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PROLOGUE
w.c 1.2k
tags. original female character, mentions of smoking, busy work environment, i don't think theres any more warnings. this chapter is pretty tame but duff is smitten.
a/n. once again thank you all for the support and encouragement on my works! i put in a lot of time and effort and i hope you all enjoy them as much as i do writing them. feedback is always appreciated!
taglist. @prettypersuasion, @creepindeaathh, @nelnroses, @hyperiondickrider, @hollywoodroses, @tranquilitybasegrunge. if you would like to be added/removed from my taglist, send me an ask!
pinned so fine masterlist next chapter
Los Angeles smelled different.
Back in Seattle, the air was damp with rain, laced with the sharp bite of gasoline and coffee. Here, everything was drier, hotter—like a sunbaked concrete jungle mixed with car exhaust, grilled meat, and something vaguely metallic from the kitchen vents.
Duff McKagan had only been in LA for a few weeks, and the reality of it was setting in fast: dreams didn't pay rent. He needed money, and fast, which was why he was standing in front of a steakhouse instead of playing bass in some dingy club.
Black Angus wasn't exactly where he pictured himself when he decided to move here, but his brother, Bruce McKagan, had a job lined up for him—but not on the dining room floor. Oh no, his day-glo blue hair was too distracting. Duff's new job: dishwasher. It wasn't glamorous, but neither was being homeless.
With a long, deep breath, Duff pushed open the heavy wooden double doors and stepped inside.
The noise hit him first—forks clinking against plates, the low murmur of conversation, waitresses calling out orders. The kitchen, partially visible from where he stood, was alive with movement: flames flaring up from the grill, line cooks moving in a well-rehearsed dance, the clatter of pans slamming onto burners.
And then—
"Look who finally showed up," a familiar voice called.
Duff turned as Bruce emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a rag. His older brother was dressed in the standard manager get-up: button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled, hair slightly disheveled, expression hovering between amused and vaguely exasperated.
"You look a bit lost," Bruce smirked.
"Just taking it all in," Duff said, shoving his hands into his jean pockets.
Bruce clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Welcome to the glamorous world of dishwashing, little brother."
Duff snorted. "Yeah, can't fuckin' wait."
Bruce grinned and jerked his head toward the back. "Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone."
The kitchen was hotter than the front of the restaurant, thick with the smell of butter, charred meat, and something greasy sizzling in the fryer. Steam curled from the dish pit where another worker was elbow-deep in sudsy water, stacking plates onto a drying rack.
"Alright," Bruce said, steering Duff past the prep station where a guy with a cigarette hanging from his lips was aggressively chopping onions. "That's Tony—he preps in the afternoons and works the line at night. Don't piss him off."
Tony didn't even glance up from his cutting board, but he grunted in acknowledgment.
Bruce continued walking. "That's Manny on grill, Paula on fryers—"
The introductions blurred together, a mix of names, faces, and brief nods. The kitchen was a well-oiled machine, and Duff was pretty sure he was about to be the next wrench thrown into it.
And then—
"This is Cynthia."
Duff turned, and for a second, the noise of the kitchen faded into the background.
She was leaning against the counter near the order window, flipping through a notepad, her pen tapping absently against the stainless steel. Her blonde hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame her face. She had a sharpness to her—something about the way she carried herself, like she had everything handled and didn't need anyone's help.
When Bruce said her name, she glanced up, her brown eyes flicking toward Duff for the briefest moment before dropping back to her notepad.
"Cynthia," Bruce said, "this is my brother, Duff. He's the new dishwasher."
She gave a small, barely interested nod. "Cool."
Duff felt like he should say something—anything. "Uh, nice to meet you."
"Yeah, you too." She didn't look up.
Bruce smirked. "If you have any questions, ask me or Cynthia."
At that, Cynthia finally looked at Duff properly. Her gaze wasn't unkind, just assessing—like she was trying to determine if he was worth acknowledging.
"Just don't get in my way, and we'll get on fine," she retorted.
Then she was gone, striding toward the dining area, already focused on something else.
Duff exhaled. "She's... efficient."
