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Wet Dreams
Slash x Reader
My Masterlist.
Word Count: 582
Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.
- Slash! - You called entering the bathroom, Slash was already in the shower, his hair was already wet and somehow, he had a lit cigarette on his lips.
He turned to you as soon as you called him, you looked at your own body and only then realized that you were already without clothes.
- I... - You looked down Slash's body, taking in his muscular belly and down to his belly button. - oh my God.
You froze with your mouth open when you saw that Slash was hard, his cock had never looked so delicious as at that moment, wet, with the tip of it so pink that you licked your lips thinking about it inside your mouth.
Slash's eyes followed you as you knelt in front of him, and he ran his wet hand through your hair and held it in a ponytail.
You took one of your hands to your pussy and started masturbating as soon as you put Slash's dick in your mouth, as soon as your lips touched his cock, you got addicted, you sucked him like a candy, running your tongue along the length of his huge dick. Slash was moaning like a slut while you sucked him, you've never seen him look so hot as he moaned, the shower water fell on his body and wet your face, but you didn't care, you were close to your orgasm and Slash seemed to know it, he grabbed you by the arm and lifted you off the floor, putting your body against the wall and crouching down behind you.
Your butt checks were split and you stifled a loud groan when you felt Slash's sharp tongue touch your ass, Slash sucked you like he needed it to live, his hand gripped your ass tightly and he lifted one of your legs, getting an even better view of your pussy and your asshole.
- Tight little bitch. - Slash whispered in your ear, and you leaned your forehead against the wet wall as you felt Slash's cock break into you from behind.
You moaned louder and louder as Slash's thrusts went deeper inside you, Slash didn't stop pumping you even when you came and your cum flowed down his cock, you're too stunned to say anything, Slash has never fucked you like that, so deep, so... hungry for you.
You could tell Slash was close to coming because his dick was throbbing more and more inside you, he turned your body to face him and took you in his lap, your body was so small compared to his that his cock slid easy inside your pussy again when you were on his lap, his thrusts inside you were making you delirious, you rolled your eyes the whole time and held his wet hair when you were about to come again, you couldn't stop moaning even for a second, your mouth was inches from Slash's but he pulled away just to tease you every time you tried to kiss him.
- Come inside of me... Please Slash... Come inside of me. - You moaned over and over until Slash finally dump his load of cum inside you, so you leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes.
You were still begging for Slash's cum when you opened your eyes again, it took you a few seconds to realize your hand was inside your panties, rubbing your clit.
- I think you owe me some explanations. - Slash said, standing in the room next to the bed.
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Ghosting
It hadn’t been done to hurt her, in fact he had done it to protect her but nonetheless for the last two weeks Duff had cut off all contact with the girl he had been seeing. Things had been going well and that was what had scared him. He had been in plenty of relationships before knew what it was like when red flags flew but the green flags that she kept throwing up scared him, made him worried.
Duff had missed their date at the Thai place she was super excited to try. He had gotten reservations, using his band name and told her they could meet there at 7pm. She told him she was going to buy a new dress and maybe he could come over after they ate. The idea of being invited to her space was what had freaked him out. And the fact she was buying a new dress wanting to look good for him. All the effort she was putting in when they had only been seeing each other for about a month. It made him nervous that he wasn’t putting in enough effort for her. He began worrying that she was into him more than he could be into her.
Sure, Duff liked her but he wasn’t ready for something serious and that was what he would be getting dating her. So he hadn’t shown up to dinner that night. Instead he watched her walk into the restaurant, a form fitting cheongsam in inky navy blue silk that he knew would make her eyes pop. He could imagine her sitting across from him, thanking him for getting them into the place and asking what to order.
He had driven away, gone home and taken his phone off the hook so when she called to check on him it would ring busy. He left his pager in the car so that he wouldn’t feel guilty when she paged him. And he turned all the lights off as he sunk down in his bathtub, fully clothed. As he smoked a cigarette and guzzled a bottle of vodka, trying not to hear the soft knocking on the door.
When he was sure that she had gone away he found his favorite order: fried tofu with peanut sauce, chicken satay, Tom Kha Gai with tofu, and Pad See Ew. He felt guilty as he sat it on his kitchen table, looking at her handwritten note saying she missed him at dinner and was hoping he was okay. She asked him to call her in the morning so she wouldn’t worry. But Duff knew he wasn’t going to.
The food was thrown away, despite him knowing what the cost was at the high end restaurant that he had wanted to treat her to. He imagined her paying the bill on her part time salary. She was a college student and though she never talked about money he knew that she wasn’t making a lot of it at her campus bookstore gig.
The next day she called him at night, leaving a message on the answering machine to see if he was okay and if he needed anything. Duff deleted it, pouring himself a drink as he reassured himself he was doing the right thing, even if it felt bad in the moment. She called a few more times with no response and Duff started to feel the emptiness in his life without her around.
It was Slash who said something to him about it as they sat backstage. He watched the way Duff drank, heavier than usual and seemed to be lost in some cloud of despair he had built for himself.
“Where’s the girl you were seeing? She was at our last show and you two played grab ass the whole time.``He was trying to joke with the bassist but the sour expression he got was not the answer he had been expecting.
“I have been avoiding her. I don’t want to hurt her feelings.” Izzy looked up, suddenly interested in the conversation.
“So she’s fair game?” The guitarist asked, thinking about the attractive brunette who had commented on the book that was in his guitar case. Duff was usually calm, composed with his band. They were all dudes who struggled and grew together as a band. They had bro code and this would usually be laughed at but something in Duff broke.
“Listen, you and Axl might have your fucked up swapping chicks things but stay the fuck away from Annie.” he got up quickly, kicking over his chair as he moved out of the room in a fury, wishing that he hadn’t spent the last two weeks ghosting the girl he obviously was harboring feelings for.
He made it to the payphones, dialing her number after depositing two dimes. He hadn’t even realized he had memorized the digits of her number until it started ringing. The ringing is where Duff started to freak out, worried about if he should hang up but he heard the ringing end.
“Hello?” her voice was soft, sweet and sleepy and he regretted waking her up. They had played a gig and it was pushing 2AM. He shouldn’t have been so foolish thinking about her. He stayed silent, listening to the rustle of her sheets and soft breathing, “Duffy is that you?” she hadn’t called him that before and his heart cracked and shattered at the way he had ignored this sweetheart after she was so good to him.
“I need to see you, Annie.” he was slurring, drunker than he realized, embarrassed about it as he covered his mouth wondering how much he had to drink as he pined over her. She was quiet for a second, “Please, I miss you and-”
“I guess I can meet you. You sound like…well…I don’t think you should drive. So where are you and I’ll call a taxi to come meet you. It might take me a few to get down there but I will come.” she was so kind and he regretted trying to ghost her.
Duff gave Annie the club info, tried to say he would pay for the cab but he kept on just saying he needed her. Over and over again until Annie in her sweet calmness said she needed to get off the phone to call a cab. He couldn’t wait and went outside, the wet rainy night made all the lights look blurry and he kept turning hsi head so suddenly at every appearance of headlights he was getting light headed, dizzy from being so drunk. Almost spinning out and-
“Duffy, come here.” hands on his made him blink, confused as he saw Annie, an oversized t-shirt and a pair of cowboy boots on, hair a mess from sleeping. She looked like an angel who had just rolled out of bed.
