your juicy core. Your legs hang lazily around his waist as he fucks you. Axl’s hands come up to cup your tits, thumbs rubbing over the pink nubs.

“So much for not wanting the same dick twice,” he teases, releasing your tits. He bends down to your face, quickly hiking your legs up further, before forcing his tongue in your mouth. Your hands grip the back of his neck, moaning against his lips. “Dirty little slut just couldn’t fucking resist.”

“You’re fucking me again after you said you wouldn’t,” you moan out, nails digging into his back. He hisses as your nails break the skin. “What’s that say about you?”

Axl draws his cock out of you slowly, slamming back in, claiming you. His teeth nip your cheeks, your chin, before sinking into the skin above your collarbone. Your senses are in overdrive, trying to focus on the shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body.

You’re so close. So close to release. So close to your sweet revenge.

Axl’s fingers find your clit, rubbing harshly as his cock slams into you, never stopping. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting out a gasp when the pit in your stomach explodes. You writhe in place, legs quivering, gripping Axl’s forearms as he curses through his teeth, filling you to the brim. He holds himself over top of you, emptying his load in your pussy, before he collapses on the space beside you, both of you gasping for air.

And then you feel his eyes on you. You turn to look, and there’s something soft shining in his deep gray eyes. The faintest hint of a smile ghosts his lips, but you don’t return it. Instead, you smirk.

“Are you hungry? Do you want to order a pizza?” He asks, leaning back on his elbows. You snicker to yourself, sliding off the bed to retrieve your leggings. “No.”

He frowns. “Okay. Thai then?”

You fix your clothes, smoothing out your hoodie. “No.”

“Alright, fine. How about Mexican? There’s this restaurant right down the street--.”

“I’m leaving,” you say simply, biting your tongue as Axl stands, quickly pulling on his pants.

“Wait, what? Why?” He asks, retying the bandana around his head. “I thought--.”

“That you would be different?” You challenge, taking a step forward. “That I’d want to be friends with you? After all this?”

Axl stops, and you can hear the gears turning in his head. Finally, he narrows his eyes. “What the fuck are you up to?”

Reaching into your purse, your fingers brush against his book, which you and Steven had nicknamed Axl’s FuckBook. You pull it out, and all the color drains from Axl’s face. “Time out. Why the fuck do you have that?” He lunges forward to grab the book, and you push a hand against his chest, preventing him from moving.

“For the six years I’ve known you, I have watched you toy with girls. Play with their feelings. And then dispose of them as if they meant nothing. Girls are a game to you, Axl. And they shouldn’t be.”

“That’s not--That’s not true,” Axl stutters, fists clenched.

“Save it. You’re caught and you know it. You’ve kept track of all the girls you’ve had sex with in this fucking book, some of which are people me and your bandmates know. Ruby Thompson? Steven’s fucking cousin?” You laugh bitterly. “I had to stop him from almost ripping your head off.”

“Steven knew you had this?” Axl asks bewildered, pointing at the book. “They all knew I had the book, but only Steven knew where I kept it.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” you say innocently, shaking your head. “Who do you think helped me get it?”

Axl’s face reddens. You grin triumphantly.

“See, for two months, the boys helped me plot my revenge against you. For you know, fucking me and then tossing me to the side like every other woman you’ve ever met. Some might be fine with it, but I’m not. So for two months, I carried around this book. And when you disappeared at the bars, I showed every single girl you wanted to fuck, this book. For two months, I’ve been exposing you for the man you really are. And while you were craving sex, begging me to suck you off, which was incredibly pathetic might I add, I decided to have some fun myself and catch your body count. And boy, did I save the best body for last.”

“What are you talking about?” Axl asks, sitting back on his bed. “I’ve been stuck at seventy-three for the last sixty fucking days. There’s no fucking shot you caught me yet.”

“Oh, but I did,” you say, tossing the book aside. “You see, before I came here, I had sex. Disappointing sex, but sex nonetheless. He was number seventy-two,” You smile wickedly, and Axl’s mouth falls open. “Do you know what that makes you?”

And then it dawns on him. “You psychotic son of a bitch.” He sits there, utterly stunned, and you smirk. He knows. “All this,” Axl whispers, “All this to just get back at me? You’re no better than me, Y/N. You whored yourself out to a bunch of dudes, just so you could what? Fuck with me?”

“You do it, because you have nothing better to do,” you say, stepping closer, leaning your hands on his knees, lips barely brushing his mouth. “I did it to prove a point. That someone will always be able to play the game better than you.” You drop your eye in a wink, grinning as steam rises from Axl’s head.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Kissing and patting his cheek, you make your way toward the door, looking back over your shoulder. “We’re enemies, Axl. Our personalities clash. You’re a bastard that only wants sex and well...me? You may have invented the game, Axl, but I’m the bitch that played the game better than you ever could have. Our friendship was never an exception,” you give Axl a shit eating grin. “You were just number seventy-three.”

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awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands · 3 years

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An unsual birthday gift

A/N: Happy birthday Steven Adler! I hope he’s happy and healthy and he can enjoy his big day with the people he loves! I feel like it has been ages since I upload a fic on here so pls be nice to me

- Steven was clear: his gift was to spend time with all his bandmates on the day of his birthday. However there was a catch: they needed to pick up the activity!

-Duff being the mom he was made sure to give everybody a precise window of time when they could have spent their time with Steven. But first he wanted to have breakfast with all of them.

- “C’mon we never do breakfast together! It’s going to be fun!”

- Axl wanted to scoff but Duff’s murder gaze made him just roll his eyes.

- After they ate waffles stolen from the very cheap market they had, it was Izzy’s turn to start things off.

- Of course the guitarist brought him to a skate park, since he knew Steven always wanted to learn for him.

- Strangely he wasn’t that bad… sure he fell flat on his ass a couple of times but not broken bones!

-“Help Izzy, I’m going to fall!” “How?! We didn’t move yet!”

- Steven’s favorite thing was to see how badass Izzy was on a skate and be able to talk with him for a bit, he was actually surprised to see him so cool and calm with him not getting angry even once if he failed.

-“What are you looking at Popcorn?” “You are just so cool Iz! Show me again!”

- Izzy would never admit it but he enjoyed seeing Steven so happy and bubbly when he managed to skate for quite some time without falling, Popcorn was always happy but watching him being so excited for something so easy and simple to Izzy made his tough façade fall a bit.

- Second stop was lunch which wasn’t as glorious as waffle for breakfast and it didn’t involve Axl because he was out for “my own reason you stupid fucking cunts!” but it was still great to be able to spend time with his bandmates especially because he could tell them how good he was on a skate.

- Slash had it easy because he knew Steven since they were kids and one of the many things they both loved was animals, he thought about taking him to the zoo at first but then he realized that if Steven loved something more than animals it was puppies.

- So he took him to an animal shelter full of running and excited puppies just like him and Steven totally loved it, he was so happy as soon as he understood which was their destination.

-“Are you taking me to see puppies?” "Yup and playing with them too!”

- Steven was over the moon as soon as they show him the playground section and he kept running after the puppies, cuddle them, throwing them sticks to pick up, he looked even more excited than them! He just felt so happy to be able to play with such cute dogs.

- But when he saw a little pug Slash was sure he was about to cry of joy because he didn’t get away from him until it was time to go, of course he wanted to leave with him saying that the little dog needed a family and they had to take him with them.

-“ Steven we are always moving and we can barely feed ourselves!” “ But it’s not fair you have your snakes!”

- Eventually they managed to leave and Steven’s pout didn’t last for long because the adrenaline form playing was still there, honestly Slash had no idea how full of energy he could always be even without any drugs!

-Duff wanted Steven to have a real birthday party and not just a cheap night out to the Rainbow where they would get drunk and sing to him happy birthday, even if it was quite their usual night so he decided to bake a real cake (his past as baker came in handy)

- He opted for a classical birthday confetti cake with lots of colorful sprinkles and rainbow candles that he stolen took from a shop, he even managed to make a pizza which wasn’t as good as the cake but he doubted anyone would have turned down pizza.

- For dinner they were all together again and Steven look so cheerful when he saw the homemade pizza because he didn’t even remember when it was the last time they could afford it! Plus all his friends were there so it made it even better.

- The dinner went smoothly between jokes and stories, Duff was actually a bit anxious because he felt like this wasn’t that much of a present for Steven even if he put his heart and love into making all of this, and also almost cut up his finger actually.

-But Steven had a smile plastered on his face the all-time and when he saw the cake coming he couldn’t help but stare in awe then start jumping, making Duff’s heart melt at the sight of his child-like enthusiasm. When he told him he made it himself Steven took him in a bones crushing hug.

-“It’s amazing, I love it so much! Thank you Duffy!” "No problem Popcorn now you need to make a wish a blow your candles.”

-Lastly it was Axl’s turn to take Steven to their after dinner activity and he was nervous as hell, he wasn’t that close to Steven and at first he had no idea of what to do but then he remembered about the carnival fair in a near city so what’s best that rollercoaster and food to make Steven happy?

- He made sure to wait a bit before going there or otherwise the blond would puke all his dinner out but it revealed to be pointless because Steven kept eating cotton candy anyway, well at least nothing bad went wrong with that.

- Of course he wanted Axl to join the rides with him even the most childish and embarrassing ones and as much as he wanted to scream fuck you and refused, he wasn’t that much of a dick to actually ruin Steven’s big day and also because if Duff found Steven upset he would lecture him.

- He will deny it but he actually had fun on the various ride especially with the more adrenaline inducing ones such as the very high rollercoaster or that weird ride that went to all direction, sometimes Steven squeezed his hand very tight but he managed to get angry only once .

- Steven was so glad to be able to spend time with Axl too even if they weren’t that close because he always wanted to try to get to know more of the redhead and honestly he was so surprised to see him behaving so nicely.

- After all Steven wasn’t that bad in Axl’s opinion, he wasn’t a total dick so he tried as hard as he could to swallow all his possible discomfort or annoyance but it wasn’t that necessary because he actually had fun spending this time with him, even when he had to lure him to stop eating cotton candy.

-“Thank you so much for this gift Axl, it was very nice!” “ You’re welcome Popcorn, now let’s go back home!”

-Steven was so grateful for his band which was like a family to him, he felt so happy and he knew that this birthday was one of the best he had because he spent it with the people he loved doing what he loved.

#Steven Adler #Izzy Stradlin #slash #duff mckagan #axl rose #guns n roses #guns n roses fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #birthday fanfic #happy birthday steven

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sodalitefully · 4 years

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Enter freely and of your own will [GNR, Sluff AU]

I know, I know, I've written vampire AUs before… Several times. But I had to write something about what a nerd Slash is for vampire fiction! Mostly inspired by interviews Slash gave after gnr covered Sympathy For The Devil for Interview With A Vampire (so any digs at the movie adaptation are based on Slash’s opinion, not mine – I’ve never seen it!). Occasional mentions of blood and stuff, but not particularly graphic. This fic is expanding on an AU I originally drew here.

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In my mind, it all played out like the plot of a paranormal romance novel. I’ve gotten familiar with those lately, thanks to the collection hidden in the bottom shelves of Slash’s library, buried below the gothic horror classics, the crime thrillers, and about a mountain of nonfiction. Hell, I could probably write my own! “Tall blonde unexpectedly falls for rock and roll bad boy with a dark secret,” yeah, the readers would eat that up. Of course, our love story didn’t really start when the unsuspecting protagonist moved to a new city, or when the leather-clad love interest showed off his supernatural shredding skills. No, I’d say it started a couple years later, when I found out Slash’s other deep, dark, embarrassing secret.

It wasn’t a dark and stormy night… but it was a movie night at my place, a tradition for Slash and I. Whenever we needed a break from the so-called rockstar lifestyle, we’d get together for a night in, smoke some pot and put on a movie. Slash laid back on my couch while I dug through a cabinet packed with VHS tapes and listed off a few options:

“Let’s see, we have Jurassic Park, Alien, Interview With a Vampire – Uh, sorry, I guess that would be weird huh?” Slash made a sour face.

“Ugh. I hate that movie, it’s such a bad adaptation. Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt, seriously?”

“Wait,” I dropped The Empire Strikes Back and Blazing Saddles onto the growing heap of tapes and sat back on my heels to look at Slash in surprise. "You’ve seen it before?”

“Uh…” Vampires may not be able to blush but I'd known Slash long enough to tell when he’s flustered.

“And you’ve read the book?”

“… Yes?” I laughed, Slash ducked and hid his face, obviously feeling self-conscious, but I didn’t mean to laugh at him. It was just…

I’d assumed that a real-life vampire would roll their eyes at the cliche, over-romanticized movie interpretations of their kind. Instead, I learned of Slash’s (nearly) indiscriminate love for all things vampire, anything from Carmilla to Buffy The Vampire Slayer. He was a sucker (hah, get it?) for dripping fangs, swishing capes, even those crazy accents, ever since he was a kid. And I can’t lie, it was pretty endearing. I wasn’t in love with him yet, but the more he told me about his obsession, the more warm and tingly I felt, charmed by how genuine he was – Hell, I barely even teased him about it! Somehow, that conversation felt even more personal than finding out he was a damn vampire. I was really touched that he felt comfortable sharing his interests with me, that he trusted me with his softer, nerdier, more romantic side.

I resisted the temptation to press for more details that night, but a month or so later, I caught him in the act! I remember waking up in the afternoon after crashing at his place so late it was early the night before. I wandered around his big, spooky house until I found Slash curled up in one of his fancy antique armchairs, his legs dangling over the armrest and a paperback book cradled in his lap. I couldn’t make out the curlicued script on the cover, but from the captivated look on his face it was a favorite – his eyes were bright as they darted across the page, and his lips curled into a warm, gentle smile.

I couldn’t stand to disturb him, so I snuck off before he noticed me in the doorway, and headed down the hall to the room he’d transformed into a tiny library – The man had a library in his house; between that and the subtly gothic decor it was hard to believe I never noticed that Slash was playing up the vampire aesthetic, consciously or not! Anyway, I poked around until I found where he hid his collection of vampire lit, and snatched a few that were, shall we say, not quite as acclaimed as Dracula or even The Vampire Chronicles. I don’t remember the titles, but there were a couple paperback romances and a horror novel with a badass-looking dude on the cover.

I had to see what all the fuss was about, you know? Yeah, this kind of thing wasn’t exactly up my alley, but Slash usually had good taste, so I figured it couldn’t hurt to check it out. Plus, if it was important to Slash, I wanted to know about it! And not just the well-known classics either; I wanted the guilty pleasures, I wanted to see what it was that could make Slash smile like that when no one was watching.

I’ll be honest, it wasn’t bad. I wasn’t a big reader at the time, but I raced through the horror novel in just two days, and trust me, I barely slept the night in between! The trashy romance was more enjoyable than I would ever admit; even with all the cliches and melodrama there was something compelling about unraveling the tangled web of forbidden love in a world full of the supernatural.

At this point, I was very cautiously beginning to entertain the idea that I might see Slash as more than just a buddy and a bandmate. As friends, were were closer than ever, hardly spent a day apart, and I was beginning to notice things that I hadn’t noticed before. Things like the way he always smiled at my lame jokes, the way he leaned on my shoulder when he was pretending to be drunk, the way he tossed his hair on stage… And I couldn’t help wondering whether Slash identified more with the heroine or the love interest. Did he want to be the cool, mysterious vampire lover, or the unsuspecting protagonist who gets drawn into an alluring new world?

I got my answer a couple months later, in town again after a leg on the road. It was a steaming hot summer day back in L.A., and Slash was dozing on his couch. This wasn’t unusual in and of itself, Slash’s sleep schedule had been fucked for as long as I'd known him. No, what made this instance significant was that I was also on the couch, reclined with my feet over the armrest and Slash draped across my chest. Tales From The Crypt played at a murmur on a brand-new TV set, but I wasn’t paying any attention.

See, at this point I’d recently learned that, when Slash focused hard enough, he could hear a living person’s blood pulsing in their veins and detect changes in body temperature. And that had me wondering: Could he tell that my heart beat faster when he leaned against me on stage? Could he tell that my ears got warm every time he turned a smile my way?

Could he tell how much I was affected by his weight on top of me?

He was like a huge cat in my lap, relaxed from head to toe. If you paid attention, you could tell that he was breathing more slowly that an ordinary human should be and his bare skin was slightly cool. Other than that he looked completely normal… Except for his teeth. His mouth was slightly open, allowing his pointed, knife-sharp teeth to scrape against his lower lip.

To Slash’s chagrin, they weren't gleaming white, perfectly straight fangs; instead they more closely resembled a shark’s jaw, crowded with small flesh-tearing blades. It was rare to see them exposed, Slash was careful to limit himself to tight-lipped smiles and mumbled dialogue whenever his secret was at risk. Even in private he was self-conscious about it, and I considered myself lucky when he grinned openly in my presence.

