#Axl heck x reader

[addie-henderson]

"THATS MY GIRL!" you hear over the pounding in your ears and the blaring music as you chug a bottle of beer.

"woooo!" you cheer slamming the bottle onto the table. "Ax, I did it! did you see?"

"I saw you, pretty girl." he kissed you the taste of cheap liquor on his lips. "I'm turning you into my little party girl."

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Alone | Axl Heck x fem!Reader

You were one of Sue’s long time best friends. The Heck family basically watched as you grew up. they watched you fall, they watched you cry, they’ve seen far more embarrassing things that even your family hadn’t seen.

It was Junior Prom and everyone had a date except for you and Sue.

”It’s okay!” sue said enthusiastically. “We can be each other’s date!”

”That’s a great idea, we can even have matching dresses! Yours can be pink and mine will be (fav color)!” You said with a huge smile. You grabbed your magazine and with Sue you two began to browse. 

“This one is gorgeous!” She exclaimed pointing at the floor length gown.

”You have such a good eye!” You giggled.

If only you could stop time right there…

The next day you went back to the Heck residence.

”Hey Axl,” you smiled bashfully. You would never admit this to Sue but you had such a big crush on Axl since the 8th grade. Something about his jock, bad boy, long hair, aura made you want to kiss him.

”Hi,” he said nonchalantly. He grabbed a bag of chips and walked to his bedroom. You sighed defeatedly. You had been droppings hint to Axl that you want him to ask you yet he either ignored it or didn’t notice it.

”You should just ask him,” Brick said walking past you.

”What?!” You exclaimed nervously , “what would I ask him?”

”Everyone except for Axl knows. My mom and dad have a bet going on to see how long it takes for you to finally tell Axl,” Brick said nonchalantly.

”I’m not very good at hiding it am I?” You sighed.

”Nope! Even Sue knows, she just won’t say anything.” He grabbed his book before walking back to his bedroom.

You sat on the couch defeatedly, so everyone knew how hopelessly in love you are. “Idiot,” you mumbled.

Sue walked in the house squealing like a fangirl.

”Sue?” You said rushing towards her.

”Guess who just asked me to prom!” She asked. Your expression dropped.

”Who?” You asked trying not to sound disappointed.

”Darrin!” She squealed. You knew how much she liked Darrin and you always wanted to support your friends.

”That’s great!” You smiled and held her hands.

”I know! I’m so excited!” She jumped around causing her mom to walk out of her room.

”What’s all this noise?” She asked.

”Darrin just asked me to the prom!” Sue squealed excitedly.

You watched as Frankie’s expression drop, “What about (Y/n)?”

The realization hit Sue and she looked at you with an apologetic look.

”I’ll call Darrin and tell him I can’t go with him,” she tried to keep her optimistic expression but you knew deep down that she wanted to go with Darrin and not with you. 

“It’s okay, go with Darrin. I insist you go with Darrin,” you smiled holding her hands again.

”Really?” She asked and you nodded.

”I know how much you wanted Darrin to ask you and I would be a terrible friend if I robbed you from it.” You smiled. Even though deep down you were sad and disappointed. “But, this means you have to get a pretty and unique dress for prom!”

”OMG! You are so right! We should go dress shopping! The three of us!” Sue excitedly said jumping up and down.

”Yeah! We have to pick the prettiest dresses!” You smiled clapping your hands.

”Can you take us mom? Please!!” Sue begged.

”Okay, okay. I’ll take you two dress shopping,” she smiled. You and Sue squealed in excitement and rushed to her bedroom to do more magazine looking. 

The day finally came and Mrs. Heck took the two of you dress shopping. You three went to at least ten different shops and tried on at least 30 dresses per store. 

“I hate this one!” She exclaimed rushing back to the fitting room.

”You looked adorable!” Frankie shouted only to get a frustrated grunt from Sue.

You stepped out wearing a floor length (color) dress. 

“Oh. My. God. You look absolutely gorgeous in that!” She said watching as you did a small runway walk.

”I love this one so much!” You smiled excitedly. “It’s in my budget too!” 

“It is so gorgeous!” Mrs. Heck gave you a wide smile.

”I’m getting it,” you said walking back to your fitting room. Sue tried on three more dresses before finding the perfect dress for her. She couldn’t stop twirling and bowing like a princess. You check dress shopping off your list. 

Prom night arrived and still you didn’t have a date. You put on your best smile and walked to Sue’s house. You saw Darrin’s car parked on their driveway and you felt a sick feeling in your stomach. It dawned on you that you’re a third wheel. You stopped outside the front door and debated wether you should go in or not. You sighed and walked in.

”(Y/n)! You’re here!” Sue exclaimed happily walking up to you.