He was shrugging off his jacket, nearly falling over as he tried twice to wrap it around her before she finally got it on and began leading him across the street to the Denny’s. She got him into a booth, asked the waitress for a cup of coffee and water, sliding both over to Duff as she sat across from him, waiting for an explanation for his bad behavior.
“You’re too good for me, Annie. I didn’t want to hurt you by eventually fucking up and making you hate me. I started wanting to see you all the time and thinking about you and I just, I just had to fucking-sorry for swearing, I just had to let go of you before I poisoned you.” she blinked, looking at him with those cobalt blue eyes of hers, that reminded him of delicate patterns on China when she was really lightning in a storm.
“You should have talked to me, not ghosted me. I was worried. About you. About if I did something. About if I was good enough.” he looked startled at her last point, the idea that she wasn’t good enough making him choke on the coffee he was drinking, coughing into his hands as he looked at her in alarm.
“Annie, NO!” it came out forceful, too loud. The waitresses looked over, ready to try and get between the young people if he got violent. But Annie gave them a small shake of her head as she looked at Duff.
“What you did hurt me Duff. You took away my choice. If I choose to date you I am signing up for the risk of a broken heart. I know what you do for a living. I know who you are. I was willing to take that risk because I like you, a lot.``He didn’t like the way she said she ‘was willing’ instead of ‘is willing’. The past tense made him worried he had realized his mistake too late. “If we do this, Duffy. If you want to date me, you need to talk to me and not get stuck in that pretty head of yours.” she tucked a strand of his wild blonde hair behind his ear.
The softness of the touch made him close his eyes, leaning into the feeling of her fingertips. Annie’s hand caressed his cheek as he opened his eyes again, looking at her watch him with the gentleness he didn’t think he deserved.
“I’m sorry. I just want you so much and I’m worried about messing it all up.” he whispered his worry, hating that he could let this perfect girl see him vulnerable. But Annie didn’t think less of him for sharing how he felt. Instead she was moving across the table, sitting beside him and giving duff a soft kiss on his lips.
“We can figure this out. I want to figure this out with you but you need to not ghost me and you need to be present and honest. That’s all I ask of you.” Annie said and Duff knew that he had almost lost her with his reckless action.
“So we can do this?” she nodded at the way he smiled at her, “Just one thing, stay away from Izzy.” her eyebrows furrowed together, confused as she looked at him surprised by the request he had given.
“Your cute guitarist? Why?”
“Don’t call him cute. He’s feral like a wild animal. And don’t worry about it…just…stay away.” Duff kissed her then to seal their deal, happy with Annie leaning in to kiss him back. He had learned his lesson about ghosting now. And would never do that again.
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For anyone who's interested in gnr.
This is a Duff McKagan x OC story. Enjoy :)
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DEMOLITION LOVERS
Cherry started to harbour genuine feelings for Axl, and that hurt her. It ached her deeply.
There were days she wished the feelings she had were just some casual figment of imagination. But it wasn’t, and she knew it. The emotions were genuine- utterly and entirely wrapped in such authenticity that it was impossible to brush them away.
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Duff and Tatum
Part 4(?) of my Tatum series.. this is more Duff x Tay
Warnings: wedding, cussing, secret relationship, mention of sex/fuck buddies, mention of a kid, angst
Duff wanted to go out with me, like old times in college. Duff was having his bachelor party next week with his brothers, the band, Andy. After our little dispute in his office, he’s been making plans for us. But I was gonna fuss about Duff taking me out.
I was finishing curling my hair, well a shitty attempt. The doorbell rang, making my Rottweiler bark. “Sana! It’s just Duff. It’s open!”, I yelled. Sana took off to see her boyfriend, “Hi pretty girl! How’s my baby mmh?”, Duff laughed as he walked to my room. “Wow! Aren’t you the smoke show”, Duff smiled. I blushed, “Thanks. I got another section and we head out ``''Take your time, kid”, Duff sat at the foot of my bed. Sana whined, “Awh is your boyfriend neglecting”, I rolled my eyes. “I’m sorry sweetness”, Duff patted his chest, making Sana jump on his lap. “Duff, you don’t have to have her on you. She’s fine”, I giggled.
“You’re 8, Sana. Time tell your mama you don’t need a chaperone”, Duff kissed her head. “Excuse me”, I shut my curler off.
Duff didn’t tell me where we were going, it was a surprise. Duff was humming to the song as we pulled up to a mini golf course. “You’re joking”, I scoffed. “Nope. Let’s go, Tay '', Duff replied. “Does this have anything to do with the fact I beat you 5 years ago?”, I giggled. “You mean where you and Axl cheated?”
“Oh we’ll see, big worm”, I patted his back.
An hour later, I was walking out with Duff pouting behind me. “You were saying, Michael Andrew?”, I bit my tongue from giggling. Haha shut up”, he mocked me back.
Then we went to the sunset strip, it was alive tonight. Too bad it wasn’t the 80s! I held Duff’s forearm as we walked down. “You okay?”, he asked. “Yeah, I just don’t want to be behind”, I replied. We got a table at the rainbow, “You know it doesn't feel the same with the other boys”, I said. “You’re right. So hard to get everyone’s schedule matched up”
“God, I thought Axl was going to kill Steven that night”, I laughed with tears down my face. “Yeah thanks to me holding him by his shirt”, Duff smiled. “Do you ever think about what if you were a rockstar instead of a doctor?”, I asked. Duff looked at me, “I do a lot actually. I love being a doctor, taking care of people, but I do wonder what life on the road would be like. But working at the hospital I met Susan and fell in love”, Duff said. “True. I’m happy you met your soulmate, D”, I grinned. “So? How’s your love life?” I laughed, “Non existent, McKagan”
“I worry about you” Duff spat out
“Why? I’m fine”, I asked.
“I just don’t want you to end up alone is all”, Duff smiled.
How could I tell him I was going out with his curly haired companion and ex bandmate? And it was getting serious as well.
“I’ll find my person, D. One day, so don’t worry about me”, I smiled.
“Who is it?”
“Huh? Who what?”
“The girl, the dude. Who are they? And don’t lie I know there’s someone”, Duff rubbed my hand with his thumb.
“‘Duff”
“Tay”
“Do I know them?”
I bit my lip
I could see the wheels and gears in his head turning, eyebrows furrowed. Please don’t figure it out. “Is it Steven? Wait, no you don't do blonde guys” “You and Axl would have killed each other by now” “Oh I got you Motherfucker!”, he grinned. “Shoot” I cocked my eyebrow. “Matt” he said, all proud. “No! Gross, he’s my brother like you”, I rolled my eyes. “Well I’m out”, He sighed. “Look, I’ll tell you when I actually know we’re official”, I said.
“You’ll be the first to know after me”, I rubbed his hand. “I’ll be waiting”
Okay! I know what you’re thinking.. “Tatum, he’s your best friend, brother, ride or die. He needs to know” and I agree 100%, but it’s been nice with it being just us. Just that Duff is extremely protective and he goes crazy when he’s pissed. And he told the band I was off limits. But Izzy and I didn’t listen, we’re too busy eyefucking each other to hear that rule.