“Hey, Slash?”

“…Hmm?” Languidly, he shifted until he was looking up at me. Midafternoon sun leaked through the blinds brightly enough for me to make out a hint of red in his eyes, the other (un)dead giveaway that was usually obscured by his sedately lidded gaze.

"You know how you said the other day that you have really strong senses? Well... I was wondering what other, uh, non-human traits you have. How true are the myths about vampires, really?”

“Well… Hm. My eyes are pretty sensitive to daylight. And technically I’m nocturnal. But I don’t have fangs, I don’t really look like a vampire and I don’t have superpowers.” I swear to god, he pouted a little. "All things considered I didn’t really get any of the cool stuff."

“No super-strength? Or mind reading? Can you shapeshift into a bat?”

“Don’t you think I’d tell you if I could turn into a bat? At least I don’t have any of those stupid weaknesses, I can be in the sun and eat garlic and whatever.” He paused ponderously. “…You know, I might be immortal, I was around a long time before Tony and Ola took me in. Guess I’ll find out in a few decades.”

“That would be pretty cool.”

“Yeah, maybe."

“So... do you enthrall your victims?” I prodded, in a spooky, menacing voice belied by my goofy grin.

Slash snorted a laugh and shook his head at my antics. “No, I can’t do that either. Well, I don’t know, do you feel enthralled?”

I laughed awkwardly and counted my blessings when Slash didn't notice that my unspoken answer was an empathetic Yes.

Slash chuckled with me, then sighed. “Fuck, I wish vampires like that were real, though…” he confessed softly.

“Like what?”

“You know, badass, seductive, awesome powers…” He waved a hand toward a pinup poster on the wall with a corset and fangs, then let his head fall back to my chest. He mumbled into my shirt, “Is it really so much to ask for a sexy vampire to come and sweep me off my feet?”

“Slash, I hate to tell you this, but…” I couldn’t make it through the sentence with a straight face.

He swatted my bicep – pretty hard too, was he sure he didn’t have super-strength? “Fuck you, Duff, you know what I mean."

And, yeah, dreaming of being wooed by a beautiful, badass, intelligent and darkly mysterious vampire? Who appeared in my life and changed it forever, who blew me away with his capability and his passion? Who could captivate me with just a look?

Yeah. Believe me, I could relate.

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Happy Halloween!

#don’t think too hard about the timeline in this au #my sincerest apologies to any of you who is sick to death of my vampire aus #hell I’M not even that into vampires #I’m just into slash being into vampires…#slash #saul hudson #duff mckagan #gnr #guns n roses #guns and roses #halloween #gnr fanfic #guns n roses fanfic #sodafics

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ubernoxa · 4 years

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The Token: A GNR FanFic

Chapter 5: Burnt Pastries and Coffee

Masterlist

Story Summary: Story inspired by the movie She’s the Man. A female Duff is tired of dealing with the bullshit of trying to make it on the strip as a female bassist. Did Michelle think it through as she chopped her hair? Nope. All she knew was that she wanted to make it on the strip. If she had to mascarade as a guy, so it shall be.

Chapter Summary: Izzy and Axl stop by Michelle’s work.

Tags: Taglist: @viralwolf02 @littlemisscare-all @smokeandmirrorz @aratbaby @slashscowboyboots

I have absolutely no desire to be at work this morning. My head hurt, my hand hurt, my arms hurt, hell EVERYTHING hurt. I popped my third aspirin of the morning into my mouth after dealing with an annoying customer who was complaining about how we were out of cherry danishes. It took every ounce of my will power to calmly tell her why we were sold out. Not only were the cherry danishes a very popular item, but we also stop making them at 10. Eventually she calmed down and made some comment how I should have gotten a better education to get a real job, but I digress. All I want to get across is that I should win some sort of acting award for smiling and not shoving a cherry pastry up her you know what.

“You know you’re only supposed to take one of those every 6 hours right?” I glared down my coworker wishing he would just leave me alone.

On top of the pain, my head was sweating because of the stupid wig. I felt like I had just gotten out of the shower and had yet to dry my hair. I wanted nothing more than my shift to finish, so I could take a shower.

I was grateful this morning when my coworker noticed my...hungover state and offered to run the register while I made the drinks. It was unconventional, but I defiantly appreciated it. I always looked forward to working with Derek during my shift. He was a nice guy, super easy to get along with. ..unless he was bugging you about the serving size for pain killers.

Any normal musician would smile and feel a sense of relief if a couple of her band mates came into the coffee shop, but I’m not what they call a normal musician. I felt my stomach tighten as the came in.

“Wow they just let anybody in here now,” an older woman said as I handed her the coffee she ordered.

“Well...we are open to the public, ma’am,” I replied before I returned to making the next order. I heard my coworker hide a snicker.

I watched the Indiana boys as they slowly made their way over to the pick up counter. Why were they here?

“Hey,” I ignored Axl at first. I didn’t want to give Derek the idea that I was friends with them because not too long ago I would constantly complain about them. ObViously my opinion of them has changed over the past days. I could feel Derek’s eyes wander towards me as I blended the smoothie I was making. When I heard Izzy raise his voice this time, I turned the blender on and blended the smoothie one last time.

I poured the smoothie out of the blender, turning around sending them a warm smile as if it was the first time I heard or saw them.

“Order for Tracy!” I cheered as I handed a girl no older than me her pink smoothie pulling her from the flirty eyes she was sending Axl and Izzy.

“Hey,” I stood at the counter smiling at the pair who were definitely out of their element.

“You guys look horribly out of place, you looking for Duff?” I asked trying to remember that Michelle didn’t like the Indiana boys.

“Nah, you guys dating or some shit?,” I let a laugh escape me as Axl finished talking.

I stood still and shook my head. “You think I’m his groupie?” Izzy sent me a look that meant one thing, careful. Did they really come down just to ask me that.

“Funny, Slash said the same thing last night,” I heard Axl say out loud. Why? I have no idea.

“Why you curious about Duff’s love life?” I tried to causally ask, but it definitely came out awkward.

“I’m more curious about the girl who gave us the free coffee.”

“Axl, don’t forget that’s the same girl who has definitely thrown a punch or two your way in the past,” I snapped back. It needed to sound hard. Duff..was was their band mate, friend even, but Michelle...she was the girl who had been in several fights with the pair.

“And yet..I don’t recall you every landing a punch,” I rolled my eyes as Axl spoke. I was in no mood for this.

“Did you guys come here to pick up chicks or something else. If you were coming for the girls, you definitely got their attention,” I asked as I tilted my head in the direction of the girls who hadn’t stopped looking at the pair.

“Didn’t notice,” Izzy cooly replied.

“Well, if you’re here to pick up a girl. You wouldn’t need to look far,” I gestured towards another table that had a few girls who were trying to discretely check out the pair, key word trying. The coffee shop was in a nicer part of town, and these rich girls had a thing for rockers. Something about the whole bad boys vide...at least that’s what I’ve been told.

“Come on Michie, we both know I don’t need to look for girls. Girls look for me,” he gently played with my fingers as he spoke. A small laugh escaped my lips.

I sent Izzy a ‘what the actual fuck’ look before he stepped forward.

“Thanks for the coffee, yesterday. It was the pick me up we all needed,” I thanked God that Izzy had decided to interrupt whatever conversation we were talking about.

“You should come to our next show. We’d love to have you there! Especially Duff, he seems to get a little red whenever we mention you,” Axl added.

So that was their reason for coming here? They wanted to invite me to their next gig? That was kind that they would do that for their band mate, but too bad that was never going to fucking happen.

“Sorry but I work nights,” I shrugged.

“You’re a coffee shop, who the hell buys coffee at night?” I stared Axl down as I felt like an idiot. How the hell did I not think the lie this far through.

“Yeah, we.....make the dough...and pastry stuff the night before! If you want the next time I work late I can give Duff a couple pastries for one of your practices,” I said praying he would buy into my answer. The offer of free food hopefully distracting him. Smooth, very smooth Michelle. I was mentally kicking myself.

“I’ll never turn down free food,” Axl flashed the first genuine smile he has ever sent in my direction when I was Michelle.

“You used to perform nights all the time, what happened,” I wanted to slap Izzy senseless when he opened his mouth and asked that question. He knew it was all a lie, so why was he pressing further. Did he enjoy watching me squirm?

“I got a recent promotion,” I cockily replied. It was such a blatant lie. I burnt half the pastries I made the other day. I was distracted by trying to figure out a line or two for a new Guns N’ Roses song. No way a promotion was in sight for me especially since I caused the pastry today’s shortage.

“Didn’t know you watched me perform...” I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but the words came out of my mouth anyway.

“There probably isn’t a guy on the strip who hasn’t seen Pixie perform. Plus from what I’ve heard about you..,” Axl’s tone pissed me off as he spoke. How was he so infuriating?

“You guys weren’t bad,” Izzy interrupted Axl from digging his hole. Obviously it was an attempt to move on from Axl’s stupid comment.

“Thanks, I’ll take not bad,” I offered a half baked smile as I spoke.

“What did you make me again, yesterday? You know the coffee you gave Duff? It was good,” Axl leaned forward as he spoke.

“Cinnamon coffee, but if you’re looking to try something new I recommend the vanilla berry coffee. It’s not on the menu, but it’s a house special,” I shot Izzy a quick glance and I could tell he was hiding a smirk. He knew this wasn’t just any ordinary coffee, it was karma coffee. (As I like to call it)

“Sounds good! Can I have that?”

“Michelle, I pay you to make coffee and other drinks. If you want to keep your job I recommend you do your job,” I turned to my uncle and flashed him a quick smile and nod. It was clear my uncle knew this wasn’t a conversation about work.

“Axl, I know this whole coffee shop thing is probably new to you, but you gotta order at the register,” I teased before returning to work.

“You okay?” I turned to Derek who seems somewhat concerned.

“Besides this headache I’m good...why?” I quickly rebutted. What the hell was he trying to get at?

“I don’t know much about the Strip, but for the past months I have heard you bitch about Axl and Izzy. Why are you being so nice to them all of a sudden?”

“I’m not they’re just...associates that’s all,” Derek made no attempt to hide his eye roll as I spoke.

“They’re gonna order some weird shit, just written it down and I’ll make it. Also just charge their orders to me. You know I’ll pay it. I’m good for the money,” I said as I walked past Derek to get more cups.

“Yup just associates.” Derek mumbled under his breath.

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“It should be Take me down to the paradise city where the girls are fat and got big tities,” the room bust into laughter as I shook my head at him. We had been working on a song back at the ‘hell house’ as Axl called it for the past couple of hours. I would be lying if I said any of us were sober.

“No,” was all I could muster. My speech was beyond stuttered and slurred as I spoke. It was slowly becoming harder and harder to keep my voice deep.

“Why not? I love me some big girls and titties,” Slash threw his hands up in defense.

“I like grass is green waaay better,” I said before I finished my fifth or sixth beer. No wait seventh.

“Duffles,”

“Slaaaaaaash,”

He then continued to sing take me down to the paradise city where the girls are fat and got big tities. I was about to give in, but Steven immediately jumped in.

“I agree with Duff on this one,” Steven said before taking another sip of his drink.

“Thank fuckin god,” I mumbled the words under my breath, but somehow Axl must have heard me.

“Thank god you joined the band,” Axl sent a smile his way.

I felt a little pride flow through my veins as Steven and Axl agreed with me. This was new, the feeling of comrodery. In the past if I said something in one of my previous bands I was immediately shot down or completely ignored. I could get used to this.

I could feel a smile plaster on my face as I leaned back into the couch. We continued to fiddle around with different cords and lyrics for the next hour not really accomplishing much. The song was pretty good, if I may say so in my non sober state, but it wasn’t ready yet. There was something missing and I couldn’t put my finger on it.

I almost jumped as I felt Izzy twirling my hair around his finger. I quickly snapped my head in his direction as he spoke to Axl. Was Izzy just doing this because he was drunk and knew I was a chick? I quickly looked around the room making sure not to draw attention to myself, and noticed that Izzy was either being incredibly discrete or everyone else was plastered. Maybe it was both?

“Looks like he’s out for the night,” Slash pointed towards Steven who earlier was passed out on the floor.

“Yeah,” he passed out like 20 minutes ago.

“Hey Slash,” I perked up as a couple girls came stumbling into the apartment. I couldn’t help but smile at Slash’s drunk girlfriend. She was sweet. If I met her as Michelle, I believe we would have been good friends. She came stumbling into the apartment with a couple of her friends, something that wasn’t incredibly uncommon. I watched as Axl quickly joined Slash heading to one of the shared closets that were setup as bedrooms. The last time Slash’s girlfriend stopped by with friends, they had made advances on me which Izzy immediately interrupted. I brought him a coffee the next day as a thank you.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” I perked my head up as he spoke.

“I’m a long ways away,” I let a giggle escape me as relaxed. Besides Steven who was clearly passed out, Izzy and I were the only two in the room.

“Stay the night then,” I giggled at his response before I finished my drink.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 150

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Settling back into Garrison, Keith and Lance were rather rudely woken as Pidge and Hunk slid into Lance’s bed with them, the day after the they’d come home the previous afternoon. Krolia had somehow managed to give them food poisoning. Not that he knew for sure. Yet seeing she’d tampered the possibility was strong. Coran the only one game enough to finish his slice of cake.

Kicked out of the house so their friends could set up for their “Surprise Return Party”. He and Lance had nothing to do except wait until they’d gotten the call from Pidge that they were allowed to return. She didn’t need to call. The pair of them had only gone as far as the back lawn, Lance lamenting over the state of his garden and Keith annoyed his sleep had been interrupted after being sick the previous night.

Playing up the surprise theme, they both had their eyes covered, then were led into the living room. The space had been transformed. A Christmas tree up. Stockings hung. Presents piled up on the coffee table. Kosmo dressed in a reindeer outfit with Blue glaring from her cat tree, not pleased to be dressed as an elf. Okay. So maybe their friends got a pass because of the theme. Wearing a hideous green sweater, Pidge beamed as she waved her arm to gesture to where “Merry Christmas” hung over the fireplace

“Ta-dah! It’s our Christmas do over! I know! I have the most amazing ideas!”

Keith didn’t bother correcting Pidge about it being Lance’s hope to recreate Christmas

“Guys! This is...”

Lance rushed Hunk, throwing his arms around him. Hunk sweeping Lance up with a chuckle

“Merry Christmas, bud!”

“I love you! Oh my god! I can finally give you guys your Christmas presents! And I can finally give you your birthday present! Please tell me we’re celebrating your birthday!?”

Hunk laughed awkwardly as he set Lance down

“Nah, it’s...”

Lance cut Hunk off

“Don’t you dare think you’re getting out of this. I was the worst friend in human history and didn’t call for your birthday!”

“It’s wasn’t...”

Great. Lance was being hyperactive... Seeing his boyfriend hadn’t stopped cleaning until nearly 1am, Lance had too much happiness and energy...

“Nope. Okay. Keith, can you grab Mami’s bag for me? I’ll grab everyone else’s presents...”

That seemed a lot of work and everyone seemed to have forgotten to give him his coffee. Blankly staring, he hadn’t realised Matt was wearing a set of ridiculous antlers on his head, or that Curtis and Shiro were there. Baubles hanging on Curtis’s horns. Groaning, Keith bumped into Matt as he went to turn, not really sure where to go

“Pidge, did you kick Keith out without his coffee?”

Pidge cackled

“Maybe?”

Always loud, Matt started yelling

“Guys! We’ve got a Keith without coffee! I repeat; We’ve got a Keith without coffee! It’s a category three disaster in the making!”

Pidge confessing

“It’s not that we didn’t make him coffee... I forgot and drank it myself”

Well “fuck you” to Pidge. He deserved his coffee. He’d barely got his morning pee in before they were tossed out. No wonder he’d been so sleepy and useless as Lance talked

“Don’t worry, bro. I’ve got you. Double shot topped with tequila, right?”

“Fuck off and get fleas”

Matt laughed at him. Too many people were laughing. Not enough coffee to upright. Lance moved from Hunk to his side, kissing Keith on the cheek

“I’ll put the coffee maker on for you. Don’t worry about Mami’s bag, I’ll grab it. You just focus on your coffee”

Lance hadn’t eaten either, Keith trying to remind him

“Food... you?”

