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[rednightmar3]

HALLOWEEN (PT 3)

the last part! there’s more to their story, but this is the end of the halloween story. oh also tw for vomiting

Duff woke first, eyes opening slowly and blinking the sleep out of them. The first thing he noticed was a big poof ball of hair in his eyes, and realized that he was holding Slash. He let go, scooting away quickly and assessing the damage.

Okay, what do we remember from last night?

Halloween party, check, spin-the-bottle, check, wait… there was a closet too but I can’t remember anything after that.

He reached up to wipe his eyes and felt that they were crusty with tears. He picked them off his eyelashes, running his hands up and down his face.

Why the fuck was I crying last night? Also, why can’t I remember anything? I didn’t drink anything at all, so that leaves a few things but taking the crying into account I think I might’ve had a really bad panic attack and that explains why Slash is here.

This had happened twice before to Duff, once at school when he found out his friend had killed himself, and another when Duff nearly crashed his car on ice just at the beginning of this year. That also explains why I’m in the same bed as Slash.

It was as if the thought had awoken Slash, and he jumped up and rolled out of the bed, sprinting out of the room. Duff watched him with a confused expression, before jumping up to follow him when he heard him retching from the bathroom. He found Slash on his knees in front of the toilet, gripping the seat and vomiting pure liquid puke. “Fuck, how much did you drink last night?” Duff’s voice was raspy, it was difficult to tell whether it was from just waking up or from the panic attack. Slash just glanced up at him, nodding his head before turning back and vomiting again.

Duff pulled the hair from his face, gently pulling it into a ponytail from one that he grabbed from Slash’s wrist. He soothingly rubbed his back, wincing as he dry heaved. “Do you need me to get you some water?” Slash nodded, resting his cheek on the toilet bowl. “Yeah, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low with sleep and raspy with sickness. “Don’t apologize, it’s okay.” That sentence seemed to ring a bell in Duff’s mind, a fleeting glimmer of a memory landing just on the edge of his brain. He couldn’t reach it, but it would come to him soon.

Duff stood, leaving the bathroom to go to the kitchen to get Slash water. Duff surveyed the house, trash and bodies everywhere. The living room was a wreck, bottles and wrappers strewn around. There was even a puke spot on the couch, and he saw Axl desperately running around, picking up every piece of trash he could reach. Izzy was passed out on the loveseat, a random chick facedown on the floor a few feet away. Still no sign of Steven, but he recognized a guy from last night sitting up under the table, groaning as he clutched his head.

A girl was curled up behind a couch, snoring loudly. Axl kicked her, waking her with a shout, and he turned to the guy under the table and grabbed his wrist. “Get up, fuckhead, you all gotta go!” Duff watched from the bottom of the stairs as Axl frantically woke everyone that was still there up, picking up bottles and shit in the process. Duff moved to the kitchen, catching Axl’s attention. “Dude, help me clean, my parents are gonna be here in two hours!” Duff glanced over at the clock, reading ten in the morning, and then turned back to the sink and grabbed a cup from the cabinet next to it. “I’ll help you later, I gotta help Slash first.” Axl just groaned, sliding past Duff and grabbing a garbage bag.

He filled up the cup, turning back to the stairs. As he was walking up them, Steven’s girl, Adriana, ran down past him. “Bye, Duff!” Duff waved, and passed Stevie in the hallway. “Hey Stevie, had fun last night?” Steven just nodded, smiling. “Yeah, until you walked in on us! Mood killer!” Duff’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but couldn’t get a further explanation as Steven ran past him. He returned to the bathroom, finding Slash curled up in a ball by the toilet.

He crouched down next to him, gently removing the stray hairs from his face. Slash sat up, and took the water from Duff, taking small sips. “Thanks.” His voice sounded better already, and he cleared his throat before spitting into the toilet. Duff sat against the wall next to it as Slash moved next to him. “Do you remember anything from last night?” Slash asked, massaging his feet from wearing heels all night for the first time. Duff shook his head, and Slash just laughed softly, standing up to wipe the makeup off his face. “Me neither, dude, I’ve never drank that much before!” Duff stood with him, standing next to him as he wet a towel and wiped at his face. “I didn’t drink anything, but I still don’t remember a thing. Actually, I think I had a panic attack and that’s why, do you remember that?”

