ɢᴀɢᴀ

[itsgaga]

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ: ɪᴛɪꜱᴋɴᴏᴛᴛʏ

ɢʀᴜɴɢᴇ: ᴍᴏɴᴀʀᴄʜxx

ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟ: ʜᴀɪʟᴛʜᴇᴅᴏʟʟ

ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ: 05/18/2021

ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ: 04/03/2025

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ:ᴏᴘᴇɴ

Who I Write For

ɢᴜɴꜱ ɴ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ

ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟʟɪᴄᴀ

ᴍᴏᴛʟᴇʏ ᴄʀÜᴇ

ʜᴀɴᴏɪ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱ

ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ

[itsgaga]

Hi bestie

hiiii bby. how r u?

[itsgaga]

Sweet! This is totally not a follow up to my last ask 👀

Could you write what it would be like to date the Cinderella members? If you're not down to write for all four, that's cool too! I'd be happy with just Jeff. Like no one else on here writes for them so I turned to you! ❤ Much love!

👀i just drunkenly wrote one for tom but ill definitely add jeff to my list<3

[itsgaga]

I know it was months ago lol but I just found your fic about izzy dating a single mum and THE SWINGING THING fr like my whole childhood, I do it with my little cousins now lmao

this is so old but i thought this was cute cause same

[itsgaga]

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴍ ᴋᴇɪꜰᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

a/n: i posted this shit by accident rather than making it a draft and none of you thought to tell me…so rude</3

tom

very sweet, very cute

we love tom

ok so

however you two meet tom was very sweet and respectful

kinda introverted kinda not

will talk to you, introduce himself to you

his eyes glued to you as he looks down at you because this man is 6 FOOT 1

uses his charming smile

will ask you questions to get to know you and then will find ways to be around you for the rest of the night

would 100% bring you flowers on the first date and take you somewhere sweet

like dinner or the movies

takes his time to get to know you

he wants to know you inside and out

ok so

once youre dating hes the type to bring you up when he can

not in a annoying way

but like in a interview hes asked what his type is

“my girlfriend y/n”

a girl approaches him

“no my girlfriend y/n is here”

he is LOYAL

the look that man gives you

please tell me yk what look im talking about

the look at the end in the nobodys fool music video

the look of pure love i stg

romantic

very sweet

a great communicator

hes the type to wanna sit down and talk things out rather than fight or argue

chivalry is not dead with this man

its the small things

holds doors for you

opens the car door

brings you flowers

definitely the type to write his feelings out in a letter for you

you become his muse

songs are written for you or about you

he gets inspired by you often

hes very devoted to his work

lots of tours, lots of work

so he’ll be gone a lot

but he still makes time to call you and write to you

he’ll call when you are busy so he can hear your answering machine

and then leave you a sweet voicemail

100% the type to call you at random times so he can hear your voice

you keep him grounded

he isnt the classic rockstar type

no groupies

not a lot of partying

hes more introverted

so while he’s surrounded by this wild life and people are into that lifestyle

youre like the one person around him that isnt into all that

you’re his rock

and hes yours

no matter what he’s always there for you when you need it.

not possessive

hes the type of guy that doesnt take away your light or doesnt stop you from dressing a certain way or stop you from expressing yourself

he supports you no matter what

and he’ll protect you no matter what

your outfits a little revealing and theres a creep?

toms got your back.

very passionate

take that in whatever way you want to ladies

hes passionate about his music

hes passionate about his lifestyle

hes passionate about you

hes just a really passionate guy

when it comes to love with him when hes in hes all the way in

in his mind there is nothing you two cant fix

hes really focused on always becoming closer and building a unbreakable bond

yk whats better than dating tom keifer?

marrying tom keifer.

wedding day

that man cries

he cant believe how beautiful you look

honeymoon was your guys’ version of whatever you two consider fun

lots of fun, lots of romance

when he has his throat issues you become his main source of support

his shoulder to cry on

it brings you two closer together and makes him appreciate you more than ever.

he wants to give you the life youve always wanted

whether its a family or just stability or whatever

hes so set on giving that to you

ok shmexy time

i wont go into too much detail

if i havent made it clear already..PASSION IS HIS THING.

