#slash x reader

[wishiwasyourgirl44]

New moodboard for the 3rd part of B-side that will be out soon!

Sorry it’s taken so long life got really busy and chaotic, sadly not life on the road with rockstars chaotic but I’m back to write and post!

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Requests are open

Intro: Heyyy, new account after just observing and reading for ages I decided finally to make a posting account for writing X readers. I'm going to start off with only one fandom and slowly open up to more so I'll do the one I've been in the longest. Gnr.

Boundaries okay so no pedophilea, scat, rape from the top of my head I can remember there is probably more I'm uncomfortable with, and remember I will deny a request if it makes me uncomfortable.

I will be writing for the most known lineup only: axl, slash, Izzy, duff, Steven.

So feel free to request me :)

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[deadpool15]

Freaky Frankie?…….

Warning: Fluff, flirting, sexual tension no real smut…. Yet

Overlooking the city, it was my favorite past time as a child. Though, like all good things you can’t afford to enjoy them for too long. Quite literally, learning this the hard way. The new family on the block with its huge moving truck stationed directly in front of my view. Hating huge trucks was also a past time for a young toddler like myself at that time. My mother is more than likely going to force me to go along with her to greet our new neighbors. Considering, the fact that she is talking to them it makes sense. She was always the overly friendly person in the neighborhood. We’ve been introduced to all our neighbors.

For me it’s not as fun all the other little girls on the block are boring. They enjoy boring things, like tea parties and clothing. Pointless, in my opinion though no one ever quite asks me anything these days. Appearing to be satisfied with the new set of neighbors or more so the new women on the block, my mother turns with a smile. Walking straight to our home, meaning more kids for me to pretend to like, hearing the door open I try to make a run for it. “Don’t you dare, I’ve taught you about being rude Frankie. It’s unbecoming of a young girl.” The speech is also pointless it means nothing to me in the end.

We walked ahead to the home on the opposite side of ours, against my will might I add. Curse my extroverted mother. I’m met with a woman, she seems pretty nice, after our official greeting I look over to the side. Noticing the slender like movement I immediately forget where I am and approach it to hopefully capture a new friend. Completely, forgetting the setting I end up on all fours with an extremely dirty dress. On the bright side I hated this dress, I look like Shirley temple. Downside is my mother loved it as you can tell by the immediate screams she lets out towards my direction.

Ignoring her I lunged for the creature, capturing the scaly reptile. “Oo what have I told you Frankie, look what you’ve done. Your dress, all my hard work.” My mother appears to be crying which is another downside, I feel it’s more from embarrassment than anything else. Hearing slips of laughter I look over, our new neighbor, Ola is crouched over holding back tears of laughter. “That’s funny, look at her. She is going to love my son. He is just like her, loves those things always collecting them. Believed he was a dinosaur at one point.” Hearing this I can admit he sounds interesting though, how interesting can a boy really be. Well let’s just say, I was wrong.

“You have to sit still, feels weird though. I told you, but you wanted to have eyeliner babes.” Sitting on the foot of my bed, I tried my very best to gently apply the eyeliner to his eyes. Slash was what you called an excessive blinker in my opinion. His eyes were closed yet, continuously blinking. “I’m staying still, this is as still as it gets, like come on babe.” He was always like this, the excessive flirting never stopped with Slash. In my opinion he was an overly sexual individual. Though, I can say lately I’ve been feeling different about his little nicknames and comments. “Don’t call me that weirdo we talked about this,” pushing his shoulder, I continued the finishing touches.

Backing away though I could stray away too far, before he grabbed my hips tightly. “What should I call you then, Freaky Frankie.” Laughing came easily with him, the nickname was something he’d came up with in school. I’d picked up a toad wandering around the courtyard and all the other kids were freaked out. Slash was different though, immediately giving me the name Freaky Frankie and sat there playing with the toad. “I told you about that, I’m too old for that now, what will guys think with a name like that huh?” Hearing this there was a slight shift in the room. His grip on my hips tightened immensely, “they wouldn’t think shit, cause you’re my Freaky Frankie.” Smiling to myself couldn’t even be helped in that situation.

