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Duff Mckagan

Prompt 8*

Prompts 1 and 9*

Prompt 24*

Prompt 11*

Prompt 25*

Puppy Love

<To help with the stress of the upcoming album, you get Duff a puppy>

Soft Touches, Warm Cuddles

<You and Duff relax at home when he gets home from tour>

You’re Crazy

<Duff and you are best friends, but you can’t have feelings for each other, right?>

Worth It

<A reflection on your relationship with Duff, from how you met to the ups and downs in the relationship>

Izzy Stradlin

Prompt 6*

Prompt 9 and 30*

Prompt 3*

Sweet Confessions

<You and Izzy finally come clean about your feelings for each other>

Dinner Party Disaster

<When you and Izzy go to dinner with his band, Axl is brutally honest about how he feels about you>

Sweet Child O’ Mine

<You’re pregnant and worried about how to tell Izzy, luckily he takes the news pretty well>

Hold Me

<Izzy’s day was horrible and all he wants are some cuddles from his favorite person— except he doesn’t exactly want to tell you that>

Slash

Prompt 26*

Prompts 7, 15, and 22*

Something There

<Slash and you are old friends, but Axl is convince you’re something more>

Guard Dog

<When a guy at the bar gets too touchy, Slash isn’t afraid to show him his place>

One Week

<You surprise Slash on tour with the help of the bend>

Steven Adler

Fun At The Fair

<Steven takes you on a sudden road trip to the fair, but he’s acting a little off>

Pugs and Coffee

<Steven’s pugs running away result in him getting a date>

His Love Language

<Headcanons on what Steven’s love language would be>

Pinky Promises

<You made a promise with your brother, but sometimes rules have to be broken>

Axl Rose

Prompts 1 and 22*

Prompts 3, 14, and 16*

Prompt 15*

Pandemic With Axl

<Headcanons on what quarantining with Axl would be like>

Being in a GnR Music Video

<Headcanons on what it’d be like to be in a Guns n Roses music video>

Three Days

<Another broken promise leads you to finally blowing up>

Savior

<A man tries to follow you to your house, luckily Axl is always ready to protect you>

Nikki Sixx

Prompt 24*

Prompt 1*

Prompts 1, 5, and 6*

Prompt 17*

Prompt 26*

Some Well Needed Comfort

<You comfort Nikki when he needs a shoulder to cry on>

His Love Language

<Headcanons on what Nikki’s love language would be>

I Love You

<When a few brutal Mötley Crüe fans mess with you, Nikki comforts you ending in a confession>

Tommy Lee

Prompt 5*

Lazy Day

<Tommy and you have a relaxing day at home>

Vince Neil

Dinner First

<Tommy and Nikki get a little too pushy when it comes to you having fun, Vince comes to your rescue>

Mick Mars

Nothing yet!

Sami Yaffa

Loving You Is Easy

<You and Sami are very much in love, and the band likes to tease about it>

Nasty Suicide

Nothing yet!

Michael Monroe

Nothing yet!

Razzle

Beach Day

<You get into some shenanigans with Razzle while at the beach>

Requests are CLOSED at this time! Taking a writing break, I’ll be back!

Prompt: “I’m pregnant.”

     It all made sense. The nausea, the strange cravings, the inability to be around your boyfriend whenever he lit up a cigarette because you couldn't stand the smell.

     You're pregnant.

     You knew Axl didn't want a family. Between him being busy with the band and his fear of turning into his father, kids didn't seem in the cards with him. He loved kids, but he couldn't see himself actually having one.

     "Axl, can I talk to you?" You asked once he got home from a long day at the studio. He sighed, already looking annoyed.

     "What?" You swallowed thickly and fiddled with your fingers. You couldn't do it, not while he was already in a mood.

     "Nothing. It's nothing. You're tired, ready for bed?" You asked. He gave you a strange look.

     "If you have something to say, just spit it out."

     "No, Axe, it's really not anything," you pushed, standing up from your spot on the couch to fix the pillows sitting on the cushions. Then you moved to the coffee table, brushing off stray crumbs just for something for your shaking hands to do.

     "Jesus fuck, Y/N, just spit it out already—"

     "I'm pregnant." He stopped, his jaw goes slack. You closed your eyes.