We were close to our old apartment, “Wonder who lives in that dump now?”, I asked. “I know, I called them and asked if we could go see it”, Duff said. “Wait really?”, I asked. “Yes! They’re expecting us”
“Hi, I’m Duff we talked on the phone”
This ginger college chick smiled, “I remember you. This is your fiancé?” “No, best friend that lived here with me. Tatum, this is g-?” “ Gretchen ``''Right, sorry about that” “take your time. I’m going out, just lock up on your way out”, she smiled.
The living room was nice, the girl had really made it nice and homey. At first we’re together, but Duff was in his old room. I was in Izzy’s room, so many fuck memories came in my head. “You know, you two were so fucking loud”, Duff said, scaring me. “What are you talking about?”, I groaned. “Tatum, the walls are paper thin here. And you two did a shitty job acting too”, Duff said, leaning on the door frame. “Sorry to keep you up”, I giggled.
“I remember coming home to you guys screwing, I had a double at the bakery. Suddenly, the thought of killing Izzy with my bare hands was all I wanted. Something stopped me though”
“Thank you for wanting to defend my honor but you look better in a white lab coat than an orange jumpsuit, Michael”, I grinned, kissing his cheek.
It was late and Duff had to work in a few hours, “Thank you for tonight, I had a lot of fun”, I said as we turned on my road. “You’re welcome, I did too. I miss you”, Duff shut off the engine. “Yeah, I miss you too”, I smiled.
“Tatum”
“Yes Duff?”
“I know I’ve told you this but, just because I’m getting married soon. Doesn’t mean I’m not your best friend anymore or it’s not like in high school and college. But I love you a lot, never told you this or mom. You’re the first girl I’ve ever loved or cared for. I remember complaining to Jon and Bruce about how my stomach and joints went all mushy when I was around you”, Duff confessed, his old childhood love. Similar to mine to him.
“You know I fell in love with you after Jacob broke my heart. I got over it along with my broken heart, but sometime in college I got those feelings back. I’ve never loved anyone like I do you, maybe in a past life we were something more. I’m glad we crossed paths again, thanks for being you and caring so much for me. Susan is a lucky girl to have your undying love”, I smiled, trying to hold back my tears.
“I had no idea you loved me in grade school”
“Looking back, it was probably my heart from being broken and you took care of me. Either way, I love you and would kill for you at any given moment”, I held his hand.
“Ditto”
2 weeks later, Los Angeles, CA
“Axl! Get your shoes on. Duff, do you have the rings?”, I asked.
“Bite me, Lee”
“Yes, Tatum”
Slash grinned at me
Izzy walked in, “Tatum, take a Xanax”
“Or get fucked”, Axl mumbled.
“It might be my wedding day, but I’ll kick your ass for being a dick to her”, Duff narrowed his eyes at the ginger.
“Don’t worry, McKagan. He will be on his best behavior”, Izzy grabbed Axl’s shoulder.
“You have your vows on you?” I stood in front of Duff, straightening his bow tie.
“Yes”
“Okay, I’m gonna go check on the bride to be. Don’t run off in my dad’s Corvette”
I heard Good Charlotte’s anthem and female singing voices.
“Hey ladies! How’s my bride?”
“Tat!”
“Tatum! You look so fucking gorgeous”, Susan said
“I don’t want to take your attention, darling. You look amazing!”. I smiled.
Kayli and Y/n were getting their makeup and hair done
“So what’s up with you and Slash?” Susan asked
I flickered my eyes at her
“He doesn’t know.. I just seen you two outside earlier, remind me of Duff and I”
“I mean, we’ve been going out for a good while now. But we’ve not officially got together”, I replied.
“Izzy is physic” Y/n giggled
“Izzy is not from this world. Did Saul say something?”
“Saul?” Kayli asked
“You seriously thought his government name was Slash?”, Y/n deadpanned a little too similar to her brunette fiancé.
“Saul is his first name, babe”, I giggled.
“Well rich people name their kids weird shit all the time”, kayli said.
“You’re not wrong” I smiled
“Has anything happened behind you two?”
“Besides acting like middle schoolers making out? No” I rolled my eyes
“Wait! Who was that curly haired dude on your only fans?” Kayli asked
Susan busted out laughing
“Oh Ashley? We just film content together sometimes. Anyone else seen my vagina?”, I giggled.
We all laughed together
“Alright Y/n, get your people ready.. and I’ll get my people ready. Let’s get our best friends married!”, I grinned.
“You look gorgeous, really you should be thrown out” Slash whispered in my ear.
“For?” I smiled.
“Out showing the bride”, Slash rubbed my shoulders. I giggled, “You’re silly”
Duff and Matt were already at the altar waiting for us to walk in with Susan.
“How long?” I heard Joan ask.
“On?”
“You and Slash” she smiled
“3 months and no your baby brother doesn’t know”
The music started, “Tatum”, Slash smiled, holding his arm out for me.
Izzy and Y/n walked in first, then Kayli and Steven. Marie and Bruce walked, Axl and Veronica. Then Slash and I.
Duff smiled as I stood next to Kayli.
Then Susan and her father
She was beautiful, Duff was crying. It was like we watched Its a wonderful life as kids. Good reaction, Dr. McKagan.
They were doing their vows, but I felt Slash looking at me.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife, Mr & Mrs. Michael Andrew McKagan!” “You May now kiss the bride!”
We all cheered, clapped, whistled. Pretty sure I heard one of Duff’s nieces or nephews scream an eww. The pair walked down the aisle, our cue to walk down the aisle again.
Everyone was inside at the reception, I saw Duff outside. “Hey you okay?”, I asked.
“Yeah, just needed a second”
“Congratulations, big worm”, I smiled
“Thanks, Mini”
We smiled and stood next to my dad's Corvette, he let Duff burrow.
“It’s Slash”
“What are you talking about?”, i asked
“Tatum Nicole”
“Fine.. 3 months, we’ve been seeing each other but we haven’t actually put labels on it. He’s nice and I like hanging out with him”
“I owe Izzy money now”, Duff deadpanned.
“I didn’t need a congratulations or what the fuck, Michael”, I rolled my eyes.
“Sorry love.. Does he make you happy?”
“Yes”
“Then I approve,'' Duff smiled.
“Thanks, asshole.. it’s almost time for cake and Susan promised me I could mash your face with cake”, I grabbed his hand.
“She did what? Sus!”
Slash was with Steven at the bar, watching his close friend. “So you and the sheepdog?”, my dad asked.
“Hi daddy! Yeah we’ve been seeing each other, he’s a good one”, I held his arm.
“Good.. Bring him to me before Duff has a son”
“Of course”
I found Slash after watching Duff and Susan’s first dance. “Hey stranger”, I hugged him from behind. He groaned, “Mhm hi pretty thing”
I giggled as he turned around to hold my waist, “You single?” I asked.
“No, my mean ass girlfriend is here somewhere”, He grinned.
