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I was wondering if you write for Faster Pussycat. I just want to know for when you do open up requests again. Thanks, love your work.

With the knowledge that I have of Faster Pussycat currently, I’m going to have to say no.

I’m sorry, but I’ll be sure to let you know if that change in the future!

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What kind of requst do you do and who do you do them for if you don't mind me asking.

I don’t really have a set list of people of I write for partially because I’m always expanding my knowledge about artists and bands! Anyone that I’ve written for in the past I’d be happy to write for again and if you think I might know an artisit, you can always ask :) There’s plenty of folks I haven’t written about that I would love to in the future!

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Just wanted to say I love your writing abt razzle! You make him so adorable!! 💖💕💘

Thank you so much! Razzle is someone who I love getting to create imagines for! His personality just writes itself!

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Babe we can report them if you want!

Thank you!! But they posted it on another site (ao3)… I don’t know if there’s a way to report on there?

I sent them a message asking them to delete it so hopefully they do 🤞 If not, I don’t know.

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Hey, so like this should go without saying but please don’t steal/copy/take my work (or anyone else’s work) as your own!

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Love Drunk

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Reader

A/N: please someone enjoy this because I wrote like twenty versions of this I swear

“Ha! I can see your ass!”

In different circumstances, Izzy would have found your current inebriated state to be quite humorous. In fact, he had even been laughing back when the two of you had been at the bar with his bandmates not too long ago. There, it was all fun and games while you danced with Steven like a crazy person and made crude jokes with Duff.

However, after you left the bar and you and Izzy had begun your journey home, things became less, well, laughable.

It had started out alright. It was only a seven-block walk to your place from the bar. You were still laughing about something Duff had told you and Izzy was admiring your smile and the rosy hue on your cheeks that the alcohol had brought on. Less than half a block into your walk home though, you stumbled on the sidewalk (probably due to the fact that you were wasted), fell, and twisted your ankle. Now, Izzy was carrying you home, your body slung over his shoulder haphazardly. Izzy, who was not the biggest guy, was now stumbling himself as he struggled to carry your dead-weight for the seven-block walk home. You, after you’d stopped crying about your ankle of course, were having the time of your life seemingly, slung over Izzy’s shoulder contentedly and babbling on.

“Iz, I can see your ass,” you said again with a giggle.

Izzy merely grunted as he readjusted you on his shoulder.

“Okay, babe,” he said, barely focused on your words and cursing under his breath as his feet stumbled again on the uneven pavement. The last thing he needed to do right now was wipe out whilst carrying you.

“Izzy, I love your butt,” you continued, completely disregarding any of the struggles your boyfriend was facing. “You have the cutest tush, y’know?”

Your words were practically slurred to the point where Izzy had to strain to try to understand what you were trying to say, but the following squeeze you gave his butt got your point across well enough. Izzy couldn’t help the blush that spread across his face at your actions and he rolled his eyes, thankful that his friends were no longer with you two to witness what was currently happening. He could only imagine what they would have to say if they were to witness his current predicament.

“I shouldn’t have ever let you agree to that drinking competition with Slash,” he said, choosing to ignore your comments regarding his backside and your accompanying groping.

“But it was fun,” you protested, momentarily distracted from your boyfriend’s butt after being reminded of the drinking contest you had participated in earlier. “And I won!”

“(Y/N), you did not win,” Izzy said, thinking back to how badly you’d been outdrunk by Slash. His bandmate had probably drunk five times more than what you had been able to consume and in half the time too. The contest had still gotten you sufficiently drunk though (clearly).

“Well, I feel like a winner,” you replied.

Izzy could practically hear the grin in your voice and was unable to keep a smile of his own from forming at your drunken commentary. He had to admit that he was quite smitten with your drunken personality.

Truth be told too; this was Izzy’s first time seeing you in such a state. Sure, you’d gotten tipsy before with him, but this was the first time he’d ever seen you full-on drunk before. For Izzy it was intriguing to see someone, who was usually much more shy and reserved, break out of their shell with just a little liquid courage.

“You won’t feel like much of a winner come morning-time,” Izzy told you, just imagining the terrible hangover you would be facing when you woke up tomorrow.

You laughed again and Izzy couldn’t help but smile with you despite his feelings that you weren’t fully registering the meaning of his words.

“Are you coming home with me, Izzy?” you asked, question brought on by the mention of the next morning.

Izzy nodded despite knowing you couldn’t see it happen from your current position.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m taking you home right now, remember?”

“Is your butt coming too?” you giggled.

You really couldn’t let the butt thing go.

You managed to snake your arms around Izzy’s body awkwardly as he continued to carry you over his shoulder, stroking your fingers along the silky fabric of his shirt absentmindedly as you did so.

“Yes,” Izzy said with a sigh, trying in vain to pretend as if he couldn’t feel your drunken touch tickle his sides. “I don’t really have a choice in that matter, do I?”

You let out another laugh and Izzy rolled his eyes again. You really were quite the lightweight.

“You’re funny, Iz.”

Izzy adjusted you in his arms again as he continued walking.

“You talk a lot more when you’re drunk,” Izzy told you teasingly. “Did you know that?”

“I’ve got a lot to say,” you replied.

“Yeah?” Izzy asked. “Like what?”

He had a feeling he just personally invited the floodgates to open up with that question, but he didn’t care. Your babbling was too cute to mind.

You were silent for a beat as if thinking.

“Like… that you smell good, and brandy tastes gross, and your back is warm,” you eventually came up with.

Izzy hummed lightly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and your pants are tight, and I love that,” you continued.

Izzy snorted.

“I mean it, I love your pants. I love you Izzy.”

Your boyfriend’s heart fluttered at your easy heartfelt confession. Though you told him plenty of times how much you loved him when you were sober, there was something strangely endearing about how you said it to him now.

“I love you too,” he said to you.

“Even when you have to carry me?” you asked.

“Even then,” Izzy confirmed.

You nuzzled your face into his back and another smile crept up onto Izzy’s face.

“Izzy?”

“Yes, my love?” he replied.

“I can still see your ass.”

His smile dropped. It was going to be a long night.

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I love your blog so much😭

Aw! Thank you!! I'm so glad you like it :) And thanks for reblogging my shit because that means the absolute world to me!! <3 <3

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Your affinity for shy men is a godsend. Your writing is adorable!