”I sure am!” You smiled happily.

”You two look gorgeous!” Mrs. Heck smiled. She pulled out the camera and took pictures of you and Sue, Sue alone, Sue and Darrin, and the three of you. The sick feeling never left your stomach.

”Let me get one if you (Y/n),” Mrs. Heck smiled. You awkwardly stood there as Mrs. Heck took a picture. You couldn’t help but  feel sad. You’re going to be the only one there without a date, you’ll be third wheeling with your childhood best friend. “You look beautiful.”

You smiled at her the best you could.

”We should get going!” Sue said happily grabbing your hand.

”Actually, I think I’ll drive myself to prom,” you smiled. “You and Darrin deserve a grand entrance!” 

“Are you sure?” Sue asked and you nodded.

”I insist,” you smiled holding her hand again. She smiled at you, waved good bye to her mom wand excitedly walked with Darrin.

”Do you want a ride?” Frankie asked and you shook your head.

”My dad left the nice car for me, I’ll make my grand entrance,” you smiled at her. “I should get going or I’ll be late and not the cool kind of late.”

”I want a lot of pictures,” Frankie smiled and you nodded. You walked out of the house and stood on their porch. You began to walk back home and the tears began to fall. You couldn’t help it at the point. You couldn’t help but feel defeated. Even though you suggested it you wished that maybe Sue would come back, ditch Darrin, and go to the prom with you. You arrived at home and realized you didn’t have your house keys. You repeatedly knocked on the door before realizing your moms car was gone. 

You sighed defeatedly once more. You began to walk to school. You and Sue used to walk together but now she gets a ride from her brother or her boyfriend. The tears began to fall again. You were happy for Sue yet you felt like you were missing out.

The heels began to hurt your feet. You stopped and took them off. 

“Stupid heels,” you whispered. You hated the concrete floors and the sound your feet made when it hit the floor. After 15 minutes you arrived at school. You watched as the couples entered the building with huge smiles on their faces. 

You put on your heels and walked inside the building. You looked around and saw Sue happily dancing with Darrin, a smile crept to your face. You walked around a little and watched the couples.

You walked to the desert table and grabbed a cupcake. You walked around again, a slow song began to play as the couples began to dance with each other.

Your heart dropped, you were alone. In a sea of couples you were by yourself. You felt tears again, you walked out of the gym and outside the building. No one was outside except for you. 

You slumped down on the steps, you wanted to cry but you didn’t want to seem weak. You didn’t want someone to see you and laugh at you.

”Why aren’t you inside?” You heard that familiar voice. Axl. You quickly wiped away the tears before looking up.

”It was too crowded, I needed some air,” you smiled.

”Then why are you crying?” He asked. You looked away and shrugged.

”I wasn’t crying, something got in my eye and I was trying to take it out,” you mumbled.

”I can tell when you’re sad. We basically grew up together,” he said extending his hand. “You shouldn’t be out here on prom.”

You looked at him confused but held his hand anyway. You noticed his tux and smiled.

”Did your mom send you?” You asked.

”Yes and no,” he said.

”Yes and no?” You questioned and he nodded.

“I wanted to come, I just didn’t know if you wanted me to go. You and Sue were going so I thought it would be awkward for me to go to prom with my sister, then stupid Darrin asked her to prom. I just didn’t know how to ask you.” He explained and you felt your face heat up. “And then my mom told me to go, she said you looked sad and wanted me to go and cheer you up.”

”Tell your mom I said thanks,” you smiled and he nodded. You two walked back inside. Luckily the DJ was playing one more slow song.

”Can I have this dance?” He asked and you nodded. You rested your head on his chest and listened to his heart beat. You felt like you finally weren’t alone. Like finally, you felt alive, you felt noticed, you felt like yourself again. Even though prom was short and not as magical as you expected it to be, you still had such a good time.

[annommynous]

"Dude the world needs more Axl Heck imagines cause there are like, none, am i right?"

Me to myself every day this week following the purchase of every season of The Middle on YouTube.

[agaypanic]

What if Jefferson reader has had a crush on Rodrick for years, like a massive crush and he tries to act like the cool rock drummer that doesn't care (but he actually does care and just wants to play it cool) like she's a geek, a nerd total good girl and he's the cool guy in a band

kind of an axl heck and weird ashley dynamic, except instead of being "weird" you're just a nerd, and rodrick actually likes you back

everyone knows about your crush on rodrick, even him. since your little brothers are best friends, you have to spend a lot of time together. somehow, rodrick always ends up going to prom/formals with you. it's usually bc his mom makes him do it, but after a few years he doesn't even try to ask anyone else out bc he knows he's gonna go with you

people (especially your dad) could talk to you about how rodrick and his band is going nowhere and he needs to get his act together, but you dont care. you think he's the coolest guy ever, and he tries to act like he is, but he can't help but get a lil giggly knowing how you think of him

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SİNCE sbr is coming.. can i get a really really underrated characters headcanons with reader? Like the valentine's henchman lol (please dont forget to include my man axl in it too) love your work!