I blushed, “You called me your girlfriend”
“What?”
“Of course, you’re my girlfriend, Tat”, Slash kissed me. “If that’s the case, my father wishes to meet you”
“The big scary dude? He’s gonna rip me in half, Tatum”
I giggled. “He’s a teddy bear like Dee”
“He looks like Michael Myers and Jason had a son. He’ll kick my fucking ass”
“Only if you break his little girl’s heart, son”, my dad stood in front of us
“Ryan Lee”, my dad held his hand out for Slash
“Saul. Nice to meet you, Mr. Lee”, Slash shook my fathers hand
I felt someone looking at me, I turned around.
It was Duff
“I love you” I mouthed and blew him a kiss
“I love you too”, he caught my “kiss” and grinned
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Chapter One: That Blonde Prick.
Kenzie's POV - September 1977
There's something hellish about living in a house with 2 younger brothers and a little sister. My sister Emily isn't actually all that bad, it's Jack and Josh that make it worse. They're the most annoying, loud, disgusting boys ever and quite frankly, they've put me off men for life along with my stepdad Mark. Their his kids and its obvious.
School mornings are the worst of all, especially "First day of school mornings". The boys can't stop shouting about football or some shit, Mark takes about a hour in the morning gluing his hair with gel like a fucking hardhat in the bathroom and my mum just sits with a cup of tea reading the paper, glancing up every so often to make sure we're not all dead. I need to do my hair and makeup before Hannah comes around and Mark won't move his hole.
"Mark, can you please hurry, I've got 20 minutes at a stretch!" I yelled up the stairs.
"Oh my god Mackenzie, I'll be ready when I'm ready!"
Such a prick.
Another 5 minutes later, he finally got out the bathroom.
"There you go Your Majesty." He said while walking behind me.
"Prick." I muttered under my breath.
After teasing my hair and firing on some makeup the door went. I grabbed my bag and blazer from my room and ran down the stairs already knowing Hannah was on the other side of the door. But alas, how would I have a prick step-dad if he wasn't a prick.
"Mackenzie Adams, where are you going?" he said, looking at me with pure disgust.
"To school?" He's so stupid.
"Not dressed like a tart your not! Pull down that skirt right now."
Excuse me? Did he just call me a fucking tart?
"Don't call her that Mark! But, yes, please pull your skirt down a little more love." My mum said, clearly over Mark and I's bullshit.
"Okay mum. Oh by the way, I'm heading to Hannah's after school, we're gonna do more band stuff." I told her, knowing already what was coming from Mark.
"Waste of time if you ask me." There it was. "Focus on something important, like your school work, you want to leave school this year, get your head down." He said.
"Good thing I didn't ask you then Mark. Bye mum! Love you!" With that I left knowing I'd get in shit later.
"Eventful morning?" Hannah said standing with a smirk.
I gave her a dramatized sigh, "Don't you start."
"Move it drama queen."
Our walk to school was only about fifteen minutes usually, but Monday was different.
"Right you've got your grans note this week, yeah?" I asked Hannah.
"Oh no." Her face dropped.
"Hannah you better be joking."
"Of course I am you silly bitch."
We lived in a smaller area, so everyone knew everyone. Including the people working in the shops, they knew our grans smoked and would happily give us the cigarettes if we had a note on us signed by our grans. Me and Hannah took turns weekly, we would get two packets off of one note each, this week Hannah was getting ours, and I'd actually be getting our grans. The girl in the shop can't be much older than me and Hannah and probably knows something dodgy is going on, but we have the note so what can she argue?
Once we were out of sight from the shop, Hannah gave me my pack and I gave her her grans pack. We'd go after school and give our grans their cigarettes, they had no idea what we were doing and just thought we were playing the dutiful grandaughter role, which I suppose we were. We always sat for a while and talked to our grans, made them tea, done shop runs for them and made sure they didn't need anything else done before we left.
"Slow walk?" I asked Hannah, code for 'Lets go the back paths and have a smoke.'
Due to our "slow walking" we were 10 minutes late to our first class Art.
"Adams and Green, you need to sort yourselves out. This is a new school year. Don't keep this up." Our teacher Mrs Smith said, she wasn't fond of our timing but seemed to like us anyway.
"Sorry Mrs Smith."
About five seconds later, a boy walked into the class. But not just any boy, a new boy. He was tall and lanky. Had a mop of thick blonde hair stuck to his head. Looked like it had been teased just as me and Hannah did. Didn't have a blazer or tie on. But the strangest thing of all, he had eyeliner on. I say strange but personally, I love it. But no boy dared wear eyeliner in our bit, especially at school. The people here weren't as understanding of rock culture as other areas might be.
"Is this Miss Smith's class?" He spoke, in the exact same accent as my own?
I nudged Hannah with my foot, knowing she would be just as freaked as I was. She turned to me with the look of confusion on her face, mirroring mine.
"Yes I'm Mrs Smith, take a seat at the back behind Andrew please." She sighed. "I'll just go over the register again."
As she started droning out everyone's name, mystery boy walked through the slim aisle of desks to the one in front of my own, not without giving me a look that read "I'm the shit, who the fuck are you?"
"Steven White?"
"Present, and it's just Steve, Miss." He replied.
"Alright Steve. Ryan Young?"
Me and Hannah turned to each other again, with a look on our faces to say "Who does he think he is?"
After art, we headed outside behind the Janitor's office to have a cig.
"I cannot get over that Steven guy in art." Hannah said thinking out loud.
"I know, wonder where he came from." I said back to her.
"He just seems a bit of a knob."
After a gruelling maths period and a biology one following, we were back at our little smoking spot. We were talking away when we heard footsteps heading up the path. One of the first things we learnt was how to hide a cig when a teacher was coming near due to my older brother Luis.
"Stuff it in your pocket, they shouldn't smell anything since your outside and can't accuse you if they can't see it."
We did excatly this and turned our backs, so if they asked us what we were doing, we could bolt around the corner and not have our faces shown.
"Alright girls?" It wasn't a teacher. "You got a light?"
We turned around and there he was, 'Steve'. He had a cig hanging out his mouth and both his hands in his trouser pockets, clearly too 'cool' for a blazer.
"Yeah give us a minute." I started feeling my pockets in my blazer looking for my lighter. I could see him in the corner of my eye trying to look closer at the pins I dotted around my blazer. All of which were bands I held the dearest to my heart.
"Led Zeppelin?" He asked me.
"What about them?" I said handing him the lighter.
He lit his cig and took a draw before saying "Girls don't like Zep."
I took my lighter back from him, pissed that a boy thinks he's the shit for liking a band and thinking that a girl can't.
"Well we do." Hannah snapped back.
He let a little laugh out.
"You two are something else you know that?" He started laughing to himself.
"Mate fuck off if you're gonna be a pretentious dick." I said to him.
He walked back a couple of steps with his hands in the air.
"Alright, see you about." He took the cig back from his mouth and rounded the corner.
"What a prick!"
We went around to see our grans before heading to practice. We were currently sat on my gran's couch with a cup of tea, telling her all about Steven.
"What a dick." She simply said, cig in one hand, mug of coffee in the other.