YES! SOMEONE GETS IT! THANK YOU!!

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You Make Loving Fun

Razzle Dingley x Reader

A/N: Razzle would make loving fun

Sweet wonderful you You make me happy with the things you do Oh, can it be so This feeling follows me wherever I go

Your small handheld radio rattled out the newest Fleetwood Mac song as you walked along the sidewalk, basking in the bright summer air. It seemed the sun had finally come to stay awhile in England and you were quite pleased to be in its company.

You smiled as you looked further down the road and saw your friend Razzle waiting for you in your agreed meeting spot. His hair fluttered in the warm breeze as he leaned against the light post, his hands shoved deep into his trouser pockets. Your feet naturally quickened their pace as you walked over to greet him. When Razzle picked up his head and finally caught sight of you, his face broke out into a wide grin.

“You made it,” he said to you once you had finally reached him.

“Don’t I always?” you replied, nudging his shoulder with your own as the pair of you began walking down the road.

Razzle let out a small laugh and threw his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close into his side as you walked. Briefly, you closed your eyes and simply relished in the feeling of being so close to him.

I never did believe in miracles But I've a feeling it's time to try I never did believe in the ways of magic But I'm beginning to wonder why

“You still listening to that hippie bullshit?” Razzle teased, ruffling your hair a bit as he did so.

You rolled your eyes and swatted at his hands.

“Fleetwood Mac is not hippie bullshit,” you said, turning up your radio just to spite him. “Stevie Nicks is a god among us mortals merely blessing us with her song.”

At this, Razzle scoffed.

“Ah, right. God among mortals. My apologies.”

You laughed.

“Besides I don’t complain when you get all starry-eyed over Sid Vicious,” you added.

“That’s different,” he said, he said with a childish huff.

“Mhm. Sure. So where are we going today anyways?” you asked.

You had been following Razzle the whole time the pair of you had been walking, trusting him to guide you to where you needed to go.

“I was thinking of taking you over to Yaverland. We could look for fossils,” Razzle suggested.

Although he spoke in such a nonchalant way, you tell by the way he gazed at you out of the corner of his eye, he was secretly waiting for your approval of the idea.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Razzle said. “I mean, it’s a bit touristy but it could still be fun. If you’d rather do something else instead though, that’s fine by me.”

He was still looking at you, waiting to hear what you thought.

You smiled at him, reached down and took his hand. Giving it a tight squeeze, you reassured him.

“Fossil hunting sounds perfect.”

“Fossil hunting it is then,” he said.

You didn’t miss the way he blushed when you let go off his hand.

****

If you were being completely honest with yourself, Razzle could have suggested something like dumpster diving or bear wrestling and you still would have gone along with it just the same. Whether it was known to Razzle or not, you were completely caught under his spell. You were head over heels for the boy, and would do anything to make him happy, or even better, feel similarly towards you.

You really weren’t quite sure what to make of yours and Razzle’s relationship. The two of you had only just met a mere couple months ago. You and your family had just moved to the Isle of Wright in the spring, and you had met Razzle shortly thereafter. Right from the start of your friendship, something felt different with Razzle than it had with anyone else before. Things had just felt right. Everything seemed to fall into place. With Razzle, it felt like more than just friendship.

You just didn’t know if he felt the same.

There were moments where you felt sure there was something there something mutual, but you could never act on it. What if you were mistaken? What if all those shared jackets and cigarettes were just a sign of friendship and not something more?

“Hey, Earth to (Y/N)? You still with me?”

Your train of thoughts was derailed as Razzle waved his hand in front of your face.

“Yeah, I’m still with you. Sorry,” you replied, a bit sheepish for having been caught trapped in your thoughts. “What were you saying?”

“Just that I was going to miss these daily adventures is all,” Razzle said.

Since you and Razzle had become friends, he had made it his personal duty to show you around the Isle of Wright, taking you on daily outings to explore the island. It had been one of the best summers of your life, seeing all the island had to offer with your new favorite person by your side.

“I’m going to miss this too,” you agreed.

Once summer was over, you and Razzle would have to return to school for your final year of high school (though Razzle spoke incessantly to you about dropping out). Once school began, there would be no more time for your adventures. You’d surely be too busy with classes and homework to run around from town to town and seeing the sights.

“School is going to suck compared to this,” Razzle sighed, “but at least you’ll be there with me.”

You couldn’t have agreed more.

****

By the time the two of you got to Yaverland, there were plenty of people at the beach. It wasn’t surprising considering how lovely the weather was. The sun was shining, and the air was warm. Couples with their children played in the sand and plenty of people were taking their dogs out for a stroll.

You let out a deep breath as you took in the smell of the salty air around you.

“You like it?” Razzle asked, noticing you taking in your surroundings.

You nodded.

“You said there’s fossils?” you asked, curious.

“If we’re lucky,” he replied. “Sometimes you can find some laying about in the sand. I found some here once when I was a kid. I thought we could look again.”

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” you laughed eagerly, kicking off your shoes and practically running down to the sand.

You could hear Razzle laughing behind you as he followed your lead. You raced with him all the way down to the shoreline, only stopping once your feet were splashing in the cold ocean.

“Shit!” you cursed, backing out of the cold water quickly. “It’s freezing!”

Razzle, right behind you, cursed as well, as the waves came rushing over his feet.

“There’s no way I’m going swimming today,” he said. “That water is way too cold.”

So, the two of you decided to simply walk along the shoreline instead, carrying your shoes in hand and occasionally letting the ocean wash over your toes when you were feeling brave. As you walked the two of you talked about anything and everything-  school and music and jobs and family. Razzle told you all about his punk band dreams and listened attentively when you shared your own crazy and ambitious hopes for the future. You were also sure to look for fossils as you made your way along the beach, keeping an eye out for anything that stood out in the sand.

After some time, you and Razzle came across a nice-sized rock to sit down on and take a break on your walk. You had been walking for some time now and you were both beginning to tire. You placed your radio on the rock next to you, thankful it still had battery and was still playing out your favorite station.

“Today was a good day,” you said, leaning your head over to rest on Razzle’s shoulder.

Out over the ocean, the sky was beginning to darken. Sunset was starting.

“I’m glad,” Razzle said. “I wish we had found a fossil though.”