Slash froze, staring into the mirror. “No, but I can kind of remember you freaking out. I can’t remember about what, though.” That was a lie, Duff asking about the panic attack brought back the whole night, mainly in little clips but enough to piece together that Duff had kissed him, he had liked it, Duff had a really bad panic attack, and he then fell asleep in the same bed as him. Slash was still, not gay. Duff looked like a woman anyways, so that’s why he enjoyed it.

Duff washed the eyeliner off of his face and took off the small coating of lipstick he was wearing as well. “I’ll probably remember later.” Slash agreed, trying not to make eye contact for fear of giving himself away.

They found Axl’s room, digging through his closet to find pants for both of them and a shirt for Slash.

They went down to help Axl clean, Duff being assigned to the Puke Patch as they were dubbing it, and Slash being assigned every other stain left from the party. Duff struggled to get rid of the Puke Patch, running to the store to grab professional cleaning supplies.

He stepped into the cleaning aisle, and a very familiar song started to play from the speakers. “Led Zeppelin,” he muttered, then stopped in the middle of the aisle. “Holy shit.” It came back in a flash, bursts of memories. His hand sliding up Slash’s thigh, having his first kiss with his best friend, pure unfiltered terror, and then possibly one of the worst panic attacks of his life. He froze, his gaze stuck to the bottle of stain remover in his hand. He remembered Slash coming in, then talking about Led Zep before he fell asleep.

Another memory surfaced, him waking up in the middle of the night and Slash holding him until he fell asleep.

He turned to the shelf, grabbing another bottle of whatever and stared at both of them, his mind racing.

I sure fuckin’ hope he doesn’t remember that.

Maybe I should play along that I still don’t remember so that he doesn’t get suspicious with me withholding details.

Duff made up his mind, grabbing another bottle, paying, and then getting the fuck out of there. He walked back to Axl’s place, setting the bags by the couch and getting to work. Slash came over and sat next to him, watching him scrub at the Puke Patch. “Makin’ progress?” Duff grunted in response, practically tearing a hole in the couch cushion. “It’ll come out before…” he glanced at the clock, feeling his stomach drop as he read the time. “This better come out in fifteen minutes or I’m so fucked.”

Slash grabbed a sponge, moving to help Duff. They worked on the couch together, the stain being barely visible by the time they were done. Axl came running in, surveying the couch. “Can’t even tell! Good job, they’ll be here in like ten.”

Slash’s face dropped as he read the time and he turned to Duff. “I gotta go soon, I barely told my mom I was leaving.” Duff frowned, putting away the cleaning supplies back in the bags he took them out of. “I snuck out,” he laughed, moving to the closet under the stairs to shove them in. Slash mock gasped, “Really? Duff the angel? Sneaking out? I can’t believe it!”

They ran upstairs to gather their shit, and as Slash picked up his dress and tights, he turned to Duff. “Are you sure you don’t remember last night? I wanna know what happened.” Duff looked away, busying himself with gathering his costume pieces. “No, no I don’t.” He heard Slash sigh, and he looked back at him. “Let me know if you do.” Duff nodded, taking his things downstairs as Slash followed him. “I don’t have fuckin’ shoes,” Slash laughed, holding up his heels. Duff smiled, checking that his own shoes were still intact. “Can I get a ride? Mine is, uh, gone.” Slash nodded, observing the bright red heels. “I ain’t wearing these again…”

“I can carry you,” Duff blurted, immediately regretting it. Slash just cocked his head to the side and smiled. “Y’know what, sure. I give you a ride, you give me a ride. We’re even!” Duff laughed, instantly feeling relieved that Slash didn’t care. Duff handed Slash his stuff, and Slash stepped forward. “The only way to do this is bridal style,” he said, cracking his neck. Slash practically jumped into Duff’s arms, Duff barely catching him. He hoisted him up, one arm under his knees and the other holding onto his mid back. He rested his head on Duff’s shoulder, sighing contentedly.

Duff kicked open the door, carrying Slash out to his car. He forced Slash to open the door, and set him down inside the car. He got in on the passenger side, looking over at Slash. “Thanks, Duffy.” Duff nodded, trying not to blush as they drove off.

Slash pulled up at Duff’s house, dropping him off. “Bye Duffles, I’ll see you later!” Duff said goodbye, watching sadly as he drove away. Man, he had really fallen for him. He reached up to gently touch his lips, trying to relive the memory of the kiss second by second. Duff sighed, turning to his house. He stepped up to the front door, and turned the handle.