There was a thing between him and I, always swimming between the bounds of friends though not quite lovers. With him it was easy, I’ve never felt so attached to a boy before. Though, I knew the obstacles, he was like an animal that couldn’t be tamed at times. The idea of him staying by one woman seemed like nothing but pure optimism. Or maybe it was just what I told myself, being too afraid to push the limits of what we called friendship. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, keeping me all to yourself, being your little freak.” Before I know it he backed me up into a corner, “gotta know how to be a real freak first baby, trust me, I can get you there.”

So close together, I felt his lips brush against mine, the tension was always there, hard to resist yet I can admit I loved the game. Surprise was an element I was getting good at, over the years. He was experienced that was obvious, and the question was, am I ready to find out how much. Reaching down slightly, I took a firm grip of the bulge that had been staring at me. Hearing him inhale sharply was like music to my ears. Backing him up to sit on the bed, I took a seat in his lap. Having the upper hand was fun, I could get used to this. Taking his hand in mine, to wrap around my neck, I leaned in his ear, whispering the words that drove him wild. “Trust me baby, if you had Freaky Frankie, you wouldn’t know what to do with her,” kissing on his neck I knew at that moment I had him where I wanted him….

Author’s Note: Hopefully, you all love this. It’s the start of series or something. But, as you can see my writing is still terrible tbh. But there is smut coming guys.

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my friend made this because she makes fun of me for loving slash, this was too funny not to post

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soo just made a Slash fanfic ANDDD it’s going to be multiple parts so if you love me and love Slash, basically go read it and glaze me and tell me I did A-MAZ-ING

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[idontwannabethat]

Rocket Queen (Slash x Reader)

(slow burn, smut, mentioned drug and alcohol use,)

Saturdays were always my favorite day of the week. Of course I'm sure most people feel the same, maybe not for the same reason though. Today I get to go shopping and see my friends, just relax a bit, that sort of thing. After looking through a local thrift shop and not finding anything that fit me, I decided to go to my favorite record shop. It's always fun to see what they have in store, plus I'm pretty sure they just got restocked yesterday, so I should be in luck.

I walked the way there and was greeted by the smell of rosemary, and old leather. I looked around for a moment before I headed over to where I saw both "Toys in the Attic" and "Don't Shoot Me, I'm Only the Piano Player" and made a b-line for it. I immediately grabbed them both, not even checking the cost (they have 'em for cheap here).

Right next to me I noticed a guy with thick, curly hair that covered his face. He was wearing sunglasses, a leather jacket, and jeans with bleach spots.

"Oh. Hey," He said casually like he wasn't trying to hide some Led Zeppelin record in his jacket.

"Hi, what are you trying to do?"

"Uhhhh, I'm Sorry-"

"It's alright, I've done it once or twice. I can pay for it,"

"No thats alright, I think this one's on sale anyway,"

"It isn't. The discounted ones are in the crate over there,"

"Oh,"

"Don't worry, I'll get it. No offense, but it looks like you can't even afford new pants,"

"Alright, I guess," He sounded like he hadn't slept for days, which was probably why he didn't put up much of a fight. He handed you the record and you made your way to the counter.

"Ah Diana! Was yesterday payday or somethin'? Who's that guy right next to ya?" You turned to your left to see the guy with the leather jacket standing next to you.

"Uhhmm… Yeah I got a bit of cash. This is…" I looked at the record stealing guy

"Uhh, I'm Slash," He said sheepishly

"Well it's nice ta meet ya kid!" Mr. Bronze, the storeowner, exclaimed in his central Jersey accent.

"I haven't seen ya around before," He said, looking Slash over

"I just moved down here. Me and my friend came down here to be in a band with some guy we met,"

"Ah cool. We gonna be sellin' ya recards anytime soon?"