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An Axl RO fan you’re so real for that, seriously underrated man-

-Various SBR secondary characters x reader headcanons-

Cw: various relationship statuses (dating/married/planning to get engaged), drinking, death

Characters: Dr. Ferdinand, Ringo Roadagain, Blackmore, Magenta Magenta, Wekapipo, Axl RO

Dr. Ferdinand: Dr. Ferdinand had a reputation in the earth science community for being eccentric and extreme, so when whispers got around that he was getting married there was some hope that married life might calm him down a bit. He’s an intelligent and talented scientist underneath his difficult demeanor, so if he were just a bit more reasonable then maybe he’d actually get in with a good university as a professor or something. His research could be groundbreaking.

His marriage decidedly did NOT temper his more extreme personality traits. You’re just like him! How did he even find someone who gets equally offended on the earth’s behalf over every tiny indiscretion?? If anything, you might make each other a bit more intense.

You’re also a scientist, a passionate one at that, and the two of you LOVE to talk to each other about earth science. Anyone who accidentally eavesdrops on the two of you will probably have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s a bit of a funny sight, you sitting on his lap, very in each other’s personal space while you romantically twirl a lock of his hair around your finger but you’re just yapping about how obsidian is made and he’s yapping about why the dinosaurs went extinct.

Anyone who knew him before can tell he is super happy to be with you, his whole demeanor is a bit sunny when you’re around, and he’s completely devoted to you, only really interested in talking to you.

So the two of you become more elusive in the science community, only making appearances together and only taking an interest in each other’s research.

At least he’s extremely happy with you, even if the two of you are difficult to communicate with and have a tendency to fly off the handle at the slightest provocation. The two of you once yelled at someone for five minutes straight after they accidentally dropped something on the ground.

Ringo Roadagain: You’ve accepted long ago that Ringo intends to go somewhere you can’t follow. And with your clear acceptance that Ringo’s end goal is only a fair duel to the death, he lets you into his life eventually.

You and Ringo live a simple life. While he’s calm and composed in all aspects of his life, he’s mostly dedicated to dueling, improving, achieving that vague idea of a “real man” he’s so assured in. You practice too, for your own purposes. Something a little more tangible in your opinion, a couple of talents that’ll keep you alive and help you hold a steady job once Ringo finally bites the dust.

Much like the nature of his stand, the reach of your relationship could only go so far.

You are partners, in the sense that you keep each other company in your otherwise rather isolated lifestyle. He doesn’t talk much with you, at least, not small talk. You know him on a deeper level than anyone else does, so most conversation topics are meaningless between you.

You have no future together. So instead you simply appreciate each day you have with him, one at a time. He’s not affectionate or doting with you; his initial draw to you was your independence, and he does not open up much about his past or anything like that to you often. Not that he needs to. And honestly you don’t want to know. You stick with him for now because otherwise you’d be lonely. Getting too emotionally involved was only gonna hurt you more by the end of this short, tragic tale.

Blackmore: The two of you have a strictly professional relationship on the outside, two of Valentine’s most dutiful bodyguards, following him around like loyal dogs…

While Blackmore was the strategist, with a meek manner of speaking, content to stay out of the spotlight; you were the warrior, with a fiery and bold personality, always the first to use your stand to threaten and fight in sharp contrast to Blackmore’s more reconnaissance style stand. A deadly assassin duo. And while you could work well together professionally, when you were off the job anyone would think the two of you would avoid each other. You actually get along quite well, even if it seems like you boss him around and talk over him.

It’s just the nature of your relationship. You’re the more dominant one; he’s content to let you take the lead when you’re not working, he doesn’t care much for small talk, and he doesn’t mind letting you make a bunch of the small decisions for the two of you. You often tell him he needs to not apologize so much and speak up for himself more. He apologizes to you and says he’ll do so…next time. Ugh. He really does make it look like you’re a bully, even though it’s completely unintentional on his part. Ah well. It’s not like anyone even knows the two of you are much more acquainted beyond coworkers, let alone lovers.

Actually, now that you think about it…even Funny Valentine himself doesn’t know. You imagine he’d be quite surprised given how he also occasionally muses out loud about how entirely opposite his personal bodyguards are.

Magenta Magenta: You were the darling sweetheart waiting for him back home that he occasionally bragged about that obviously no one really believed him on. Magenta? Had someone waiting on him? Yeah right.

