The Kidnapping Of The Drummer

【Axl N' Slash ❣】

literally me and her ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

➶♡ @missmaytona POOKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :333

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Guns N Roses: Dust N' Bones Live | The Ritz 1991

Guns N' Roses - Mr. Brownstone - Live at the ritz 88

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I did not mean to post those Poolverine incorrect quotes here… whoopsie

He Used to be Mine

Description: Slash realizes his mistake of losing Axl.

Relationships: Axl Rose x Slash, Axl Rose x Izzy Stradlin, Steven Adler x Slash

Prompt: “Are you jealous?” (Day 15)

Part 8 of “You’re My Red Rose”

(Even though this is a fluff prompt, I’m turning it into angst. Sorry. )

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Slash sat on the black, leather couch in the recording studio. Steven was snuggled up against him, head lying on his shoulder. It was going to be a long night. Not only was the behind on recording, but he had to go on with Axl on his mind. The one he let get away. Hearing that he was married and had a small family on his own both broke his heart and brought him joy. Slash had seen with his own two eyes how his home life was. He was glad he had managed to get away from that and better himself. It broke him because he knew that he used to be his.

He looked over at Steven, angry that it wasn’t Axl that had his arms around him. Axl should’ve been his. They should’ve been married with a child. However, he fucking ruined it because..well, he didn’t even know why he was avoiding them. He guessed it was the fear of him getting in trouble with his father. Seeing his stepfather not be afraid to pull out a gun showed that he wouldn’t be afraid to pull it on his own family. He thought he was protecting him from harm when, in reality, he was hurting him even more. Slash was the only person that cared about him that wasn’t a child. He no longer had that after that night his father came to get him.

He left him to fend for himself. Axl deserved to be married to someone else. Someone who wouldn’t leave him in the dust. He hoped that his husband gives him and their daughter all the love and care Axl never got when he was younger.

Gene and Paul Stanley having comfort sex? Gene Complimenting and worshiping him, Making him feel Loved and Appreciated after the Awful day he has had plz? ^^

The Pick Me Up

Gene/Paul, stardemon, Paul just had a lousy time, Gene is there for him, I think i implied this is Revenge era

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Paul pouted, looking at his reflection in the mirror and observing all of the little details of his face. He sure wasn't looking much younger anymore, and he'd let himself grow facial hair for once in his career. He sighed through his nose, shaking his head and brushing out a few tangles that had formed in his long hair. Nothing in particular had happened today, Paul just wasn't feeling all too hot. Some days he was great, energized, excited, ready to conquer anything in his path. Other days, he just felt awful, sluggish, tired, especially after messing up during practice earlier in the day. He didn't usually fuck things up like that. Paul leaned against the door and slid down to the floor, rubbing his temples. He jolted when he heard a knock on the bathroom door, grabbing the counter for support as he pulled himself up and opened the door.

"Sorry for taking so long."

"Hey no, it's alright." Gene mumbled gently to him, observing his face. "I think you need a break."

"Ditto."

The other man held his arms out toward Paul, embracing him in a warm and loving hug.

"Let me treat you tonight. You deserve it, especially after all of the rough shit we've been through lately."

"Gene, don't spend any money on me-"

"Never said I would need to."

He pushed a strand of hair behind his right ear, pressing a gentle, feather-light kiss to his cheek, opting for his lips instead, giving them a soft peck. A grin pulled at Paul's lips.

"I trust you."

Gene was pleased with that, taking his hands and coaxing him out to their bedroom, laying him back onto the pillows and silky bed sheets.

"Just let me take care of you tonight, my star prince."

He started removing the top Paul was wearing, pecking his lips over and over, hands wandering the expanse of chest hair, fingers ghosting over his nipples. Paul relaxed into him, letting out soft breaths and laying back on the pillows, like a pillow prince. Gene pressed heated kisses to his throat, pulling his pants down to follow the shirt in a pile next to them.

"Look at you.. look how beautiful your body is.. these damn hips." His hands held Paul's hips as he talked, then further down. "You're so gorgeous, Paul. Even 20 years after knowing you, you still look radiant."

"You flatter me, Gene." He giggled lightly.

He grinned, shimmying boxers down his thighs, pushing them off and freeing the frontman's cock. His left hand rummaged through their bedside table drawer, pulling a small bottle of lube out. He clicked the top open, pouring just enough over Paul's tip to help with slicking it up, fingers already getting to work, gliding up and down the length, spreading the lube around. Paul let out a pleased groan from his throat. Gene leaned forward, kissing him lovingly as his wrist moved to provide him all the pleasure.