"I dont think so," Slash chuckled a bit

"We've still got aways to go"

"Aww, well maybe I'll see you guys around," Mr. Bronze said, handing you the paper bag with the records in it.

"Maybe. See ya!" I said, curious to know more about this new guy.

"See ya!" The store owner waved at you before you and Slash left.

"Soooo…" He started

"Oop sorry," I said, handing his record out to him

"It's alright," He said, taking it gently

"Hey, do you wanna meet my friends?" He asked out of the blue

"Sure," I replied, not being able to think of what else to say.

"Follow me," We walked in almost total silence apart from the cars, and the occasional sound of a bar playing "Smokin' in the boys room". God, that song is everywhere. I noticed that we were walking on a similar path to the one I took as a bartender at The Whisky. He took my hand wordlessly, and pulled me across the street as fast as my legs could possibly move.

"We're here!" He shouted at someone I couldn't see. Whoever it was opened the door, which as I got closer, I realized the guy who opened the door must have had to bend down alot to get through. Slash motioned for me to go first, and I did. It smelled terrible and I tried my best to ignore it because how cool it was decorated.

"Soo uhhhhh… Well, you already met me. Uhhh… This is Duff," He said, aimlessly motioning in the direction of the giraffe of a man who opend the door. He stood a little taller as he had managed to get in the door. He awkwardly waved at me as if he didn't know what to do. Slash nudged him and he seemed to remember how to talk.

"Hi, I'm Duff McKagan," He said shyly. He looked like he didn't know what else to say until some other guy started talking.

"Which one of you guys brought her home?" Questioned some red-headed guy rather loudly

"Axl calm down-" Duff the giraffe tried to say

"Nuh-uh McKagan, not when you bring a girl like THAT home!" Axl yelled loudly, throwing me a cocky look, as if he was better than me.

"Slash brough her over man!" Duff yelled, as if fed up with Red's antics.

"Oh, so he's starting to bring over groupies now, is he?"

"AXL SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH" yelled a smaller blond guy who seemingly came from upstairs.

"Yeah man, I just offered to show her the place. She's pretty cool,"

"I caught him trying to steal from a record store,"

"Yeah and then she bought me the record!" Axl scoffed

"Whatever you all say man," and went on his way thankfully.

"Sorry about him. He's a total asshat," giggled the small blond guy.

"Stevie's the only one who usually tells him off, he'd yell at the rest of us, but Steven's just too cute to be mad at," Duff explains. I wondered if this guy had a crush on his friend and decided not to ask about it. Stevie decided to pop up.

"Would you like a beer?" He asked sweetly.

"I'm alright"

"You sure?" He pouted a bit.

"Yeah, I don't drink before 3," I couldn't help but smile a bit, he is really cute.

"O.K., more for meeee!" he bounced over to the rather small fridge and took out two bottles of beer, and a bottle of Jack Daniels. He handed the whisky to Duff, and gave Slash a bottle of beer. Steven proceeded to chug his own as fast as he could. Giraffe guy took a swig of his drink as Slash started to ask questions.

"So uh, what DO you do for work?"

"I'm a dishwasher. I wanna play guitar in a band though," Joan Jett came into my mind as I always though she was super cool. An inspiration of mine as she totally kicks ass. As I almost got lost in thought, Duff's voice pulled me back into reality.

"We had-had actually been looking for a rhythm guitarist," He said he sounded a little drunk but definitely not as shy.

"I was practicing to be rhythm guitarist actually. Was there no one else who could stand living in here?" I asked lightheartedly

"We're friends with a guy who we thought it would be cool if he was in the band, but he went with his friend and ow they're playing together" Slash told me

"Yeah, Izzy said he was fed up with Axl, and Tracii needed another guitarist," Steven said seemingly having even MORE energy than before.

"Hey uhh… Would you like to try out? Like, for the band?" Slash asked, he looked like he was nervous to say anything. I wondered if it was because of maybe a manager or Axl. 'Why not?' I asked myself. 'Steve, Duff, and Slash are cool atleast. Just go for it!'