there is lots of passion lots of love..nothing too serious.. but nothing too funny

its like very much like pleasure focused

how can he please you the most

with moments of laughter sprinkled in there

definitely a neck kisser

tell me im wrong

if there isnt love within the love making tom isnt enjoying it

overall. dude just loves love. he loves you. hes passionate about you. he cares deeply about you.

emotions are a big thing for him.

ok bye betch. luh u<3

[itsgaga]

that interview you mentioned in your axl rose nsfw headcanons.... could you pls help a needy gal out and share the link 🥵🥵🥵

this isnt the only one, i cant find the one that was like flat out he enjoyed watching it. i saw it when i first wrote the hc and didnt think to save it

[itsgaga]

god.

[itsgaga]

Your new blog theme is super cute, love it! Hope you are doing well darling ❤️

pleasssee it took me all day so it means a lot<3333 thank you!

[itsgaga]

ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ

ʀᴏʙʙɪɴ Crosby

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴏʙʙɪɴ ᴄʀᴏꜱʙʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

Jani Lane

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴊᴀɴɪ ʟᴀɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

Johnny Rotten

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

Steven Tyler

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʏʟᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

[itsgaga]

ʜᴀɴᴏɪ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱ

Razzle

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴀᴢᴢʟᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

Michael Monroe

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴍᴏɴʀᴏᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

Sami Yaffa

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴀᴍɪ ʏᴀꜰꜰᴀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

[itsgaga]

ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟʟɪᴄᴀ

Lars Ulrich

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʟᴀʀꜱ ᴜʟʀɪᴄʜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

ʟᴀʀꜱ ᴜʟʀɪᴄʜ ᴀ-ᴢ(ɴꜱꜰᴡ)

Kirk Hammett

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴋɪʀᴋ ʜᴀᴍᴍᴇᴛᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

James Hetfield

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʜᴇᴛꜰɪᴇʟᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

Jason Newsted

ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴇᴛ

[itsgaga]

ɢᴜɴꜱ ɴ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ

Slash

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱʟᴀꜱʜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

ꜱʟᴀꜱʜ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴜʀ…

ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ

Axl Rose

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀxʟ ʀᴏꜱᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

ᴀxʟ ʀᴏꜱᴇ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…(ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ)

ᴀɪʀᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴘᴀᴘᴀʀᴀᴢᴢɪ

ᴀxʟ ʀᴏꜱᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ(ɴꜱꜰᴡ)

Izzy Stradlin

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴢᴢʏ ꜱᴛʀᴀᴅʟɪɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

ɪᴢᴢʏ ꜱᴛʀᴀᴅʟɪɴ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴅ…

ɪᴢᴢʏ ꜱᴛʀᴀᴅʟɪɴ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏꜱɪɴɢ…

ɪᴢᴢʏ ꜱᴛʀᴀᴅʟɪɴ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ..

ɪᴢᴢʏ ꜱᴛʀᴀᴅʟɪɴ ᴀ-ᴢ(ɴꜱꜰᴡ)

Duff Mckagan

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴜꜰꜰ ᴍᴄᴋᴀɢᴀɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

Steven Adler

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀᴅʟᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

[itsgaga]

ᴍᴏᴛʟᴇʏ ᴄʀÜᴇ

Nikki Sixx

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɴɪᴋᴋɪ ꜱɪxx ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

ɴɪᴋᴋɪ ꜱɪxx ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ...

ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ

ᴘᴀᴘᴀʀᴀᴢᴢɪ

ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ

ɴɪᴋᴋɪ ꜱɪxx ᴀ-ᴢ(ɴꜱꜰᴡ)

Tommy Lee

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴍᴍʏ ʟᴇᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

Vince Neil

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴠɪɴᴄᴇ ɴᴇɪʟ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

Mick Mars

ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴇᴛ…ꜱᴏʀʀʏ

[itsgaga]

hey bitch. quick! do i change the theme of this blog??? ive had it looking this way for the last 4 years. i feel like it needs a change but i can’t decide if i actually should or not???????

[itsgaga]

Airport Paparazzi

Request: “Hi! I loved the one you made with Nikki so can I request a x reader thing with Axl where he protects you from paparazzi at the airport??