That is, until you actually showed up to see him before him and Wekapipo headed out to intercept Johnny and Gyro.

Even at the sight of you clinging excitedly to Magenta and kissing his face all over, it was Still hard to believe you were actually here for that man.

You really adore Magenta Magenta! He’s so funny, and he has such interesting things to say! Everyone else you’ve dated before has been so uptight…but not Magenta. He actually made you smile, lowered your guard, and he was FUN. He said after this job, he’d have enough to buy you a ring and finally get hitched. And of course you didn’t want to interrupt his super important job for the President, but you just missed him so much!

It’s kinda obvious Magenta likes you because you’re hot and super down bad for him, but he’s honestly pretty sweet on you; always getting you what you want and hyping you up and holding your hand whenever he can.

He’s honestly not so sure about actually marrying you though…that’s…kinda a big commitment. Too bad he can’t help but say whatever will put a big smile on your face…he’s kinda obsessed with making you feel happy with him.

He’s not actually ready to settle down, so he was kinda hoping you’d forget about that little comment…oh well…the President would pay him handsomely for his work, hopefully he could buy you a whole bunch of stuff that would distract you from that stupid promise. You’re both good at spoiling each other, but your relationship hasn’t really gone anywhere since you started dating a couple years ago. Much to your disappointment.

Wekapipo: He’s serious, here to do a job, get his reward, and nothing more. Messing around behind closed doors with a secretary in the White House wasn’t a part of his plan. And yet here he was, leaving a small bouquet on your desk in-between his assignments, lingering around the places you’d frequent, hoping to catch a glimpse of you, maybe a chaste kiss as long as it was in secret.

He wasn’t supposed to have anything to do with you, tried to keep his distance, focus on his work…but when you heard about his intention to stay in America, you had brightened up, took his hands in yours, and sincerely expressed how happy you were that you would still be able to see him once his work was done.

So sweet. You were comfortable. Peaceful. And oddly insistent about following him around. Though he may seem like a man who’d prefer a low-maintenance partner, he doesn’t mind doting on you a bit. But only to a certain point. He’s protective by nature, but has no intention of entirely coddling you. He needs to be able to trust you before he actually opens his heart to you.

At one point it had seemed like a stupid, foolish idea, asking you to come live with him once he’s gotten what he wanted from Valentine.

But your gaze often lingers on him, and a bitter look crosses your face when you talk about what will happen when the SBR is over.

You realized you wouldn’t be seeing him nearly as often as you had hoped, even though he’d be staying in the states, given the nature of your job.

But he’ll be set for life once he’s fulfilled his end of the deal. It would be easy for him to take you with him. Too bad he’s terrible at actually talking about his feelings. Even though you’ve been in an unofficial relationship for some time now, he’ll struggle to discuss what the two of you actually are, and what he wants with you.

If you want to go with him, you will have to say something first.

Axl RO: You’ve known him for a long time, being the only person he ever really talks to after his great sin. He won’t talk about it, even to you. You already know he’s made a terrible, unforgivable mistake that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

Once when he was young he said he would become a musician. You’d travel around, and he’d get rich doing what he loved, and life would’ve been good for the two of you.

You were newly married when he was enlisted into the army.

He came back different.

Didn’t talk to you, didn’t look at you either. You worried he was going to drink himself to death at a young age.

He only ever confessed to you once, when the voices from his newly manifested stand got too loud to bear on his own anymore.

As he expected, it disturbed you to hear what he had done.

He thought you would leave. Instead, you quietly thanked him for telling you, and said you’d feel more comfortable spending the night away from him. You just needed some time to think.

Neither of you talk about it. That guilt haunting him every single day was probably a heavy enough of a punishment. That wasn’t something you could forgive, but you didn’t need to remind him of that.

You live a much quieter, idle life than you had once dreamed of when you and Axl were young. Despite everything, he’s still someone you’re comfortable around, somehow. And, well…you can’t bring yourself to leave him alone. You’ve been together long enough now that you can’t imagine a life without him.

He doesn’t sleep well. Usually doesn’t sleep at all, if he can help it. When he does, he has terrible nightmares.

He doesn’t like to talk about it, and he won’t say anything but…he does appreciate when you try to stay up with him when he can’t sleep.

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I wish Axl RO got more attention in the manga. My faves were probably Magenta Magenta and Wekapipo, but Blackmore is also super cool.

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Can I Call?

Pairing:  Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x gn!reader Word count: 1,390 Rating: T  Warnings: Fluffy Frankie, a little swearing, no beta (If i slipped up on the gn bit, let me know so I can fix it. I’ve read this 4 times so my eyes very well may have missed something)

Summary: It’s been a long time since you’ve heard from Frankie, so when his name flashes on your screen, there is no telling what it could possibly mean. 