Slash drove away, looking in the rear view at Duff. He was standing there, touching his face softly. Slash groaned, speeding up a tad bit. He. Was. Not. Gay. There was no way. Maybe Duff liked him. Maybe he wanted Duff to like him. He genuinely didn’t wanna explore his sexuality right now, and flicked on the radio. A slow smile creeped across his face as he recognized the band playing as Led Zeppelin.

[rednightmar3]

HALLOWEEN (PT 2)

tw: panic attack

“Time starts now!” They heard Axl yell from outside the door, and Duff turned to Slash. “So, Shirley. Nice to meet ya.” Slash giggled, trying to sound as girly as possible as he replied, “Hey, Duffy. You’re a cutie, aren’t ya?” He slurred his words, trying to sound drunker than he already was, as he had stolen from Axl’s stash of the hard stuff. Duff was so fuckin’ thankful for the darkness to cover his face, as he was sure it was bright red. “You ain’t too bad yourself, Shirley. Say, how ‘bout after all this shit is over we head back to my place?” Slash cracked, laughing as quietly as possible. “I can’t take this seriously, dude I’ve gotten hit on so fuckin’ much tonight!” Duff instantly felt jealous, but tried not to let it creep into his voice as he responded.

“You still gonna catcall those chicks at school now?” He could feel the wind as Slash vigorously shook his head, practically yelling when he said, “Hell no! That shit is terrible! It made me feel all horrible inside, and I was literally doin’ nothing! I was just wandering around and had my ass grabbed three times! Man, I’m gonna go and personally apologize to all those girls.”

Duff smiled, even knowing Slash couldn’t see him in the darkness of the closet. He sat down, hearing and feeling Slash sit next to him. “Do you know how much time we have left in here, pretty boy?” Slash asked, running his hand up and down Duff’s arm. Duff tried not to start freaking out at the nickname, and the touch, and shakily replied, “Uhm, I don’t know.” Slash definitely noticed, leaning closer to Duff’s face and tracing his hand up and down his arm, moving his other hand to his knee. “Nervous?”

“Just a tad, being alone with a pretty girl like you.” Duff tried to play along, hearing Slash giggle and his smile being the brightest thing in the room. “You have a pretty smile,” Duff said, being fully honest. Slash dragged his hand up his thigh, squeezing it slightly. “Thanks, sweetie.”

Duff felt his face heat up, and to match Slash’s energy he hesitantly placed his hand on Slash’s thigh. Slash just laughed softly, and Duff was trying to read into his every action. He paused, realizing that their time in the closet had to be nearly up, and since he would never be this close to Slash again and he would never be this fucked up again while being this close to him, he closed the gap and kissed Slash.

He felt Slash’s mouth part in a surprised gasp, before pulling away quickly. He removed his hands from Duff and scooted away slightly.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

“Was… uh, was that still acting?” Duff could hear the apprehension creeping into Slash’s voice and quickly tried to dissolve the situation but genuinely could not get any words out. He felt the air leaving his lungs and he didn’t realize he was crying until he felt a tear land on his cheek.

Duff opened his mouth to try and apologize, but all he could manage was a strangled sob. “Are you okay, man? I’m not mad, I just-” He was cut off by the door flying open, and Axl’s silhouette being the only buffer from the bright lights from outside. “Alright love birds- woah, Duff, you alright?” Duff tried to pull a hand up to cover his face, but was stuck, frozen to the spot. He watched other people crowd around the doorway, but could only bring himself to focus on Slash’s breathing from beside him. He shut his eyes and managed to squeak out, “Yeah, I’m alright.”

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.

He matched his breathing to Slash’s next to him, which while it was still fast it was at least slower than Duff’s and it was something to grab onto. He hesitantly opened his eyes, and managed to get his feet under him. He stood up slowly, but then ran out of the closet. Before he turned to the stairs, he stole a glance back at Slash.

He was still sitting on the floor, watching Duff run out of there with a confused expression on his face. He was softly touching his lips, his mind going a million miles per hour.

Why the fuck did I enjoy that? I’m not gay, I’m not gay, Duff is your best friend, you’re not gay for him. It’s not gay to kiss your homies! Even if I’m wearing drag right now, it doesn’t make me gay.

Right?

