Guns N' Roses One Shots

(d.m.) my hero

jackie x duff/michael

summary:
duff gets into a little hassle over something quite minuscule, at least to you.

word count:
1301

my hero-foo fighters

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"Don't you have anything better to do?" I groaned, trying to distract myself with anything else besides the situation I was in. "Don't you have another guy to whore around with? Or maybe a girl.. dyke!" Chris and Anthony began chortling out laughter at their lame joke. "Beat it, boneheads. She didn't do anything." Mike scoffed from beside me.

"This is our turf, Jack-off. Beat it, or I'll beat you." Tammy sneered the given-nickname they had made up, glaring daggers at me. "We're walking home, I have to go through 'your turf'." I shot back before my hand could slap over my lips. "Ooh, Jack-Off's getting a little confident, huh? Were you pretty confident with Mike the other day, too? I'm sure he got you all comfortable." she winked tauntingly, her eyes flickering over to the boy beside me.

"We didn't sleep together, Tammy." Michael droned unenthusiastically. Then again, this wasn't our first rodeo. "If you want to fuck him, just admit it. I dunno about you guys, but I'm pretty tired of watching you try- and fail- to get in his pants. It's pathetic." I sighed, bored.

"Ew! I don't want to fuck Frankenstein over here. Clearly you did, though. The whole school knows you two are all hot n' bothered for each other!" At this point, I was far past the point of being tired of Tammy and her minions' un-impressing attempt at bullying Michael and I. "Do you guys find this amusing?" I queried to the two guys standing behind her with dumb, blank expressions across their thick features- skull included.

"Not more amusing than Mikey tellin' us about how he bagged you." Anthony claimed. "I didn't say that we slept together, so keep your mouth shut." Michael bit back. "Seems like you guys are hornier for Michael than Tammy is." I snickered. "Tell your bitch to quiet down." Chris barked. "Watch yourself, dude." Michael warned with a glare.

"As for you guys, I don't want to miss dinner, so you can go fuck yourselves." I shrugged, going to push past them. "'Course you don't wanna miss dinner, look how fuckin' big she is!" Chris chortled. Anthony managed to pull up my shirt, revealing my entire torso to anyone around. My face flushed red as I tried to get the shirt back down over my bra.

Just as I freed my face of the fabric, Tammy gasped dramatically, "Oh my God!" I spun around to face the commotion, where Michael was swinging punches to both Anthony and Chris's faces. I watched with wide eyes as Chris grabbed Michael by his arms and Anthony hit him in his gut. "Shit." I hissed, dropping my bag and tugging back Michael by his arm. As much as I wanted- and encourage- the beating of these assholes, I couldn't let him get hurt any more.

"Boys, stop!" Tammy helplessly shrieked beside me. "Let go, Chris!" I grunted, jolting him back by his beefy forearm. Michael tumbled to the floor and I scrambled to get ahold of him. "Come on, man, these dickfaces aren't worth it." Anthony smirked, nodding for Chris and Tammy to follow him.

"You're alright?" Michel looked down to me and shrugged, nodding, "Best I can be." I smiled softly and took my hand in his own, "C'mon, bonehead, your mom's gonna kill me when she sees you." There was a semi-awkward silence as we walked to our shared neighborhood, but we eventually made it.

"We should probably go to your house, if that's alright. My whole family will be buggin' us, and I don't really want to deal with it." he sniffed back the dripping blood from his nose and smeared a crimson line onto his sleeve. I nodded without responding, hauling us along the familiar path to my house. Just as we walked in, my dad was snatching his keys up to go out, "Hey, Bruiser. You alright there, pal?"

Michael nodded politely, "Oh, yes, sir. Just a little scratch. You should've seen the other guys." My dad laughed, "Yeah, I'm sure. I'll be goin' out, so make dinner and I'll see you later. Don't try anything funny, Mike." He nodded curtly and gave an awkward smile while I gave my dad a hug, "Okay, dad, bye now."

He eventually left and left Mike and I alone. I led the way to the small bathroom and he softly closed the door behind us. Once I connected my own gaze with his, I softly sighed. "I'm sorry, Jackie." he mumbled. My eyebrows twitched into a furrow, "Why?" "For what those punks did."

I smiled softly and shook my head, "It's not your fault, Michael. You did what you could, which happen to be punching them in the face." He chuckled softly, "Yeah, but that shouldn't have happened, whether I pulp 'em or not." I shrugged, "I'm used to it." He frowned, his body nearly flush against my own.

I shook myself out of the trance of his deep green eyes and gathered all of the supplies. "You're too tall for this." I mumbled, craning my neck as he stood awkwardly in front of me. Without another minute passing, he hoisted up my body up onto the bathroom counter so we could be some form of level with each other. My cheeks ran hot at the action, especially with the shaming from Chris and Anthony earlier about my weight.

I blinked away the embarrassment and attempted to keep focusing on the cuts on Michael's face. He leaned closer, resting the palms of his hands on either side of my hips and standing between my legs. "Uh, T-This might hurt." I stammered, slowly bringing the cotton ball to the slit along his eyebrow.

I softly brushed back his shaggy, blue-dyed hair back from his eyes and rested my hand on the back of his neck, dabbing the cotton along it delicately. "You don't have to be so gentle." he mumbled. At this distance, we didn't have to speak loudly. "I don't want to hurt you." I whispered back. His eyes never left mine, even as I turned back and grabbed another pad of gauze. "You won't." he breathed, shifting his hand onto my hips and moving himself closer.

I fluttered my eyes, nearly going into cardiac arrest at the contact of his skin on mine, and forced myself to continue tending to his wounds. I wiped the dried blood from his lip and tossed the cotton into the sink, looking back to him once I was done. We stayed like that for a moment, just staring into each others eyes for what could've been hours, and felt like years.

"I'm sorry." he echoed his apology from earlier. I barely shook my head, "Don't be." "I feel bad." he said, looking down at his hands' placement on my waist before connecting his eyes back with mine. "You shouldn't." I mumbled, hooking my other hand onto the back of his neck. "You don't deserve to be treated like that by those idiots."

"And you don't deserve to be bloodied up by them, either." He sighed, "I'm fine." I nodded, "So am I." He adjusted himself even closer to me, we were now completely pressed against each other, chest to chest. He began to lean in painfully slow, eventually connecting his lips with my own. The metallic tang of blood spread onto my tongue from the cut on his lip, but I ignored it. This was the thing I'd been waiting for, for years.

To kiss Michael Mckagan.

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!! r. speaks:
just realized that i had done like.. no duff chapters ?? wtf ??? so here's one, he's one of the favs ;)) cool, hope you dug it. also, should i start to release my izzy story? lmk, i've been working on the first few chapters. okay now actually peace