"Alright," I managed to say. My voiced cracked and I wondered what I was going to have to audition with.

"Do you wanna go back to your place if you have your equipment there, or do or you fine borrowing my stuff? It's all upstairs," Slash vaguely gestured to the ladder leading up to the second floor.

"We practice up there. You can hear Steven's drumming and Axl's screaming from eight blocks away," Duff chuckled. He got up, and just stood there like he was waiting on instructions.

"You don't mind if I borrow your equipment?" I asked Slash.

"My roomate and his girlfriend are staying there shooting up. I don't wanna go back with you guys and there be blood all over the couch."

"That's fine. I got a copy of a Gibson Les Paul and a Fender Telecaster. Oh, and a Magnatone amp," He started his way up the ladder, and when he got to the top he looked back down to see if I was going up. After I climbed up, Small and Tall found their way up too. The three of them sitting on the floor to watch me play. I plugged the Telecaster to the amp, and thought about what to play. 'Led Zeppelin? Def Leppard? Billy Squier? AAhhhh!' I was practically sweating, and then it hit me. 'AC/DC'. I started playing "For those about to rock (We salute you)"

"That was sooooo good!" Steven yelled. He seemed over the moon, like the band might have found it's missing piece. The other two just yelled randomly and clapped as much and as loud as they could. I took the guitar off of me and jokingly took a bow. All three of them kept staring at me until finally Red said something

"You're in!"

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When he said that, I knew that something was going to happen. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew shit was about to happen. Several weeks later, we met this guy named Alan Niven. He basically tells us he likes how we sound, and that he can get us a record deal. We went for it so now we're recording our debut album "Appetite for Destruction". The band that the guys are friends with are in the same recording studio. Sometimes the drummer or the lead guitarist comes to flirt with me. Sometimes the rhythm guitarist, who's name I found out is Izzy, comes to say hi to the guys. The other day I heard Slash with Izzy and Tracii, and they were talking about me.

"So how's it goin' with the new chick?" Izzy asks while they're on a smoke break.

"Diana? She's really cool,"

"And hot!" Tracii exclaims with a smirk I rolled my eyes as I continued on my way. After all, it would be pretty awkward if I was found eavesdropping. I wen to the bathroom and just took a breath. I wondered how much longer the recording process was going to be for us because we've already got most of it finished. I think we've only got another song or two and then we're done. Everybody's playing really well, even though most of us are usually on drugs. It's just a part of this life I guess. Erin, Axl's girlfriend popped her head in.

"There's one more song to record, and then recording will be finished!"

"Alright, thanks for the heads up!" I smiled at her as I washed my hands quickly and went back out. I'm relatively sure that the last song is like a 2-in-1. "Rocket Queen" I saw the lyric page on the counter where the producer was sitting. I remember the girl this was written about. She hung out with alot of bands and wanted to be in one of her own. If she ever does I hope she gets far.

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May 16th 1988. We spent another year trying to get by, and now we're FINALLY getting somewhere! "Welcome to the Jungle", "Paradise City", and especially "Sweet Child O' Mine" are all getting serious airplay on the radio. Plus, the video for "Sweet Child O' Mine" is also getting heavy MTV rotation.

We have a show tonight and I'm kinda nervous. Within the past week there's been three people that have asked me for me autograph. I'm sure we'll do fine. Apparently we're scheduled to do an interview in four days, and a tour with Aerosmith this year. Last year we toured with Motley Crue, that didn't go so well. Between Nikki being rude and sexist, Vince and Axl getting into arguments and fights, and just the general debauchery of Tommy, Nikki and Vince, never again.

It's almost time for the show and everybody's hyped up. Steven comes running up to me to give me a fist bump. I watched as he ran back to his drum kit and hopped behind it.

"When he jumps his hair looks like popcorn,"

I noted quietly and giggled at myself.