You’d had no such luck in uncovering any evidence of dinosaurs like you’d hoped.

“That’s okay,” you said with a shrug. “We can always look again next time,” you said with a smile.

Sweet wonderful you You make me happy with the things you do Oh, can it be so This feeling follows me wherever I go

Your smile broadened as the same song from earlier began to play on the radio again. Quietly, you began to hum it under your breath.

“Is this that same song?” Razzle asked.

You nodded, surprised he remembered it.

You were both quiet for a spell as you listened to the music.

I never did believe in miracles But I've a feeling it's time to try I never did believe in the ways of magic But I'm beginning to wonder why

“(Y/N)?” he asked, hesitant.

You turned to face him.

“Yeah?”

“I- I have to tell you something before this summer is over,” he stuttered out, seeming nervous all of a sudden.

“Shoot,” you told him, feigning confidence while your own heart thudded terribly with nervous hope.

“This summer- this summer has been, well, it’s meant everything to me,” he said. “I really like you (Y/N). A lot,” he said.

He looked into your eyes earnestly as he spoke.

You met his gaze.

“I like you too,” you said.

Your voice was almost a whisper as you spoke.

“I think I might love you (Y/N).”

This time you didn’t need to speak at all. You leaned forward and captured Razzle’s lips in a sweet and loving kiss. That was all the confirmation Razzle seemed to have needed because, suddenly, he was throwing his arms around you and practically pulling you on top of him, knocking you both off of the rock you had been sitting on along in the process. Your transistor radio fell into the warm sand below too but neither of you made any move to reach for it, too transfixed with the other.

“I love you too,” you told Razzle as you finally broke apart.

You were practically sitting in his lap now with his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady. He grinned widely at your confession.

You giggled as Razzle began to pepper your face with more kisses as the sound of Fleetwood Mac and crashing waves surrounded you.

You, you make loving fun It's all I want to do

You, you make loving fun It's all I want to do

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Mutuals get a lot of love on this site but I think we should also appreciate the random followers who you see in your notes regularly. The ones who you’ll probably never end up following but they like and reblog almost every post you make. The ones who you see and go “hey I recognize that person!! they love my posts!” every time they show up in your notifications.

Let’s hear it for Blorbo from my Notes.

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Headache

Pairing: Rat Scabies x Reader

A/N: This lil’ fic is dedicated to all my followers that suffer from headache or migraines- I deal with that shit too and it fucking sucks!! ALSO, Rat is referred to as Christopher in this bc I feel like his partner would not be calling him Rat in their day to day lives...

When you got home from work with a raging headache, the last thing you wanted to hear was your boyfriend pounding away on his drumkit. Almost as quickly as you stepped through the front door, the smashing feeling in your head seemed to match the intense beat he was putting out. Your hand flew up to your head, trying to ease your pain as you stepped into your house.

“Fuck,” you groaned, kicking off your shoes.

The sound of your boyfriend’s playing fortunately came to a stop as you made your way further into the flat.

“(Y/N)?” he shouted. “S’that you?”

His voice felt ten times louder than usual and you winced due to the noise.

“Yeah,” you replied weakly, not even sure if he’d be able to hear you.

You made your way into the kitchen and began fixing yourself a glass of water. You could hear footsteps coming down the hallway to where you were. Because of your headache, it sounded like stomping.

“Where are you?” you heard your boyfriend ask before he popped his head into the kitchen. “Oh, there you are.”

His face softened as he spotted you leaning against the sink as you filled your cup.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, taking note of your exhaustion.

You turned to him and nodded, taking a sip of water.

“I’ve got a headache,” you explained, reaching for the cabinet you kept the painkillers in. “Work was shit and I’ve got an awful headache.”

He frowned.

“Aw shit,” he said. “Anything I can do to help?”

You managed to send a small smile his way despite feeling so ill.

“Stop banging on the drums for tonight?” you joked.

“Duh,” he replied, practically rolling his eyes. “You don’t need anything else?”

You shook your head and swallowed down your pain medication with a gulp of water. Hopefully it would take affect soon.

“I think I’m just going to lay down for a bit,” you said.

To your surprise, Chris followed you down the hall and into your shared bedroom. Although, it was unexpected for him to join you, you didn’t mention it. You didn’t feel much like talking anyways. Instead, you headed straight into the closet to grab some comfortable clothes to change into and out of your work clothes. When you emerged just a few minutes later, Chris had already prepared the bed for you to sleep in. He had pulled down the sheet and blankets and set your pillows up exactly like he knew you liked them.

You smiled at him appreciatively.

“Thanks love,” you told him, sitting down on the bed next to where he was perched.

“It’s no problem,” he assured you. “Go ahead and lay down.”

He didn’t need to ask you twice. Right away, you made yourself comfortable in your bed, desperate for some well-needed rest. You knew it would take a bit of time for this headache to fade away. You’d rather sleep it away than have to wait through it.

Once you were settled into bed with your eyes shut, you were already feeling much better than before. You could feel Chris shift so that he was sitting behind you on the bed and his hands gently came to rest on your head. Surprising you again today with his sensitivity to your affliction, he began to gently massage your scalp and forehead, releasing much of the tension behind your skull.

His calloused fingers felt amazing as they made their way over your temples and up above your ears. He expertly kneaded the skin above your brows and worked his way down your cheekbones too, caressing his hand through your hair as well. As he did so, your headache seemed to waver, diminishing more with every touch. And with every touch, you became more and more tired as well, eyelids getting heavier.

“Where did you learn to do this?” you asked Chris.

You found yourself almost fighting to stay awake at this point.

“My mother used to do this for me when I had a headache as kid. It always made me feel better, so I figured I’d try it. Is it helping?” He replied.

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“Go ahead and try to fall asleep,” he told you. “The pain meds should kick in soon and then you’ll be on the mend.”

You were already sleeping before he finished his sentence. Christopher smiled as he watched your breathing relax.

“Sleep well love,” he whispered, kissing you on the forehead. “Feel better.”

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Requests are still closed but...

I have finally gone through my super cluttered inbox and dug out all the (do-able) requests from before I closed requests! I know these requests are super old considering I closed requests so long ago but I still want to finish them before I consider opening back up requests...

Here’s what we have to look forward to!