Bruce snorted. "Don't take it personal. She's been here a while—knows this place inside and out. You? You're just another new guy."
"Right. Another dishwasher she won't remember by next week."
Bruce clapped him on the back. "That's up to you, kid."
Dishwashing was exactly as awful as Duff expected.
The sink water was too hot, the plates were crusted with food that had no business existing, and the steam from the dish machine made everything feel soggy. His fingers were already bright red and pruny, his arms sore from scrubbing.
Still, it wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was Cynthia.
Not in a bad way—just in a distracting way.
Duff caught himself watching her more than once, though he tried to be subtle about it. She was quick on her feet, moving between tables and the kitchen with practiced ease. Her voice cut through the noise whenever she called out an order or shot back a sarcastic remark at the cooks.
Cynthia was confident. Unshakable. Completely at home in the chaos.
Duff, on the other hand, was struggling to keep up with the never-ending pile of dishes.
At one point, Cynthia came back to the kitchen to grab a refill. On impulse, Duff decided to try and talk to her.
"So, uh... Cynthia, do you like working here?" Duff liked the way her name felt in his mouth—soft but steady, like a melody that stuck even after the song was over.
She barely glanced at him as she filled a glass with Coke. "It's a job."
"Right." He scrubbed at a stubborn stain on a plate. "Seems kinda crazy."
She let out a dry laugh. "You should see weekends."
Duff smiled, encouraged. "Guessing it's not your dream job either?"
"Dreams don't pay rent."
He hesitated. "Yeah, but if you could do anything else, what would it be?"
For a second, Cynthia looked at him like she might actually answer.
Instead, she grabbed the drink and walked off.
Duff sighed. Strike one.
By closing time, Duff was exhausted. His back ached, his arms were sore, and his shirt was damp from the heat of the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Cynthia, looked as composed as ever. She was leaning against the counter, talking to another waitress, her laughter carrying over the low hum of the closing shift.
Duff didn't realize he was staring until Bruce walked up beside him.
"You survived," Bruce said.
"Barely."
Bruce halfheartedly chuckled. "You'll get the hang of it."
Duff rubbed the back of his neck. "Place is busier than I expected."
"You should see Saturdays." Bruce glanced over at Cynthia, then back at Duff. "What do you think?"
"About what?"
Bruce raised a confused eyebrow. "The job."
"Oh. Uh—yeah. It's fine." Duff paused. "It's work."
Bruce studied him for a second, then shook his head, amused. "Right."
Duff wasn't sure what Bruce was implying, but he didn't ask. Instead, he stretched, rolling out his sore shoulders.
Across the room, Cynthia grabbed her denim jacket, slinging it over one shoulder effortlessly. As she turned, the dim dining room light shined a few pins fastened to the fabric—one of them the unmistakable winged logo of Aerosmith. The red and white design was a little faded, edges worn like it had been there for years.
Duff's lips quirked slightly. Aerosmith. He wouldn't have pegged her as a fan, but then again, he didn't know much about her—not yet.
She disappeared through the door without a second glance.
But he had a feeling he'd be learning soon enough.
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SO FINE, a duff mckagan story.
pairing. duff mckagan x original female character
synopsis. it's 1984, and duff mckagan, a 20-year-old punk rocker from seattle, moves to los angeles to chase his rockstar dreams. but reality hits hard—he needs a job. thanks to his brother, he lands a gig as a dishwasher at black angus, a steakhouse.
enter: cynthia atkins, an 18-year-old waitress who's been working there since she was 16. she's tough, smart, and has zero patience for wannabe rockstars. when duff sees her for the first time, he's instantly smitten, almost knocked over by how perfect she is.
despite his awkward attempts to get her attention, cynthia isn't impressed by his punk rocker hair or measly music dreams. but as the two spend more time together, they start to see there's more to each other than they thought. can duff balance trying to get a band together and his growing feelings for cynthia? or will they pull away before they get started?
status. on-going, updates every monday.
tags. female original character, a lot of cussing (gnr-typical), heavy depictions of mental health issues (post-traumatic stress disorder, depression, bipolar, anxiety), depictions of childhood trauma, period typical misogyny, drug & alcohol abuse (seriously, it's a duff fic), slow burn, NSFW themes (eventual smut? who knows..) references to past abuse and assault (physical, mental, sexual in reference to children and adults), depictions of panic attacks due to anxiety and substance abuse.
additional warnings will be marked at the beginning of each chapter—please be mindful! also i have decided i will post 'so fine' here on tumblr as well as AO3 and wattpad, which are linked below.
links. AO3, wattpad.