"You're so stunning.. you've worked so hard lately, you really deserve this." He whispered to him, now kissing his jawline.

He shuddered, hands moving up to Gene's hair and brushing it through his fingers.

"Gene..~"

"Shh, baby, let me do this for you~"

His strokes picked up pace just slightly, whispering more praise and peppering kisses all over Paul's body, leaving no inch of his skin untouched and unloved. Even as he got closer, Gene had his full attention to his wants and needs, encouraging him to come as much as he needed, until he made an absolute mess of himself. Both were panting, Paul leaning up for another loving kiss, moaning happily into Gene's mouth, then caressing the side of his face, fingers scratching lightly at the facial hair that Gene too had grown.

"I love you so much."

The bassist smirked, getting nose to nose with him. "I love you too."

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You are not hard to love (Nikki x Tommy)

A/N: Spiritual sequel to this one but can be read as stand alone too. I’m always super insecure about posting my fic here because to my brain they just suck ™

Summary:  Recovery isn’t easy and Nikki knew it, but fuck he didn’t expect to be so hard. Especially he didn’t expected to feel like he was poison his sweet Tommy.

The rain was falling down slowly and Nikki loved that. He always found it relaxing almost comforting meanwhile Tommy hated when it was raining, everything was too dark and gloomy for him.

Hearing the little drops falling down always helped the bassist to sleep better, but this time it wasn’t enough. His mind has been tormenting him all day and the cravings got so much worse, during the AA meeting the therapist told him that he used drugs to escape from his past. Heroin made him numb and gave him the illusion to have control over his haunting memories.

So many people believed in the “ they can get better for me” fairytale when their partner decides to get clean but that’s nothing easy when it comes to that, life isn’t peaches and cream… addictions don’t go away just like that, and most importantly you have to get better for yourself first.

Just because he went to rehab and now he was going to AA meetings it didn’t mean he still didn’t get cravings. Actually right now it was even worse because he was digging down to the core and he couldn’t use anything to distract himself.

Just him and his past.

Shame and guilt were constantly haunting him since that night after his death, when Tommy broke down in his arms. Tommy, the poor boy had to put up with him every day and he had no idea how many times he kept the drummer wake because he needed to be comforted after a nightmare, or how many times he held his hair while he was puking ( sometimes he even puked on the poor Tommy), he lost count of all the times he hugged him when he was freezing.

He noticed how Tommy wanted to help him and how sad he was to see him struggling, but he was no superhero he couldn’t always rescue him even if in Nikki’s eyes he was his savior.

Almost as Tommy could hear his thoughts he heard him walking into the living room, hugging Nikki from behind.

“Baby it’s early, what are you doing awake?” The bassist asked surprised, Tommy was anything but an early bird.

“It’s raining and I can’t sleep if you are not hugging me, you know that. Why are you still awake?” He gently started to rub circles on Nikki’s back.

“ I couldn’t sleep, you know rain calms me…”

“Polar opposites I guess, you love it and I hate it”

Nikki couldn’t help but smile a little, however the guilt came back quickly. It wasn’t only that it felt like he was poisoning the younger man, forcing him to live one of the worst experience of his life just because he loved the bassist.

Tommy was happy and bubbly, easily excited and a child at heart meanwhile Nikki was just a fucked up, a junkie coming from a broken home who never knew what love was until he met Tommy. Why  was he even bothering wasting his time with him? He was damaged goods… too broken to be repaired.

Sure he was taking his life back together but he knew he was bound to fail.

“Why are you doing this Tommy?” Nikki whispered loud enough for Tommy to hear him.

“Doing what?”

“Keep putting up with me, why?” He looked so confused, it wasn’t possible for him that somebody cared for him like that.

“ I already told you Nikki…” Tommy always tried to deviate the conversation but Nikki was sick of this, his brain was filled with self-hatred and he felt the anger raising.

“ No Tommy I don’t fucking know it because you always avoid telling me!” He scoffed.

Irritability. It was a constant, the cravings made him angry and not being able to have control made him frustrated, unfortunately most of the time Tommy was the victim of his wrath. See? Another fucking reason to leave him for good.

He was a lunatic out of his mind and the hurt look on Tommy’s face made him sick. Fucking cunt, what the fuck are you doing?!

“What do you want me to do, leave you alone like everyone else did? Shouldn’t you have learned by now that you can’t push me away?!”

His voice was firm and his grip tightened around Nikki almost as he was scared the bassist could run away.