“Yep. Gimme a bit”

Caffeinated Keith perked up. He’d been worried about them coming home, Lance admitting he feared the house would no longer feel like his after all the time he’s spent away from it. So when Lance had gone on a cleaning frenzy, Keith hadn’t interrupted. He’d let Lance do what he needed, despite the fact his boyfriend hadn’t been happy until late in the night and Keith just wanted to go bed several hours earlier. Seeing Lance happy felt right. He knew some of it was an act. And he’d noticed the occasional jolt in Lance’s moves as if he was forcing himself to move, but there was definitely something there that told him Lance felt more at ease than he had in a long time.

Disappearing, Lance returned with his arms laden with presents. Keith immediately trying to help. Vampire or not, Lance shouldn’t be moving heavy things around. His boyfriend laughing as he tried to protest the fact. With the size of Lance’s present pile, Keith couldn’t help but be conscious of the fact his own was tiny in comparison. His nerves over gifting left his stomach rolling, with a cold sweat across his forehead. He’d tried to gift shop on his own as much as possible, but with Rome being Rome and the daily repetition of the council meeting... No. He was making excuses. He’d sucked at gift giving for the others because his head was filled with how much he missed Lance.

Setting the presents down, Keith noticed then that a whole bunch were for Shiro. 7 wrapped all the same way, seemingly from each of them

“Is that everything? Because I want to open my presents already!”

Lance shook his head at Pidge

“Not quite. You’ll have to be patient a little longer, Pidgeon”

Shiro gaped at Lance, Keith kind of feeling the same way. Their Christmas’s were never like this. Staring at their friends group. His brain supplied an unwanted thought. Pidge was a girl and Hunk was a boy. Rieva was a girl and Matt was a boy. Was this party extra important because Lance had already thought about them? That they could be hurt? Or was it just him over thinking things? Pulling the top present off the pile, Pidge threw it at Shiro

“How can that not be everything? And why is there so many presents for Shiro?!”

Lance chuckled at their impatient Gremlin. Pidge seemed mortally wounded at the stack for Shiro

“Mami bought you all presents. Just small things from Cuba. We weren’t sure when we’d be allowed back, so we hit the markets in case we could come back for Christmas. It’s not much, but she did try to think of you all”

“Do you want me to...”

Lance sighed with a roll of his eyes at Keith’s offer

“Babe, sit down already. You’re being overly attentive. I can still do things like face the stairs”

“Okay. I just thought...”

“Stop thinking and sit down. Pidge will divide the presents up. Hunk, do you need any help bringing things in from the kitchen?”

“I’ve got it! But... uh... Bud, please be careful on the stairs”

Matt nodded quickly

“Maybe Keith and Hunk have a point, dude? You don’t have a great track record with the stairs”

The look Lance gave everyone spoke volumes. The stairs were now a forbidden topic that he didn’t want to be reminded about again. He’d healed from falling down them, and they’d all be in the shit if they started fussing over him. Keith felt goosebumps erupt at the look. Swallowing hard, Keith couldn’t remember the last time he’d shut up by a single scathing look like that from his boyfriend. He couldn’t help the almost phobia he’d developed over Lance and stairs. Especially with two very special passengers on board.

With Lance upstairs, Pidge went about dividing out presents, asking as she did

“So when are we going to hear all about Rome?”

Keith shrugged. He supposed Pidge and Hunk had been super anxious in their absence, but the topic of conversation had kind of fizzled out

“When Lance hears about Rome? I don’t know. All I can tell you is that he’s safe”

Pidge huffed, pausing mid-sorting to look up at Keith

“I can see that. I mean, like, is he really safe? We were talking with Shay, and she’s worried about him too. He seems happy but I don’t know. He wasn’t that happy when he came back”

Keith was surprised when Rieva answered

“In his defence, he was exhausted. Physically and mentally. Matt getting us kicked out of Cuba wasn’t on the plans. He’d had a very long day”

Pidge sighed

“I wish we got to go with him”

Lance had been so very missed by his two best friends

“Lance would have loved to have you guys there, but he couldn’t tell anyone he was down there in case you guys were contacted or in danger”

Matt added unnecessarily

“Yeah. Listen to Keith. The first thing he did was lose his shoes, then he made Lance cry. Boyfriend of the... ow!”

Rieva elbowed her boyfriend in the ribs

“Keith was under a lot of stress too. You guys should have seen him. He barely kept his temper under check, too impatient to be back with Lance”

Shiro chuckled

“You guys should have seen him in Rome after you left. I think he must have packed and unpacked a hundred times so he’d have something to do before his flight”

“That’s true. I don’t think he slept the night before he left. I worried about letting him on a public flight with how much coffee he’d had”

Now Curtis was teasing him. Keith looked to Hunk

“Don’t worry, man. We all know how in love with Lance you are”

“The only couple more loved up than you guys are Hunk and Shay. Oh! I forgot to tell you, Shay totally knows everything!”

Pidge dropping a bombshell like that had him, Curtis, and Shiro, all shocked as they looked to Pidge

“What do you mean she knows?”

“Apparently Hunk gets blabber mouth after sex”

Hunk blushed so deep a red, Keith was surprised his head didn’t pop

“It’s... not... I didn’t... Pidge!”

Pidge laughed at Hunk, resuming present sorting

“I’m not judging, but I think you could have picked a better time to tell her vampires and werewolves were real”

“It’s not my fault! She’s... Lance wanted to tell her!”

Okay... but if Shay knew, that led to an important question

“If Shay’s in the loop now, why isn’t she here?”

“Because she’s working. I tried to get her to swap shift. Plus, he didn’t tell her Lance was up the duff with twins. Nice going with that. You and your wonder sperm”

That wasn’t entirely his fault. It was. And took full responsibility, but he still wasn’t sure how it happened. Snarking back at Pidge, he felt defensive of Lance who wasn’t there to stick up for himself

“They were a complete surprise. We’d only just gotten around having one, let alone two. There’s nothing wrong with Lance being pregnant or the twins”

Sensing a potential fight, Shiro forced a laugh

“Leave him alone. He’s super excited about the twins. And frankly, I think we’re all looking forward to meeting them. It gives us something good to focus on”

“I hope you remember that the first time you change a shitty nappy, Uncle Shiro”

Coming back into the room, Lance had much smaller gifts this time, as well as an envelope with something in it that Keith couldn’t help but cock his head at

“What’s that?”

“I don’t know. It’s to you, from Krolia. I found it in my room when I was looking for my phone. I guess it’s a present or something”

That sounded just like this mother. How hard was it to shove something into his hands awkwardly and change topic? It’d worked well for Shiro and Adam. They didn’t make him awkwardly exchange gifts

“Of course she can’t just give it to me like a normal person”

Lance smiled, he could because he faked out of the cake with nausea. Not completely fake, but the only smart move that wouldn’t make Krolia angry or suspicious

“Be nice. I’m sure she didn’t mean to give you guys food poisoning. Anyway. We got these in Cuba. When I still could go out and stuff. They’re not much, but each is heart felt. Mami loved all of you. She loved the bond between Shiro and Keith. She loved how mischievous our little Gremlin was. She whole heartedly agreed that Hunk was like sunshine whenever he’s around. She thought Matt... was a bit... weird, but in a good way. Curtis, you may as well have been my actual cousin. I think she might have even slipped up and said you were. And she found you very exotic and mysterious Rieva. She was very upset that someone would ever hurt you. Mami was a lot better at a lot of things than I am. I guess... I know this might be selfish, but these are the last presents from her. I guess it’d make me happy to know that you’re taking care of them... and... she just loved you all so much. I made on my own for so long, but... she was so grateful I had all of you in my life. She always worried what would become of me after she passed... I know she made Keith swear to be there... but... I really did miss you guys... I’m sorry my anxiety was so shit I couldn’t talk... and I was so scared you’d all never want to talk to me because I had to lie so much... I hated lying to you. I did...”

Keith was the first to move, but they all kind of moved as group. Lance forced into being hugged by the lot of them

“You are the biggest undead idiot around!”

“Oh, man! You’re my brother!”

“You’re part of my pack! We’ll never leave you alone!”

“Group hug!”

The words fell over each other. Lance’s sniffles turned to laughter. Keith not too happy that his boyfriend was being squashed, and that he was being squashed as he tried to protect Lance’s bump, but at the same time he was overwhelmingly happy that they were all together again. Mami knew someday she’d pass, and had entrusted him with being there for Lance. She’d left Lance, but no matter how far their little family split or went, they’d always have each other when they needed someone.

“Okay! Off! You’re going to crush me and the twins!”

Lance gave them a few long moments. Everyone other than Pidge and Keith let go, Pidge poking her tongue at Keith

“He’s my brother. You have to share”

“I’ve already shared enough. Now take your paws off him”

“Laaaaance, Keith is being mean”

“I’m sorry, but he does have a point. Your hugging my belly. Squeeze too hard and I might throw up”

Pidge wrinkled her nose as she let go

“Curse you vomit. Next time I shall have my hugs”

Lance smiled at her fondly

“Will you settle for me sitting between you and Keith?”

“Fine. Now hurry up. I’ve been dying waiting for this”

“Okay. Okay. Calm down. You do know this is Keith’s first Christmas with us. You’re going to have to be nice”

Lance sounded like a dad scolding this hyperactive daughter. Keith clueless to what they were on about

“He snoozes, he loses. Them’s the rules”

“Be nice!”

Opening their presents was a thing. A very different thing than living with Shiro and Adam. They did small gifts, lunch if they didn’t have to work, and movies after work which usually involved falling asleep on the sofa. That was not the case here. Seeing Pidge was so damn excitable she went first, opening all her but one of her gifts before it moved onto Hunk next, and so on around their circle of friends. Lance took his time to explain that normally on Christmas Day he’d be in Platt with Mami until the evening, then they’d do presents at his place. That didn’t explain what was coming after the present part... which he was honestly more nervous about than his own gifts, which were more or less trinkety things from Rome, apart from his gift to Lance which was an old fashioned wrist watch he’d found in an antiques store. He wasn’t sure if Lance would love it, but he seemed to as he was made to help put it on his boyfriend’s wrist almost immediately after opening. Lance’s gift to him was a vintage camera that probably cost a fair bit. His boyfriend also sourcing the film for it, which Pidge laughed over being antiquated and all that.

They all seemed on the same wavelength about keeping Miriam’s gifts until last. Shiro buried under a pile of ugly sweater that Curtis found hilarious, as he’d known about them. Down to Miriam’s presents, they all fell kind of quiet, appreciating that Mami had thought of them all. Keith couldn’t help but not want to open the lovingly wrapped gift. Hunk and Pidge had gifted him a new kitchen knife and a coffee cup. Shiro’d already given him his gift Christmas Day, a new clip on cover for his personal phone so he’d be able to wear it on his Blade suit seeing they’d both probably stick with the Blade suits despite being full time hunters for Coran.

Watching Lance, his boyfriend ran his fingers over the small gift in his hands. Eyes growing teary

“Sorry. I already know what it is... but... She was really happy picking out presents. Honestly, if I’d left her unsupervised your gifts wouldn’t have been quite PG”

“It’s okay, babe. We don’t have to open them right now if it’s too much”

“Nah. She wanted you to have them for Christmas. She’d want you to open them and to smile as you did”

“Should I go first?”

Lance nodded, wiping at his eyes

“Yeah. Sorry... God... we haven’t even gotten to Hunk’s birthday presents and I’m a mess. Mami’s birthday present to you is in there too. I rewrapped them after... so they’d stay together. That’s why your present is a little larger than the rest of ours”

There were still two other presents that hadn’t been handed out sitting on the coffee table. Pidge had left them, Keith didn’t know why. Making to sling his arm around his boyfriend, he used the reposition to see they were to both he and Lance from Miriam. Lance had mentioned she had presents for the twins. It must be those

“Come on, Keith. You said you’d go first”

Keith ignored Pidge. He only had one hand free unless he wanted to put Lance in a choke hold. Thank god he was ambidextrous. Pulling the paper away from the tape, something small dropped into his lap. Picking it up, he realised it was a red stone pendant

“She knew you loved the colour red. It was what caught her eye first at the stall. All our gifts are similar. If you tilt it you can see cat in there. It’s like micro etched in. Mine has a fish. Shiro’s I think is a tiger...”

Keith interrupted. He wasn’t really a pendant kind of person, but this was one of the most heartfelt gifts he’d been given in his life. He wanted Lance to know he appreciated it

“Do the clip for me?”

“Sure. You guys can open yours. No trades or swapsies. She picked each thinking of you”

Rieva and Matt both had wolves with mother of pearl inlay. Curtis’s was a white shiny stone that kind of looked like a pearl. Lance said it was made from a polished tooth, Keith immediately glad he hadn’t met anything in Cuba with teeth a big, and that he hadn’t said he thought it was a stone. Shiro’s stone was black, Keith thought it looked more like a Lion than a tiger, a bigger cat than his, his was cooler because it was red. Hunk’s yellow stone had a sun. Pidge’s green stone a leaf. And Lance’s blue pendant was indeed etched with a fish.

Other than the two presents on the table, Keith thought the line of gifts had come to an end. Picking up both presents, he passed one to Lance, who seemed to be attempting to go cross eyed looking down at his pendant

“Babe, these are the last two from Mami”

“Oh. What. Oh... technically there’s a gift for Allura, Coran, and Krolia... but they’re not here...”

Pidge scrambled to her feet, holding her hands out as if trying to stop them from ripping into the last two presents

“Wait! There’s another two presents from me and Hunk... well, Shiro chipped in, and Curtis helped... hold on. Do we do this now?”

Pidge looked to the group, Matt rolling his eyes at his sister. Keith was slightly jealous of how much energy Pidge had. Then again, she’d probably had a propers night sleep and more coffee than him

“Go on. I know you’ve been dying to show them all fucking week”

Keith playing along with Matt, trying to sound serious and not half an emotional wreck over all the thought behind each present

“Should we be worried?”

“Ha! Rude! Okay. We’ll do the one for Lance first, then we’ll do Keith’s because his bigger”

Matt groaned

“Why don’t you just tell them already, big mouth?”

“Shut it, you. Okay. So, like, this ones from the group. Coran totally helped out. Then it took hours to get it right... wait here”

Climbing on the sofa, rather than going around, Hunk was smacked in the head as Pidge pulled out a ridiculously large flat gift

“Pidge!”

“Sorry! It’s not like you were using your head anyway. Okay. We kind of had the idea but we changed it, and anyway...”

“Dear Sister of Mine, you are babbling. Pass it over. You didn’t even show us before you wrapped it”

“Shut up! I’m trying to do this right. Okay, so you guys are probably better standing up for this. It’s kind of big”

“It’s nearly as big as you”

Matt’s joke earned him a kick in the shin and a huff from Pidge.

Getting to their feet, neither of them knew what to expect. If it was a gift from Pidge it’d either be tech based, or some kind o explosion for leaving Garrison for as long as they had. Rieva suggesting

“Why don’t you let Keith hold it while Lance opens it?”

Pidge snapping back

“I was going to do that! Here. Don’t you dare drop it”

Passing the gift over, Keith could feel what felt like a frame through the wrapping paper. Lance on the same wavelength as him

“It’s not going to blow up, is it?”

“Rude. A lot of love went into this. And we totally ripped off Keith’s idea. Now open it already!”

Lance started with a small rip, then all but tore the paper apart. Eyes filling with tears that made Keith look down to realise what it was

“We got the footage from Coran. It took ages to clean it up and pick the right shot

“Mami’s first scan...”

Okay. So that was it was. Keith wasn’t that great at picking that up from upside down

“Yep. And then down the bottom it’s got us, because we’re the bestest friends ever. We wanted to get you something big to remember it by... it was going to be of us camping until... Mami passed. Do you like it?”

Lance nodded as he covered his face, Keith would have put the frame down but he kind of didn’t know how to, or where to put it

“I do... Guys... thanks... I...”

Lance fleeing wasn’t what he saw coming. Turning, Lance jogged from the room. Keith handing the frame to Hunk, intending to go after his boyfriend. Shiro stopping him before he could

“Why don’t you let Hunk and Pidge go talk with him? He’s missed them. We can work out how to hang the frame”

“But...”

But he was Lance’s boyfriend. Plus he kind of needed a break too. Everything was a lot and a lot at once. Matt lifted the photo frame off Hunk

“Keith, they’ve got this. He’s out the back, if you want to guys want to go. We’ve got this”

Shiro sided with Matt

“It’ll be a good chance to show Lance we can handle putting the nursery together”

Keith unconvinced that they could, yet... Pidge and Hunk had really missed Lance. He’d let them go this time, but next time he wasn’t being swayed so easily

“Go. But go easy on him. His anxiety levels have been pretty high”

Pidge rolled her eyes at him

“We’ve got this. Personally I’m more concerned with how you losers are going to hang the frame up. If you break it, I’ll castrate you all”

Shiro saluted Pidge. Keith internally groaning at his brother feeding the Gremlin’s ego

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am!”