"Sounds like a good nickname for 'm. I might have to introduce him like that one day," Axl said, laughing a bit. His energy was directed in a good way, and he seemed ready to put on a hell of a show. Good. The curtain opened and we turned towards the audience. 'Holy shit, this looks sold out. I hope we can do this'. We suddenly heard a voice say:

"And now… GUNS N ROSES!" the crowd was louder than any catfight you'd hear in a club.

"Hello California! This is really cool, it's the first sold-out show we've ever played," Axl said into the mic as the crowd cheered again.

"How y'all doing tonight?" Even more cheering.

"This first one, out best one, well… You all know it!"

Slash played the opening chords to "Welcome to the Jungle" as the rest of us started to join in. It never fails to amaze me just how strong Axl's voice is, the way he can do that scream every damn time.I felt like someone was staring at me, and I noticed that most people were. When it came to the point where Axl would introduce us, I'm relatively sure that there was more applause for me then the rest of them. Although it was hard to tell because I think that for once there was more excitement for Duff, Steven and me than there was for Axl and Slash. At least I think so.

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Today's the day of the interview, although turns out I have one to do by myself while the rest of the guys go do the one we were all told about. I asked my best friend if she would record the one they're doing so I can watch it and laugh at them later, and she said sure.

Here I am, being interviewed by Riki Rachtman on MTV. I'm about to panic because he's the coolest and newest host, along with the cutest. I saw him on TV several weeks ago and I kinda have a crush on him. We both looked towards the back of the room as we saw the countdown. '5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1'

"You're watching MTV, I'm your host Riki Rachtman. Here, we have the rhythm guitarist of Guns N Roses, Diana Beverly!" The people in the audience seemed pretty happy to see me as they cheered a little.

"What we're gonna do here folks, is we're gonna talk to Diana for a while, let her chose a music video yknow. Then we're gonna talk bit more, and then we'll close out by her announcing the most requested videos on MTV, alright?"

The audience cheered again and I heard some people cheering my name. Riki turned towards me, smiled, cleared his throaght and began.

"So Diana, how's it goin' first of all?"

"I'm pretty good Riki. How are you?"

"I'm doin' fine. Your band Guns N Roses, or GNR for short, have had a bit of success recently. How's it been treatin' you?" He smiled and made eye contact DIRECTLY at me and I felt like I was gonna fall out of my seat.

"I's umm… Well, we haven't really seen much of it yet" I laughed a bit to help get rid of the nerves.

"Ah really?" He asked jokingly

"Not just yet no. I think we might see more of it when we go on tour this year!" I said trying not to squeal. I can't help it, he's just soooo cute. Hopefully I can play it of as excitement of going on tour with fucking Aerosmith.

"Yeah, that's right. Guns N Roses are going on tour with Aerosmith this year. It starts next month!" The crowd got very excited to hear that as there were people who were jumping up and down and screaming while shaking their friends. It was crazy. We talked for a bit while we subtly flirted with each other a bit. Eventually the music video had to come on people's TV screens, so I chose "Dude Looks like a Lady". What can I say, I like Aerosmith and men who look like women.

Afterwards me and Riki chatted a little bit more, and eventually our time was nearly out.

"So, ladies and gentlemen, Who would like to ask our lovely guest here the final question for today?" at least 80% of people's hands shot up immediately. Riki leaned close to me and whispered

"Pick one" I saw a girl who looked to be maybe 14 and chose her.

"You in the pink jacket!"

"Do you have a crush on one of your bandmates?" I was taken aback by it. I couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"No, although I think they're in love with me. Thank you for asking," I said, trying not to fall over laughing.

"Alright, it's time for the finale. Diana will open this letter and see what it says inside!" The crowd cheers again. Someone came out to give me an envelope with something inside. The crowd started chanting

"Open it! Open it! Open it! Open it!"