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hey babe, miss your posts..hope you’re doing well❤️

you? one of the best writers I follow? missing my posts? You are the sweetest <3

I'll be going through trying to clear out my super cluttered inbox so hopefully there will be lots more posts from me in the coming weeks!

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Water and Oil

Pairing: Reader x Tommi Lalli

A/N: HOLY HECK, this was my first time writing enemies to lovers and I must say that this will most definitely be my last!! I struggled so much with making this seem natural and not toxic and just, wow, I have no idea how much other people do this. 

You gazed up at the house in front of you and checked the address that Joel had sent to your phone one last time, confirming that you were at the right place yet again, and let out a nervous breath. The house towering above you belonged to none other than Tommi Lalli which was what made you more than a little apprehensive about going to knock on the door. Despite knowing him for quite a long time now, Tommi was someone you were infamously known amongst your friends for disliking- no, perhaps dislike was too kind of a word- hated, loathed, despised felt more accurate. You and Tommi were like water and oil.

But Joel, your best friend in the entire world, had asked you for your help and for you to meet him here so, here you were. You were too good of a friend to refuse to meet him simply based on the fact that Tommi would be there. You had unfortunately had to get used to being around Tommi considering he was in a band with, and practically brothers with all your closest friends.

You shook your head, trying to dislodge your nerves and wandering thoughts and climbed the front steps of the house. Hurriedly, as not to lose the confidence you’d quickly built up, you knocked on the front door. You smiled faintly as you heard the familiar laughter and voices of your friends inside.

That smile quickly dropped however when the door opened to reveal Tommi.

“What are you doing here?” Tommi asked you, gaze unfriendly.

You frowned back up at him and opened your mouth, about to reply in your typical snarky fashion. Joel clearly hadn’t told him you were coming. Thankfully, you were spared from answering his question. From further down the hall, you could hear Joel shout for Tommi to let you in.

“I invited them!” Joel’s voice rang out. “Just let them in!”

Tommi, despite looking like he wanted to argue with Joel’s request to allow you entrance, stepped to the side to let you through the front door without protest. You didn’t say anything to him but did shoot a small glare his way as you moved past him and made your way down his front hallway to where you had heard Joel speaking from. Behind you, Tommi sighed quietly as he shut the door and began to follow you through his house.

A chorus of ‘hellos’ greeted you as you finally entered the living room, and you found your friends. Joel, Olli, Niko, Joonas, and Aleksi wore grins on their faces as they greeted you excitedly and asked how you were. You responded with just as much enthusiasm, happy to see them all.

Tommi entered in the room behind you not a moment later.

“You can’t just invite people to my house without asking me first,” he grumbled at Joel, as he went to sit in the chair he had been occupying earlier.

You rolled your eyes at Tommi’s muttering and moved to sit next to Joel who was beckoning you over to the couch.

You pressed your lips together and forced yourself to stay silent. A fiery retort from you would only escalate things and you knew how much your friends hated it when you and Tommi fought. They only reminded you all the time.

“Oh, c’mon Tommi. (Y/N) isn’t just people,” Joel said, wrapping a friendly arm around your shoulder. “(Y/N)’s our friend and they were nice enough to agree to drive tomorrow.”

Tommi let out a small huff at the news that you would be attending Blind Channel’s trip to Helsinki the following day and glanced at you briefly before turning his gaze back to Joel and crossing his arms. You got the notion that the fact you would be going to Helsinki with the band was only brand-new information to Tommi as none of the other boys seemed that surprised.

“Why?” he asked.

He couldn’t make it any more obvious that he was unhappy to hear you would be joining them if he tried.

“Because your car is still in the shop from when you wrecked it last weekend,” Niko said, piping up from across the room. His eyebrows raised at Tommi imploringly, urging him to say less on the topic. “And Aleksi’s car won’t fit us all. (Y/N)’s doing us a big favor here.”

Tommi shook his head.

“I know why we need another car,” he said. “I just don’t see why it has to be (Y/N)’s.”

You bit your tongue and scowled at him from across the room.

According to Joel, Blind Channel had gotten the call just a mere couple of hours ago from their management that informed them that they had been invited to play on live TV in Helsinki tomorrow night. It was a super last-minute type of invite due to the fact that the band that was originally supposed to play had backed out of the contract very late. The TV station needed someone to fill the spot pretty much immediately. Of course, your friends had jumped at the chance to perform on TV and agreed to fill the spot. Now, the only issue was that all six members of Blind Channel were currently in Oulu, over a seven-hour drive away from where they needed to be in Helsinki. They had the time to get there, but they would be cutting it close. Add the short time frame to the fact that Tommi’s car was currently in the auto shop getting repaired and you get a very stressed-out Blind Channel.

So, Joel had called you up and asked if you were free and willing to help them on their journey down to Helsinki. They needed a car desperately and Joel knew you were in the area. He also knew you were a devote best friend and couldn’t possibly say no- not when they needed you.

“Besides, I didn’t wreck the car,” Tommi grumbled. “It was a fender bender.”

“Same difference,” Niko replied. “We still can’t use it.”

Tommi, who must have been able to sense that his opinion about you joining in on their adventure was outnumbered, didn’t protest anymore. At least not verbally. He just sat back in his chair and muttered out a small ‘whatever’, looking as pissed off as he normally did in your presence. You didn’t pay him or his attitude any mind though. It was always like this with him and you. Water and oil. You were used to it.

His resigned acceptance seemed to be good enough for everyone else too, and soon the rest of the boys were busy taking turns sharing the details of the trip and figuring out last-minute plans before you all left for Helsinki in the morning.

****

The following day you woke up to the sound of yelling.

You groaned annoyedly to yourself as you sat up from where you had slept on the couch the night before and rubbed at your eyes. Judging by how exhausted you felt, it had to still be early in the morning. Way too early for anyone to be shouting the way they were.

You recognized the loud voice as belonging to Tommi straight away and tried to listen to find out what all the fuss was about. Strangely however, after a few moments of listening in, you came upon the realization that you could only hear his side of whatever conversation was taking place. He was the only one shouting. Whoever he was conversing with was either worryingly quiet or nonexistent. Curious, you got up from the couch and quietly padded over to his bedroom, where you could clearly hear him from.