“That’s more like it. And don’t make a mess! Come on, Hunk, our bestie needs us”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupod #ashratherose

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tuffduff · 4 years

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Lovebirds (Duff McKagan x Reader)

Paring: Duff x Reader

Words: 1438

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” The four of them demanded simultaneously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How did he feel?

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

“Uh...Duff, we barely got here.”

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

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

“Oh, we—”

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

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

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

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

“So what?”

“So what? He was nice.”

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

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

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

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

“Fuck off!” You both yelled back simultaneously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#duff mckagan #guns n roses #duff mckagan x reader #duff mckagan imagine #guns n roses imagine #gnr #gnr imagine #80s imagines #guns n roses request

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mizutoyama · 4 years

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HPHM OTP Playlist

(Inspired by @drinkyoursoupbitch & @carewyncromwell )

Alice Beaumont x Charlie Weasley

It’s a long one... Sorry 😅(Been writing down songs that reminded me of Charlie and Alice’s relationship and its evolution for some time now...)

The order, while not perfect, is important. We start with Charlie realizing his feelings for Alice, followed by Alice’s own (very) slow realization, them dating through highs and lows, them breaking up, after the break up, until they finally find their ways toward each other again.

You came into my life

And I thought hey

You know this could be something

Two Is Better Than One (Boys Like Girls, Taylor Swift)

Oh I feel overjoyed

When you listen to my words

I see them sinking in

Overjoyed (Bastille)

Hey Juliet

I think you're fine.

You really blow my mind

Maybe some day you and me can run away.

I just want you to know.

I wanna be your Romeo.

Juliet (LMNT)

I remember the day we first met

The shy smiles and the spilling sunlight

I knew, just by looking into your eyes

Neverending story (Stray Kids)

She watches the sunset slip out of sight

She points to the lilacs in bloom

Her eyes filled with wonder

And my eyes they do the same

Just looking at her face

Looking at Her Face (Tyrone Wells)

What could a guy like me

Ever really offer?

She's perfect as she can be

Why should I even bother?

She’s so High (Tal Bachman)

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

Enchanted (Owl City)

I think you're pretty

Without any makeup on

I think you're funny

When you tell the punchline wrong

Teenage Dream (The Rescues)

New and a bit alarming

Who'd have ever thought that this could be

True, that he's no Prince Charming

But there's something in him that I simply didn't see

Something There (Beauty and the Beast)

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall

But watching you stand alone

All of my doubt, suddenly goes away somehow

A Thousand Years (Christina Perri)

You might need time to think it over

But I'm just fine moving forward

I'll ease your mind if you give me the chance

I will never make you cry, c'mon let's try

Beautiful Soul (Jesse McCartney)

So this is the miracle

That I've been dreaming of

Mmm, mmm

So this is love

So This Is Love (Cinderella)

'Cause lovers dance when they're feelin' in love

Spotlight's shinin' it's all about us

It's all about us

And every heart in the room will melt

This is a feeling I've never felt but

It's all about us

All About Us (He Is We)

Remember those walls I built

Well, baby, they're tumbling down

And they didn't even put up a fight

They didn't even make a sound

Halo (Beyonce)

You've got me seeing stars brighter than ever

Shining just like diamonds do

I know that in time it could be all ours, brighter than ever

Your love is such a dream come true

Seeing Stars (Børns)

You’re already in my radius

My eyes are already a pair of binoculars

Other guys are outside my vision

Only you are growing bigger

Adrenaline (Girls’ Generation -TaeTiSeo)

As I looked up into those eyes, his vision borrows mine

And I know he's no stranger

For I feel I've held him for all of time

Ordinary Day (Vanessa Carlton)

It's a new world it's a new start

It's alive with the beating of young hearts

It's a new day it's a new plan

I've been waiting for you

Here I am

Here I Am (Bryan Adams)

I've got somewhere I belong

I got somebody to love

This is what dreams are made of

What Dreams Are Made Of (Hilary Duff)

You're the fire and the flood

And I'll always feel you in my blood

Everything is fine

When your hand is resting next to mine

Fire and the Flood (Vance Joy)

Do you feel the lightning inside of you

Will you follow through if I fall for you?

Don't look down

Up this high, we'll never hit the ground

Don’t Look Down (Martin Garrix)

And I'm racking my brain for a new improved way

To let you know your more to me than what I know how to say

You're OK with the way this is going to be

Must Have Done Something Right (Reliant K)

I can show you the world

Shining, shimmering, splendid

Tell me, princess, now when did you last let your heart decide?

A Whole New World (Aladdin)

When you're near, I hide my blushing face

And trip on my shoelaces

Grace just isn't my forté

I Do Adore (Mindy Gledhill)

She calls me sweetheart

I love it when she wakes me when it's still dark

And she watches the sun

But she's the only one I have my eyes on

I Must Be Dreaming (The Maine)

And Edison would spin in his grave

To ever see the light that you gave

Don't wanna take it nice and slow here

Don't wanna waste a minute more dear

Warmer Climate (Snow Patrol)

There's something about you I can't describe

If only you could see yourself through my eyes

There is nothing I won't do to show you why

You cannot hide, you're simply one of a kind

Something About You (Lucius)

Never knew I could feel like this

Like I've never seen the sky before

Want to vanish inside your kiss

Everyday I love you more and more

Come What May (Moulin Rouge)

My wildest dreamings

Could not foresee

Lying beside you

With you wanting me

As Long As You’re Mine (Wicked)

Make your fingers soft and light Let your body be the velvet of the night Touch my soul, you know how Andante, andante Go slowly with me now

Andante, Andante (Mamma Mia 2)

You be the Beast and I'll be the Beauty, beauty

Who needs true love as long as you love me truly.

I want it all, but I want you more

Wonderlands (Natalia Kills)

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol)

You're the reason that I feel so strong

The reason that I'm hanging on

Mess is Mine (Vance Joy)

There comes a time you need to let me know

We'll fight your demons

When they start to show

Circles (As Tall As Lions)

And when you're needing your space

To do some navigating

I'll be here patiently waiting

To see what you find

I Won't Give Up (Jason Mraz)

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light

'Cause oh that gave me such a fright

But I will hold as long as you like

Just promise me we'll be alright

Ghosts That We Knew (Mumford & Sons)

I don't want to talk right now

I just want your arms wrapped around

Me and this moment before it runs out

Eavesdrop (The Civil Wars)

You're a wreck and you know

You've got me wrapped around your finger

Like a boy tangled in vines

But I've figured you out

Daisy (The Maine)

You tell me all the things you do

Tell me that it's up to you

Crying in the peaceful night

Telling all the things you hide

But out there in the future

Maybe you're the rainbow

A Song About Love (Jake Bugg)

All I want is to keep you safe from the cold

To give you all that your heart needs the most

May I (Trading Yesterday)

Tell me that you'll stay

Even when I'm far away

My voice will carry through

Until the end it's me & you

We can make it if we try

Silhouette (Active Child)

Pain or tears, let's change them into stars.

Light a light that will shine on our tomorrow.

Though we may waver now and then, let's do this together;

We'll find that forever, glittering brightly with stardust.

Let it out (Miho Fukuhara)

And when you cry a piece of my heart dies

Knowing that I may have been the cause

If you were to leave and fulfill someone else's dreams

I think I might totally be lost

The Girl (City and Colour)

I don't know where you're going

And I don't know why,

But listen to your heart

Before you tell him goodbye

Listen to Your Heart (DHT)

Can I embrace you one last time?

Can I bid farewell for the last time?

Just please don't forget those loving, happy memories

Driving Me Crazy (Master’s Sun)

But it was not your fault but mine

And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time

Didn't I, my dear?

Little Lion Man (Mumford & Sons)

If I was a burden to you

If I was a baggage

I should’ve left you earlier, I’m sorry

Happy (2NE1)

It's been seven hours and fifteen days

Since you took your love away

I go out every night and sleep all day

Since you took your love away

Nothing Compares to You (Stereophonics)

Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing

Especially when I have to watch other people kissin'

And I remember when you started callin' me your miss's

All the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses

Littlest Things (Lily Allen)

You said this was all for me

Like a lie, you coldly turned around

Why? Why? You’re gone away

Come Back Home (Unplugged Ver.) (2NE1)

The time when anything made us happy

Looking at each other

You were my strength

When you trusted me

LUV (Apink)

I will miss you the more I erase you

I will shed more tears than today

Like fate, I won’t ever have anyone like you

Good bye my love (Ailee)

I'm sorry that I hurt you

It's something I must live with everyday

And all the pain I put you through

I wish that I could take it all away

And be the one who catches all your tears

The Reason (Hoobastank)

Well, you only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

Let Her Go (Passenger)

I tossed and turned in the end

With no one to talk to

I searched again and again

But I never found you

Up All Night (Owl City)

You didn’t say anything, and it was over

I didn’t say anything too, that was our end

The past was still clear

MILK (f(x))

But now the sun shines cold

And all the sky is grey

The stars are dimmed by clouds and tears

And all I wish

Is gone away

To Wish Impossible Things (The Cure)

Et au sud de mes peines j'ai volé loin de toi

Pour couvrir mon cœur d'une cire plus noire

Que tous les regards lancés à mon égard

J'ai tenté de voler loin de toi

C'était salement romantique (Coeur de pirate) (Decided not to put the translation ‘cause the one I found was bad.)

Don’t look back and leave

Don’t find me again and just live on

Because I have no regrets from loving you,

so only take the good memories

Haru Haru (Big Bang)

Even if you easily turn away,

easily get farther apart

I know I won’t easily forget you

If you see me, still the same, still like this

You will call me a fool

And One (Taeyeon)

The one person who appears even when I close my eyes

The person who is next to me even in my dreams

Do you even remember me?

Do you even think of me?

I miss you, please

The One Person, You (Jessica)

It's always times like these

When I think of you

And wonder if you ever think of me

Cause everything's so wrong and I don't belong

Living in your precious memory

A Thousand Miles (Vanessa Carlton)

Come up to meet you

Tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you

Tell you I need you

The Scientist (Coldplay)

I just wanna love you again

Please come back to me girl

We just broke up but we need each other

Come back to me, you feel the same way

Wanna Love You Again (2PM)

Tired of being tangled in this mess and I

I'm ready to wish you the best tonight

Let me let you go

Let Me Let You Go (Namie Amuro)

Whoever I'll be gazing at, whoever I'll be spending time with,

a day when I can forget you won't come

I'll keep loving you in my heart,

but we can't be together anymore

Cause life's no love story

Love Story (Namie Amuro)

Think of all the things

We've shared and seen

Don't think about the way

Things might have been

Think of Me (Phantom of the Opera)

Now she's here shining in the starlight

Now she's here suddenly I know

If she's here it's crystal clear

I'm where I'm meant to go

I See the Light (Tangled)

Why are you looking down all the wrong roads

When mine is the heart and the soul of the song

There may be lovers who hold out their hands but

He'll never love you like I can

Like I Can (Sam Smith)

And I will swallow my pride

You're the one that I love

And I'm saying goodbye

Say Something (A Great Big World)

If I would have known that you wanted me

The way I wanted you

Then maybe we wouldn't be two worlds apart

But right here in each others arms

Almost Is Never Enough (Ariana Grande)

Why kiss another frog

You're the only one I want

It's obvious, Why can't you see?

Wontcha Take me to the place we used to meet

A Place Called You (Emma Stevens)

Can we start it all over again, this morning?

I lost all my defenses, this morning

Won't you show me the way it used to be?

Morning (Beck)

I will love you unconditionally

There is no fear now

Let go and just be free

I will love you unconditionally

Unconditionally (Katy Perry)

If you’ve gotten this far, congrats! And thank you! While this playlist has many songs, it’s only the tip of the iceberg.

#charlie weasley x alice beaumont #alice beaumont #charlie weasley #otp playlist #hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm mc #jacob's sibling

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The League of Extraordinary Rockstars, ch.4

Summary: LA is a hub for music and mutants, making it the perfect place for Motley Crue, Guns N’ Roses, and countless other mutant musicians to call home. But it’s not all easy, especially when it comes to finding a decent place to live. So what better solution than moving in together in the mansion of an immortal? Love, drama, and super powers. If nothing else, it’ll be interesting.

Chapter Warnings: Language, genderswap!Steven

AN: This is a collaboration between myself and @the–blackdahlia! It combines elements from her fic “It’s So Easy (And Other Lies)” (specifically her genderswapped!Steven) and my super powered GnR series. It is completely AU and ignores timelines like Woah, but hopefully you’ll have as much fun reading it as we’re having writing it! Let us know what you think!

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Stevie had gotten so used to yelling waking her up, that when she woke up and the room was silent, she was a little confused. But a smile soon spread on her face as she stretched and rolled over on her mattress. She had so many plans for the room. Paint, rug, furniture, an actual bed, and more. And they were going to get a bunch of that today, plus groceries. A wholesale store had just opened up a month ago, and they actually had the money to buy a membership. They had a busy day today.

And it was cloudy outside.

But as she stood to get dressed, she didn’t think much of it. Stevie never stopped absorbing sunlight- she simply couldn’t shut her mutation off- and especially being in southern California, she usually had an excess of light in her. It was the reason she was always glowing at least a little. If it was overcast for more than a few days it was certainly not a fun time, but ever since she met Duff she was able to simply ask him for some clear skies if it had been too long and she’d be good to go.

Yesterday had been sunny though, so she figured she could let nature do its thing for now. No biggie. Throwing on some jeans and her least dirty shirt, she wandered out into the hallway of her new home. Axl and Sebastian’s door was shut, but Duff’s was open and empty. Continuing into the living room, she heard a frantic voice.

“Dude, I’m telling you, it was right there!”

Turning the corner, she found Tommy waving his arms dramatically in front of an unconvinced looking Duff.

“Well, if you’re so sure, why didn’t you chase after it?”

“I tried! But it was just gone! It probably burrowed under the floorboards or something!”

“What did?” Stevie piped up, getting their attention.

Duff rolled his eyes, “Tommy is still going on about that “raccoon” from yesterday,” he explained, disbelief heavy in his voice.

“It’s true though!” Tommy defended himself, “I saw it again this morning!”

“Are you sure you’re not just, like, super hungover?” Stevie tried to reason. So far, Tommy was the only one to have seen the supposed critter, so she tried to find another explanation, “I mean, I’ve had some mornings where I think the fucking walls are moving, y’know?”

“No! It’s real, I swear!”

Stevie and Duff exchanged looks, even as Tommy continued to ramble. They nodded along politely, wandering into the kitchen when the Motley Crue drummer finally gave up. Throwing open a cabinet, Stevie snatched a bag of chips for her breakfast. Along with their take out, they had grabbed some snacks the night before. The mansion didn’t have a fridge, only an old school ice box that was sorely lacking in ice. Oh well. They’d have that taken care of by the end of the day, Stevie thought happily.

“So, Kelly and I are going shopping today,” She told them as she shoved chips into her mouth. “I thought we could split and have half of you guys clean while half went shopping?”

“You know I hate shopping,” Duff groaned. “I guess I’ll stay here and clean.”

“T, I think you better come with me,” Stevie told the other drummer.

“What? Why?” Tommy asked.

“Well, if you made a flamethrower to melt roaches, imagine what you’ll do when you see your supposed raccoon.”

“Is he still going on about that?” Mick asked, shuffling down the stairs, “Why the fuck isn’t there a coffee maker? I need my caffeine.”

“We’ll get one,” Stevie told him, “Don’t worry. It’s on the list.”

“The delivery guys aren’t gonna be happy having to bring all the things you want to buy to the house,” Nikki pointed out as he appeared as well, leaning against the counter, “We give Kelly shit about the “commute”, but we actually are a decent ways away from the strip.”

“Why are we still complaining about the commute?” Baz inquired, wandering into the kitchen with a still mostly-asleep Axl draped across his back.

“Oh, you know,” Stevie sighed dramatically, “We were just talking about how much trouble getting all the new furniture and stuff here will be. If only there was a big, strong mutant who could get things home for us,” she batted her eyelashes at the tall singer.

“Aw, dude you know I’m your guy!” Baz laughed heartily, earning him a mumbled scolding from the redhead on his back that he was quick to ignore, “It’ll probably take me a few trips, I still have trouble jumping large shit so I might have to take things one at a time, but otherwise it’s no problem!”

“Baz, I love you,” Stevie kissed his cheek.

“Back off, he’s mine,” Axl grumbled from where his face was still pressed into his back. Stevie smiled and shook her head.

“He dyes his hair black and we might have to fight for him,” Stevie told Axl. At that moment, Izzy made his way in and Stevie’s smile got bigger. “Iz!”