A/N: This little fic was inspired by @lose-eels​ and this post. I love me some awkward and gentle Frankie. He’s so cute. 

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“Another day, another dollar,” you sigh, collapsing into bed after finishing your nightly routine. “I need to do SOMETHING to shake things up one of these days. I’m losing my mind like this.” The light from your phone screen turning on draws your attention, eyebrow arched at the text message notification. “Frankie? The heck does he need so late?” You weren’t prepared for the cuteness when you opened the message.

‘Hey, I miss you. Been thinking about you a lot lately.’ Smiling like a fool at your screen, you quickly type out a reply.

‘Miss you too. We need to see each other again soon.’

You had known Frankie for years, since before he left to join the military. Since before he had his first child. The two of you were usually pretty decent at staying in touch, but recently things had fallen off. It was no fault of either of you, you were both just adults who led busy lives, especially with his new baby. He had remembered to send you a picture of her, and you had it saved in your phone. She looked so much like him, it warned your heart. The phone buzzes in your hand again and you slide the screen open.

‘Tomorrow? Coffee at Reyes’?’

“He knows me so well,” you giggle, typing back.

‘Sounds good. Let’s meet around 9. Crowd is a lot smaller then. I can’t wait to see you.’

And so the back and forth continues for another good hour or so, the conversation veering off in all kinds of directions. You learned he had divorced the mother of his child, learned he had ended up turning to coke to cope with the PTSD his time in service had left him with, learned he had been working on getting clean after having his license thrown under review. It had only been about two years since you had last spoken to him, save the picture of his baby girl, but the way he was describing things made it feel like so much longer. Eventually, you start to struggle with keeping your eyes open, deciding to send him a goodnight message. A few moments later, you get one final message from him, barely awake enough to open it.

‘Fuck, can I call you for like two seconds to say goodnight? Is that weird? I’m going to do it I don’t care’

Not a moment after you have finished reading the text, Frankie’s name and that goofy picture you took with him a few years ago flashes on your screen. Suddenly wide awake, you slide the screen to answer it.

“Hey there, Frankie,” you whisper, as if trying to not wake someone else up. He sighs your name when you answer, and it sends a tingle through your whole being.

“I just, fuck, I couldn’t wait till tomorrow to hear your voice again.” Your heart stutters in your chest at his confession. You would be lying to say that you hadn’t missed that voice, gentle and soft, always with that little hint of mischief.

“I’ve missed you too, Francisco.” You settle yourself back against your pillows, smiling up at the ceiling as you listen to him.

“Yeah? You have?” His voice perks up, and you can imagine the excited light in his eyes. “It’s just...it’s been so long and something was just telling me I needed to reach out tonight, I know I don’t do it nearly enough.”

“Frankie, calm down, it’s alright. We’re adults, we get busy. I’m just happy to hear your voice again is all. I’ve missed it.”

“I’ve missed yours too,” he whispers, and if you weren’t so tired, you’d swear you almost hear a longing in his voice. “I’m...I’m not bothering you...am I? You’re whispering.”

“Huh? Oh, no, you’re not. I guess I’m just conditioned to be quiet at night.” You sit up, pulling your knees to your chest as best you can. “If you’re asking if someone is gonna beat your ass for calling their boo at 11 at night, don’t worry, you’re in the clear.” His laugh in your ear is one of the most beautiful sounds you have heard in a very long time. It makes you feel like you’re floating, and you can’t help but giggle along with him.

“Good, good. That would make tomorrow much more awkward.” You can hear the apprehension in his voice, like there is something he’s wanting to say that he just can’t bring himself to. So you decide to ease him into it.

“Morales, I’ve known you for almost a decade, and you’re as much an open book over the phone as you are in person. Where’s your mind at right now? I can tell something is bothering you.” The other end of the line is quiet, and you fear you might have lost him for a moment till you hear shuffling and what sounds like a car door closing.

“I miss you, Sol.” The tender way his old nickname for you pours from his lips has your heart nearly leaping from your chest. “I miss being next to you, relaxing with you, laughing with you. I miss...us.”

��Frankie, there was never an us…” Your voice is small as you hug your legs. “We were two friends, we were never an us. You never looked at me that way.”