"Okay, Okay folks. Diana, what's the video for this week?" I tore open the envelope and unfolded the paper inside. It read "Tie between 'Welcome to the Jungle' and 'Girls Girls Girls'" I nearly started to cry out of happiness.

"What's it say" some girl called out.

"Girls Girls Girls an- and Welcome to the Jungle!" I nearly felt my heart come out of my chest. This was everything I had hoped and dreamed of since I was little. Making it in a rock n roll band. This was IT! I started to squeal like a child who just got given a puppy. Everybody was happy to hear that my band had made it.

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I had ridden to my best friend's place in a limo, and when I got out she pulled me inside and started screaming.

"That went so well!"

"Thank you. I tried my best!" I said, taking a seat on her couch.

"Do you want something to eat?" She asked, heading for the fridge already.

"Do you have any Pecan Pie?"

"Of course!"

"Perfect," I sighed and leaned back a bit. She handed me a plate, and as I thanked her, she turned on the tv to the guys interview. I noticed they all looked like they were missing something or someone. Me. I watched as Steven just would not sit still, Duff and Axl trying their best to talk coherently, and Slash seemed kind of lost in thought. At some point in the interview, Slash had been asked a question about not being the only guitarist in the band. I heard him say

"I think she's really cool. Yknow, Diana… She knows what she's doing, she's pretty good at what she does yknow," and that was that.

When I got home, the guys were watching my interview. Axl and Steven were sprawled across the couch, leaving Duff and Slash to sit on the floor. I decided to try to watch it standing up, but as soon as Steven saw me, he got himself up and took Axl with him. Duff and Slash both took notice of this and also sat down, still leaving room for me. I sat down and I watched it with them, paying even more attention whenever Riki said something. I also noticed that Slash would look over at me jealous whenever I had been done talking. When "Dude Looks like a Lady" started playing, Duff suggested we go to a bar 'For celebration of hard day's work'. We all agreed and Stevie called up his girlfriend to see if she wanted to go. Apparently not.

We went to a place that I don't remember the name of. It wasn't great, but at least it got cleaned sometimes. We decided to have a drinking contest (Slash purposed the idea after Duff drank a bottle of Vodka in a minute). Me and Duff ended up tied when we both had to run to the bathroom. Afterwards, I

ended up feeling better, but I nearly walked right into Slash. He was also trashed out of his mind, and he tried to flirt with me. Badly. I thought it was stupid, but apparently it worked, as the next thing I knew we were in the same bed. I was trying not to let all the alcohol get to my brain, but it was too late. I halfway didn't know what I was doing as I sank to my knees and started to blow him.

I couldn't fully get it all the way in my mouth, as he was pretty big. I tried to please him the best I could, licking around some of it that I couldn't take otherwise. I have no idea how long I tried to do this for, but eventually he pulled me off of him. He got himself off, and then pushed his fingers inside me, until he got me off too. When he did I lined myself up with him, and he slammed into me and bottomed out. We went into a few different positions before he started to slow down.

"Come on, I know you can come again," He said, his voice raspy and breathing getting heavier. I

did, the euphoric rush sending shockwaves all over my body. He eventually pulled out, and hugged me as we fell asleep together.

In the morning we woke up to Duff screaming. When we looked at each other we figured out what that was about, I put on my clothes hurriedly and got out of the room.

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When we were packing up for the tour Slash was trying to get my attention. I didn't want to admit that I kinda wanted to talk to him to work things out. We all had an appearance on MTV today and I could tell that Slash was not happy about it. Riki was supposed to be the host again (as he normally was by now), and I had been told to play flirt with him again. I didn't fully want to. I didn't fully want to do anything really. Finally, Slash grabbed my hand, and pulled me into his room. He locked the door and turned towards me. I had no idea what he had in mind but I wasn't having it. I was trying to get past him, but he sat me on the bed and sat beside me.