"Exactly what we said." Hannah replied.
"Of course girls can like Zep. Fuck they can like anyone they want to." My gran said between a draw of her cig.
Always the wisest woman I knew. In fact, it was because of her me and Hannah actually got listening to Led Zeppelin. We were 10 years old, sat in her living room as she was playing us her record collection. She put on Led Zeppelin and our lives seemed to of changed forever. Hannah already had a love for music due to her sisters constant blabbling about how she was going to marry Paul McCartney, but my mum was never a music lover, which I found strange after seeing my gran's collection and listening to her speak passiontly about her favourite artists.
Not long after, me and Hannah were walking to our friend Katie's to get her for our band practice. We only had a bassist, a guitarist and a singer but we knew we had time to find a drummer and another guitarist. We knocked on the door and we were met with Katie giving us a weird look.
"What do youse want?" She sighed.
"Monday, band day?" Hannah said.
"Oh right, I'm over that stuff now. Who even wants to listen to girls playing rock, we sound stupid."
I stood looking at Katie gobsmacked, Katie used to love playing with us and she was a great player.
"Katie come on!" We heard a girl yell from the top of the stairs.
"Coming Rachel! Bye." And with that she slammed the door in our faces.
"Fucking Rachel?" Hannah exclaimed.
Rachel was the biggest bitch ever. She always though she was better than everyone else and called herself the 'Popular' girl since the start of highschool. Quite frankly, she was embarrasing and I couldn't believe that Katie had her at her house.
Me and Hannah continued our walk back to her house and were talking about what to do now. We took a de-tour to sit at the park and have another cig before we went back to her house.
"I can't believe she's fucked us off for Katie of all people." I said taking a long draw of my cig.
"What the fuck do we do now Kenz?" Hannah asked.
"What are you needing?" Oh god why is he here too?
We turned around to be met with the wonderful Steven again.
"Guitarists and a drummer, for our band, that plays rock and has two girls in it." Hannah said back plainly.
"Well I can't help with your drummer problem, but I play lead guitar." He said.
"Really?" Hannah seemed interested now.
"Yeah, been playing for a while."
"Hannah wait a minute, your seriously considering letting that blonde prick join our band?" I said to her.
"Well Kenzie, we don't have alot of fucking choice do we?"
"Look I'm sorry about earlier," Steve started speaking "I didn't mean to be a dick, was just a wind up."
His face told me he was telling the truth, I turned to Hannah who's face told me 'C'mon, Please?'
"Okay fine, we'll give you a go." I spoke in defeat.
"Right lets go!" Hannah said, stomping out her cig.
'This blonde straggely haired, annoying prick better be good.' I thought to myself as we headed to Hannah's.
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“How can you just say that? Your dad…”
“If you say loves me, I’d learn your past participles. Loved, maybe.” She clicked her gum again, “He hasn’t talked to me in half a decade and we barely exchanged words in years so, yes, he is just a pub passerby,”
“And who’s fault is that?”
Yoko’s eyes widened. Where in the fuck had all this come from? Eric's voice had softened, just audible under his breath but due to the silent nature of the soundproofed room surely he knew she’d have heard it, Yoko had nicknamed her the ‘fruit bat’ for a reason.
She flicked her glance over to Slash and Duff who both shuffled down into the sofa, blinking at the clock on the wall and then the door, no doubt searching for an easy exit. Yoko wanted to shift her hands over, for another to loop around her’s, she’d seen Axl do it for Andy so many times. She supposed they should consider themselves lucky that Axl wasn’t there at all, still out at a meeting with their manager, they would have been a much deeper mess if he had.
And Eric would have most likely needed the hospital, make Vince Neil’s punch look like a light slap.
“Let me guess, mine,” Andy smiled sarcastically, her tongue licking her lips like a viper ready to strike, “Not like you really have a leg to stand on, you don’t even have one on the birth certificate,”
Eric’s face fully dropped at that, his cheeks blazing a red, contrasting against the greyish hollowed out cheeks. Andy’s face was of pure satisfaction, her eyes burning.
Slash and Duff just looked away and so did Yoko, she was in half her mind to just walk out and leave them to it like Izzy had the other week, pick up her bag and enjoy her day but she was cemented to her chair. Her lilac bag was sitting by her feet, her lip gloss and purse spilling out to the side but she didn’t move to collect it. She was stuck and as her heart leapt around inside her ribs, a frog jumping from lily to lily, she waited.
“God, sometimes I forget what a fucking cunt you can be when you want to be. Must be why you attract so many bastards to your vicinity,” Duff hissed loudly and Eric pulled his hand over his face before draining the remains of his beer.
“Like you?” Andy was quick, catching the fly in her web, pincers out.
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✶ Take Me Away ✶
◼︎ Duff McKagan/OC multi-chapter story ◼︎
(This is a work of fiction but will feature real life people/situations. Material will be mature and explicit at times. Story will mention drug/alcohol abuse, sexual/physical abuse, failed pregnancies, sexual content, and cursing. Please be advised.)
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“Whenever you’re ready.”
I adjusted myself in the seat, crossing my legs as I leaned against the cushion. My heart was racing as I watched those around prepare the cameras – all eyes trained on me. It’s been almost 30 years since I spoke about it – pushing it into the back of my mind once we went our separate ways. We both had families now – finally growing up and becoming the people we were supposed to become. The subject of our relationship forgotten by those that dragged us through the mud each week – our photos hidden deep in boxes and back pages of Google. Everyone had to have known that our relationship would engulf in flames. We were young, naïve, and reckless. He was the ultimate rockstar – a member of the world’s most dangerous band. I was the child star that slowly grew into the woman every man fantasized about. My days of being on the kiddy channels were stripped away the moment he and I got together. Both of our innocents being removed as the chaos around us became public knowledge.
“You look nervous.”
I looked up at the director, a small smile forming on my face. “I am.”
He gave me a sympathetic look, “We already spoke to him – it’s your turn now, Charlotte.”
He already told his side – I mean it was his story to tell – the poor guy went through hell. When I got the call for the documentary, I didn’t think I would have to tell my side of the story. I thought maybe I would just be asked one or two questions and go on my way. Or not even be interviewed, just permission to be named and spoken about. I was shocked to hear his voice on the other end – still sounding like he did all those years ago. I’m not gonna say I wasn’t hesitant to agree to the interview. Even though I pushed the memories back, the thought of some of them still hurt even to this day. I can’t stress this enough but we were young, naïve, and reckless.
I nodded my head, “Okay.”
The director took his seat in front of me, the camera mounted next to him as my face shown on the monitors. He had assured me that this would be the most informal interview I’d ever done. I took a couple deep breaths as the stage became quiet. The clapper coming between us, counting down as the cameras started to record.
“So, I’m just gonna have you introduce yourself and then we’ll start with the questions.” He smiled.
I let out a sigh, “Okay-“ I started. “Well, my name is Charlotte Vanlere, but most people know me as Charlie Nelson or Charlie McKagan. And -" I paused. "I was married to Duff McKagan from 1989 to 1993."
