Band Oneshots

Drugs (Joe Perry X Steven Tyler)

When times got rough, Stevn turned to drugs. He felt that they were a coping mechanism to help him face the stressful reality. He's tried staying sober like perry, but could never achieve it for a long period of time.

Joe loves his boyfriend with all his heart but seeing him kill himself slowly each time he uses, hurt both of them. So, one day, Joe rummaged through every inch of their house to dispose all of the drugs Steven hid while he was out.  When he got home and went to go use, he wasn't too pleased when he found all of them gone.

Once he calmed down, Joe explained that he was only helping and that this is for the better. So, Steven tried going sober again, he made a promise to Joe that he would get sober. Joe made it very clear that he never ever wanted to see any more drugs in their household.

Work became stressful again, the record company was down everyone's throat to try to find ideas to stop them from going bankrupt. Since he was singer, he dealt with most of the shit, there manger always yelled at him the most. He came home in a bad mood that day while Joe was stuck in the record studio for one of his solos.

Steven just couldn't help himself from calling a friend who sold the coke he's been itching to get his hands on anything. While snorting it, the promise he made to Joe just slipped his mind, completely vanished. He snorted the hold baggie what was about 7 lines. All of it. He wasn't proud of it, but it felt so good to just relax again like before. It felt good to be relieved again. However, it didn't feel good when Joe walked through the door, distraught, when he saw Steven using again.

"What the hell Stevn?" "you told me you weren't going to use again! You fucking promised me!" Joe yelled. "Please, Joe I-I can explain." "What's there to explain?! You broke your promise!" "I-I'm sorry Joe, I just needed to do it again." Joe didn't know what to do at that point.

If he wasn't going to stick to his word, what's the point of him even sticking around anymore if his words mean nothing. "I told you I didn't want to see anymore drugs in here. You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" Joe lowered his voice, however, still lingering with disappointment.

Steven stared at him, frozen and disappointed in himself. Joe walked angrily into their room and started packing a bag. "Y-you're leaving?" Steven asked. "Yeah I am. I told you I didn't want you using again, you made a promise which you broke, and I told you what would happen if you did, I told you I would leave and maybe even the band, but I'll need to think on that. I can't be with you anymore if you're gonna keep using, I can't do that coz If I do I'll end up using again."

"Please, don't leave." Steven cried as his voice cracked. With every news crack in his voice, it was full of sadness, hurt, regret, and most of all disappointment. Disappointment in only himself.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I was so stressed about the mangers and the record company and the tour coming up that I still need to do shit for, I just had to relax a bit." He explained.

"That's what I'm here for Stevn!" Joe shouted on the verge of tears as well. He hated it when Steven cried it was one of his weakest, so seeing him like this, he couldn't handle it. "That's what I'm here for Steven! If you would've told me, I could've helped you! I could've helped overcome this and help throughout the whole thing!"

Joe then continued to pack his things and almost headed out the front door, but Steven stopped him from leaving.  "P-please don't leave Joe. I-I know I fucked up. I won't use anymore. I-I just need you to stay with me. P-please." Steven begged as his voice cracked again.

Joe was still extremely angry, but he couldn't just watch the man he loved break down like that. He started to rub his back comfortingly while Steven clung onto his shirt as he hobbled over to his knees, digging his face into the fabric as he heard his muffled sobs.

"I made a mistake. Please. Just stay with me. I-I'll get better. I-I'll do whatever you tell me too. Cause if you leave, t-then that's it. I'm fucking done for. Honest. I-I can't live without you Joe, and neither can the band." As tears flowed down Joe's face, he thought about it.

If he left and Steven still used, he could overdose and die. He would have to live with himself knowing he could've done something to help.

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't help the man he truly loved? He just couldn't leave and walk away knowing that he's going to break.  Joe helped Steven onto his feet and sat on the couch. "I'm not leaving." He first spoke. A glimmer of hope shined through Steven eyes. "Y-you're not?"

Joe shook his head. "I will help you fight this battle Stevie, but you will do exactly as I say or go to rehab. If not, then that's it. I'm gone, I'm gone from your life and the band. If you feel like using again, just come talk to me. Even if I'm at the studio or if it's in the middle of the night. I'll be there for you. Next time, don't make a promise you can't keep. Okay?" Joe wiped Steven's tears and gave him a hug.

After that, Joe went to shower, and Steven figured he was still angry at him, but Joe wasn't angry, just disappointed. So, he got himself situated on their couch. Assuming, Joe would want his space. Steven still had a few tears rolling down at the thought that he almost lost the best relationship he's ever had. He almost lost everything.

"Steven, what the hell are you doing?" Joe asked while drying his hair with a towel. "You're not sleeping with me?"  "I-I just thought you wouldn't want me there." He spoke softly. "Of course, I'd still want you there. This fight didn't make me love you less." That's all Steven needed to hear as they went to their bedroom.