: ̗̀➛ 00. prologue.
: ̗̀➛ 01. she talks to angels.
CHAPTER 3 | KILL 'EM ALL.
w.c. 3.8k
tags. original female character, mild period-typical misogyny (it’s the late 1980s), some cussing, slowburn, arguing, possessive/slight controlling behavior via mc’s boyfriend, toxic masculinity/insecurity, manipulative behavior via mc’s boyfriend, smoking, if there’s anything else to be added let me know!
a/n. hey all! i hope you all enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it. you’ll have to bear with me for the first few chapters in the beginning, as i’m trying to naturally and realistically flesh out everyone’s story while writing the real life people “in character.” i’m expecting to start the legit drama SOON just.. let me enjoy my slowburn.
taglist. @prettypersuasion, @creepindeaathh, @nelnroses, @hyperiondickrider, @hollywoodroses, @tranquilitybasegrunge
you can find chapter three on wattpad and AO3, linked under the respective platforms aforementioned.
last two previous chapters:
chapter one: welcome to the jungle - wattpad and AO3.
chapter two: terror 'n tinseltown - wattpad and AO3.
hey all! i have had a few other ideas for another GNR fanfic for about three weeks now and I can’t seem to get it out of my head. I was wondering if I do end up writing it, which plot sounds more interesting/who would be the romantic lead?
DUFF: it’s 1984, and duff mckagan, a 20-year-old musician from seattle, moves to LA to chase his rockstar dreams. but reality hits hard—he needs a job. thanks to his brother, he lands a gig as a dishwasher at black angus, a steakhouse.
enter: claudia atkins, an 18-year-old waitress who’s been working there since she was 16. she’s tough, smart, and has zero patience for wannabe rockstars. when duff sees her for the first time, he’s instantly smitten, almost knocked over by how perfect she is.
despite his awkward attempts to get her attention, claudia isn’t impressed by his punk hair or measly rock dreams. but as the two spend more time together, they start to see there’s more to each other than they thought. can duff balance trying to get a band together and his growing feelings for claudia? or will they pull away before they get started?
AXL: it’s 1979, and axl rose, a 17-year-old with a lot of anger and a broken home, is acting out—skipping school, getting into fights, and causing trouble at every turn. his life feels like one big mess, made worse by the recent discovery of his real father, william rose sr.
then, heather clayton moves in next door.
heather is sweet, smart, and has the perfect family—everything axl never had. but despite their differences, heather sees through axl’s tough exterior and slowly starts to crack his walls. as the summer goes on, the two form an unlikely bond—one that challenges axl to confront his anger and maybe even open his heart.
CHAPTER 2 | TERROR 'N TINSELTOWN.
w.c. 1.6k
tags. original female character, mild period-typical misogyny (it’s the late 1980s), some cussing, mentions of alcohol/cocaine consumption but no depictions of it, this chapter is pretty mild so not many tags are necessary ig?
a/n. thank you to everyone who's shown excitement for this series so far! i see you all, and i appreciate each and every one of you ^_^ and i’d love to hear from you as we go through this process together! silent readers scare me and i fear i’m going to need to motivation to keep going on this long, slowburn journey. also i apologize for the short chapter this week, i’m trying to realistically write and develop each characters’ relationships without making it too OOC while keeping a natural pace to it all. next week’s chapter is wayy longer—about 3k/4k words. bear with me!
taglist. @prettypersuasion, @creepindeaathh, @nelnroses, @hyperiondickrider, @hollywoodroses, @tranquilitybasegrunge
you can find chapter two on wattpad and AO3, linked under the respective platforms aforementioned.
last two previous chapters:
prologue - wattpad and AO3.
chapter one: welcome to the jungle - wattpad and AO3.