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Uncharted
(Multi-chapter, Modern!Duff McKagan X OC fic)
Unsure of her next steps in life, Carreen Joy "CJ" Thompson finds herself taking a job working under the Guns N' Roses bassist Duff McKagan during the Not in the Lifetime... Tour. She faces the fast-paced and foreign world of rock n' roll, touring, and groupies, as well as blossoming taboo feelings for her boss.
Can be found here and here ❤️ will be a longer fic with a slow burn and eventual smut 😈
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Anyone who is interested please go check out this fanfic story I’m working on about Duff McKagan x OC x Saul Hudson (Slash). Also leave any ideas below I would happy to incorporate them into the story. Much love XOXO.
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Can't keep my hands off you
Modern Duff Mckagan x Reader
My Masterlist.
Word Count: 574
Warnings: Smut! Public sexual interaction, Oral Sex. Minors Dni.
You and Duff were in the backseat of the car, Duff's lips were sucking the skin of your neck while your hand groped his dick through his jeans.
- Why did you have to look so hot today? -You asked between sighs, feeling Duff's tongue run all over your neck before he started kissing you.
- We're going to my parents' house. - Duff said between the kiss. You slipped your hand inside his pants, not caring about the driver's surprised look at you. - We have to look presentable. - He said, and soon after, he let out a groan when your hand touched his cock.
- We're here. - The driver said embarrassed as the car suddenly stopped.
- Oh fuck. - You murmured, taking your hand out of your boyfriend's pants and pulling away from him. - How do I look? - You asked, knowing full well that you were a mess.
- Great... - Duff said, wrapping his fingers around his mouth and then reaching out to smooth your hair, then do the same to his. - Great. - He said, and you got out of the car.
You tried to concentrate as much as possible to answer Duff's father's questions while Duff, sitting next to you on the couch, caressed your thighs with his hand, you knew he did that when he was nervous, but at that point, you strongly believed he wanted to tease you.
- So how was the trip? - Duff's mom asked, putting the last plate under the dinner table.
- Wonderful. - Duff answered for you. - We should come here more often shouldn't we baby? - Duff spoke to you, putting his arm around your neck and stroking your shoulder.
You nodded nervously and Duff's mother smiled, inviting you to sit down at the table. The dinner was going better than expected, Duff's parents loved you, everything was going well until you took off your sweater and Duff couldn't take his eyes off your cleavage, the heat wave that had settled between you in the car still hadn't gone away.
You tried to remain calm and carry on acting normally when Duff's hand carefully, under the table, touched the inside of your thighs, spreading your legs. You licked your lips and continued participating in the conversation at the table, nodding occasionally. You leaned forward and propped your elbows on the table as Duff began to slide his finger down your clit over your panties, you were mesmerized by how natural he continued to act using only one hand to eat his food.
- I'm going to get dessert can you help me honey? - His mother asked, and her husband promptly got up.
At that point you already controlled yourself so that your moans didn't escape your mouth, Duff was fucking you with his fingers and as soon as his parents left the kitchen he asked you to bend down, you got off the chair and crawled under the table until you stop in front of his legs. You heard when his parents came back to the table and asked about you and Duff lied saying you went to the bathroom, you unbuttoned his pants carefully so they wouldn't hear and finally released his hard cock, you fit between his legs and started suckling him, shoving his cock all the way deep in your mouth and then pulling it out all at once.
- So good. - You heard Duff moan.
- Aww Thanks dear! I hope Y/n likes it too! - His mom replied, referring to the dessert.
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Stitches
Warning: Mention of cheating and violence
Minors DNI 18+
How could she be at my show with someone else? How could she be standing in the crowd watching me perform in the arms of another man? How could she not see the torment that was ripped across my face giving the gnarled horror look of absolute desperate sorrow?
How could she hurt me so?
The others in the band had caught sight of her. She was always the easiest one to find in the crowd with her blonde hair so light it glowed almost white under the lights. They had been sending me these looks of pity that I couldn’t meet because I was embarrassed that they were seeing my girl had left me.
When we had been backstage Slash had asked if Robin was coming to the show and I had made up some excuse about how she was busy working on something. Just like I had lied about her going to spend some time with her parents and about the girls trip overseas. Thank God that Robin didn’t keep in touch with anyones girlfriend because they would have all known that she broke up with me 34 days ago at two in the morning when she found some hand written note a girl I had almost slept with had slipped in my pocket.
The way Robin’s hands had shaken as she held the blue lined paper with smeared blue ink from her tears falling as she pushed me, pointing to words on the paper about how my dick tasted on someone else's tongue. How she loved the sounds I made when I came. A blow job with some random groupie had ruined my chance of love and it made me burn with shame.
Robin was at the show as vengeance, to make me feel as small as I had made her feel but there was only so much of it that I could take and she must have known that. But she didn't seem to care as she let this strange man hold her close, his mouth opening and his tongue swirling around my girl's mouth with such possessive ease.
Slash tried to grab me before I dove off stage, my bass strap ripping off as he fell backwards. Axl was ready to jump in with me, Izzy stepped back probably thinking that he hadn’t signed up to join the circus when making Guns N Roses but it was clear disappointment with what we turned out to be.
People gasped as Steven jumped on my back, throwing me off balance and three members of the band were laying on stage as Axl swore in the mic instead of singing and Izzy played the rhythm guitar to the pandemonium of our lives.
I cut my eye on something, the blood was blurring my vision as I touched a hand to it, not seeing Robin in the crowd anymore and feeling the agonizing break of my heart as I thought I’d never see her again.
“You need stitches.” a wet cloth was pressed to my head and tetheh familiar smell of jasmine and lilies overpowered me.
I had bought her that perfume for her birthday and part of me let myself read too much into it knowing that she still wore the scent. Her eyes were hard, not the soft shining gemstones that had been plucked from a mine and deposited in her heavenly form. She was still furious with me but her expression also showed she was worried about me.
“It hurts.” I was playing it up and if she knew it she wasn’t letting me know. Her fingers dabbed the wet cloth, looking at the way the red bled through and sighing thankful as a medic came over, ushering me off stage, “Please don’t leave me alone.” she knew I couldn’t handle the crisis, I was too anxious to deal with all the stress of explaining medical history and knowing the right answers the doctors would ask me.
I was stupid enough to reach for her hand, like a little boy needing the grasp of someones fingers against mine. Robin slid her hand in mine, sitting beside me as someone started to clean and numb the cut, doing on the fly stitches as I hissed in discomfort.
“It’s okay. You’re okay.” her thumb stroked my fingers, her voice soothing me as I thought about how to apologize to her for the worst mistake of my life. The solid feeling of her beside me, helping me through all of this when she had also kind of been the cause for the chaos to erupt on stage.
Stealing a glance at her she was less stoic and more worried, even with the blood cleaned up. It was the first time I had seen her hurt without all the extra emotion added to it. Her worry and fear are so plain on her face, without any mask or thought to cover it.
“Can we talk after the show?” she could have said about what, or no. Maybe even gave me one of her sarcastic answers but she just nodded her head solemnly, like she knew that we had to talk about things. Like she understood that our souls had been crafted to adore one another, that our hearts chose to love one person and they were next to us right now.