     This is it. This is the end of it. He didn't want a kid, you most definitely wouldn't get an abortion. Tears push at your closes eyelids but you refused to let them get any further.

Suddenly, arms closed in around you. Wet tears fell on your shoulder, soft sobs left Axl’a mouth.

Hope you like my first fic of the year! Also, there’s still spots left if anyone else wants to request blurbs from the prompt list, I just figured I should start posting now.

Prompt: What are you hiding?

Mick is quiet on most days. He’s just naturally a reserved person, at least in comparison to his loud and rowdy band mates. But today is different.

You noticed when you woke up this morning he was already awake. Downstairs in the kitchen, drinking black unsweetened coffee like he always did. That part wasn’t unusual.

What was strange was that he was up before you. You were much more of a morning person, always awake and ready to go once the morning sun hits your face. Mick would rather die that be up before 12 in the afternoon.

You shrugged it off, walking up to him to wrap your arms around him and give him a peck on the cheek. He grimaced a little, but tried to smile for you.

“You’re up early today,” you had said. He shrugged. “Everything alright?”

“Of course.” He takes another sip of his coffee.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he answered. You let it go for a little bit, maybe an hour.

Something bothered you. He wasn’t acting 100% today. He gave you short answers to everything, didn’t want to have a real conversation with you and couldn’t seem to focus correctly. Even when he was sitting on the couch and you went to snuggle and lean against him, he moved away.

“Ok, somethings wrong,” you said finally. “What are you hiding?”

Mick finally sighs, rubbing his temples. You put a hand on his arm, urging him to say something.

“My back is killing me,” Mick spits out.

“Why didn’t you just say so?”

“It’s the one day neither of us had anything to do, I didn’t want you to feel like you had to take care of me,” he says. You cup his face and turn it towards you.

“I don’t mind caring for you. You’re always there for me, let me repay the favor.”

You and Mick readjust on the couch. You massage his back carefully and slowly, trying to release any tension he has.

“Better?”

Ok! So, I decided to try to get back into writing. To start myself off slowly, I’m gonna take the first 10 requests I get. To request, just send me an ask of the number of one of the prompts below and someone I write for. I write for classic members of Guns n Roses, Motley Crue, and Hanoi Rocks. (My pinned masterlist has listed everyone I write for if you wanna check.) They’ll only be blurbs, so maybe like 200 words each. Feel free to combine more than 1 prompt but please only request once. Like I said, I’m only taking the first 10 requests, so get them in quick! Once I get all 10, I’ll start posting the blurbs, and I’ll also post once I get all 10 so you know when all the spots are filled. Thank you and please start requesting!

1.) “Who did this to you?”

2.) “Why are you crying?”

3.) “You’re the stupidest person I know.” “But you love me anyway.”

4.) “Stop looking at me like that, your face will get stuck that way.”

5.) “Shut up and kiss me already.”

6.) “Are you going to help me or not?”

7.) “What are you hiding?”

8.) “How do you somehow always end up in my bed?”

9.) “Go back to sleep.”

10.) “You’re drunk.” “Am not!”

11.) “It’s ok to cry, let it all out.”

12.) “Please hold me.”

13.) “I’m pregnant.”

14.) “What are you doing?” “Baking.” “It’s literally 3 AM.”

15.) “Do you believe in soulmates?”

16.) “You’re bleeding!” “You should see the other guy.”

17.) “Cuddles?”

18.) “Can’t we just stay in bed all day?”

19.) “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Hi! Thanks for your concern, but I’m ok. I honestly just haven’t been in the mood to go on Tumblr. I know that’s pretty irresponsible of me considering I have like 1000 requests, but that’s really the only reason. Whenever I try to get back in the groove of things, I see all the requests I’ve accumulated and get overwhelmed and put it off. I’m sorry, I know that’s probably not what you want to hear but that’s really it. I promise I haven’t lost any love for music or any of the musicians I write about, I just get stressed out.

However, I have been thinking of maybe doing some sorta thing where I put up a prompt list or something and take requests for that. They’d only be 200 word blurbs so I can try to get into that headspace again. I think I’d only take like the first 10 requests so I don’t overwhelm myself and maybe that’ll inspire me to start writing my full length fics again.

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