i am so happy to finally have this out! i appreciate the support you all have given me for this. i hope it lives up to your standards! 💗 will be working on my asks in my inbox in the meantime.
taglist: @prettypersuasion, @creepindeaathh, @nelnroses, @hyperiondickrider, @hollywoodroses
PATIENCE
pairing. izzy stradlin x original female character
synopsis. lethality: one of the most popular rising bands to come out of the sunset strip since the great days of early mötley crüe and van halen. but get this—a woman is the leader! lethality frontwoman, singer-songwriter jackie riot, guitarist-songwriter sean carnegie, and drummer dennis knight are on the brink of international superstardom. with a fresh deal from elektra records and a coveted spot opening for guns n’ fuckin’ roses on the appetite for destruction tour, their dreams are finally becoming reality.
but the road to fame is a long, dangerous one. jackie is already struggling to balance her ambition with the tensions in lethality—especially with sean, her boyfriend and bandmate. then there’s guns n’ roses’ rhythm guitarist izzy stradlin—mysterious, magnetic, and drowning in excess. jackie knows getting close to him is reckless, idiotic, unfathomable even, but on the road, temptation is everywhere.
while sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll crash together, jackie must decide what she’s willing to risk—for love, for music, and for a place in musical history. will jackie and izzy get their happily ever after they desperately yearn after?
status. on-going
tags. female original character, a lot of cussing (gnr-typical), religious trauma, mentions of physical and mental health issues, depictions of childhood trauma, unhealthy romantic relationship(s), period typical homophobia, mentions of AIDS crisis, drug & alcohol abuse (seriously, it’s a gnr fic), slow burn, NSFW themes (eventual smut? who knows.. only i do ;)) mentions of eating disorders, lastly, again, its a fucking guns n roses fanfic, please be aware of the triggers that come along with that group.
links. AO3, wattpad.
𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ prologue on AO3 and wattpad
𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ chapter one: welcome to the jungle on AO3 and wattpad
PATIENCE
pairing. izzy stradlin x original female character
synopsis. lethality: one of the most popular rising bands to come out of the sunset strip since the great days of early mötley crüe and van halen. but get this—a woman is the leader! lethality frontwoman, singer-songwriter jackie riot, guitarist-songwriter sean carnegie, and drummer dennis knight are on the brink of international superstardom. with a fresh deal from elektra records and a coveted spot opening for guns n’ fuckin’ roses on the appetite for destruction tour, their dreams are finally becoming reality.
but the road to fame is a long, dangerous one. jackie is already struggling to balance her ambition with the tensions in lethality—especially with sean, her boyfriend and bandmate. then there’s guns n’ roses’ rhythm guitarist izzy stradlin—mysterious, magnetic, and drowning in excess. jackie knows getting close to him is reckless, idiotic, unfathomable even, but on the road, temptation is everywhere.
while sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll crash together, jackie must decide what she’s willing to risk—for love, for music, and for a place in musical history. will jackie and izzy get their happily ever after they desperately yearn after?
status. on-going
tags. female original character, a lot of cussing (gnr-typical), religious trauma, mentions of physical and mental health issues, depictions of childhood trauma, unhealthy romantic relationship(s), period typical homophobia, period typical misogyny, mentions of AIDS crisis, drug & alcohol abuse (seriously, it’s a gnr fic), slow burn, NSFW themes (eventual smut? who knows.. only i do ;)) mentions of eating disorders, lastly, again, its a fucking guns n roses fanfic, please be aware of the triggers that come along with that group.
links. AO3, wattpad.
𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ prologue on AO3 and wattpad
𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ chapter one: welcome to the jungle on AO3 and wattpad
izzy finally getting the love he deserves… 🥹🥹 i’m not crying, you are. also.. 67 votes is crazy!!! thank you all for the support as is. i’ll be getting to work on the fic ASAP and i hope you all enjoy it as much as i do writing it for you guys.
if you wish to be added to my taglist for my new fanfic, PATIENCE, shoot me an ask with your username or comment under this post <3
hey all. working on the outline of guns n’ roses fanfic (based on the oneshot i wrote here) and i wanted to ask if y’all would rather me make it a duff/axl/izzy/slash story? i’ve also decided i’m not writing for steven anymore because my dad knows him & and i’ve known him since i was a baby and it weirds me out.)
additionally when i end up publishing, as previously mentioned, it will be promoted on tumblr but posted AO3 & wattpad for convince reasons. if you would like to join my taglist, send me an ask w/ your username and i’ll add you. 💗
hey all. working on the outline of guns n’ roses fanfic (based on the oneshot i wrote here) and i wanted to ask if y’all would rather me make it a duff/axl/izzy/slash story? i’ve also decided i’m not writing for steven anymore because my dad knows him & and i’ve known him since i was a baby and it weirds me out.)
additionally when i end up publishing, as previously mentioned, it will be promoted on tumblr but posted AO3 & wattpad for convince reasons. if you would like to join my taglist, send me an ask w/ your username and i’ll add you. 💗
IT'S SO EASY, guns n' roses.
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pairing; guns n' roses x fem!reader
summary; your band, lethality, is the hottest thing that’s hit the sunset strip since mötley crüe and the notorious guns n' roses. after a sensational night playing the whisky a go-go, you to meet a very interesting group of men that take a peculiar liking to you.
warnings; cussing, no use of y/n, alcohol & cigarettes mentioned, veryy dialogue heavy, nothing really happens because i didn’t know if anon wanted it to be romantic/romantic encounter with a band member(s), steven is having fun somewhere else.
word count; 1.6k
a/n; i honestly loved writing this. i had a hard time starting it, but when i got it going i couldn’t stop. i was even considering making this a full fledged fanfic, if anyone would be interested.
requests open, not proofread, based on this ask.
The Whisky was packed, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the smell of sweat. The crowd of people blended into one the further you looked out—was jumping around, their energy feeding into yours as you gripped the mic stand, swinging it around erratically. Your heart pounded with adrenaline as the house lights dim for dramatic effect, and with a deep, intentional breath, you launched into the final chorus of your band, Lethality's, set. Your voice was raw, passionate, and uniquely fresh. The audience erupted, fists pounding in the air, whistling and clapping being heard.
This is what made every sleepless hour, every shitty bar gig worth it. The feeling of the audience, the bass vibrating your core, the drums pounding hard and intentional, the guitar wailing along to your voice. You were in your element. This was everything.
With one last powerful belt, you let the song ring out, clutching the microphone as the sound of your heavy breath mixed with the cheers. A slow, sexy smirk tugged at your lips. They loved you.
You turned, locking eyes with your guitarist, tossing your damp, messy hairy over your shoulder and stepping back from the microphone stand. The applause and whistles followed you offstage, still roaring in your ears as you grabbed a towel and wiped your damp face.
You were shocked that Los Angeles had loved Lethality that much, given that they didn't take to women-led bands very kindly. They often watered them down to being a "woman in Rock" and not a "rockstar." You loathed it, and you be damned if it happened to you. You deserved to be on the same playing field as the rest of these young, dumb, and full of cum men. Not that you honestly wanted to be compared to that, though.
"You really know how to work a crowd," a voice called out.
Your eyes shot up to see an older, chubbier man leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking at you in thought. He nodded towards the dressing rooms. "You've got some serious fans wanting to meet you."
You raise an eyebrow in uncertainty, "Fans?"
The man sends you a shit-eating grin and sniggered, "Yeah. Ever heard of Guns N' Roses?"
For a brief second, your heart skipped a beat as you felt your hands get clammy—but you played it cool, tossing the wet towel onto a nearby beer crate. You exhaled through your nose and ran a hand through your hair. You knew Guns regularly went to the Whisky and other clubs you and your band frequented, and you were bound to run into them, but you still felt extremely nervous. You absolutely adored their newest album, Appetite for Destruction.
"Well," you eventually muttered, rolling your shoulders, "guess I better not keep them waiting, huh?"