“God, how are you so cheerful so early in the morning?” He asked, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m just excited!” She told him, “And you’re going shopping with me and Kelly!”

“What?” Izzy asked. “Who decided that?”

“I did,” Stevie said proudly, “We have a lot to do to get this house in livable shape!” There was a chorus of groans. “I don’t want to hear it. Or I’ll kick everyone except Kelly out.”

The grumbling continued, but none of them put up any real fight. They quickly got the groups sorted out. Stevie, Kelly, Izzy, Tommy, Nikki, and Sebastian would be hitting the stores for the various supplies and furniture the house needed to be livable. Meanwhile, Vince, Mick, Slash, Duff, and Axl would be staying to clean the place and make it less of a health hazard.

Baz dropped Axl unceremoniously onto the beat up couch in the living room. “He’ll wake up once he realizes everyone is doing their cleaning “wrong”,” he assured them.

“Excuse me for having fucking standards,” the redhead mumbled into the dusty cushions, receiving one last kiss on his cheek before the groups split up. The shopping team got ready, Kelly deciding that they should deposit the money instead of paying with cash, so they headed out to the bank.

“Okay, so let’s start with the floor?” Duff suggested. Axl, who’s head had been resting on the couch, popped up suddenly.

“I think the fuck not!”

****

They split the money and each put it in their separate accounts. After fixing overdraft and bank fees, they were all good to go. Stevie was smiling still as she settled in Kelly’s car. She stared out the window as he drove towards the various furniture and home decor stores. Stevie had plans, and one of those plans included a new bed without a spring poking her back.

“You okay over there Glowstick?” Kelly asked. “You’re kinda quiet.”

“I’m good,” She smiled at him, “Just must need some more sleep, y'know?”

Shrugging, Kelly accepted her answer. He hadn’t slept great either, being in a house as old as his meant a lot of weird noises, not to mention they all still had shitty mattresses, so he was sure the blonde drummer would be fine soon enough.

Pulling up to Sears, Stevie clapped her hands excitedly while the poor boys shoved in the back seat of Kelly’s car practically fell out.

“Fuck, Sebastian why do you have so much leg??” Nikki complained, stretching as he stood on the sidewalk, “I thought Tommy was long…”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Izzy practically screeched, having ghosted out of the car the second the wheels had stopped, “All three of you are over six feet of dumbass! I almost slipped out on the freeway just to end my misery!”

“Aw, poor little guy,” Kelly tried to ruffle Izzy’s hair, though he wasn’t surprised when his hand fell right through.

Izzy glared, “You’re like, an inch taller than me!”

“Okay guys, stop posturing,” Stevie rolled her eyes, “This is supposed to be the fun part! We can get some kickass stuff to make the house the most rockin place in Hollywood!”

They all headed inside. Stevie immediately headed towards the furniture, but Nikki spotted the power tools and looked at Tommy.

“We’ll need a drill and stuff right?” He asked. “And, like, a screwdriver?”

“Shiny torture devices,” Tommy laughed. “Let’s go look.”

“You know if you don’t go with Stevie, she’ll pick your furniture out for you, right?” Izzy told them. They just shrugged. Kelly and Baz were distracted by the video game display, so Izzy sighed, and then realized something. He would be alone with Stevie until they got bored with their toys.

This was his chance.

Following after Stevie, he found the drummer giggling as she hopped onto different mattresses, grinning at the feel of a bed that wasn’t dragged out of a dumpster.

“Having fun?” Izzy smirked.

“Oh, lots,” Stevie replied. Looking over at him, her brows furrowed, suddenly glancing around, “Hey, where’d the other guys go?”

Izzy shrugged, “Baz and Kelly were looking at some game or something, and the terror twins were playing with power tools.”

Stevie huffed, “I swear, I’m going to get those boys bunk beds.”

“Knowing them they’d be thrilled.”

“Come try this mattress out with me!” Stevie told Izzy. He sat on the edge and she pulled him back to lay on it.

“Oh, this is nice,” Izzy mumbled. “I could get used to this.”

“Let’s rebel and take a nap at Sears,” Stevie laughed. Right then, a salesperson came up.

“Do you and your boyfriend like it?” She asked with a giggle. Stevie smiled.

“It’s great but we have a few more to try out,” She told her. Izzy noticed that she didn’t say “he’s not my boyfriend”.

“Well, if you need anything, I’ll be over there,” She told them before walking away. Stevie rolled onto her side.

“Wanna go try out another one?” She asked. “Or should we just order however many in this style?”

Looking into her eyes, Izzy felt his mind racing. He wanted to say “let's try all of them” or maybe “let’s lay here forever” or maybe “oh my God do you have any idea how much I love you?”

But when he opened his mouth, all that came was a choked, “This one seems good.”

“Well, okay then,” Stevie smiled and got up. “I’m gonna go look at some bedding now. I think they have those sets that have everything all in one. Do you wanna come with me?” She bit her lip slightly. She wanted to take the reins and ask Izzy or Duff out, but most of the people she talked to said that they should make the first move. So Stevie was left waiting for someone, who wasn’t Kelly, to flirt with her orsomething.

“Yeah, as long as I can have something in black,” Izzy smirked. Stevie headed over to the bedding, writing on a little notebook what the furniture they needed would be. There were shelves upon shelves of bedding and Stevie just stared at them. Her head was starting to hurt and she felt really tired.

“So, uh, see anything you like?” Stevie asked, gravitating to a purple set. Izzy watched her for a moment before finding his own set in black

“Here,” He told her, “You feeling okay?”

“I’m great. Just tired,” She told him, grinning. “Why don’t we pick out for everyone else?”

“Yeah, sure,” Izzy replied. His eyes almost immediately fell on what had to be child’s bedding, green with bright, cartoonish flowers all over it. Grinning mischievously, he pointed at the garish pattern.

“Oh, we’re definitely getting that one for Vince.”

~~~~~~~

“No, no, no!” Axl yelled, “You’re doing it wrong!”

“I’m just bagging up the trash! How am I doing it wrong?” Vince asked, glaring at the redhead.

“Well, for starters, you’re not in the bag,” Axl shot back. Duff groaned.

“Can you two be civil for like five minutes?” Duff asked.

“He started it!” Both yelled at the same time. Mick pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Where the hell is Slash?” He asked, “Why isn’t he here trying to help us?”

“Because he’s probably sleeping,” Duff rolled his eyes, “Or trying to find more snakes around the garden.”

“I swear, we need to put a bell on him,” Axl muttered.

“Whatever, I’m sure I’ll fucking trip over him soon enough,” Duff grumbled bitterly, sweeping a pile of debris into a small pan.

Given how large the house was, they were making good progress. They’d gotten rid of the cobwebs and layers of dust, and the decades old trash and bottles were cleared away.

"I see we've made progress even with all the screeching," Vince muttered.

"I'll show you screeching," Axl growled, "Baz isn't here and he's like 85% of my self control."

"Chill out," Mick stood between the frontmen, "We're lucky we got this place. Don't fuck it up."

"Guys! There's more buildings out here!" Slash called from outside.

"That's great but you're supposed to be helping us clean this one!" Duff told him.

“But we’re barely even seen the whole place!” Slash whined.

“You know we gotta have this done before Stevie gets home and cuts off all of our balls,” Vince told him.

“Yeah, I saw the way you were looking at Kelly,” Mick told Vince, “You might need them.” Slash glared slightly at Vince under his hair before he huffed and went to get a mop. Axl was about to say something when there was a noise at the front door.

“Hey guys! Let me in!” Baz called. Axl went to the door to find Baz with a cart that had three mattresses on it.

“What’s this?” Axl asked.

“Beds babe!” Baz gave him a kiss, “Oh, the cart? I just thought it would be handy. And it was just sitting outside of Sears.”

“You just stole a cart from Sears?” Mick asked, arms crossed.

“Well yeah. They’re good for it. They’re loaded,” Baz smirked as he brought in the mattresses. “Here’s the first three. I gotta get the rest of them.”

As the teleporter popped away for the second haul, Slash merely shrugged, “Hey, we’ve stolen worse.” He and Duff got to work dragging the mattresses into various bedrooms as Sebastian brought the rest of their haul. By the time he had brought all the mattresses and bedding, the Skid Row singer was panting, collapsing face down onto the mattresses still on the cart.

“You alive, man?” Vince questioned, poking his shoulder only to have his hand slapped away by Axl.

“Yeah, yeah, no, I’m good,” Baz mumbled, “Just… Just need a minute.”

As they waited for Sebastian to recover so they could move the rest of the mattresses, Duff tilted his head and squinted at the singer, a thought from earlier returning to him.

“Slash,” he asked, voice serious, “should I dye my hair black?”

“I swear to god, I will never escape this bullshit,” Slash sighed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Duff asked.

“Nothing,” Slash grumbled, “God, I can’t wait to sleep on a brand new mattress.”

“Stevie’s getting bed frames delivered,” Baz mumbled, “Said it wouldn’t be fair for me to keep having to teleport everything.”

“Good call,” Axl nodded, draping himself casually across the other singer’s back, “This is a lot for one day.”

“She told me not to do all these but I was like, challenge accepted!” Baz laughed, “I’m starting to feel better. I wanna go to the grocery store. The one we’re going to is the one that gives out all the samples!”

“Man, he gets free samples while we’re stuck here cleaning?” Slash pouted.

“They’ll bring back food for all of us, you big baby,” Axl rolled his eyes, hopping to his feet as Sebastian stood, stretching his arms over his head.

“Alright, see you guys in a bit!” And with one last ‘pop’, he was gone again.

“God, he bounces back fast,” Vince announced. Axl smirked.

“You should see him at night,” Axl winked, “Now come on, let’s get these mattresses into the rooms and ready for the rest of the stuff!”

With only minimal complaining, the group got back to work setting up their new home.

~~~~~~~

Sebastian stumbled just slightly as he materialized in front of the wholesale store Kelly had said they’d be going to next. Sure enough, the group was out front waiting for him, having managed to beat him there while he was taking his break.

Grinning widely, he jogged over to the cluster of musicians, “Alright, everything’s back at the house! Now let’s get some grub, I’ve been looking forward to this part all day!”

“It’s just the grocery store,” Kelly shook his head. They headed inside, signing up for their membership cards, before starting to walk around the store. Stevie was doing fine, but by the third sample station, she stopped accepting it, and by the time they filled up the second cart with bulk goods, she was so tired she could’ve slept on one of the display models.

“Guys?” She asked, “Will someone walk out with me to the car please?”

“I got it! You guys keep going,” Tommy told them, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and heading back out through the store.

“What’s that about?” Kelly asked Nikki, who shrugged. Izzy came back from grabbing a big thing of paper towel, frowning when he saw Stevie gone.

“Where’d Stevie go?” he asked, throwing the paper towels into the cart.

“She went out to the car with Tommy,” Nikki explained.

“She’d been kind of off all day,” Kelly chimed in, “Maybe she’s sick or something.”

Izzy hummed, glancing towards the exit in concern, but following after the other two boys regardless. Maybe Stevie just needed to sit down.

Meanwhile, Stevie had thought the same thing, but sitting wasn’t helping at all. She felt drained, like she wanted to sleep for a week, and she had to lean heavily on Tommy, barely able to keep herself sitting upright.

“Hey, you okay?” Tommy asked as he held her up.

“Mmmm,” Was all Stevie answered. Tommy had climbed inside the back of the car with her in his arms. It was only in the shaded interior of the car that Tommy could see that she was glowing a pale green.

What the fuck?

“Stevie? What’s going on?” Tommy asked. He knew she would glow consistently, but it was usually more golden, or yellow, sometimes orange. But never green. She looked like a glow in the dark star that was fading out. But Stevie was already asleep, her head resting on his chest, and didn’t answer.

“Stevie?” He asked again, shaking her lightly. She murmured a little, but otherwise stayed quiet. Okay, Tommy was officially freaked out. His head darted around, as if he could find a solution within the beat up vehicle. He didn’t want to leave her, but he didn’t know how much longer the guys would be, and he was super fucking worried. Maneuvering himself slowly, he gently laid the other drummer down across the backseat, closing the door softly before sprinting back into the store in a gust of wind.

“I’m just saying, just cause we have money doesn’t mean everything needs to be name brand!” Kelly was arguing with Nikki, each holding a bag of chips that were nearly identical.

Izzy pinched the bridge of his nose, “I swear, if you two don’t get your shit together, I’m gonna-”

“Guyssomethingiswrongwithstevieshe’sgreenlikeliterallygreenIdon’tknowwhat’swrong!”

The three men were nearly blown back as Tommy skid to a stop in front of them, a frantic look on his face as he spit out what was probably supposed to be words, but instead just sounded like gibberish.

“Woah, babe, slow down,” Nikki frowned in concern, tossing the chips to the side as he put his hands on Tommy’s shoulders, “What’s wrong?”

“Stevie!” The speedster forced himself to speak at human speeds, “I don’t know what’s wrong, but she’s super out of it and she’s glowing, like, green!”

“Shit,” Izzy groaned, “Just hurry up and get some fucking chips!” Izzy hurried outside, leaving everyone confused. They hurried up their shopping as Izzy headed out to the car. Sure enough, she was laying in the backseat, glowing slightly green. Izzy opened the back door and gently pulled Stevie to him.

“I-Iz?” Stevie asked weakly before falling back asleep. Izzy held onto her. The one time he needed Duff and he wasn’t around. He glared at the overcast sky as if he could stare it into submission.

The driver’s door suddenly opened, Kelly sticking his head in and practically throwing bags of food into the front seat. He could hear the trunk opening as well.

“Alright dude,” Kelly asked seriously, “What’s going on?” He bit his lip anxiously as he saw the muted green glow of the Guns drummer.

“This happens when she doesn’t get enough sun,” Izzy explained, “It makes her really sick. It’s Hell for her,” he pet her hair softly as he spoke, “We need to get back to the house so Duff can clear the fucking clouds.”

“I’ll teleport and take some of this stuff with me,” Baz told them.

“I can run home,” Tommy shrugged.

“And leave me here? I’ll piggyback.” Nikki added.

“We’ll meet you there,” Kelly nodded and started the car, taking off. Baz grabbed the leftover things and teleported home while Nikki climbed on Tommy’s back.

“I deserve a backrub after this,” Tommy groaned.

“I’ll do that and more. Let’s just get home,” Nikki promised. Tommy smirked and took off.

In the backseat of the car, Izzy held onto Stevie, focusing on staying solid. This wasn’t the first time he had seen her sick like this, but it was still scary. There was always the “what if”. What if she didn’t stop glowing green? What if they’re someplace where they can’t get sun? What if…

Izzy shook his head and focused on Stevie.

There was no good in focusing on the what ifs- Stevie had always bounced back, and she would do so again this time. She was strong as Hell, and no weather would get her down for long. Without even thinking about it, he gave the drummer a soft kiss on her hair. She’d be fine.

In the front seat, Kelly furrowed his brow as he looked up at the long road leading up to their neighborhood before snorting loudly. Ahead of the car in the distance, he saw a few bolts of lightning before the clouds started retreating from the same spot, the sun slowly spreading as the sky cleared. Kelly shook his head.