“Don’t you fucking get it? If you stay with me I’m going to break you! Don’t you see the mess I’m now? It will only get worse and you’re going to get stuck with a mental case!”

Those words were filled with venom, it was so easy for him to get angry at himself almost comforting in a twisted way because that’s what he was used to, being comforted and helped didn’t feel right. That’s why he pushed Tommy away, to prevent to get hurt and feeling all the emotions he was hiding.

“If you think that getting away from you is going to help me in any way, then you must have forgotten how bad I was feeling when you came back from the hospital.”

Nikki couldn’t forget it even if he tried. The dead light in Tommy’s eyes, he tears on his cheeks, when he confessed that we wanted to be dead if Nikki wasn’t alive anymore. There was no way out, he either hurt Tommy by being with him or by leaving him.

“You’re not a waste of time” Tommy said it like it was the easiest thing ever and Nikki wanted to scream because these were just lies.

“Don’t…”

“You are not too hard to love, you deserve love”

No no, I fucking don’t! Everybody shoved me that I don’t, every single person who was supposed to love me didn’t! How could you say that?!

“ I fucking love you. I chose to be with you and I choose you, all of you even the painful parts, even the parts you think are fucked up.” Tommy’s heart was pounding, scared to have pushed things too far and Nikki’s silence was just adding more anxiety.

The bassist lift his gaze but he was absolutely terrified until he felt a tiny tear falling down his cheek, without even thinking Tommy took him into his arms and Nikki melted into his embrace. He buried  his head in the other man’s chest and let it all out, Tommy was silent and he was grateful for that because words were useless right now.

“It’s okay Nikki, you can let it all out” a voice inside him said while his boyfriend was gently petting his hair.

He had no idea how much time has passed, he felt exhausted but Tommy’s arms were still holding him and his words floating in his mind.

“You are not hard to love”

“I choose you, all of you”

How was he supposed to believe that? How could Tommy say it so openly? How could he love him so easily?

“Do you want to get to bed?” Tommy asked, rubbing his back.

“ Can we… can we stay here?” Nikki felt so pathetic for asking that, he wasn’t a small child for fuck’s sake, but the drummer didn’t say anything, just stretched his arm and grabbed a blanket to put over them.

The sound of the rain and Tommy’s steady heartbeat calmed him down enough to close his eyes. He took his boyfriend’s hand in his and spoke to him.

“Tommy”

“Uh?!”

“ I love you so fucking much. You are the best thing happened to me” It was a whisper but he knew Tommy heard it.

“ You are not alone, I won’t leave you alone”.

Tommy’s voice was firm and even if Nikki’s trust issues made him doubt he knew his boyfriend really mean it. He stuck with him even during possibly the hardest period of his life, so why would he leave when things would get easier?

Maybe he just had to let himself go, let Tommy and his love get inside him without any fear.

“You won’t hurt me?” It was a desperate whisper but he needed to know.

“ I won’t hurt you Nikki, I promise.”

Nikki looked him in the eyes and he knew he could believe him.

Is it just me ?

Is it just me or does anyone else have this problem ?

I search up Alice Cooper and I get the one from Riverdale.

What I want is Alice Cooper the musician.

Like I want Alice Cooper x reader, but what I get is riverdale.

Does anyone have advice?

Medusa (Nikki/Tommy)

A new fic here. A sort of Greek mythology AU, featuring a sad Nikki and a cute Tommy. Oh and also, soulmates trope!

I hope you’ll like it, let me know what tou think about it!

Plot: Nikki and Tommy have been friends for a few months now, but Nikki has never shown his eyes. There’s a secret behind this.

Warnings: mentions of past abuse, mention of rape (in the context of a Greek myth)

The first time Tommy had met Nikki they were in a bar, and the drummer hadn’t seen his eyes. It was a boiling Saturday in Los Angeles and, despite the temperatures, Sixx was in full glam mode, dressed in black leather, with jet-black hair, black everything. Tommy looked kinda stupid in his high-waisted tight denim and yellow shirt. Figuring something out about Sixx had been nearly impossible since that dark and thick fringe made it impossible to see Nikki’s eyes. Like a curtain on the stage of an unknown theatre, like a cloud hiding a mysterious moon that could move seas.

Even when they started hanging out regularly, Nikki never took hair away from his face. It seemed like he wanted to avoid eye contact, so Tommy thought he had some strange issues. Though, after a few months of friendship, Lee still hadn’t seen the older’s eyes.

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