A/N: i have so many drafts oh lord. I got back into 80s. my real life has become too complicated so im back in my delusional era. less problems, less stress. also this one is old. so are we judging? no. thank you. god bless.

Exhausted. That’s all you felt. Going back to Los Angeles from Tokyo didn’t seem like it would be hard as you’ve been done this multiple times before but this time is different. The whole experience completely drained every ounce of energy you had right out of you, you had tried to hide your tiredness the whole time you were there but as soon as the plane took off to go back home you’ve lost all self control and your weariness became obvious.

Practically the whole flight Axl had you in his arms letting you rest and at first it was working until the thought hit you of what you would have to deal with as soon as the plane landed. Anxiety was hitting you and it was hitting hard. The feeling of ease you had just gained was replaced with a pit in your stomach, not wanting to alarm Axl, you just stayed quiet.

Coming off the plane, Axl immediately grabbed your hand as he walked in front of you, through the stampede of flashing cameras and yelling people.

“Y/N, look over here” “Y/N, what is the real Axl like?” “Y/N, smile for the camera”

That’s all you heard, the further into the crowd you went the tighter your grip around Axl’s hand grew. Your eyes stayed glued on the ground with an occasional look up at Axl.  "It's alright baby, I got you." Axl would say. The paparazzi wasn't backing down.

A voice began yelling your name over and over again. "ignore it. you're fine." you kept thinking to yourself , and it was, until you felt a yank at your hair that pulled you down hitting the concrete ground, hard.

You went into a haze until the sight of Axl going at a man with a camera became clear, Axl shouting at the guy calling him every curse word in the book.

"Hey man! What the fuck is your problem?!" Axl screamed while grabbing the man by his shirt, causing him to drop his camera. All the other cameramen surrounded the two, some trying to get Axl off of the guy, while others were capitalizing off of it and were taking videos or pictures.

“Ax-” You yelled as loudly as you could with your voice breaking towards the end. It was enough to snap Axl out of it, he immediately came down to help you up. He grabs your hand, and places his other behind your back, helping you up. When you're up he wraps his arm around you, he turns around to the man and points in his face.

"You're fucking lucky." Axl says aggressively. Grabbing onto Axl's waist, "let's go." you say, tired of the bullshit. Axl leans down to you as you two make your way out of the airport, "are you alright?" he says in a low hushed voice. Before a response can be given, Axl stands up straight again, half turning around to look at the security, "No thanks to these fucking assholes. None of you were able to do your fucking job?" Axl screams at them.

"Ax, baby. Just let it go, I'm fine. I just wanna go home." you say, Axl wraps his arms around you completely, guarding you from all paparazzi, fans, or anyone else who was in your guys' way.

Once out in the car, away from everyone Axl sighs and pulls you into him, hugging you. He kisses the top of your head and mumbles a small, "I'm sorry". Keeping your head down, you feel the aching go away. A sigh falls from your lips, he lets go of you. You brush the hair out of your face and lean back in your seat. "I never wanna deal with that shit again." you say softly. Axl stares off, clearly still pissed, his fingers on his lips as he stares into the back of the drivers seat. His other hand reaches out and lays gently on your knee.

"I could've killed him. I could've fucking killed him. I would've kicked his ass." Axl says, not moving his eyes from the back of the seat. You sigh, "And what would that have done? Nothing." you say. Axl finally looks at you, his expression serious. "They should know. They need to know, they can't fucking touch you. Not like that. Not in any way." Axl says, his voice getting louder with each word. The louder his voice got, the more your head begins to throb again. You put your elbow on the door and rest your head in your hand.

"Ax, please." you say, you clearly don't want to hear it, your expression shows annoyance and exhaustion. Axl looks at you, he bites his lip and nods, once again pulling you into him. "I'm sorry. I'll drop it for now. I just can't believe it, I just watched a guy put his hands on you." Axl says, gently petting the back of your head.