“I swear, Duff should have been a theater kid.”

~~~~~~~~

"I'm back!" Baz announced as he teleported into the living room and dropped the bags, "Duff, man!"

"What?" Duff came down the stairs having dropped the last mattress off.

"We need you Mr. Wizard," Baz told him. "Our little Starshine is sun sick."

“What?!” Duff shrieked, a few flashes of lighting coming through the window, “How? It’s been sunny all week, this is the first overcast day in a fuckin while!” Even as he ranted though, his irises and pupils faded as his eyes slowly turned a clear, bright white, and the yard outside was soon bathed in sunshine, the clouds spiraling into a rapidly expanding circle of clear sky.

“I dunno man, that’s just what Izzy said,” Sebastian shrugged, glancing away. He always thought Duff’s eyes were kind of creepy when he did more intense weather manipulation, “She was like, this dull green color.”

Frowning, Duff hummed in concern, “Weird…” His white eyes narrowed slightly as he focused on clearing the clouds from as much of the city as he could. Just a few minutes later the car pulled up. Kelly started carrying food in as Izzy carried Stevie in.

"What happened?" Duff asked.

"Remember how excited she was yesterday and was glowing a shit ton?" Izzy pointed out, "This is the result."

“Fuck, I didn’t even think of that,” Duff looked at the sleeping blonde sadly, “Goddammit, girl, why you always gotta be so excited about everything.”

“Aw, poor Glowstick,” Vince cooed, “I feel bad for complaining about all the times she blinded me yesterday.”

“As you should,” Axl huffed, though he shared the worried gaze of the rest of the house.

“She’ll be fine, guys,” Slash reassured the non-Guns members, who had never witnessed this sort of malady with Stevie before, “She just needs to sleep it off and soak in some sun.”

"I'll take her to her room," Izzy told them, carrying her down the hall. When he looked behind him, the rest of the housemates were following. "Guys, she's fine. Chill out."

"I just, I've been around her a lot and never seen her like that…" Kelly admitted.

Izzy softened, nodding sympathetically, “Yeah, I know.” He let them continue to follow him without comment, the group crowded around the doorway as Izzy set Stevie down gently on the new mattress in the corner of her room. Sighing contentedly, the drummer murmured unintelligibly as she rolled over to spread out on the bed like a starfish, sleepily soaking in the sun shining through the large, numerous windows. It was hard to see in the bright room, but they liked to think she looked a little less green.

Tugging her boots off and tossing them aside, Izzy nodded at the crowd, shooing them away, “Alright guys, let’s go,” he said softly, “let’s let her rest.” Begrudgingly, they all shuffled back into the living room where piles of bedding and food still sat abandoned on the floor.

“Right, so,” Kelly shook his head to clear his thoughts, “The fridge is supposed to be delivered tomorrow, so we mostly got nonperishable shit.”

"Oh chips! Yes!" Vince called out, "You guys are the best."

"Who picked out the bedding?" Axl quizzed.

"Mainly Stevie but I helped," Izzy told them, "Why, got a problem with it?"

"I mean...there's pink stuff…" the frontman grumbled.

“Check it out, there’s also some black sheets too!” Sebastian pointed out.

“Hands off!” Izzy snapped, snatching the bundle of black fabric away, “That one’s mine!”

“Ooooh, so it’s a first come, first serve situation?” Sebastian questioned.

There were a few beats of silence as they all stared at the pile in front of them. Then, chaos erupted as they all leapt forward, elbowing, wrestling, and shouting as they all fought over the different patterns, designs, and colors.

Izzy shook his head in horror, clutching his plain bedding to his chest tighter as he backed away from the madness.

Eventually, two sets of sheets remained- a soft purple one (which Slash had reluctantly relinquished when Izzy told him it was Stevie’s), and a bright pink one with little stars printed across it.

"Look what the twins get," Kelly chuckled. Just then, Tommy walked in, dragging his feet in exhaustion, with Nikki beside him, "Oh, speak of the devils!"

"What's up?" Nikki asked.

"Here's your bedding!" Mick grinned.

"No. No way." Nikki shook his head, "No."

“Sorry, dudes,” Vince snickered, “You were just too slow.”

“I hate all of you,” Tommy whined, laying down directly on the floor, “You’re the worst roommates ever.”

“Suck it up, buttercup,” Mick smirked.

As Tommy and Nikki tried to bribe different people to switch sheets with them, Kelly finally got a chance to really look around him. The house still definitely needed work, what with all the loose floorboards and peeling wallpaper and such, but the lack of dust and grime actually did make a big difference.

“This place is sprucing up pretty nice,” Duff commented, clutching his polka dot bedding protectively as he stood next to Kelly, “Give it a couple weeks and the property value will probably skyrocket,” he grinned, elbowing the other bassist teasingly.

Kelly snorted, “Yeah, yeah. It’s definitely not as bad as I thought it’d be.”

“Wow, tone down the enthusiasm there, Nickels, you’re shining brighter than Stevie.”

“Shut up.”

Chuckling, Duff made his way back to his room to set up his things. While his stuff had been moved over the day before, he hadn’t taken the time to actually put the room together. He figured now was as good a time as any to put up some posters and get shit organized.

The hours passed steadily as the room came together. Books, records, and various pig themed knick knacks filled the tall bookcases lining the walls. His new bed was shoved into a corner by the lone window in the room and piled with both the new bed sheets as well as the blankets he had brought with him, and his bass was placed carefully on its stand. Before he knew it, the sun was setting and his stomach was growling angrily.

He reluctantly headed downstairs where everyone was digging through the food. Duff grabbed an apple and started to snack on it when he looked around.

“Stevie come out yet?” He asked.

“No. I think she’s still sleeping,” Slash told him. Duff nodded and grabbed some different foods and drinks and headed up towards Stevie’s bedroom. She was pretty much laying the same way she had been when Izzy dropped her off, although now she was cuddling a blanket someone had left for her. Duff couldn’t help but smile.

As much as he hated to wake her, food and water would help her feel better just as much as the rest would. Sitting next to the mattress, he shook her shoulder gently.

“Stevie,” he whispered, chuckling when her only response was a soft grumble as she buried her face into her pillow, “Stevie, come on, wake up. I brought you some food.” The grumbling continued, and Duff shook his head fondly. Grabbing a bag of Cheetos from the pile he had brought with him, he pulled the bag open and held it open by the drummer’s face.

“Come ooooon,” he said teasingly, “I got your favorite!”

As expected, the scent of the snack had Stevie blinking awake, turning towards Duff and blindly snatching the bag from him as he laughed.

“My favorite,” She mumbled, eating the Cheetos lazily.

“You’re going to turn into Chester if you keep eating those the way you are,” He chuckled. Stevie just shrugged.

“I’m not the super fast one in this house,” She told him. Duff laughed and went to stand up. “Where are you going?”

“Back downstairs so you can eat in peace?” He shrugged. “I got you a Sprite too, and some other snacks and-”

“Can...can you stay?” Stevie asked.

The request caught Duff off guard, and he felt his heart beat just a little faster. “Are you sure?” he asked, “I don’t want to disturb your rest.”

But Stevie shook her head, “No, I…” she trailed off, “I dunno. I’m feeling better but I just… don’t want to be alone right now.” She clutched the bag of Cheetos to her chest and burrowed down into her blankets, “Never mind, it’s stupid…”

“No, no, no!” Duff practically shouted, “You’re fine, Sunshine,” he carefully laid down next to her, self-consciousness causing him to leave a few inches of space between them.

But it only took a moment for Stevie to scoot over and press herself next to the bassist, resting her head on his shoulder, “Thanks, Duff.”

“Anytime,” he smiled, putting an arm around her to pull her just a little closer. Then, after a moment, he grinned, “You are going to have to share the snacks though.”

“Mmmmm, maybe,” She laughed. “I don’t know if I should though.”

“Why not?” Duff asked.

“Oh, I dunno,” She snuggled closer to him and his heart was racing as fast as Tommy running to the liquor store. God, he wanted to just kiss her so bad, he wanted to ask her out, he wanted to tell her how he had loved her for so long but he didn’t even know how to start. He ran his fingers through her hair, trying to talk himself into doing something. Anything. Was it punk rock for his hands to be this sweaty over a crush?

“Hey Duff,” Stevie bit her lip and looked up at him, “C-can I tell you something?”

“Of course!” Duff turned to look down at her, suddenly concerned, “You know you can tell me anything.”

“I, uh, I might kinda have a crush on someone. He’s tall, with blond hair, and he’s really sweet,” She looked down, suddenly shy.

Furrowing his brows, Duff mentally listed all of their friends, trying to think of who matched that description. It took him longer than he cared to admit to finally click on what she meant, his face flushing, “Wait… really?” He was afraid to get his hopes up. Maybe she was describing someone Duff just hadn’t met before. He was sure there were lots of tall blondes in LA. Oh God, what if she had run into his brother? He might die.

“Yeah,” She admitted, “I...Duff, I like you…” She smiled a little, waiting for rejection.

Duff didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t find the words to express how light he felt hearing her say that, the weight of all his stress and longing suddenly gone in a fraction of a second. He didn’t think any words existed to explain how happy and disbelieving and relieved and overjoyed he was. How could he possibly explain it?

So he settled for kissing her instead.

Stevie froze. Was she still asleep and dreaming? She felt Duff start to pull back, so she followed him, returning the kiss. Duff wrapped his arms around her and held her close as he kissed her. They both smiled into the kiss, eyes closed as they got lost in each other.

Meanwhile, Izzy decided to check on Stevie, having not seen her since carrying her to her room. Not wanting to wake her if she was still resting, he stuck his head through the door quietly to make sure she was alright.

But what he found was her and Duff in a liplock, and he felt his heart sink.

He pulled himself back into the hallway rapidly, staring at the door between him and the two blondes. It took him a minute to make his legs work, to carry him back to his room, ignoring any attempts made by his many roommates to talk to him along the way. When he was finally safely in the confines of his own room, he sat heavily on his bed.

He shouldn’t be upset, he thought to himself. Had he really thought he had a chance with her? He was the quiet, dark, brooding one, and she was sunshine and joy. Her and Duff made more sense.

It still hurt though. He laid back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, letting his eyes drift shut.

Downstairs, Duff and Stevie slowly separated, both with smiles on their faces. Duff cupped her cheek, but he noticed that her eyes were heavy.

“Why don’t we lay down?” He suggested.

“That sounds great,” She yawned. They moved the snacks off her bed and Duff grabbed the blanket to cover them up. He wrapped his arms around Stevie, placing one last kiss on the crown of her head before they both drifted off to sleep.

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lost-in-the-80s · 4 years

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It’s You pt. 1

Pairing: Duff McKagan x (fem) reader

Words: 2,002k.

Summary: You and Duff are best friends and you help him to impress a girl. You should be happy for him, but then why do you feel sad? You couldn’t like him, could you? (fluff + angst)

A/N: 1- So, it got bigger than I expected, so I'll post the second part in the future.

2- I didn't want to use a name for the girl, just in case it was someone's name, because it would be weird lol. Therefore, we are always calling her "She".

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Part 2

It was the year of 1983, Y/N was at The Rainbow with her friends, drinking and laughing about something, when he entered the place. He had blue hair and almost didn’t pass through the door due to his height.

He looked so lost, checking booth after booth, trying to find something. He moved towards the bar, where he sat and asked for a beer.

Y/N didn’t know why, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. So she decided to go and start a conversation. Draining the rest of her beer she stood up and moved towards the open seat beside him.

“I’ve never seen you here.” He looked to the side and saw a tall girl with a kind smile on her face. “I’m Y/N, by the way!”. She extended her hand for him to shake.

“I’m Duff.” He gave her a small smile and shook her hand, wishing he had put on a nicer jacket. “Funny name.” She said while asking for another beer.

“So, where are you from?” She drank from the bottle and his eyes moved to her lips. He looked to her eyes and realized she was staring at him, waiting for his answer.

He cleared his throat. “Seattle”

“Cool, I’m from Sitka.” He looked at her as if he was trying to think where the hell that city was. “It’s in Alaska.” She stated and saw his eyes light up a little with realization.

“So… What brings a Seattle boy to California?” He looked into her eyes and said firmly “I’m going to be in a band!” From hearing that Y/N had no doubt, he would be. The way he said it as if it was the only thing he was sure in his life, made her even more curious about him.

“What about you? California doesn't seem like something Alaskan people are into.” She laughed slightly and he thought that was a heavenly sound. “I got tired of nothing happening in my life. Wanted some change. So one day I decided I would come here.”

“What do you do here?” He asked after he drank from his beer. “I'm a photographer!” He raised his brows. “Maybe when you find a band I can take the pictures for you!”

He smiled at her. She was the first person to be nice to him in that town. Ever since he arrived the only human contacts he had were with the grumpy lady from the hotel he was staying at, and a man who he bumped into, on his way to the bar.

“When did you get here? You still look kinda lost.” Duff looked at her and asked for another beer before answering. “Yesterday. I’m staying in a hotel down the street until I find somewhere to stay.”

“If I were you, I wouldn’t stay there. A friend of mine stayed and got one of his bags stolen. Nobody really checks to see if the rooms are safe and shit.”

This made Duff worried. He had all his guitars there. “Where do you think I could stay?”

“There is a nice place near the beach, but it’s kind of expensive.” He frowned worriedly.

“I haven’t got a job yet, can’t stay in somewhere that costs too much.”

She finished her beer and thought for a while. “You know what? Fuck it. You can stay at my place for a while.”

“Re-really?” She got him surprised, that’s for sure. She nodded her head and giggled at his expression. “But you don’t even know me.” He said.

“Yeah, but I know how it is to be new in somewhere you don’t know anyone.” She paused for a while. “Plus, you’re a nice guy. I can see it in your eyes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck yeah, Duff!” He laughed at her exasperation.

She stood up and took a ten-dollar bill out of her jeans pocket putting it on the counter. “Come on, let’s take your stuff from that place before it’s too late.”

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Now it was 1986. They became best friends after that night. Duff stayed at Y/N’s place for about two weeks until he found someone to share an apartment with. She helped him find a job and went with him on his first rehearsal with Road Crew.

She saw Road Crew slowly fade as Duff was invited to this new band Guns n Roses. She saw how in doubt he was about leaving a punk band to be in a rock one. She also saw how happy he was after his first gig with them and from that day on, she knew they would make it big.

She was always there, helping them with everything and being their number one fan.

It was a strangely cold night in March, she was at the hell house with the boys, watching a horror movie and eating pizza. That’s when Duff entered the house. He slammed the front door shut and went straight to his room. Something had happened.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N followed him, closing his door behind her. He was walking from one wall to another while mumbling something. “What’s going on Duff?”

He looked at her for a while before he started to speak. “She said I’m nobody!” Y/N frowned. “Said my band is nothing.” He was so exasperated. “Said that I can call her when we are famous” He ran his hands through his hair.

Y/N knew who he was talking about. She was a secretary Duff met a couple of weeks ago at The Rainbow. He was head over hills for her since day one. Always trying to impress her, but she always dismissed him.

“Fucking bitch.” Y/N said. “Fuck her, you deserve better than someone who cares for this crap.”

He rolled his eyes. He didn’t like it when Y/N talked like that about her. He knew she never really liked her, always saying that she wasn’t nice or that she didn’t like her personality, but still, he liked her.

It was true, Y/N didn’t like her at all. But it was because she was a bitch. Y/N didn’t like calling someone that, but it was true. Every time Duff was around, she would ask him if she was beautiful, touch his arm suggestively or call him “Duffy” and then, when he tried to start some sort of conversation, she would completely ignore him or answer in the rudest way. Y/N hated that because she knew how bad Duff got every time it happened.

“I’ll make it big Y/N! I’ll prove to her that I am somebody. And then we will finally be together!” Y/N rolled her eyes. “You never listen to me do you?” She said, exiting the bedroom and closing the door once again.

Two weeks passed after that, and on March 26, Guns signed with Geffen Records. That was it. That contract said they were serious and said they were starting to make it big.

She went out with the boys that night to celebrate, drinking until late. Around 3 am she helped Izzy and Axl drag the other three back to their house. She was so wasted that she ended up passing out on the couch.

The next morning she woke up to someone talking excitedly. She looked to her side and saw Duff on the phone. “Probably telling his mom.” she thought to herself. Closing her eyes she decided to sleep a bit more.

Before she could sleep again, she felt someone shaking her. “Y/N! Wake up!” It was Duff.

“What?” She said. Her voice raspy due to her sleepiness. “I called Jane and…” Before he could finish she interjected. “Who the fuck is Jane?”

“Her friend, the one with black hair.” Y/N thought for a while. “The nice one?”

“Yeah Y/N, the nice one. Continuing… I told her we got the label and said I wanted to make her a surprise, and Jane said they are going to the amusement park tomorrow, so I guess I’m going too.” He laughed a little.

Y/N didn’t say anything, because she had nothing nice to say. She just wanted to roll her eyes and say that he was being stupid, but decided to remain silent.

“Can you paint my hair today? I want to look nice.” He was smiling like a child. “Fine, but only if you let me sleep.” He nodded fastly and left the living room.

She didn’t know why, but she felt a tightness in her heart. She thought about Duff and her together and she started to feel a certain sadness fill her chest. She sighed and covered her head with a pillow, hoping that she could sleep soon, so she wouldn’t have to think about that anymore.

The afternoon arrived and she was awakened by Slash, who slightly touched her shoulder, telling her they had made lunch. She got up stretching her body and moving towards the kitchen.

After lunch, she went to the drug store with Duff. They bought all the necessary products to bleach his hair and she had to hear him talking about her the whole way. She wanted so bad to throw the plastic bag with the products on his head and tell him to shut up, but decided against it.

Back at the house, duff grabbed a chair and sat in front of the bathroom mirror with a bag of Doritos in his lap, while Y/N worked on his hair.