With that, you strode down the hall, your heart beating so loudly you could feel it having a concert in your head. The hallway was dimly lit the further you walked down, the sounds of the Whisky still thrumming in the distance. Your heeled boots echoed against the floor as you approached the dressing rooms. Guns N' fucking Roses wanted to see you. You weren't one to get starstruck, you had met some of the best musicians to come out of the strip, but you weren't oblivious either. Part of you was curious, another part cautious. You knew how these men were. Hungry for sex, drugs, and dabbled in Rock 'n' Roll when the job called for it. You also weren't one to get caught up in the rock mystique. Yet, if they had something to say, you were damn sure going to hear it.
You reached the dressing room door and took a steadying breath. You took a second to smooth your hair and shake out the last of your post-show adrenaline. Then, you pushed it open.
The room was buzzing with soft conversation. The scent of fresh leather, whiskey, and cigarette smoke hung in the air. The ginger lead singer, Axl Rose, was the first of the four to look up, reclining in his chair, a drink idly dangling from his fingers. His sharp hazel eyes flickered with something unreadable as he took your figure in. Slash was perched on the couch, lazily tapping ash from his cigarette, while Duff and Izzy leaned back in conversation, their laughter cutting off the second you entered. Instantly, you noticed the lack of their drummer, Steven Adler. Huh.
Four pairs of beady eyes locked onto you.
"Well, well," Duff spoke up, giving a slow, acknowleding nod. "The woman of the hour."
You smirked, stepping inside with your arms crossed. "Didn't realize I was on your schedule."
Axl's lips curled into something between amusement and intrigue. "You weren't. But we couldn't ignore what we just saw out there," he tilted his head, studying you. "You don't just perform—you own that stage."
The way Axl said it wasn't flattery. On the contrary, it was a statement. A challenge, maybe. You couldn’t tell. Not yet, anyway.
You met his gaze without flinching, a newfound confidence overtaking you. "That's the job, isn't it?"
To your right, Slash chuckled, flicking his cigarette once more. "Yeah, but most people don't do it like that." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his leathered knees. "Where the fuck did you come from?"
You shrugged, "Same story as everyone else. Small-town band, a lot of shitty gigs, and too much cheap beer."
Axl smirked at that you noticed. He must've liked that reply, you thought.
"Not everyone makes it out of that."
Something about the way he said it made the air feel heavier, just for a beat. You could feel them sizing you up, trying to figure out if you were just another wannabe act, or something more. Maybe they were checking you out, who fucking knows?
You glanced around, then raised an amused brow. "So, you dragged me in here just to stroke my ego, or is there something else?"
Axl took a swig of his liquor, sliding his arm onto the armrest. "Maybe both."
Axl's words hung in the air, stretching the moment just long enough for you to feel the weight of their attention. You didn't mind it—if anything, you were used to being watched, analyzed, judged. But this? This was different.
Slash took a slow, tentative drag off of his cigarette, exhaling a thin breath of smoke before speaking again. "How long have you been playing as a band?"
You walked over to the other side of the couch he sat on, your eyes not leaving his hidden ones. "Long enough to know what I'm doing."
That earned a chuckle from Duff. "Yeah, we picked up on that, Susie-Q."
Izzy, who had been quiet until now, studied you with that easy, unreadable gaze. "Your sound's different. It's not just your voice—it's the way you hold a crowd. Who are your influences?"
You shrugged, "A little of everyone."
Axl chuckled and swirled the whiskey in his glass. "That's the safe answer," he retorted, clicking his tongue in amusement.
"Safe," you echoed with a knowing, smug smile, "or just true?"
That got a reaction—albeit a small one—a flicker of something behind Axl's eyes. The kind of interest that wasn't politeness. He wasn't just shooting the shit with you. None of them were. They had intentions—intentions you were unsure of.
Slash tilted his head softly, "You got a label yet?"
"Not one worth signing to," you replied smoothly as you shook your head.
Izzy and Duff exchanged what felt like their tenth glance of the night. Axl's smirk deepened as you quietly let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You were very nervous, after all.
"Good," Axl clicked his tongue, "means you're not an idiot."
You huffed a quiet laugh, "I try."
This whole conversation had your mind reeling: panic mode on. This was going nowhere, and you didn't really come here to get drilled about your music. They didn't even ask to see the rest of Lethality, just you. You weren't sure what to expect when walking backstage, but being rallied up by Guns wasn't it. Their gaze was still on you, making you feel small. You look at Axl from across the room—the gears in his head were moving. You soon realized that never meant anything good.