“I don’t care how far away you are,” Tommi was saying. “You need to turn around now!”

You cautiously peered into the room through the open door and saw Tommi talking animatedly into his cell phone. You nodded to yourself as the puzzle pieces from moments before fell into place. He looked distressed as he paced back and forth in his bedroom, running a hand through his hair.

“Olli, I’m not fucking joking!”

You had tried to be quiet as you approached his doorway, but Tommi must have sensed your presence somehow. His eyes flickered over to yours and he met your gaze. Unsurprisingly and most typical, his expression darkened upon seeing you.

He didn’t say a word to you as he shut the door in your face, wordlessly locking you out of the conversation he was having on the phone. You slumped your shoulders as you trudged back to the living room and picked up your own phone. Convincing yourself that you didn’t care what he was yelling about anyways, you let out a yawn as you sat back down on the couch and busied yourself by scrolling through the notifications you had received the night before- a few likes here and there on social medias, an email from work, a text from Joel.

The text message instantly caught your eye. Not only was it odd that Joel was texting you from inside the same house as you, but the message was sent to both you and Tommi. The pair of you weren’t usually grouped together. You opened it right away.

hey, so you probably already figured this out but we’re gone!! guess the two of you will be driving down to Helsinki together… see you there ;))

You had to read the text three times over before the words fully set in. Once they finally had however, you were practically sprinting to the front windows of Tommi’s house. Sure enough and to your utter dismay, Aleksi’s car was missing from the street outside where it had been parked yesterday night. Despite panic immediately setting in, your mind told you the boys had to be playing a trick on you. There was no way your friends would leave you here. They were the ones who invited you after all. They needed you. You turned around, ready to run through the rest of the house and check to see where Joel and the rest of the boys must be hiding but came face to face with Tommi instead when you swiveled on your heel.

“They’re gone,” he lamented, seeing the searching look in your eye and knowing what you were looking for.

“I- how?” you asked. You were still shocked.

“Early this morning,” he grunted. “Bastards.”

A million thoughts were swirling around in your head as you took in Tommi’s words and the message Joel had sent you both. Why did they leave without you? Without Tommi? There was no way Tommi and you had been left here, right? They wouldn’t do that to you. Unless…?

“I’m calling Joel,” you said, brushing past Tommi as you stalked away from him, not missing the frown that graced his face.

Truth be told, you didn’t want to be near him even if he surprisingly wasn’t being a Grade-A asshole at the moment. His mere presence alone frustrated you and you needed some privacy to call Joel and ask him what the hell was going on. You couldn’t think of anywhere else where you could be alone and out of Tommi’s sight, so you ended up in Tommi’s hall bathroom.

“Where are you?” you were asking as soon as you heard Joel pick up his phone.

“Uh, Kärsämäki?”

You could hear the distinct sound of rattling highway noise and your friend’s lively chatter coming through the background of the call and closed your eyes as you felt your stomach drop. His text wasn’t a joke then.

“Turn around,” you said. “I don’t care how far you’ve driven. Just turn the car around and come back now.”

Your words felt familiar, and your thoughts briefly travelled back to Tommi yelling into his cell earlier.

“Sorry,” Joel said, sounding the least bit apologetic. “No can do.”

“Joel, this isn’t funny!”

“It’s a little funny,” he argued. “C’mon, don’t sound so upset. We all thought this would be a good idea for the two of you. Don’t you agree that it’s high time you and Tommi learned to get along? What better way than through a road trip together? This will be good for you.”

“Good for me?” you repeated, shocked that your best friend could be so ignorant to your feelings towards Tommi and vice versa. “Do you even know Tommi? How the hell is it going to be good for me to be trapped in a car with someone who hates my guts for seven hours? I’ll be lucky if I even last the trip.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m being dramatic? You snuck off in the early morning while I was sleeping all for some elaborate scheme! How long were you planning this?” you asked. “Is this the only reason you guys invited me to come with you? Did you guys just pretend to need me so that- so you could- could prank me?”

Not missing the unmistakable hurt in your voice, Joel’s tone softened.

“What? No,” he was quick to reassure you. “We only thought of it all last night after you and Tommi had both gone to sleep. We- I really think this is a good idea (Y/N).”

“I don’t understand.”

“You and Tommi fight all the time and me and the lads are getting sick of putting up with it to tell you the truth. We just thought forcing the two of you to do this drive together might give you the time you need to set your differences aside or sort out any misunderstandings,” Joel explained. “I think- we all think the two of you could get along fine if you only tried.”

“As sweet and sentimental you guys may be,” you countered, “I’m not buying that bullshit. Tommi and I will never be friends and you’re all assholes for trying to force us to be. I’m not going.”

Joel groaned in a way that told you he predicted you would take such a defiant stand of non-attendance.

“But (Y/N), Tommi doesn’t have another ride down to Helsinki and we’re due to play tonight! He needs to be here.”

“You should have thought of that before you snuck out early this morning like a bunch of devious teenagers.”

You listened as Joel relayed what you were saying to the rest of the traitors in Aleksi’s car and felt a sick sense of pride at the sound of their worried murmuring.

“Okay,” Joel said, speaking into the receiver once more. “We didn’t want to have to resort to this, but we do have collateral. We nicked your wallet before we left.”

You let out a small gasp.

“You what?” you asked.

“We stole your wallet,” Joel stated too plainly for your liking. “Just in case you pulled a stunt like this and threatened not to come.”

“I could call the cops on you,” you said.

“But you won’t.”

You could practically hear Joel smile through the phone.

How do I always get myself into this kind of shit? you asked yourself, gazing into your reflection hanging above the bathroom sink. Because you chose the world’s biggest idiots for best friends.

“Text me the address,” you grumbled. “You owe me big time.”

****

Within the first hour of driving, you were already fed up with your sulking passenger.

You had mistakenly made the assumption that perhaps, since you were doing Tommi a favor by driving him the seven hours to Helsinki, he would have the decency to try and be a little less irritable on your journey. He had quickly proved that assumption wrong, however.

All within the first hour, Tommi had already managed to piss you off in a plethora of ways- insulting your choice in music, commenting on your driving, even messing with the temperature settings in your car. It was like he was trying to start problems with you. And you, already quite peeved with your current situation, found biting back at him came with much ease.