“Are you going to be okay to finish?” She was walking me to the edge of the stage, the three songs I missed bringing us closer to the end of the show and closer to being able to talk to Robin about things that shouldn’t have ever happened.
Her hand was still in mine so I gave it a reassuring squeeze, knowing that I wanted to kiss her but I couldn’t do that yet. It might be a very long time before she let me kiss her again. But I was willing to wait for her to trust me again. I knew I deserved to be put through the tests and I planned to ace them all.
“I’m going to be okay as long as you’re here.” she rolled her eyes at teh cheesy line and didn't hide her smile quick enough from me. I can see she thinks the comment is cute but I also know Robin enough to know she would rather die than admit it.
“I’ll be here when you’re done.” and that was all that she needed to say to give me the confidence to finish the show.
I just hoped I didn't see the guy still in the crowd because I knew I would try to fight him and my stitches would open.
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𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠
thank you for the tag @camillenrose my beloved!!
answer the questions and tag nine people (if you have nine people, which i don't... think i do...?)! i'll be tagging @macabremoons, @scumpleforeskin, @1carusflew, @thesorrowed, @jiya-jale, and @the-losers-are-still-losing! no pressure if you don't want to, as always!
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currently listening to: a youtube video criticizing girl defined bc i hate girl defined ("girl defined discuss gender, babies, and more modelling" by rachel oates)
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currently reading: it's so easy: and other lies by duff mckagan
currently watching: narcos s3 (finally started it... I'M STILL NOT READY FOR THIS SHOW TO BE DONE LMAO)
currently consuming: nothing, but i'm gonna have dinner soon, i'll probably have some hotdish or something
currently craving: for the perfect names for some new ocs to magically pop into my head
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Summertime Sadness
After all, he was never hers.
She was just his sweet moment in time, a magical placebo to conjure euphoria to spill into his veins, tangled up with him for a few blissful hours. Fleeting away like the summer, slipping from her fingers like satin...
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Suspension week blues Duff x Frankie
More of teenage Frankie McKagan
Warnings: punching, high school bullshit, parental issues, mentions of therapy, little angst
I was eating lunch with my best friend, Katelin trying to finish some math homework.
“I hate babysitting my brothers, they’re so stupid”, Katelin whined. “Katie, hey. You’re still on #15 and it’s due next period”, I giggled.
“I don’t know why her dad is still touring. I mean he’s just a washed up rockstar”, my ex, Brandon howled. Making me look up at him, “Oh hi Frankie. Didn’t see ya there, this is Emily”, he introduced me to the ginger girl. “Anyways. Yeah he was drunk and could barely play right. The singer is an asshole, but her daddy is a major drunk” Brandon started walking off
“Hey fuckface!”, I yelled
Brandon smirked
I punched his nose, the whole cafeteria went silent after Emily’s screams and broken nose. I was on top of him punching him, “Shut your fucking mouth!”
“Miss McKagan!”
“It’s over!”, I seen Mr. Stevens pulling me of Brandon
I was sitting with some kid who was in trouble too, my father and step mother walked in. Dad and I made eye contact. He was pissed.
“Dad. Hey”, I stood up but he walked in the office ignoring me. Susan gave a sad smile. “Frankie”, the assistant principal called for me.
“How mad does he look?”, I asked her. “You probably won’t a car or social life for a good while”, she gave me small pat on my shoulder.
“Now your daughter is a good student, but if I don’t do any punishment the boy’s parents are gonna sue the school. I don’t want to but I have no choice”
“He started it! Call Kaitlin Morris in here”, I gasped
“Frankie, sit down and be quiet!”, Dad raised his voice. I was shocked, he wasn’t fighting for me or demanding that boy’s head on a stick.
“Daddy”, I whispered, Susan heard me thou. “Do something”, I mouthed at her.
“I can suspend her for a week”
“No! My scholarship to Alabama!”, I groaned
“Well you should have thought about that when you pounced on him. Now sit down!”, Dad snapped.
“Who are you? Cause my dad would be demanding Brandon to suspended not me. Fine suspend me, but act like your my father and you care. And right now you’re being a shitty father! Thanks for not being protector!”, I stormed out
“Frankie!” Susan got up
I beat them home well I was at my mothers
“He sat there and didn’t defend me or anything! He’s a shitty dad”, I cried.
“Honey, he loves you very much. Why he didn’t come there guns blazing I don’t know. But I do know he loves you”, my mother said.
“Guess, I’m hurt that he acted like that. But Brandon was talking mad shit about him. How he used to be drunk 24/7 and he’s a washed up rockstar. I was defending my family. Maybe I was hurt from him and what he did to me but he had no right to shit talk my father”, I whined.
“Hello?” My mother answered
“Yes, she is with me. Don’t worry I’m sending her your way, but you should really hear her side”
“I gotta go huh?”, I asked
“Now not, but he’s expecting you, love”, she smiled
“I’m sorry to take you away from work, just needed one parent to listen. Thank you mama”, I kissed her cheek. “Love you franks” “love you too mama”
I pulled into the driveway an hour later
“At least the girls won’t be home”
Dad was sitting at the bar talking to Susan
“Good luck”, Susan whispered as she passed
“You have 2 minutes go”
“Okay.. Katie and I were finishing homework and he waltzed over with some red head. He was talking about how you drunk in guns and that you were just washed up old rockstar. I’m sorry I let my emotions get in the way, but he ain’t doing that and getting away with it. So I’m sorry for defending your name, but I did it anyways” I said. He looked at me
“Frankie, I’ve been in the spotlight since I was 24. I’ve heard people make up a ton of shit about me and my career. But I let them because I know I can’t change the past but who cares. I know what I know is true. I appreciate you defending my honor, but I don’t care what some 17 year old jock has to say. I remember him gushing over me when you brought him home” dad said.
“So are you mad or what?”
“No but I’m disappointed in you. I raised you better, your mother taught you better. And yes your grounded! No laptop, you are only allowed to drive to school and back home. I’m off for a month so you’ll be with me at the gym when you’re not in school. Don’t be stupid and let your emotions get the best of you like today. Go to your room”, he stood up
“At least I’m alive”, I sighed and walked to my room
“Frankie! Frankie!” Mae busted in
“Mae, what have I told you about not knocking!”, I yelled. “I’m sorry Frankie, just wanted to come play”
“I can’t, Mae”
“Why?”
“I’m grounded”
“Why?”
“I got in a fight at school and dad grounded me”
“Why?”
“Mae!” I picked her up, placing her with dad on the couch. He smirked. “Keep your rug rats out of my room”, I sighed stomping upstairs.
It was 5am when dad busted in
“Rise and shine, Frankie!”, he yelled
“Go away!”
“Gym time!”, he yanked the blanket off of me
I whined, “Dadd”
“Frankkkiee” “get dressed”
“It’s too early to be up”, i sighed as we walked outside to the car.
We pulled up to the dojo, he brought me to workout, I’m gonna die today.
“Awh you brought little McKagan before school”, Benji smiled. “No, she’s got herself suspended for a week” Duff said. “What for?” “She jumped her ex for talking about me”
He clicked his tongue, “Little McKagan, don’t play into your emotions”
“I’m leaving”, I turned my heels
Dad grabbed me before I leave, “How’s torturing me physically gonna help me?” I whined as he brought me back to Benji. “You’ll see, princess”, he said sitting me down on my feet.