All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix started playing on the small radio they took along. Y/N lightened a cigarette taking a drag from it while dancing. She loved Hendrix.

She moved with every guitar note she listened, and Duff could do nothing but to watch her from the mirror, almost as if she had hypnotized him. She was the coolest girl he knew, with so much attitude and sweetness at the same time, he didn’t even know why, but she fascinated him in every single way.

He laughed as she stopped moving and started to pretend she was playing guitar. She was horrible at playing, Slash, Izzy and even him had tried teaching her, but she always got frustrated after a few minutes and damned that to hell. The music came to an end, and she started to focus on Duff’s hair again.

After a good 1 hour, Duff's hair was done. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror and high fived Y/N, thanking her. They exited the bathroom and went to the backyard, where the boys were.

Duff grabbed a beer and sat beside Axl and Izzy on the bench while Y/N moved to the grass area and started playing with Izzy’s dog.

“Feeling ready to impress her now?” Axl asked. “Fuck yeah!”

“I still think you’re making a mistake by going after her.” Axl said and Duff frowned. “If she didn’t want to be with you while you were growing, she doesn’t deserve to be with you now.”

“Cut it, man, you don’t know her” He replied while drinking from his beer. “And do you?” It was Izzy. Duff rolled his eyes and watched Y/N. She giggled while playing with the dog’s ears.

"You know… I always thought you and Y/N would end up together" Axl said.

"Why?"

"I don't know man, but there is a strong connection between the two of you." Hearing that Duff looked back to Y/N, he saw she was now fake fighting with Slash and a small smile appeared on his lips.

"Plus, friends don't look at each other like that!"

"What do you mean?" Duff frowned.

"Like, the way you look at each other, is as if you loved each other."

"Just like you were looking at her now." Izzy added.

Duff didn't say anything, he drank from his beer and started to think. Could he love Y/N in a way that friends shouldn't love each other?

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 3 years

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Let Me Make Some Things Clear About My Talk About Pepe Le Pew

in case there was any form of misunderstandings, let me make this very clear as best as I can...

first of all if by some miracle Pepe does get uncancelled and rebooted,

maybe making him have a father who is from the USA, and his mother was from France, and Pepe picked up his accent from his mother and learned how to speak both English and French from both his parents.

but no matter where Pepe would suppose to be from, it doesn’t matter.

no matter where a person is from, they can either be good, bad or neutral.

yeah I get that there are some misunderstandings that involve Pepe, as well as Speedy.

both deserve to not be the target of humans who believe them to be 100% bad.

plus I really think those who didn’t think there was any true change in the characters like Speedy and Pepe, should at least check out the Looney Tunes Show from a few years back,

that is the same show that introduced Daffy’s love interest Tina.

plus there is that other new cartoon that is on boomerang,

that has Pepe in it, and he seems to be wearing a suit and flirts with that fox lady.

let’s say that Pepe was never portrayed as someone who was from france,

but instead was a skunk name Peter, and he was made to be a flirty guy acting the same as he was in his older cartoons, and he acted this way all over the USA, and none of which took place in Paris.

and then years later in the year we live now, those who live in America

start to call Peter The Skunk (who in alternate timeline was created by a man who was from Paris.) a insult to Americans and call it a “R” word culture.

but not all people would feel that way, at least I don’t believe that all people around the world and who live in different places in the said world would view Pepe or that metaphorical Peter The Skunk.

yeah it seems that it turns out that not only Pepe’s aggressive flirting is the problem, but it doesn’t matter where someone is from, they can be that way and it wouldn’t have to do with where they are from.

I didn’t want anyone to misunderstand my words from the other day,

so I wanted to sign back in to try to clear up somethings as best as I can.

Pepe could go from his aggressive advances to a friendly flirting and takes a No when given it once or twice, but could do a friendly wink or blow a kiss, but no longer do the aggressive flirting that comes off as what most humans do in real life.

Pepe and Johnny Bravo might be many things, but they wouldn’t do the disgusting filth some humans would do.

I want Pepe, Speedy and Johnny to be saved from the humans who want to hurt them, I have a dislike for humans, but at the same time I still like the good side of humans....but what humans are doing to Pepe and Speedy (and might go after Johnny Bravo too.)

is added to my dislike of humans, even if I am still human myself,

I am still disgusted by what is happening to Pepe and even Speedy,

who could be given the chance to be less misunderstood,

if rebooted and keep some of their personalities but at the same time

add something to their personalities too.

like Pepe understanding aggressive advances to the gals he becomes smitten with, will come off as uncomfortable and if he isn’t careful, some people,

like the humans in real life, will mistake his only wanting to kiss and cuddle,

as something more dangerous.

and yeah I have a mix heritage, but my heritage wouldn’t have to do with my being a bit weird or my sensitivity or whatever the other parts of myself.

I am still not happy about what I went through a few days ago, which I guess has been a week now, and it makes me wish those who worked on the updates, did a test on a test type computer, before sending it out to everyone.

Pepe is a bit of gal crazy, but no matter where he was suppose to come from, which was thought up in his creation or development...

he would still be that way, even if he wasn’t “Pepe Le Pew”

and went by a different name and lived in Brooklyn.

plus Fifi chases boys too, and Amy Rose was known to chase after Sonic.

so tell me this, what makes it so different...?

sure Amy in Sonic Boom was shown to have mature and doesn’t chase Sonic the same way as she did before, but she may still hold feelings of love for Sonic.

I can only hope that Fifi will still be in the reboot of Tiny Toons, and I do not want humans to ruin it for me and other humans.

Elmyra Duff should at least be given a chance, and get in the reboot too.

if it wasn’t for the good parts of humans, like friends and family....and other people in this world that live all over the world, that give some hope for humanity...

I believe that if it wasn’t for that, I would 100% hate humanity and be full misanthrope, and if Ainz Ooal Gown was real and wanted to take over the world, well I might just side with the Overlord skeleton and the rest of nazarick.

even if I am suppose to be a Earth Angel, which my pendulum gave a Yes to,

and is one of the times I don’t think it is playing a prank on me.

but no matter if I was that or not, one can have a dark side that we all try to suppress, and it being from how the world is around us.

like having a dad that ups and left before ya were born,

or have suppress memories that you don’t remember until years later,

and when you try to tell your family about it, they don’t believe that your older cousin would do such a thing, and it makes you question if it was real and if it really did happen or if it was just a warning dream that you had when you were just a little girl, and yet even when you tried to talk to your family about that sicko, at some point, a few years later, you find out that.....older cousin you tried to tell your family about, had did something really bad to someone, that they “hurt” someone....

my remembering might of been for the reason, and if I was listen to, maybe it wouldn’t of happen....at least they are locked up.

I still love my family, but I don’t care much for the one that is still family but

I knew deep down was a monster, I just didn’t know how far it was.

I think it is possible what happen when I was little was a warning dream,

warning me to stay away from them, but at the same time I can’t help but wonder if it really did happen.

I mean before I heard about the Slenderman, I remembered I had this one dream once that had a faceless man in it, and the dream was in the woods

and it had a basket ball court, and I know that I felt hands on my shoulders and me being turned around to face what appeared to be a faceless man.

and I’m pretty sure I woke up scared after that, I guess I am questioning more about if Slenderman existed way before he ended up in the Slender Games.

I guess I want to keep to the whole him being fictional, but at the same time agree with the possibility that he could be real.

so I guess I can admit I’m in between.

and yeah I’m still not happy about what happen some week ago,

I am doing okay so far, so long as I don’t think too much about it I guess.

but I still think humans should at least try a different way to change Speedy and Pepe, and instead of try to cancel them.

still should try to watch the Looney Tunes Show that came on a few years ago,

that has Lola being different from her Space Jam self, and even has Tina in it,

which Tina should show up in other Looney Tunes Shows as well,

not just that one.

also I wanted to wait to say this, but I think I did get permission to go live with the Divine Mother and her handmaidens/Lucifer’s Daughters, well you know like a someday thing.

I asked for the sign for Yes be that it rained, which I think it was March 25th when I asked for that sign.

even if some might take it as a coincidence, I’m taking it as a Yes and Permission, which is good, because even if I did end up going to Heaven,

I would still try to find that edge and jump off of it by my own free will,

even if I am not a big fan of heights, I could just close my eyes...

I did use that whole jumping off of heaven idea on a fan fic.

and well I asked permission through prayer, plus there was a bit more to that prayer too, but ya don’t need to know all of it currently.

plus I am starting to believe that the True Year is 3021, and what we know as “2021″ is some form of a fake year or like a “Neo-Year” that humans from long ago made so to possibly hide some secret.

I mean for all we know, my pendulum could of been truthful about the whole Non-Humans in the video game of Mass Effect, being Real In Real Life.

well my pendulum does pull pranks...

and I still wish to go back in time to March 11 before the incident of the stupid update so I can stop myself from pressing that stupid update again, and I am still gonna hope for that to happen.

well maybe me not really going back in time, more like hoping for some changes during that time to happen, and I don’t want to give up in that happening.

anyway back to the whole Pepe, he could be changed to be less aggressive flirt so he doesn’t get misinterpreted as the type

that most humans are known to be.

he could be changed to be a friendly flirt, and who does take no for answer, but could just do friendly flirting without doing the past actions he is known for.

Speedy Gonzales could have a change as well, but could make it so that his character is no longer misinterpreted either.

and yeah Johnny Bravo, if he ever gets a reboot, he could be a bit flirting still, but not be as aggressive either.

but at least Johnny and Pepe aren’t the type that would “hurt” women in the way some humans do in real life, and that what makes them worth saving.

plus it isn’t like it is just the male characters that do that whole chasing and aggressive flirting too, Fifi La Fume and Amy Rose were that way too.

and I want those two girls to be protected from humans who would try to do the same thing to them as what they are trying to do to Speedy and Pepe.

I hope some of you understand my feelings, sure even if there are still good people in the world, some do insensitive things and will at times cross the line.

plus it really doesn’t matter where a person is from, how they act and what they do, can be from who they are by their very soul, and sometimes when ya get reborn, you might not end up being reborn in the same country or speak the same language that you did in one of your past lives.

some might not fully get what I’m trying to say or go with this.

anyone can be a good or bad person, or even a neutral,

it wouldn’t necessary have to do with them being like from well,

from either America or even any other place.

ya don’t place blame on toon, just being human, and acting out on his own personality and even having the said Pepe become scared when the girl ends up chasing him instead.

which has happen in one of those old cartoons.

do any humans even try to think that no matter where Pepe could come from,

he could still end up being flirty, but could still have room to grow as a character and become just friendly flirting and no longer be aggressive flirty?

both Pepe, Speedy and Johnny and any characters like them, deserve the chance to grow as characters and to be given a fair chance and to prove they aren’t like the monster men and women that are in real life.

I am still counting the women, because it isn’t just the men that do that disgusting stuff that I don’t want to say what it is.

I’m going to keep hoping that things get better and Pepe ends up back in Space Jam 2, and if Speedy is going through the same thing, then I hope Speedy will still be in Space Jam 2 as well.

I’m just gonna try to hope for the best for those characters,

and humans start to see the truth.

I’m listening to Lily Allen’s song F**k You.

after I finish listening to it, I will go and play a video game.

I want to try to keep my mind off of what happen a week ago,

as well as the fact some stuff I had saved before might be lost and possibly on the the abomination dark web, which I still hope that my and everyone else’s stuff returns to where they were before that stupid incident.

another way to try to keep my mind off of that day that really upset me,

is that whole taking a nice nap, to sleep it away and try to not let it enter my mind.

I’m also going to hope that my pendulum is just pulling a prank

and just reading on my worries/fears and using it to prank me,

and no one truly wished for me to have such a experience a week ago.

cause if it turn out to be true, then I will be really mad and would want to try to have a lot of time to myself to try to do the things I like to calm me down.

well and try to do mediation or like sleep it off.

and try to hope that some events from that week will have a timeline change,

and it will give me hope that everything I had saved before, will return.

especially the cute baby kitten pictures I had taken of my second cat.

and if someone truly did wish for me to lose the new work or even the stuff I had saved on to the computer, well let’s hope that it isn’t true and my pendulum is just pulling a prank on me.

but if it turn out to be true, then the one who hoped such bad luck would happen to me, could get a itchy feeling on a part of their body for the whole day and even to the next day.

but since that can’t possibly be true, and my pendulum could be pulling one of it’s pranks, I will try to think of it as bad luck on my part and I shouldn’t of trusted that update.

I want to believe that Pepe and Speedy will be saved from the humans that wish to hurt them, and they will get rebooted for their own sake because of the misunderstandings that they unintentionally bring about.

even if some of my stuff still ended up still being on the computer,

the much newer stuff was well ya know....

and I truly treasured them, even the pictures of my cute second cat,

which I regret not posting or even saving on a flash drive.

like most of my other stuff, that I don’t want to believe I might never see again.

I want my stuff back, and I can’t stand that they aren’t back.

I want to try to believe that by some miracle they will return.

and who ever came up with that stupid update from the start,

should at least not make it so that they don’t make it seem not very trust worthy, and it could be misinterpreted, I still regret pressing that stupid update again.

I hate the humans that didn’t try to keep that stupid update from coming out,

if that never happen I wouldn’t of let such mistakes happen trying to get my stuff back....like the new drawings, the stuff I wrote and saved on the computer, even the pictures, like one of them being of my second cat.

it would mean the world to me that everything returned how it was before.

but no matter how much I keep wishing for it, it doesn’t seem it will happen right away....and I don’t want to believe it will not happen at all.

that dark thought of it, I want to try to detract my mind from.

about a hour or so ago, I was watching the crossover

that has to do with Shadow and Rouge ending up in Equestria Girls

and Shadow ending up becoming boyfriend and girlfriend with Rainbow Dash,

it is still interesting, and if I had to do a ship that has to do with that crossover.

I would ship Sunset Shimmer with Scourge, as much as I like Fiona and can understand why she went with Scourge, because of how her so called former team of freedom fighters were, and still believe she could never change.

but Fiona and Scourge’s relationship in canon, could be seen as toxic,

even if there could be some form of attraction between the two, they might not truly be together because they are in love with each other, and their feelings might be only attraction of going for someone that was their type of “hot”

in a fanon crossover, Scourge and Sunset might end up in a non-toxic relationship and show a more positive relationship.

Sunset getting through to Scourge, and making him open up a bit more about his feelings, and how he became who he is in the first place.

I’m not sure if Sunset will ever appear in that crossover of Shadow Meets Equestria Girls.

even if some villains do deserve what came to them.

I don’t believe that Bradford Buzzard, Cozy Glow, Tirek, Chrysalis,

Hekapoo, Omnitraxus Prime, Rhombulus or even Chara from Undertale,

deserve to be made scapegoats.

Bradford still had some good in him, and if he became a Monster,

it was because of how people kept misinterpreting and hurting him emotionally.

because of his childhood, it is possible he suffers from PTS.

even if Hekapoo, Omnitraxus and Rhombulus had some form of Anti-Monster feelings, there could of been a story behind it, and they could of all changed their minds about it, not just Hekapoo who turned out was seeing a monster, by the name of Quirky, who ended up being killed all thanks to Moon.

because of Moon’s actions and using Rhombulus, Star and Rhombulus’s friendship was broken, and if Star had figured out it wasn’t Rhombuls who was the mastermind but her own mother, maybe she could of kept her Mother from crossing the line of misusing the magic, and keep magic from being the scapegoat.

some fans can clearly see that what Discord did was wrong, even if he was reformed by the kindness and love of Fluttershy, without the misuse of the elements of harmony.

he still ended up having his plans backfire on him, but at the same time he ended up having those three has his scapegoat.

Chara is only truly seen in the Genocide Route of Undertale,

but they never truly say that the Player or Frisk, has to kill any monster in the underground.

that is the players misinterpretation.

Chara is Not Evil in the canon, that is what I and other fans have come to realize and believe, and I am sticking to that belief.

in the Fanon, yeah I will believe that some versions of Chara are evil in some timelines and AU. but in the canon, no they are not.

we know that Kris (in fanon it could be short for Kristopher or Kristine.)

is suppose to be mix of Frisk and Chara.

from what fans can see of Kris’s room, or their shared room with their older brother....it is possible that Kris has some form of neglect, and doesn’t fix up their room to be as great looking as their brother’s side of the room.

plus Kris might have some form of lack of confidence

because of how much everyone praises Asriel, and hardly do so with them.

perhaps when Asriel does appear in Deltarune, maybe in Chapter 2.

we can learn more about what their brother/sibling relationship is like.