Duff sprinted past the guys on the stairs, ignoring their lazy grabs at his ankles and turned down the hallway. He’d been to Axl’s before, he knew this house. He opened the door he knew was the bathroom, but seeing it was already occupied by a group of girls he shut the door and moved on. Duff opened another door, this led to a guest bedroom but panicked when he saw two people absolutely going at it. Actually, he was pretty sure it was Steven and Adriana, so he moved on.

He flung open the door to a different bedroom, probably a spare and heaved a sigh of relief that it was empty. He closed the door, not bothering to lock it as he crumpled to a heap at the end of the bed. He let sobs consume him, hugging his arms and knees close to his body.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.”

He repeated this, almost like a mantra as he cried. He could feel his head beginning to hurt as the sobs continued to rack his body, and tried his best to stop but it only made it worse. He couldn’t get his breathing under control, trying all the methods he had been taught but none of them seemed to work.

He had a stupid song stuck in his head, and it was all he could hear as he tried his best to calm down. Suddenly, it all stopped. He stopped crying, he stopped breathing, and he stopped shaking uncontrollably. This moment lasted for a few seconds before Duff screamed in pain, burying his face in the blankets and shaking pathetically as the sobbing came back. He wrapped his arms and legs as close as he possibly could, his weeping turning into screaming as he struggled to calm down. The shaking came back, worse than before, and he could only repeat a useless breathing technique to himself to hang on to something.

“One, two, three, four-” he couldn’t complete it, stuttering on the word four before breaking down again. He looked up at the clock, then back at the door wishing he were home. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling himself calm just a bit before crying out again.

This seemingly endless cycle continued for what seemed like hours, but only a few minutes had passed before Duff heard a quiet knock on the door. “Duff?” Slash’s voice was muffled and Duff felt himself tense up at the sound of it. He bit his hand, trying not to scream but a strangled cry still made its way out of his mouth as the door was slowly opened. Slash stood in the doorway, staring at the scene in front of him. “Shit, Duff,” he rushed forward, remembering to shut the door before stopping just in front of Duff.

“Can I?” His hand hovered over Duff’s shoulder, and Duff just continued sobbing into the blankets, no response. Slash rested his hand on Duff’s shoulder, running it up and down his arm while he sat next to him. “It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re safe, you’re gonna be okay.”

Duff continued to shake, but his sobs were becoming less violent. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, his breath hitching as he said it. Slash shook his head, rubbing his arm. “No, please don’t apologize, I’m not mad, it’s okay.”

Duff looked up at Slash, reaching up to wipe the tears from his eyes. “Really?” Slash nodded, but Duff was still crying. He needed to distract him, and he suddenly knew exactly how as soon as he recognized the song playing downstairs. “Hey, Duff, what do you know about Led Zeppelin?” Duff lifted his head, turning his gaze to the door. “Oh, I know this song. Man, I love Led Zeppelin…” Duff started to talk on and on about them, and eventually his tangent led to other bands and Slash joined in when he could, trying to keep the conversation going.

About five or so minutes had passed from them talking, and Duff seemed to have calmed down a considerable amount but he would still occasionally stop what he was saying and stare into space and take a deep breath before continuing. Eventually, Duff sat up and stretched, locking eyes with the clock. “My mom’s gonna kill me but I can’t drive home this late.” Slash wanted to offer him a ride, but he then remembered all of the alcohol consumption that had taken place that night and didn’t bother to bring it up. “Should I just sleep here? Axl won’t care, I used to practically live here.” Duff looked back at Slash, and Slash just shrugged. “Whatever you want.”

Duff threw off his shoes, and climbed into the bed. He slid off the tutu and tights from under the blanket, still wearing boxers, and tore off the gloves and tiara. He watched as Slash stood, walking to the door. “Is there anything you need?” Duff was gripped by panic yet again, imagining being alone again and opened his mouth to ask Slash to stay but instead of an actual request all that came out was a timid, “Stay.” Slash turned, reaching to take off his jacket. “Are you sure?” Duff nodded, watching as Slash stripped to as little clothing as Duff was wearing, and slid into bed next to him.

“This is like the sleepovers we used to have,” Slash said, turning to face Duff. Duff smiled, agreeing and admiring his face. They laid there for another minute or so until Slash drifted off first, leaving Duff awake and alone with his thoughts.

I don’t think he cares, but I do. I don’t want to have ruined our friendship, even if I’m the one who’s acting differently.