“Sol, I looked at you that way all the time...it was just...never while you were looking.” You hear a car engine start in the background. Where is he going? Your pulse races in your veins. Had you really been so oblivious that you never noticed him looking at you in any way other than a friend? “I didn’t want to push things, is all. You were happy and I was happy and it just felt right. Then you started dating Brent and I thought you just...didn’t like me the way I liked you. Then I got Marcy pregnant and I just...everything got complicated and it’s been on my mind for weeks, Sol. Weeks. Ever since I got back from South America. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and I just-”

“Come over, Frankie,” you cut off his rambling. “Screw waiting for tomorrow, I want to see you now.” Frankie splutters into the phone, trying to make a coherent reply, and you hear the sound of his engine revving through the earpiece as he sets you to speaker phone. “I never saw you looking at me, I never knew. I didn’t want to make things...weird. I didn’t wanna make things hard for you since you were going to get deployed…”

“Santa María,” he mutters breathlessly. “A couple of fools, we are.”

“A right matched set,” you agree, laughing lightly. “I’ve missed you too, Frankie. I still have that goofy picture of us with Santiago and Ben on my nightstand. Had a couple of dreams about you too, since you’ve been away. Keeping me up at night without even talking to me,” you laugh, matched by him.

“Well, I may just be continuing that keeping you up streak.” You grin at his snarky reply, jumping out of bed when you hear tires in your driveway.

“Promise?”

“Oh absolutely.” You hear the slamming of a car door as you tug your sleep shirt over your head, one of the ones he had left at your place years ago when he was home on leave, and bolt for the door. Knuckles get one tap on the door before you are throwing it open to see your Frankie standing there, scruffy and sleepy looking, that baseball cap you got him when he first deployed pulled down over low over his eyes. He lowers the phone from his ear, flashing you his sheepish smile. “Hey there, Sol. Long time no see.”

Instantly, your arms are around his waist, burying your face against his neck. God, after all this time, he still smells the same. Like aftershave and axle grease. Oh, how you have missed that smell. His arms wrap around you, holding you as close to him as he possibly could, reveling in your warmth. It feels like home. When you finally break the hug, you take his hand and pull him inside, sleep long forgotten. As he follows you to the bedroom, an amused smile crosses his face.

“Is that my shirt?”

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Sol translates to Sun

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[fluffyunicornofdanger]

Just What I Needed: Part Two

A/N: This takes place like a couple months after the first part, taking place in 1987, making Roger 38 and Axl 25. Roger isn’t in this part that much, but he is mentioned a heck lot. He will be in the third part, I’m 100% sure of that. And Roger is kinda an asshole in this part, just so you guys know. I hope you guys enjoy and I hope to get at least one more fic out this week.

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Masterlist 

Part One / Part Three

Axl Rose x Reader / Roger Taylor x Reader

Summary:  Y/n loved Roger but she knew he didn’t feel the same. Too busy with his wife and kids to love her in that way. But he was still possessive and she didn’t find out how much until she disregarded his feelings to sleep with a young up and coming rock star, Axl Rose.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Language, alcohol, self-doubt

Y/n was having the time of her life. Parties, booze, and drugs mixed with the sweet L.A. sun was heaven compared to the boring life she had lead in London. Rain clouds were a thing of the past in the City of Angles as were her days of worrying about Roger Taylor. 

It had been about a couple months since she’d last seen him, last seen Queen, and she hoped she’d never see the man again. In America, she didn’t have to worry about him running back to Dominique or hooking up with other girls while at the same time claiming he loved her. All the pain that she had endured because of the blonde was gone. She finally felt free of the chains he had put her in, finally felt like her own person.

Able to make her own decisions without a certain blonde breathing down her neck, Y/n moved in with Axl. Though they hadn’t known each other long, he understood the position she was in. He understood all too well what it was like to be on the run from the past. He graciously let her crash at his place until she could sort things out. 

But over time, it was clear they were more than just roommates.

Y/n tried to hide her smile as she watched the red-head rummage through a stack of paper, looking for lyrics he had discarded the day before. She knew it was a horrible idea to fool around with him, seeing as how it left lingering feelings. It was too soon, she thought, too soon for anything that could become permanent. But the heart wants what the heart wants. And it wanted him.

It wanted the man, who without question, comforted a crying girl and welcomed her into his home. The man who didn’t push any boundaries set in place, waiting for her to break them down. Her heart wanted the man that didn’t cage her, that hadn’t put her in a position were she felt imprisoned, unable to escape. The man who let her be her own person, that’s who her heart wanted.

“I swear once I find these lyrics you’ll love them,” he stated, throwing papers to the floor.

Y/n smiled as she opened the fridge and pulled out two beers. “You told me yesterday that they were shit.”

“Yeah well…” he paused, picking up a piece of paper and reading it before throwing it to the floor with all the rest. “They just need a little work, that’s all.”

Y/n shrugged and grabbed a bottle opener, popping the tops off the glass bottles. She took a sip from her’s, placing Axl’s on the counter. “If you say so.”