"Why?" He asked, his voice barely audible. I felt bad for him because he looked hurt. He had girls crawling around him all the time and yet he turned them down. Whenever someone said they thought I was attractive, or that they had a crush on me, he would get jealous. We made a mistake and I fell for him too. I didn't know what to about it really.

"Why what?" I decided to ask, hoping that he wouldn't bring it up.

"Why have you been avoiding me since then? I mean, what did I do wrong?" he said, he sounded like he was about to cry. I wanted to start to cry too, I didn't want him to be sad. I turned towards him and kissed him. I didn't know what else to do, and was relieved when I felt him kiss back. Fireworks set off in my heart as it turned into a make-out session. Eventually we pulled away for breath. Steven knocked and cleared his throat.

"Mm.. We need to get a move onnnn!" He yelled from the other side of the door.

"We will!" I yelled back. I looked over at Slash and smiled. He looked at me and spit out the question

"Will you be my girl"

"Yes"

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B-side (2/4)

Slash(1986) x reader part 2 of 4

Summary:

After guns and roses finally breaks on the sunset strip there is chaos. Messy, raw and fun but it doesn’t all stay on stage the real mess is within the band more specifically between you and slash.

You were at the front of the stage. It wasn’t the biggest concert venue, but bigger than any Guns had played before. Slash was next to you, shoulder to shoulder. Axl had fallen back so you guys could have the spotlight. The heat from the crowd and the stage lights beating down on you felt like power, but nothing beat the heat coming off of you and Slash playing. Backstage was different now that the band had blown up. There were always new girls waiting, and even sometimes guys waiting to meet you, though you weren’t as open to hookups as the guys. After this concert was no different. You all ran backstage after the show, a few girls waiting in dressing rooms, but you were all still high off adrenaline, getting drinks and celebrating your biggest show yet.

Your high was ruined pretty quick when some girl, a groupie pushed past you to get to Slash. You didn’t say anything, it wasn’t your place, but to say you didn’t feel a bit angry would be a lie. Maybe it was just that you got pushed, or that the guys had more people drooling over them. Whatever it was didn’t matter now, though, as you announced to everyone you were gonna go outside to have a smoke.

Once you were outside, cig in hand, a guy approached you. Nothing serious—he lit your cigarette and said the show was great and that you looked great. It had been like five minutes of you guys talking, mostly about the show, when Slash walked out the backstage doors. And as fast as he was there, he was gone. He looked at you, and turned right back inside. He seemed angry. Once you went back inside, dismissing the guy you were talking to, you went to check on what was happening inside—but mostly with Slash.

You had gotten super close as the band formed, as friends, and he would flirt shamelessly, but it was a joke, same as you did with him and the other guys. When you walked in, Duff Steven and axl were on the couch talking, now drunk, and a joint being passed around. Steven was on the arm of the couch next to Duff, and there was a girl basically on top of Axl at this point. You interrupted them to ask where Slash went and why he seemed pissed, and they were all as clueless as you, if not more. Axl didn’t even know he was mad, and Steven was the only one conscious enough to tell you he was in his dressing room and to knock in case there was a girl in there with him, which made you feel the same as earlier, but again you dismiss it.

When you knocked on the door, he didn’t answer, so you opened the door anyway. You had known the boys long enough to see more than you would have wanted on stage, backstage, and just hanging out, so it was no different now. He had changed since getting off stage, now in jeans and a T-shirt with his hair tied back. When he saw it was you, he didn’t ignore you, but he was short with all his looks and scoffed when you asked what his issue was, and after some serious pushing, Slash answered, “I wanted to let you know Crüe’s manager called, we got the spot.”

And then, almost too quiet for you to hear, he said, “but clearly you were too busy to celebrate,” and you answered, angry, “oh sure, Slash, talking to that guy about the show made me so busy, as if every one of you didn’t have a girl hanging off your neck when we got backstage, like that’s not how it’s been since we got our spot at bigger stadiums instead of shitty bars along Route 66.”