The most recent tiff between you and he had ended quite abruptly, and a thick silence now weighed heavily in the air. You couldn’t help but gaze over at him briefly as you continued to drive. Tommi sat in the passenger’s seat with his arm’s crossed, looking out the window.

You sighed outwardly through your nose and turned up the radio, hoping to drown out the awkward silence. The loud music wasn’t enough to cover up Tommi’s huff of annoyance at the volume change.

“Can you turn that shit down?” he complained.

You ignored him, hoping he’d get the message that you would not be changing the volume of the radio nor validating his request with any sort of response.

Clearly, the message was not received because just a minute later, Tommi was reaching for the volume knob of the radio. You saw him reaching out for it of course and stuck your own hand out to stop him from changing it. Didn’t he know that the driver got to control the music?

He reached the controls before you, but you grabbed his wrist, trying to pull his hand away from the console all together.

“Don’t fucking touch that,” you snapped at him.

“Just turn it down,” he bit back. “Or change the station.”

You dropped his wrist as you attempted to try and turn the volume back up to how it was before. Tommi was now covering the dial with his hand, so you focused on trying to pry his fingers away.

“Oh my god, you’re acting like a child,” you said as you continued to fight for control of the radio.

“Says the one scratching at my fingers like a fucking- Shit (Y/N)! Car! Brake!

You frantically looked back to the road and slammed on the brakes. The car jerked to a stop and, with mere inches to spare between you and the stopped car in front of you, you narrowly avoided an accident. Tommi’s hand had abandoned the radio and was gripping tightly at his arm rest instead as he stared wide-eyed through the windshield along with you.

There was just a mere beat of silence before more chaos erupted.

“Are you trying to kill us?” Tommi practically shouted at you.

“Oh, fuck off! That was all your fault!” you shouted back, heart racing with adrenaline.

“How is it my fault? You’re the one driving,” he said. “You need to keep your eyes on the road.”

“Which I was doing before I had to fix the radio,” you said. “It was your fault.”

“I’m the one who told you traffic was stopped,” Tommi said, seeming shocked that you were blaming him for your near car crash. “I totally saved your ass.”

“Oh, my hero,” you spat out sarcastically. “How ever can I repay you?”

He rolled his eyes.

“You could keep the radio down,” he muttered.

You let out annoyed sigh but didn’t say anything, deciding this argument had to come to an end somewhere. However, you didn’t turn up the radio either.

****

There wasn’t much conversation for the next hour or so of your drive and the silence left you feeling awkward and uncomfortable. It wasn’t an easy sort of quiet that settled between you and Tommi, but rather a tense and heavy one. You wondered if he felt as annoyed and output as you did as he scrolled through his phone in your passenger’s seat. The radio was still rattling off softly, but it did little to dull the incessant quiet.

“Are you nervous?” you asked seemingly out of the blue, after mulling over the question in your head for a couple of minutes.

Tommi looked over to you.

“Huh?” he asked, clearly confused.

“Are you nervous?” you repeated. “For tonight’s performance?”

It had felt like a simple enough question, a good way to make small talk with him. Now that you had said the question aloud though you wished you could take it back somehow. Perhaps the silence hadn’t been that bad.

“Not really,” Tommi eventually answered with a bit of a shrug. His voice sounded reserved, like he was surprised your question

“At least not yet,” he clarified. “No sense in being nervous now.”

You nodded, thankful he hadn’t responded in his typical snappish way. It occurred to you that this was probably the first time in a long time you hadn’t bitten at him either.

“Joel’s the same way,” you commented, attempting to keep the conversation going. “He gets nervous right before the gig and only right before.”

You weren’t sure what it was that you said, but Tommi frowned at your words.

“Yeah, Tommi said. “I know.”

Any tension that had been lifted came crashing back down onto the two of you again. The bitterness had returned to Tommi’s voice. He looked away from you and down at his phone again instead.

****

The two of you ended up at a McDonald’s after your trip was a little under halfway through. Your stomach had growled almost immediately after seeing a sign for the restaurant and you had pulled off the exit with no hesitation. When Tommi had asked where the two of you were going, you had informed him that it was time to eat.

You both went inside to order and took advantage of the bathrooms there as well. It felt good to be out of the car after driving for over three hours and you stretched gratefully as you waited for your food to be ready.

The two of you ordered your food separately, but Tommi managed to look both bored and uncomfortable as he stood beside you while you both waited for your orders to be ready. The two of you had made no more conversation in the car since you had asked how he felt about tonight’s upcoming show.

After you got your food, the two of you decided to just eat in the car to save time. With a  warning not to spill anything in your car to Tommi, you headed back to the parking lot where Tommi surprised you by offering to drive.

“I can drive if you want,” he said as the two of you reached the car. He didn’t even look back at you as he spoke.

You regarded him skeptically.

“Why?” you asked.

Was this just another way for him to criticize your driving?

Tommi scoffed.

“I was just offering,” he said with an eye roll.

You sighed as you thought long and hard about his offer. You were pretty spent after just the three hours of driving you had done, and you could use a break from having to stare out onto the highway.

“Fine,” you said, somewhat reluctantly tossing him the keys. “Just don’t wreck my car.”

****

Joonas called Tommi’s phone when he and the rest of Blind Channel were about two hours away from Helsinki.

Tommi had been using the GPS on his phone and had answered it right away when it started ringing, putting it on speaker since he was still driving. Neither of you even had time to greet Joonas before he started blabbering away on the other end.

“Hey Tommi! How’s the drive going?” he asked as animatedly as ever. “Have you and (Y/N) killed each other or have you finally-”

“You’re on speakerphone,” Tommi said, interrupting him.

Joonas went curiously quiet.

“Hi Joonas,” you said, reiterating your presence.

“Oh hey,” Joonas said, seeming to bounce back to life at the sound of your voice. “You are alive! How nice to hear. Are you kids having fun?”

Neither you nor Tommi answered.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Joonas continued. “Anyways, Joel asked me to call and check in on you and to let you know that we’re about two hours out. Where are you guys?”

“About four hours away,” you replied.

“Okay, so we’ll see you soon!” Joonas said, all too cheerfully.

“Not soon enough,” Tommi said under his breath.

You still heard him of course and cast him a sidelong glare.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you from enjoying the rest of your drive!” Joonas continued “Have fun you two!”