She watched as he continued searching, pulling drawers of a desk open and emptying its contents. It would be a long while before the lyrics were found, she just knew it. Though the house was clean, Axl always had papers everywhere of lyrics and song ideas. He’d have to go through mountains of paper before he would find the one he’d been looking for. But his determination was something Y/n admired. He didn’t give up easily, always pushing until he got what he wanted. 

Y/n leaned against the counter, cold beer in hand, and thought back to London. If she were there, she’d probably be at the studio with the boys. Freddie would make some hilarious joke, she would laugh while Brian would tell the man to focus. Roger would probably be right by her side or she would be sitting in his lap. His arms would be wrapped around her and he would carry on as if she wasn’t there. Every now and then he would probably say something to her, ask her a question, make suggestions. He would invite himself to her place, lead her on with affection that was worthless, she would be his play toy and nothing more.

She shook her head, trying to rid her mind of such thoughts. That was all in the past. She never had to set foot in London again. Never had to work with Queen or deal with Roger ever again. 

Axl looked up at the clock and sighed. “Shit, I’m gonna be late,” he muttered, dropping the papers in his hands.

Y/n raise a brow. “Late for what?”

“The boys wanted to get food and talk about a song or something.” He slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed his jacket. “I’ll find those lyrics later.”

She nodded as he walked up to her and gave her a kiss. Y/n pulled him closer, deepening it. Axl broke away moments later, flashing a devilish smile. “I’m gonna be late, babe.”

Y/n pouted before shoving him towards the door. “Fine, but you better show me more than those lyrics when you get back.”

He smiled at her as he left the kitchen. “No problem.”

When she heard the front door open and slam shut, she chugged the rest of her beer, placing the empty bottle on the counter and picking up the one she had gotten out for Axl. It was just going to go to waste now that he was gone.

She brought the bottle to her lips and took a long sip. The only time she ever really had to sulk and feel the pain that Roger had created was when Axl was gone. As much as she was coming to love him, she didn’t need him to deal with her pain, he already had enough of his own. And her’s was childish anyway. Compared to his problems, her’s were nothing. She was just some heartbroken girl who needed to get it together. Axl was a man trying not to become the people who had broken him. Their pains were different.

Y/n  walked into the living room and went over to the couch, picking up a magazine. She was just about to sit down when the phone rang. With a groan, she tossed the magazine aside and walked over to were it hung on the wall in the hallway. 

“Hello.”

A chill ran down her spine at the voice that spoke back to her. “Y/n? Is that you? It’s me, it’s Roger.”

She took a deep breath, trying to formulate a sentence. She hadn’t expected this. Out of all the people that could have called, what were the odds that it would be him? “R-roger, how’d you get this number?”

A sigh came through the phone and she knew that he was probably running a hand through his hair. “I got it from a friend that works in L.A. Listen I just wanted to talk to you, I want to sort things out.”

Y/n scoffed. What was there to sort out? “I think we made ourselves clear, Roger. There is nothing more to talk about.”

“That’s not true, Y/n. We were both angry and said things we wouldn’t have said otherwise.”

This couldn’t be happening. She thought she was done with this man, that he was only a memory of her past that would fade with time. But he’d come back to haunt her like a terrible dream.

“Y/n, I love you and I understand why you didn’t want to be seen with me. I’m a horrible man.” He paused, hoping that he could get a response from her. When that didn’t happen, he continued. “I’ve been horrible to Dominique. I should have been faithful to her and I shouldn’t have been with those other girls, I know that. But I can’t go back and fix that. I can’t change the man I was, but I can change the man I will be. I’ll be a better man fo-”

“If you say ‘for me’ your a fucking fool,” she interrupted. “Roger, you can’t just change like that. You’re only doing this out of jealousy because you can’t have me now. You only want me now more than ever because I don’t want you. It’s pathetic,” her voice was laced with venom as she spoke. “And you won’t change. You cheated once and you’ll do it again. You’ve probably told Dominique the same damn lies.”

“That’s not true,” he argued, his voice rising.

Y/n shook her head, tapping her nails against the wall, hoping it would help her relax. “Don’t lie to me, Roger. You want to be the only one to have me, that’s why you’re doing this. If I’d just left and not gotten with Axl, would we be having this conversation?”

There was a pause, a short one, but one nonetheless before his answer. “Yes, we still would be.”

She laughed, “Yeah, right.”

“You can’t tell me you’re really happy with that man. What does he have that I don’t? He’s caused more problems than he can solve. He’s a child, Y/n, he doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s going to crash and burn, taking you down with him,” Roger stated, trying to get some point across.