He just looked at you, didn’t say anything, so you walked out, seeing Axl making out with that groupie again, and Duff and Steven talking, but now everyone was staring at you. they heard everything. Even Axl turned from the girl he was with to look at you… still pissed off, you said, “what?” No one answered, so you walked away into your dressing room to pack your bag and go back to the hotel.

After packing, Slash was still in his dressing room and the rest of the guys were still in the same places, so you went to go sit with Steven and Duff. Duff started sharing his vodka with you, and along the way you ended up a few beers deep and however many shots you drank from duffs bottle. By the time you were all leaving, almost everyone was wasted, and somewhere in the mix you all smoked a joint. Axl and Slash were not as bad as you three, so they packed the car and got everyone in the car the label sent, heading for the hotel.

The car ride to the hotel took way too long in the cramped car. Guitars and special equipment people wanted to keep with them were piled over everyone, and bags stuffed to the floor of the car to try and have the most room possible, but it was still uncomfortable. You were still annoyed, and you could tell Slash was as well, he was just handling it better. Everyone talking about the show still and girls they met after, with loud music playing everyone knew, but in the drunken haze it was drowned out. You almost fell asleep, head laying against the seat and window, just existing in everyone’s energy, till you pulled up to the hotel.

Everyone stumbled out of the car. You were holding onto Duff, and Steven was on the other side of him, while Axl and Slash were handing everyone their bags. Once you got into the hotel, everyone was stumbling over each other. Slash was leading the way, but no better than the rest of you. You were now behind him, dragging your duffel bag while the rest of the guys stood a few steps away. Slash was talking to the check-in lady and started giggling when he saw you followed him Unlike everyone else. you got drunkenly mad at his staring and laughing at you and looked at the ground, not saying anything but clearly mad.

Once you all got the keys, it was back to close proximity in the elevator. Everyone was cramped, and Duff took one of the keys from Slash. Like most times you guys stayed at a hotel, you got two rooms…something about the label trying to save money or something. Steven and Duff were bunking together, so that left you, Slash, and Axl, who was going to take the pullout in the room.

Once in the room, there was a knock on the door, Axl answered and turned back before leaving, saying, “figure your shit out before I’m back, me and Tiffany have a room.” Who Tiffany was, you and Slash didn’t know, but both started laughing—but you were still mad at him. Once Axl left, you said, “oh, I’m not staying here with you, I’m going to Duff and Steven’s room.”

You didn’t even have a chance to leave before Slash said, “no you’re not, you’re drunk.”

You responded, “so are you.”

He said, “yeah, but not as bad as you three. I was smoking more and it’s worn off, I can take care of you.”

You answered, “why would I trust you to take care of me?”

Finally, he turned to you from across the room, taking his earrings off and placing them on the bureau. “Well, you followed me in the lobby. God, you’r exhausting when you’r drunk.”

You were sitting on one of the beds, but this set you off. “Ok, well I’m sorry you got jealous of a man lighting my cigarette, Slash, but you started this, so get over yourself,” as you shut the bathroom door.

You spent a while in the bathroom washing off all the post-show sweat and trying to sober up. When you were out of the shower, you sat on the sink looking in the mirror for a while, still trying to sober up, but also because you forgot your bag in the room and were too stubborn to go back out there. Once finally getting over your half-drunk grudge with yourself for forgetting your bag, you opened the door. The only light on was the lamp between the beds, and as soon as you stepped into the room, something hit you in the face—it was one of Slash’s shirts. He must have realized you forgot one.

When you looked up, he was standing there, joint in hand, and not even looking your way, not saying anything. You turned back into the bathroom to put it on. When you came back out, you walked straight to the other bed, not before grabbing the joint out of his hand first. You turned the light off and passed it back to him. He put it out on the nightstand, and you both laid down.

As you were falling asleep, you heard Slash say, half asleep, “you really think I was jealous of that guy?”

And you answered, the last thing of the day said, “you really think you weren’t,” and went to bed.

Thank you to @stript3ase for the story ideas and request for b-side!