I am gonna hope that my theory about Asriel being a mean big brother and him using to beat up on Kris, and that is one of the reasons they hid under Noelle’s bed, like Kris hiding under that bed could of been to hide from Asriel.

but when their parents separated, Asriel could of changed and started to be a better big brother to Kris, but even if Kris did start to feel more safe and love Asriel, the hurt feelings could still be deep down in Kris’s heart.

like their feelings for Asriel, could still be sibling love, but could also be hate

because of how they were treated, and how Asriel would seem to get special treatment by everyone.

at least Kris has Susie, and possibly Noelle, and even Lancer and Ralsei.

and maybe even Sans’s little brother, not sure it will be Papyrus.

but we will have to wait to see who Sans’s little brother in Deltarune is.

I am gonna try to hope that some of the theories of Kris are non-canon.

but we will have to wait and see what happens in the next chapter of Deltarune.

I’m gonna try not to think too much about what happen this month....

I want to try to keep hoping and wishing everything returns back on how it was before, that some form of timeline change will happen that has to do with this year’s March.

yeah some of the stuff before and after that hurtful incident, can still be around.

all but the mistake of how to fix that problem that happen....

I want to try not to let it get to me too much, or the stuff that is happening with Pepe, Speedy and or if possible Johnny Bravo if he really truly will be next.

and if I have to make another thing clear,

it is this, I hate Toxic-Feminism, it is good to try to fight for rights for gals,

but I just don’t like the toxic side of it.

I know it is possible that one of the reasons for my semi-misanthrope,

also has to do with some jerks who thought what they were doing was for laughs and fun, and couldn’t see how much it was hurting me.

there can be different reasons for different people, to form a semi-misanthrope or full misanthrope and maybe only like the company of animals.

I know I love my cat, and if Slenderman ever tried to hurt my baby....

well if he were real that is, I would show him the real meaning of heck.

I can be protective...plus I think it is best for me to try to do some relaxing me time to try to get the mad or sad out, like either watch a movie or read, play video games or maybe try to lay down in bed and try to relax that way too.

after I do post this up, I’m going to just go back to playing video games.

and try not to think about the stuff that makes me not happy.

one of them being what happen some days ago this month,

that I still wish that timeline will hurry up and change and give me my missing stuff back.

as well as what some humans are doing that is added to my list....

I just need to try to look forward to upcoming fan series of Zim,

like Irken Outcast next episode, though I haven’t seen anything new yet, but things things take time.

and I’m waiting for the Invader Zim A Very Tall Problem.

I’m just guessing, but I think Purple and Gaz might form the friendship type ship.

not all ships are romantic, some are platonic type of love that of course will at times be like romantic but not like the type that will always have the kissing or other type of romance in it.

but I think Purple and Gaz’s future current relationship, might be the forming bond of friendship.

we can’t keep thinking that a ship will be the “romance” type that will have someone say “I ship it.”

if it is a ship that isn’t that, and those in it is like a family found, or buddies or sibling type love.

then it should be “I Fam It” or “I Bud It” or “I Sib It”

if it is just two or more guys who are just friends and aren’t in that romance type of ship.

it should be “I Bro It”, I just feel that the other side of ships need more love,

and one shouldn’t assume that the romance shipping is all there is.

which I think many know this already.

I might sign back on later, or maybe tomorrow or whenever I can.

I still don’t like Pepe or Speedy or even the possibility of Johnny Bravo,

being misinterpreted.

but if rebooting and revamping Pepe and Speedy saves them from the humans that wish to do them harm, because of how they are viewed, well it might be best to reboot/revamp them for their own safety.

Pepe going from his original type of flirting to a friendly flirt that takes a No,

but will still do a passive flirt from time to time, might be the best for his character if it keeps him from being misjudged.

I still think if Pepe had a alternate version of himself, who was given the name Peter and he was created by someone who made him be a flirty American skunk.

but his creation didn’t originate from America, the shoe might end up on the other foot. but it wouldn’t mean that everyone would agree that Peter or even Pepe were bad, just that they get misinterpreted as certain men and women in real life.

yes being a aggressive is bad, which to save Pepe, that will need to change to a friendly passive type flirt, so people will stop calling him the “R” word.

in other words the two types of it....

and like I said before, in one of the older cartoons, when the female ends up chasing Pepe, Pepe is the one who ends up scared and starts to run.

I can only try to hope that everything works out, I’m just gonna try to relax for the rest of the day.

also when you are waiting for a new episode or movie to finally come out,

it is best to be patient, and try to understand these things take time.

either if it’s canon or fan-canon.

at least I had favorite/hearted some stuff on here today on March 28, 2021.

or as it might be 3021.

I could count it being both, even if it might turn out that the true year is 3021.

I still see it as 2021 as well.

I still don’t like misunderstandings where it crosses the line,

I mean some misunderstandings can be okay, because it can be worked out.

but even if Pepe had a different origin, he could still end up being mistreated and viewed by those who believe him to be a monster.

the sooner Warner Bros reboot/revamp him and Speedy, the better.

I just really don’t like whats going on, and I’m going to hope everything gets better soon.

anyway it really doesn’t matter if Pepe was French or not,

I think he would be that way if he did end up being given a different backstory,

and if he was given a different backstory, and was made like how most people view people where I live at....

then some might still share that view but not many.

I want to believe that not everyone sees Pepe like that, and can see that just because he took the wrong way of flirting in his past, he can grow and go from a aggressive flirt to a friendly flirt.

plus ya can’t blame everything on Pepe, even before he was born/created,

and before cartoons and movies, there was sickos in the ancient times who had hurt women.

so yeah Pepe can’t truly be blamed for what happen before he was born/created.

like I said before, I’m gonna try to take my mind off the stuff that has started to bother me this month....and hope some of it will be fixed soon.

when I do update on here again, I might talk about my favorite ships.

like Professor Membrane x Utonium.

I think I am back on the fence with Dexter x Blossom.

yes re-reading the Powerpuff Girls D crossover comic series,

did make me start to love the ship again.

but who knows if that ship will last in the canon of the comic.

Blossom might just get her heart broken, Dexter clearly might have true feelings for the other girl.

also when it comes to the Grim Tales From Down Below Comic Series,

I can’t help but have the weird theory that Minimandy might really be Adult/Future-Bubbles’s daughter.

and Chi might be a fragment from Adult/Future-Blossom’s soul,

and Aku mixed some of his own essence onto the fragment, making Chi be born as the daughter of Aku, but still being technically Blossom’s daughter as well....

another theory I have is that Adult/Future-Buttercup is Chi’s Mother.

well not all fan theories have to be correct.

anyway I really should go now, I still want to play a little bit of video games.

and maybe do some reading later, but not before watching some shows or movies I like first.

I’m gonna try to hope things get back to how they were before that mess about a week ago....and try to make sure to keep my mind off of it, and not let it get to me too much like had been during the first days.

but it doesn’t mean I wont try to hope it will change....

I do not want to go through a third depression, so gonna try to look on bright side and hope that it NEVER comes to that.

so yeah, see ya later, stay safe, and if you do a Geno-Run in Undertale,

don’t blame Chara, and remember reality is illusion, Gaster implants the ideas of the games inside the mind of it’s human creator, Steven Quartz Universe’s name spells out “Sans” if you take out the “S” from Steven, the “A” from Quartz, and the “N” and “S” from Universe.

Underswap Sans, Gir from Invader Zim and Sonata Dusk from MLPFim/Equestria Girls, are the Taco Buddy Squad.

cause you know, all three of them apparently love tacos.

of course there are different versions of the original tacos.

but would be a dream come true, would be the taco pizza...

where you have pizza, but then you put some taco seasoning in it.

it wouldn’t really be a taco, but homemade pizza that is made like that is the best....well I think it is, but not everyone has to agree with me on that.

Bill Cipher Could Be Starco Child, made from their love and from the leftover magic......or not.

I’m weird and that could be non-canon.

but seriously do not misunderstand my talk about Pepe or any other character, like in my last post before this one.

I am just trying to say that no matter what Pepe’s origin,

he could still be that way but can grow as a character later on and go from the aggressive flirt to a friendly flirt that learns to take a no before his actions cause a misunderstanding.

also I can’t help but view Rarity from MLPFIM,

being part of the Pie family, like her real name being Rhinestone Pie

and her nickname is just “Rarity” and her “Mom” isn’t her real mom

and her real mother being Pinkie, Limestone, Maud and Marble’s Mother. (Cloudy Quartz Pie’s Mother could of been a Unicorn.)

Sweetie Belle could still be biologically Rhinestone “Rarity” Pie’s sister.

but her real name could be rock or gem based.

Bon-Bon’s real name was Sweetie Drops.

so Sweetie Belle and Rarity really being part of the Pie Family,

is my theory and fan head-canon, but it is fine that not many agree about it.

Crystal Pie could be seen as a possible birth name of Sweetie Belle.

I mean if that theory were true, but not all theories have to be true.

anyway I’m just gonna go now, I can talk more about the theory about Rarity and her sister truly being part of the Pie Family another time.

so yeah, once again see ya later and hope that no one misunderstood what I was trying to point out about Pepe, and I hope both he, Speedy and even Johnny Bravo if he ends up next....

get saved and if rebooting/revamping them keeps them from being misunderstood, then I really hope it helps.

#speedy gonzales #pepe le pew #johnny bravo #humans suck #good and bad human #looney tunes #reboot #revamp

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So......I saw a bunch of reblogs of Jenna Coleman in period clothing on my dash & immediately thought @fictionxlover is at it again but then I looked properly at the post & was shocked it’s you lmao

Lol. I feel like I should explain.

So I recently got a month’s free trial of Britbox over here, and while the catalogue is lacking the stuff I wanted to watch (that’s on US Britbox), I got it regardless to watch some stuff on it and it recommended me ITV’s 2012 miniseries of Titanic, which I haven’t watched since it originally aired back in 2012.

Now all I ever really remembered from the series apart from the Titanic sinking becuase its the Titanic, was that the miniseries had a high budget, high production, Julian Fellowes of Downton Abbey fame and high expectations which it didn’t live up to ratings and critically wise. But also all I ever remembered all these years was Jenna and Glen’s storyline as Annie and Paolo.

Like this was back when Jenna was Jenna-Louise Coleman and the only thing I had seen her in was her short stint as a student in Waterloo Road, I think that was in 2009? 2010?

So anyway, for the nostalgia for Annie and Paolo and how much I loved them in a short time, and also cause I watched a Laurence Fishburne documentary about the behind the scenes of the Titanic (which made me mad at people).

And I decided that when I was gonna watch this I wasn’t gonna get attached because I know what happens to Annie and Paolo (especially Paolo) and I’m like, I’m older now. I’m not gonna cry.

Wrong!

So 14 year old me only cried once, and that was when Spoiler! A lifeboat picks up Paolo and by the time it goes back to the other lifeboats where Annie is, she realises he’s dead and is like “We we’re gonna get married. I hope he knew that. I hope he knew I loved him”.

2021 me was getting chills in episodes 1 and 2, emotional in episode 3, which had most of the Annie/Paolo scenes so it was just the knowledge. And episode 4, I was a wreck. And this time I was crying over different storylines.

So three times I broke down in the episode.

1) When The Irish dad from Steerage manages to find his little girl (she jumped off a lifeboat onto the ship and left her mother and siblings because she’s afraid of the water and the lifeboat splitting) and he tries to open the gate to go up the stairs because he found her by a stairwell, but he can’t. So he’s like here’s what we are going to do. We are gonna sit here and hug and she’s like what about the water, and he’s like don’t worry about the water.

It was just that moment he realised that he can’t get his daughter out. Cause with him being a man, he probably thought there was a good chance he wouldn’t make it but wanted to make sure his fam did. But the realisation his daughter can’t be saved...I mean I don’t know why he couldn’t get out the way he came from but it was still sad.

2) Barnes/Watson. So they are the servants of a first class family. And Barnes has this affection for Watson, it’s like a playground pull her pigtails kind of affection. And it’s how made sure to find her and save her then gave her and letter of his appreciation. And we don’t see his body, the last we see of him is when the Titanic starts sinking and a lot we’re trying to hold on the collapsible that they wasn’t about to turn in time. But we never see him again but we get Watson reading his letter on the lifeboat where it’s revealed to contain his Will which had been witnessed by two passengers and he’s pretty much given everything to her (not much) and that there’s a small cottage for her father to live in and all he asks is that she thinks of him sometimes.

3) Then as you can guess, anytime Paolo appears and then when Annie finds Paolo and it’s too late. Also his brother Mario survives and I loved the brief relationship we see of the Sandrini brothers but Mario didn’t have a subplot, not like Paolo.

I would watch a spin-off around Annie and Paolo where a Londoner and Italian immigrate to America in the early 20th century, trying to make it big and start a new life. They were both such innocent characters, Paolo with his big dreams, wanting a better life while Annie doesn’t have dreams and is content with what she has and makes the best of a situation.

The miniseries as a whole, isn’t the best telling of the Titanic. There are too many characters and subplots going on and it’s all brief. Plus because it’s a Fellowes piece you have Class issue. Like the problem was the First Class stuff was the weakest stuff and that opened the series. The lowest class stuff (The workers, officers, the Irish family and servants of first class) was more interesting.

Also it was how Fellowes decided to tell the story. So the first three episodes tell the same days (From boarding the ship to hitting the iceberg) but from different perspectives, so the first episode focuses on the First class, the second episode is more Second Class (and a bit of steerage) then the third episode is more Steerage.

So because of this method of storytelling to try and be fresh, it kind of doesn’t work because everything is rushed. Because everyone only gets one episode with significant develop and it takes across 4-5 days and it just feels rushed whereas it could have been paced more across the 4 episodes. Like I would have liked more Annie/Paolo. And they don’t feel rushed even though they meet and Paolo proposes cause you feel like he’s an innocent, naive character, like he feels like he knows she is right for him and doesn’t want to waste time. Then Barnes/Watson they have that backstory and is more what’s between the lines with them. But then you have this romance storyline between the fictional Georgiana and the real life Harry Widener and it falls flat and feels rushed as they are sharing love declarations so quickly. While the subplot with the Steerage Irish wife being so cold to this man in Steerage then later on it’s revealed that it’s because she and him have an attraction and feelings and kiss, it feels very left field and I felt zero chemistry. Plus he turns out to be a cop killer on Wanted posters.

Like for that kind of storytelling with only 4 episodes, there are too many characters to follow. Like it would have probably been better to tell the story with every episode covering a day on the Titanic.

I will say this it did feel a bit more real rewatching that I do watching the James Cameron film in recent times. Cause the 1997 film is kinda lost in the epic romance of Jack and Kate and a lot of fictional characters. But the miniseries, I think the romance and drama is more subdued, the only one that felt a bit off for me was the serial killer and wife of an Irish fam falling in love/being attracted to each other. Like the scenes were they try to get passengers off the titanic and the political power plays, the mistakes made by the Titanic crew in dealing with the disaster as well as preparing for its maiden voyage, and the moment the ship starts to go down the water starts hitting the deck, it felt a bit more realistic and less spectacle than the Cameron film.

And I haven’t rewatched Titanic the film recently but I liked how they addressed the actions of some of the real life people like Ismay jumping on a lifeboat last minute to save himself. Molly Brown and the women taking charge of a lifeboat and turning back for more survivors, Lightoller getting passengers on the boat and trying to get women and children first, and also the mistakes made with the first boat not being full. Him being afraid boats might split. Then when the ship sank the men holding on and climbing on top the overturned collapsible. Jack Thayer and this other guy agreeing to jump and swim to a boat as soon as it starts to sink. And then the Duff-Gordon’s (I believe that’s there name) deciding not to go back to look for more survivors and bribing the sailor and all the people on their half-empty lifeboat with £5 each if they don’t go back. The only one I wasn’t big on was Harry Widener’s rushed romance with a fictional character.

Anyway I’ve gone off. I mentioned to Autymn that I started rewatching it and I think she’s never seen it or heard of it despite claiming to be a period hoe and a Jenna stan. I think after episode 2 I was telling her a bit more about my nostalgia for Annie and Paolo or Desdrini as I’m coining it now (It’s either that or Pannie or Sandmond), and how I know it’s not gonna end well. Then by episode 3 I was recapping why was going on cause she lost it at the serial killer cop killer reveal with one of the characters, and then I was wondering if their was gifs, clips or pics on Tumblr because I wanted to explain how cute they were and how pure Paolo was and how he was too innocent to die. And off I went into the rabbit hole sending them to her and also reblogging it.

Now I’ve gone down that rabbit hole, while it’s great to see Jenna thriving in British TV dramas in more leading roles now and not supporting. I can’t watch anything of Glen’s cause most of his stuff is Italian and not on Netflix etc and a lot of his TV roles are more recurring or guest roles. Not much leading etc. Who knows, maybe if the show was a bigger success, more opportunities might have come out of it.

#TheNerdyUnhealthyBrit answers #TheNerdyUnhealthyBrit talks Titanic #ITV Titanic #Titanic 2012 #Annie Desmond #Paolo Sandrini #Annie x Paolo #Desdrini #gemleilou

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