Duff watched Slash’s breathing, slow exhales and inhales. He just looked at his face, noticing small details before turning to his back, instantly feeling awkward.

A wave of exhaustion hit Duff, and he turned back to his side, facing Slash again. “That was my first kiss,” he whispered, shutting his eyes and blocking out his view of Slash. “I’m sorry.” The word barely left his lips as exhaustion consumed him and he fell into a blanket of sleep.

[rednightmar3]

HALLOWEEN (PT 1)

a sluff fic

SLASH- I admired myself in the mirror, silently thanking my mom for my ass. Damn, I was sexy tonight. I had already worn this a few months ago, but this time was special. I was dressed to impress, and impress I would. Maybe my scrawny freshman ass would be made fun of, but fuck it, I was gonna have fun tonight.

DUFF- I plucked through my closet, searching for the final piece to my costume. I needed the gloves I had bought around a week ago, elbow high white silk gloves. I’m not entirely sure what I was being, but it included a sparkly pink tutu, a plain white shirt, fishnets, and a tiara. I hoped Slash would be there, he said he would, after all. I wondered what he was gonna show up as…

Slash stepped out of his car, walking a block to Axl’s house. He was throwing a Halloween party, and nearly everyone was invited. As he rounded the corner, he could already tell which house it was. He stepped up to the driveway, already absorbing the vibe. You could feel the bass under your feet, lights were flashing in every window, you could hear yelling from the backyard, and the whole premises reeked of booze and weed. Just his kind of atmosphere. Before even going up to the door, he glanced around for quick exits if the cops were called. He doubted that would happen, as this neighborhood was known as “Party Central” at school.

He staggered up the driveway, wobbling on the heels he borrowed, and flung open the door. He was welcomed by Izzy throwing himself onto Slash, shaking his shoulders vigorously. “It’s about time you got here! Food just arrived, fuckin’ knock yourself out.” Slash took in Izzy’s costume. He had a little wire halo above his head, cotton balls glued around it. He had fake angel wings on his back, and just a white shirt and black jeans on. “Axl’s the devil,” he gestured over to the living room, where Axl had little devil horns on and had four girls sitting around him and two other guys, all playing spin the bottle.

Slash chatted with Izzy for a minute, but then soon worked his way deeper into the party. His original assumption was correct: people did stare. But not in the way he thought they would.

“Who’s that?”

“Damn, she’s hot!”

“She looks so familiar I just can’t remember from where…”

Slash held back a grin, walking confidently over to the drinks. He snagged a beer from the watery cooler, and moved to meander around the house. He had practiced his woman voice, finding the perfect octave before he even left, so he was set for conversation.

Slash maneuvered around the house, striking up conversation with people he recognized from school. He passed Steven, flirting with a chick from school he knew very well. She had been hanging around their group a lot recently, Slash could barely remember her name. He thought it was Ariana? Amelia? He couldn’t remember.

He stopped by to say hi, immediately recognizing how fucked up both of them were. “Hey Stevie, where’s the good shit?” He needed to get straight to the point, he needed to get as fucked up as quickly as possible. He gestured over to a few people passing around a bottle of vodka, and Slash thanked him before turning to the group. The chick, Adeline? Stopped him though. “Hey honey, what’s your name?”

Slash hesitated, he was still using his girl voice with Steven so maybe she was addressing him like a woman. “Shirley, what about you?” She glanced over at Steven before replying, “I’m Adriana, but everyone just calls me Adrie,” she dropped her voice to a whisper, looking in Axl’s direction over in the living room, “But Axl calls me rocket queen.” Slash looked over with her, and felt her tug on his arm. “Anyways, I gotta get back to my boyfriend, Stevie, but have fun, girlfriend!”

Slash said goodbye, wandering over to the group with the vodka. He made sure to alter his posture to better display his ass and tits, before tapping on a girl’s shoulder. “Hey, where’d you get the vodka?” She glanced over at the guy currently holding the half finished bottle before jerking her thumb over to a door by the fridge. “Top shelf, pantry. There’s like a bottle left so you might wanna hurry.” Slash needed no hesitation before rushing to the pantry and flinging open the door. There were already three people in there, all trying to reach the vodka. It was really wedged up there, and Slash had an amazing idea.

“Move it, losers!” He shoved his way through the people, reaching the shelves. They were built into the wall, he knew they wouldn’t fall on him if he scaled them. Which he was planning to do.