Axl turned his head to look at you dead on. "So, what's next for you?"
You met his gaze without hesitation, your eyebrows furrowing. "Why? You planning to keep tabs on me?"
Slash grinned, putting out his cigarette in the steel ashtray on the coffee table. "Wouldn't be the worst idea. Not every night we someone actually own the stage instead of just.. standing on it."
Duff gestured towards you with his beer bottle. "Crowd was losing their fucking minds. You got 'em wrapped around your pretty little finger."
You shrugged. “Like I said, that’s the job.”
“And like Slash said, most people don’t get that. They think it’s just about playing the songs.” Izzy eyed you, like he was still trying to figure you out. He motioned towards you as he pulled out a Marlboro from his pack. “You’ve got something else.”
Axl let out a low chuckle and cleared his throat while shaking his head slightly. Then, he raised his glass. “Right. Here’s to whatever the fuck happens next.”
Your eyes flicked to the band’s whiskey bottle on the table. Without a word, you picked it up, twisted off the cap, and took a deep gulp before setting it back down on the coffee table with a quiet, gentle clink.
“You’ll be seeing more of Lethality,” you said simply.
Slash huffed a quiet laugh. “Good. Scene’s getting boring.”
Duff nodded in agreement. “Listen—If you keep playing like that, you won’t be stuck in clubs forever.”
Izzy didn’t say anything, just gave a small, knowing smirk.
Axl’s gaze lingered for a second longer before he set his now empty glass down. “Guess we’ll have to just wait and fucking see.”
The conversation shifted, drinks flowed, and the night stretched on. Whatever this was—whatever had started here—you had a small feeling burning deep inside that this was just the beginning.
© lagunned (2025—) all rights reserved.
Hello! I hope you're having a great day! Can you please do a guns n roses x reader where theyre so fascinated with reader who is also a frontwoman of a rising band. Thank you ! 💕🫦
hiya anon!!! sorry this took a minute to get out. i hope you enjoy this and i hope this isn’t too terribly ooc. i’ve never wrote for guns before 💗
rules & writing list.
hiya everyone! I just wanted to post some rules & general guidelines for my blog. i want you all to enjoy my work. if you are ever confused if a certain request is against my rules, don't be afraid to ask! i also upload my chapter(s) long fics on wattpad & AO3, which are linked below.
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✬ my request box is currently; open.
✬ i am partial to writing smut, i can and will deny your request if i think i cannot write it properly or if it's illegal, non-con, unethical, etc.
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axl and slash with a s/o who has a resting bitch face hcs?
Thanks for the ask!xo
A/N: I took a bit of creative liberty
Tags: @tranquilitybasegrunge
Headcanons:
Axl and Slash with their significant other who has resting bitch face
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When first meeting, Slash was genuinely a little scared about talking to you because you looked mean
was absolutely flabbergasted to realize you were super friendly
Axl was quick to advance, making teasing comments about you being tough and rude which only confused you
he was incredibly embarrassed to realize that you weren’t actually some rough n’ tough badass chick like he thought
Slash has a really bad habit of thinking that you were mad at him or that you didn’t like the gifts he’d buy you
axl was a lot better about reading how you were actually feeling- he helped slash out more than once
occasionally they’d both be wrong, you found it amusing… sometimes
You never liked the paparazzi positing pictures of you three because several people commented about how “you’re only with them for the money” and “she doesn’t actually love them, look at her expression. She’s not happy”
they always remedied your worries either lots of passionate sex and tender cuddles
axl was never shy about telling the media to stick it where the sun don’t shine when it came to you
slash was better at physically consoling you
Once you were confronted in public by someone who claimed you were manipulating the boys for their money and fame
axl may or may not have thrown a punch that day
safe to say no one tried to steer anything in public again
Slash loved making you smile, be it by telling dumb jokes or impressing you with a new riff. It gave him confirmation that you really were happy, even if he knew better
you tried to make visible efforts to make yourself seem more welcoming
but you were always assured that you were perfect just the way you were
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