Benji wrapped my knuckles and hands, “If you let me leave now I won’t tell him” I smiled
“Nice try little one”
“Frankie!”
We got in the ring, “How is sparing gonna help me control my emotions?” I scoffed.
He had his blocking gloves on as I stood there with my gloves on. “Come”
“I don’t want to”, I sighed.
“Didn’t take you as weak, Frankie”
“Well I showed I was strong and it made my father not appreciate it so”, I rolled my eyes.
“He appreciates it, little one. I’ve taught him to hold control on his emotions. Come”
“Then why do I have to be tortured?”
“Frankie Alice”, Dad yelled.
“Switch, she’s not ready”
Dad climbed over the rope
“Rather be listening to snape teach chemistry”, I sighed as I climbed down.
After 3 hrs we left the gym
“Dad, can we talk? Like adults”, I asked he turned on the sunset strip. “Long as you act like an adult”
“I’ve done some thinking, maybe it wasn’t just Brandon talking about you. Im still hurt about how he did me and everything that happened. Believe me, I don’t want be known as a hot head like Axl. So I’m sorry I embarrassed the family but I did it for love”
Dad looked at me, “He did do you dirty, but you shouldn’t have went low. I understand being young and in love and some times you get burnt. I can put in therapy and get benji to help you as well”
“Thank you, dad. Love you”, I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“Love you too, Franks”
We walked in the studio where Slash and Izzy were at
“You think he’ll stay around?”
“I’m hoping your godfather does. He’s a good musician and songwriter” Dad gave a weak smile.
“Why are you in school, pumpkin?” Izzy asked as we walked in. “I got suspended”
“Suspended?”, Slash asked.
“I jumped my ex for talking shit about dad” I sat down. Izzy smirked and Slash laughed.
“You aren’t helping her learn her lesson”, Dad huffed.
“Didn’t you jump your ex wife’s new fiancé?”, Izzy asked, rolling his eyes.
“Come on, Frankie. I’m taking you home, you can help Susan there”, Dad said.
“Dad please! I haven’t seen Uncle Izzy in forever, guess I’m more like you than I thought. That was 20 years ago, who cares if you did that or not”, I looked him in the eyes.
Slash nodded at his best friend
The studio owner’s nephew decided to come in and like he owned it.
“Never seen you around. What’s your name, pretty girl?”, he asked as I rolled my eyes at Izzy.
Izzy smirked as he strummed his guitar
“Frankie”
“You look a little young to be a groupie” he smirked
“The bass player is my father actually. Besides I don’t like short guys”, I smirked, watching the smirk on his face drop. Izzy held a laugh in.
“Well if you ever change your mind”, he dropped a card on my lap as he walked out.
“First all of ew. Second of all eww”, I laughed as he shut the door
“I don’t know who you act like more your mother or father”, Izzy laughed.
“Wow Roger Greffen” I snorted as dad walked out.
“What?”
“Greffen’s great nephew gave Frankie his number and asked her out”, Izzy replied.
“After he realized I wasn’t a groupie”
Dad’s face dropped
“Alright we’re leaving for real. We have to pick the girls up, Sus is stuck in a meeting”
“Okay.. It was nice seeing you, izzy love you”, I kissed his cheek. “Love you too, pumpkin”
“Bye Frankie. Don’t go breaking anymore teenage boys’ noses”, slash yelled as we left
“He’s never gonna let that go is he?”
“Maybe in a month or two” Dad smiled.
“Frankie!” Mae smiled as she got in her car seat.
“You need help Mae Mae?”, I asked.
“No I got it!” “Mae, where’s Grace?”
“Oh she’s with her teacher”, Mae smiled as she held her doll up.
“Can one child stay out of trouble for a week?”
“I’ll be back.. Don’t unlock the doors no matter what” Dad sighed as he got out.
“Where’s daddy going, Frankie?” Mae asked
“To get Gigi. So we can go home”
Grace was crying as Dad held her walking our way
“Hey little G”
I looked at dad
“Bad day” he mouthed
I pointed at my eye
He nodded. Kids were giving Grace hell for her eye condition, so what it went in some. But kids are assholes. Wish I could stop it for her
Grace and Mae were playing in the living room as I watching the Kardashians
“No tv is either”, Dad turned it off as he walked in
“Kim was getting married again!” I whined
He shrugged, “I’m on my 3rd wife, weddings are the same”
“How long am I grounded for?”
“I’m still thinking about it”
“Can I go to Alabama to be an engineer at least?”
“Yes only because I spent 50,000 already” Dad smirked.
“Daddy? What’s an engineer?” Mae asked
“Yeah sounds boring” Grace giggled
“Says the one who wants to marry Justin Bieber” I scoffed as I leaned on his shoulder
“No! It’s Harry styles” Grace scoffed
“I apologize, your Grace”, I rolled my eyes
Dad smiled
3 days later
My body was screaming at me, the dojo killed me and brought me back again to die.
“Kill me” I whined as I climbed in the hot bath
There was a knock
“Yes?”
“Frankie” Grace said as she opened the door
She sat next to the tub with a sad look on her face
“Yes hello kitty?”
“What’s wrong with me?” She asked
“Nothing, g. You are perfect in every way possible” I grabbed her hand
“Then why do they make fun of my eye?”
I was silent
“Kids are mean, Grace. There’s just people out there at like to pick on people or start drama for no reason. But you shouldn’t let that bother you, they want it to bother us. It makes them feel good because they’re so miserable themselves”
She smiled.. “But you should let them win like that, they get what they want then. Believe me, I know it’s hard to not get angry or upset. Don’t be like me and feed into it. You Grace Elizabeth are so gorgeous, your flaw doesn’t define you. This does” I pointed at her heart. “Be a good person, okay. Dad has raised us to be good people to others”
She smiled and reaches over to hug me, “You’re the best big sister ever”
“I try to be, sweetheart” I smiled.
“When am I gonna get boobs like you?” She asked
I snorted, “Soon maybe? They’re not all that, Gigi”
“I know we have different mommies but maybe I’ll have them like you” she blushed.
“Grace! Bath time”, Susan yelled. “Go on, I’ll come tell you and Mae good night”, I kissed her temple.
I was downstairs getting a drink
“Here” Dad sat down my laptop, phone, car keys.
“You sure?” I turned around
“Yes, I know what’s like to be young and dumb. And I heard what you told Grace in your bathroom. I could hear it in your voice you learned your lesson”
“Thank you. What did I miss on game of thrones?” I smiled.
“Not much. Get some sleep gym is early”
“Dad?”
He turned around
“Could I go to Pilates with Sus instead?”
“Sure kid”
I walked up and hugged his waist
“Thank you for being the best father I could ever have in this lifetime. I know I wasn’t east to raise but you did an amazing job”
“Of course, it’s my job and I love you” he smiled
“Why the sudden soap story?”
“Going cross country for school is coming too soon.. just missing you already” I smiled with tears in my eyes. “It’s gonna be okay”

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