He peeled off his heels, setting them on a shelf closer to the floor and planted one foot on a shelf. He ignored the people behind him complaining, and reached up to grab a higher shelf. He pulled himself up, keeping his body close to the shelves as he steadied his feet. He carefully stepped up another shelf, gripping on with his hands for dear life.

The bottle was at eye level now, and he slowly released one of his hands to set the vodka on a shelf slightly lower. He kicked a guy trying to take it now that it was within reach, and carefully climbed back down, vodka proudly in hand. He slid on his heels, and sauntered out of the pantry with the three guys following him closely from behind.

“Come on, we had dibs on it first!”

“Don’t be a bitch, just share it with us!”

Slash rolled his eyes, finding a spot slightly hidden from everyone else, and chugged nearly a third of the bottle, grinning madly as he felt his throat burn. He took light sips, observing the party around him. Still no sign of Duff. He saw Axl trying to get Izzy to join spin-the-bottle-seven-minutes-in-heaven, but Izzy declined.

After the bottle was about half finished, Slash tried to find the dudes who he stole from, and came across them sitting on the stairs taking turns passing a beer around. He overheard their conversation before approaching them, hesitating slightly.

“Dude, all the fuckin’ beer is gone, there’s nothing left! And after that bitch stole the vodka, we legit have nothin’. If I see her, I’m gonna beat her ass!” Slash wandered over to them, holding out the vodka. “Hey, here you go. I’m done with it.”

The guy with a lameass excuse for a beard snagged it from him immediately, his jaw dropping as he felt the weight. “You… you drank all of this?” Slash nodded proudly, and the dudes just looked away and passed it between themselves. Slash walked away, being free from extra weight to carry around.

He wandered around for a little while longer, a few guys grabbing his ass before he turned around and gave em’ a good ol’ man voice that scared them off. Sure, his voice was already feminine, but his normal voice combined with lookin’ like a chick? Instant fear.

He moved from the kitchen to the living room, and took an empty seat on a loveseat by the spin the bottle people. He spent a while observing, picking at his red painted nails and adjusting his dress boredly. Axl turned to Slash after about three rounds and beckoned him to join. Slash jumped up, taking a seat next to a chick with huge tits.

“Alrighty, this is my friend, Shirley. She doesn’t go to our school, she’s homeschooled and she just moved here,” Axl introduced Slash, a huge grin stretched across his face, Slash being thankful that Axl was playing along. This was going to be a lot more fun if the people that knew about his costume were acting like he was a chick. Slash waved to everyone, giving a short introduction himself before Axl began the game. They played two rounds, Slash being up next when he heard the front door open for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. He didn’t even bother to look up, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a sparkly pink tutu and fishnets. He immediately knew it was, based on the beads on the converse.

Duff sat down across from Slash, turning to Axl. He glanced at Slash, then did a double take. His jaw dropped slightly, looking Slash up and down. Slash just smirked slightly, taking the bottle and giving it a good whirl. It slowed around the dude sitting next to Duff, before Axl kicked it slightly and pointed it towards the pretty princess sitting across from Slash. Slash stood up, beckoning Duff to stand up. Duff stood, following Slash to whatever closet this fucked up game of spin-the-bottle-seven-minutes-in-heaven was going on in, and shut the door behind him.

[rednightmar3]

Hi Im Red!

i’m slightly new to tumblr and i’m new to posting, so here’s this!

i write fanfic about bands and shit. if you have a request, send it in! i write for a lot of bands, mostly metallica, guns n’ roses, and sometimes megadeth (mostly dave). i will update this as i write and post. i write mostly about sluff and x readers. thanks.

WILL WRITE:

• fluff

•angst

•smut

• x reader

• x bandmate (depends who you request)

• x someone from another band

• ask for shit, i’m pretty open

WILL NOT WRITE:

• big age difference

• incest

• mpreg

• piss/scat/vomit

• pedophillia

• rape/noncon

• foot fetishes

• beastiality/zoophilia

• necrophilia

OTHER CHARACTERS OR MEDIA I WRITE FOR:

• breaking bad (mostly jesse pinkman)

this list will be updated as i expand my pallet beyond specific hyperfixations of mine

MASTERLIST:

This will be updated as i post/write!

SLUFF SAGA

Halloween Part One

Halloween Part Two

Halloween Part Three