Both you and Tommi let out matching sighs as he hung up.

****

You tried to take a nap in the car as Tommi continued to drive to Helsinki, but you proved to be too restless. Instead, you settled for just looking forlornly out the window at passing cars and trees.

Your thoughts couldn’t help but wander back to the conversation with Joel you’d had in Tommi’s hall bathroom that morning as you sat.

We all think the two of you could get along fine if you only tried.

Those words in particular kept rolling around in your head. It was probably true enough that you had never really tried to get along with Tommi. When you had first met him and the rest of the boys, you had been nothing but kind to him of course, but Tommi seemed to almost reject you the minute he met you. While everybody else had so easily and quickly adopted you into their group and anointed you as their friend, Tommi had ignored any attempt for you to get to know him. At first, you thought maybe he had just been shy but when you overheard him complaining about your increasing presence to Joel and Olli one day, you knew he just disliked you.

Thus, a spark was born and the animosity between you only grew.

If you stared hard enough at the reflection in the window, you could just make out the outline of Tommi beside you. His eyes were focused intently on the road and his mouth, normally drawn into a tight frown when in your presence, was relaxed.

You’d only been stuck with him for about four hours now but even you had to admit that it wasn’t as bad as you feared it might have been. You wouldn’t go as far as to say you were getting along fine, but you weren’t currently snapping at him, and he wasn’t biting back at you. Joel would probably find it impressive.

Your eyes flickered from Tommi’s reflection back to your own, and you frowned at yourself.

We just thought forcing the two of you to do this drive together might give you the time you need to set your differences aside or sort out any misunderstandings.

****

“How much longer?” you asked.

You could see the estimated time of arrival on Tommi’s phone plain as day. You knew you were only about an hour away from Helsinki, yet you asked him anyway.

“About an hour,” he replied.

“Okay.”

It was silent for a beat.

“Thanks for driving,” you added.

Tommi looked out of the corner of his eye towards you and shrugged his nonchalance.

You thought long and hard about what you wanted to say next. You didn’t want to offend him with what you wanted to say, but you worried he make take your words wrong considering your rather bitter history.

“And thanks for not being a total asshat for the entirety of it,” you said.

You watched Tommi’s reaction with bated breath. It was odd, not wanting him to take offense to something you said. Normally, you loved getting under his skin but in this case, you really didn’t want to start anything.

Tommi didn’t seem to react positively to your comment, but more importantly he didn’t seem to react negatively either.

“I guess I could say the same to you,” he said.

****

“Can I ask you something?”

The GPS read thirty minutes until your destination, and something in your head felt like time was running short with each minute that ticked away.

“You just did,” he replied.

“Earlier, why did you get upset when I mentioned Joel?” you asked, ignoring his previous snarky response altogether.

Your question seemed to catch Tommi off guard, his ever-present frown once again gracing his face.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Earlier in the drive,” you reminded him, “I mentioned Joel and you got all bent out of shape.”

Tommi sighed.

“You really can’t let things go, can you?” he countered.

Your eyes glanced down to where his hands readjusted nervously on the steering wheel.

“Why don’t you like me, Tommi?” trying to approach the conversation from a different direction.

You weren’t going to let this go.

Silence.

“Tommi?” you asked again, looking at him as intently as he looked at the road before him.

He sighed deeply through his nose.

“Look, just because everyone thinks we’re going to magically become friends through this little road trip doesn’t mean we have to have this discussion,” he said. “I don’t want to do this right now.”

“But I do,” you said.

And you did. After much thinking, you needed to get to this bottom of why Tommi and you couldn’t get along. Sure, maybe you and Tommi would never be friends, but you needed to know why he’s always disliked you and you may never get another chance like this to ask him.

Tommi was silent again unsurprisingly.

You just continued on.

“Look, the way I see it, I didn’t start this,” you said. You knew you sounded more than a bit accusatory, but it was true to how you felt. “I was so fucking nice when I met you Tommi. I was nice to you, and you just hated me for no reason straight away!”

Tommi sighed again.

“I’m not surprised that’s how you see it,” Tommi said bitterly.

If you weren’t mistaken there was almost a tinge of sadness in his voice too.

You arched an eyebrow.

“Well, how do you see it then?” you asked pointedly.

“(Y/N), I really don’t want to talk about this.”

“Please,” you said. “I’m just trying to understand what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything!”

“Then why don’t you like me? Does it have to do with Joel or is that just something else?” you asked.

You knew you were being annoying and that this was all leading up to another fight but you wanted to know the answer. You wouldn’t give up so easily.

Tommi’s grip on the steering wheel tightened.

You softened your voice.

“Tommi? Please just tell me.”

He sighed before opening up his mouth to speak.

“Because Joel’s in love with you,” he said, surprising you greatly.

Of all the reasons you could have imagined him giving you for his dislike of you, this was not one you had expected.

“What?” you asked, wondering if you perhaps misheard him.

He dragged a frustrated hand down his face, and you didn’t miss the newly red tinge on his cheeks.

“Joel is in love with you,” he repeated. “And I- I knew that I- that I couldn’t compete. When I saw you I- you were beautiful, but Joel- he looked so happy so I just- I pushed it all aside. I don’t know how it got like this, but somehow it became that I didn’t like you at all.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said, shaking your head. “You think Joel is in love with me?”

Tommi risked glancing over you.

“Joel is my best friend,” you explained to Tommi. “And as his best friend, I am more than aware that he is definitely not in love with me.”

“But he spends all his time with you,” Tommi objected, tone slightly nervous now.

“Yeah,” you said. “Cause we’re best friends. Wait, so you had a crush on me?”

The heat from Tommi’s cheeks spread to his ears. That seemed to be answer enough.

“You pretended to hate me for eight months because you thought Joel and I were in love?” you asked still in disbelief that this was the reason for all the hatred between you two. “Are you serious?”

Tommi at least had the decency to look guilty.

“It sounds bad when you say it out loud.”

“You’re an idiot.”

****

When the two of you finally met up with the rest of Blind Channel in Helsinki not much later, you hadn’t done too much more talking. After Tommi’s begrudging confession and your dismayed reaction, you had both slipped back into your usual silence, deep in thought.

