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.
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.
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
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!