"I'm sorry." he says softly.

bitch. I did not know how to end this. and this shit was written so long ago I was shocked when I saw it in my drafts. lmao. oops. #probswillrewriteendinglater

[itsgaga]

[itsgaga]

I Just Need You

Request: Hey I love your writing! Would you be able to write about Nikki desperately trying to get you back after you two split like he's broken without her. Thanks doll

a/n: 75% of the requests I have gotten are about something with Nikki sooooooooooo...

The last few weeks have been rough—the endless crying and the thoughts that have been running through your mind. The memories that keep replaying that force you to feel the heartache, the calls that keep coming in of people asking you how you're doing. You don't know when it will stop; you don't know when the pain will go away. When will they stop calling you just to strictly ask you questions about it? You know that everyone who is checking on you just wants to make sure you're okay, but how can they not see that all they're doing is reminding you of what you're trying to forget? But the worst of it all is that Nikki himself won't leave you alone. 

It's been two weeks since your heart was shattered. Nikki was spotted and photographed holding a girl while he was away promoting the band's newest release. The picture was plastered on the cover of most magazine covers and was even talked about on TV. Nikki had called you almost immediately after the picture was released, giving you excuse after excuse. You had broken up with him, and it's been endless voicemails from him since then.

You're sitting on your couch watching a movie snuggled up under a blanket, trying your best to distract yourself from your feelings when your house phone begins to ring. You've grown used to hearing the ringing go off over and over again, and you've come to just ignore it.

"Leave a message after the beep," the phone announces, again for what feels like the millionth time.

"Hi Y/N," it was Nikki. "Listen, I've called over and over again, and you've made it obvious that you don't want to talk to me; there's nothing left for me to say at this point. Besides, I sincerely apologize; really, from the bottom of my heart, I am so sorry. Please, if you can find the time to, please just call me back. I love you, Y/N," the voicemail ended.

You couldn't believe what you had heard this time; the words truly were almost exactly the same as every other voicemail he's left you, but this time you heard his voice break, as if he were about to cry. 

Here it was again—the ache. You felt the tears begin to fill your eyes and something heavy form in your throat. Closing your eyes, you took deep breaths and let the sadness put you to sleep. 

Days have passed, and you were basically doing the same as you have been for the last two weeks, sitting on the couch, rotting away in your thoughts and sadness. There was a knock on the door; at first you tried to ignore it, but the knocks continued. You groan as you get up from your spot, annoyed. 

Opening the door, you find an unknown man. "Are you Y/N?" he asked, holding something in his hand. "Yep," you said, keeping it short. The man looks at you emotionless. "This is for you," he hands you a white envelope, and before another word could be spoken, he turned around and walked back to his blacked-out car sitting in the street in front of your house. You close the door and start to head back to your couch while flipping the envelope around and seeing your name written on the back of it. You recognize the handwriting.

Sighing, you sit back down and open the envelope.

"Dear Y/N,

We haven't talked since you've left me; if I'm being honest with you, I've been a complete wreck since then. I love you, baby, I really do. I love you more than you'll ever know, and I know this happening only shows you the opposite, but you just have to believe me. I don't know what to do without you. Just to show you how sorry I am and how much I love you, I am begging you to please turn on MTV around 6 tonight. I love you, Y/N.

Love, Nikki

You set the letter down and looked at the clock, 6:06. You grabbed your remote and quickly flipped through channels until MTV was on the screen; there you see Nikki sitting there looking into the camera. 

"Nikki, you were photographed with a woman who wasn't your girlfriend." The man sitting there across from Nikki says while looking down at him. Nikki interrupts the man,

"Listen, this is what I am going to say. I made probably the biggest mistake of my life. I like to put on this act where nothing is a big deal and I have no care in the world, well, because I'm a rockstar and that's what they do. But when I tell you, I just lost the love of my life over someone and something that was just so stupid and pointless, and I have been doing nothing but beating myself up over it the last two weeks." Nikki pauses; he looks down and looks back up straight into the camera.

"Y/N, I am so so sorry and I love you." Nikki's head drops back down; he looks sad and defeated. The interviewer clears his throat and looks at Nikki with sympathy. "Is that all you want to say to her?"

Nikki's head is now glued to the ground. "I don't know if you will ever forgive me; I don't really know how you could. I know I will never forgive myself for this, but I just need you."

"I just need you."