Joel and the rest of the boys met you and Tommi in the parking lot of the hotel you’d be staying at for the weekend. You and Tommi unsurprisingly split up as soon as the first opportunity presented itself with you practically running to Joel.

“So, how was the car ride?” Joel asked teasingly, as he helped you carry your luggage up to your hotel room.

“Awful,” you said. “It was awful. You should feel horrible about what you did to me.”

Joel just rolled his eyes at your theatrics.

“Oh come off it, it couldn’t have been that bad,” he said with a chuckle.

You sent him a glare.

Part of you wanted to spill everything to Joel, to tell him about what Tommi had confessed to you just a mere half hour ago in the car. Part of you however, felt that it wasn’t right to share it. After all, if Tommi wanted Joel to know, he would have already told him, right?

If Joel had any suspicion something had gone down between you and Tommi, he didn’t make it known. He instead carried the conversation on, talking about his own ride down to Helsinki and what their set list for tonight was looking like. You nodded every so often to appear engaged but really your thoughts were elsewhere.

Tommi had a crush on you. Well, at least he used to. Whether those particular feelings for you had diminished after you started treating him like garbage, was unclear to you. He hadn’t said that he no longer liked you, but he didn’t say that he still did either.

You kept asking yourself why it mattered anyways. Why did matter if Tommi had feelings for you still? Why did you care? You two were water and oil, a terrible match.

But there was something about him today in the car. Something new, something different. When the two of you weren’t fighting, Tommi was actually quite nice to be around.

“Joel,” you said, completely cutting off your friend’s story. “I have to go. I-I’ll be back, okay? There’s just something I need to do.”

Without waiting for a response from Joel, you were rushing down the hallway towards Tommi’s hotel room.

****

Tommi had surprise written all over his face to find you knocking at his hotel room door, almost panting from practically running down the hall.

“Did you mean it?” you asked him, skipping pleasantries completely.

Tommi quirked his brow.

“Mean what?” he asked.

“What you said in the car,” you explained. “Did you mean it? That you- how you felt about me?”

Tommi once again regarded you with hesitation but he nodded nonetheless.

You looked up at him, gaze searching his as his searched yours.

“(Y/N)” he started.

“I’m an idiot,” you finished. “This whole time I’ve been an idiot.”

“No,” Tommi said, shaking his head. “You haven’t. I treated you like shit.”

“Can we start over?” you asked.

Tommi nodded.

“I’d like that,” he said.

“Well,” you said, sticking out your hand for him to shake. “My name is (Y/N) and I most definitely do not have a boyfriend named Joel.”

Tommi laughed and rolled his eyes as he grabbed your hand to shake.

“Tommi.”

You looked down at your clasped hands and a smile rose to your face.

“I think we’ll get on just fine, Tommi.”

[you-can-call-me-wanda]

just so y’all know, I’m still alive and writing! This last imagine has gotten away from me and is becoming really long…

[you-can-call-me-wanda]

hiii!! i absolutely loved your aleksi fic! i was wondering if you could write a enemies to lovers with tommi where the reader is friends with the rest of the band but never got along with him, they're always arguing etc but the guys know they like each other and try help them to get together, thank you :)

Ooh, I’ve never written enemies to lovers before! I’ll certainly give it a go! I feel this is gonna be a longer one...

[you-can-call-me-wanda]

Masterlist

Started: December 16, 2020

Last Updated: January 4, 2022

Total Works: 94

Aerosmith

Steven Tyler

Rejected

Blind Channel

Aleksi Kaunisvesi

Jealous

Bruce Springsteen

Christmas

Cinderella

Tom Keifer

Meet The Band

The Clash

Joe Strummer

Why Do You Hate Me?

Squishy Baby

Homesick

Studio Confession

I’ve Been Watching

Always Be There

Love At First Sight?

Can’t Keep My Eyes Off Of You

Sharing the Night

Straight To Hell

Panic

You Deserve Better

Shh

Mick Jones

Supplies

We Fit

Missing You

Topper Headon

Worst Date Ever

The Damned

Captain Sensible

My Captain

Rat Scabies

You Know What They Say?

Dead Boys

Stiv Bators

Sick

The Doors

Jim Morrison

Spilled Coffee

Guns N Roses

Axl Rose

Babysitting

There’s Been An Accident

Hands

Vacation

Your Kid

Duff McKagan

Who Cares What They Think?

Izzy Stradlin

Saying Goodbye

Perfect Date

Paparazzi Problems

We Can Do This

At a Loss

Don’t Know What You’ve Got

Slash

Guitar Lessons

Tattoo You

Impossible

First Meeting

Hanoi Rocks

Michael Monroe

We’re In Love!

One Year

Nasty Suicide

Dressed To Impress

Record Store Romance

Oblivious

Closer Everyday

Home Movies

Picking Up A Prescription

Without You

Razzle Dingley

The Night Is Ours

The Better Half

Ramble On

Locked In

Opening Shift

Little Black Dress

With Friends Like This…

Positive

Sami Yaffa

Truth Or Dare

Shy

First Date Jitters

Kiss

Ace Frehley

Proposal

Sous Chef

Eric Carr

Snow Day

L.A Guns

Kelly Nickels

I Missed You

Sleep Talking

Protective & Pregnant

Roller Skating

Megadeth

Dave Mustaine

Idiot

Followed

Metallica

James Hetfield

Saying Hi

Mötley Crüe

Mick Mars

Wedding Day

Nikki Sixx

Starstruck

Starstruck (Part II)

On Tour

Fake Dating

Awful Flirt

New York Dolls

Johnny Thunders

Better Off

Together

Nirvana

Dave Grohl

Morning Run

Pink Floyd

Syd Barrett

Lovable

Ramones

Joey Ramone

Valentine’s Date

Ratt

Warren DeMartini

Mind If I Have A Seat?

I Want You To Stay

Back Home

Reckless Love

Olli Herman

We’re Not Getting Any Younger

The Rolling Stones

Keith Richards

Nightmare

Sex Pistols

Johnny Rotten

Never Again

Sid Vicious

What Have I Done?

Steve Jones

Tell Me

Skid Row

Dave Sabo

You’re In Love

Smack

Kinde Leskinen

Worst Wingman Ever

Van Halen

David Lee Roth

Beach Day

Whitesnake

David Coverdale

Drunken Ramblings