“Maybe so, but at least I don’t have to wonder if he’s using me or not,” she replied before slamming the phone against the hook.

Y/n leaned against the wall, sliding down until she hit the floor. Why was he such a prick? He always did things like that. He couldn’t stand her being happy without him being the cause of it. But why did he even care? Roger could have any girl he wanted, he should be happy with that. But no! She leaned her head against the wall, trying to keep the tears from falling and ruining her makeup. All she wanted was to be happy, why couldn’t Roger just let her do that? She wanted freedom, to feel like a bird flying through the air, not some dog stuck in a fenced yard. That’s what she would be with him. He would want to do everything together, never giving her time to breathe. Y/n needed air, she needed space to take flight and that’s what she had in L.A. That’s what Axl had given her.

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She shouldn’t have taken his words to heart. Every word should have been meaningless, yet they weren’t. They held more weight than she thought they would. They were like anchors, pulling her down into the dark sea.

Y/n tried not to think of her conversation with Roger as she cuddled with Axl, watching some horror movie that Slash had suggested. The boys were all over, either popcorn or beer in hand as they watched the screen. Axl held her close, sure the film was going to scare her but how could it when she wasn’t paying it any mind?

All she could think about was everything Roger had said. The conversation played on repeat in her brain every day, driving her mad, but she didn’t know how to get rid of it. Y/n had yet to tell Axl that Roger had called. He didn’t like pushing the subject and she didn’t like talking about it, so neither of them ever brought the man up. And, anyway, Axl was stressed when he returned home that day, bringing up Roger would only make it worse.

But the more Y/n thought about it the more she felt that Roger was right. Axl was a mess. He was a hot mess and there was a good chance he would go down in flames, she never denied it. Would she go down with him like Roger had suggested? It was probably just a scare tactic to get her to leave the red-head, but it was working. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to go down whatever path Axl was walking on, at the same time, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to go with Roger down the path of his choice. 

Y/n shuttered, thinking back on Roger’s words, causing Axl to hold her tighter. She leaned her head on his shoulder, thankful that they were watching a movie. 

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Y/n sat at the edge of the pool, kicking the water with her feet. Axl had invited the band over so they could go over things for tour. As they were occupied with their work, Y/n wondered outside to get out their way and get some time to herself. 

Time alone, though, wasn’t the best thing for her. Every time she was alone everything hit her like a tidal wave. Roger, Queen, London. It all came flooding back. She hadn’t been able to get any of it off her mind since the drummer had called, making her go crazy. Peace was all she wanted. She just wanted to sit alone without thinking about the man she used to love. That’s all she was asking for.

But she never got what she wanted, causing her to overthink everything around her. Was she really happy in L.A.? Did Axl love her? Did she love him or was he just a replacement for what she used to have? Stupid questions, every single one of them. Questions that Roger probably wanted her to ask, making her doubt herself. But they were questions that needed answering. She needed to know why she was doing what she was doing.

Those questions, as ridiculous as they were, caused her to push Axl away. She couldn’t answer them with feeling like she had to give him the right answer. The questions weren’t about him or about Roger, they were about her. And she couldn’t stand how Roger was making them about everybody but herself. Those were questions that Y/n needed to ask herself, not questions that needed to be thrown at her by someone who was unhappy with her choices.

Duff glanced at Y/n through the window, a worried look on his face. “Is she alright, dude?”

Axl shook his head, he didn’t know. It was a horrible thing, not knowing, but it was true. He didn’t know if she was okay or not and asking wouldn’t get him anywhere. She never talked about how she was feeling, always dodging the bullet and wanting to talk about how he was doing. It was frustrating for Axl, talking about his problems wasn’t going to make her’s go away.

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “She’s been acting weird lately, distant.”

“Do you think it has something to do with that guy that she left?” Slash asked and grabbed a cigarette off the table.

Moving his feet from the coffee table, Axl shrugged. “I don’t know what else it would be. I mean-” He grabbed a cigarette, gesturing for Slash to give him a lighter. “-she only recently started acting like this and I don’t think it’s something I’ve done.”

Izzy raised a brow as he fiddled with a pencil. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” he stated. Y/n and him were close enough that she wouldn’t hesitate to call him out. So, it couldn’t have been something he’d done. She had made him a better person, he was kinder, gentler, and more loving than he had ever been because of her. He would never go about hurting the person that had done that.

“Maybe you should call the guy,” Steven suggested causing Duff to smack him. “Hey! I just think that maybe her and this guy need to talk it out. You know, so she can punch him in the mouth and move on.”

Axl couldn’t argue with that, sometimes that’s what you needed. Sometimes it’s better to confront your problems rather than run from them. Maybe that’s what Y/n needed. She needed to confront the man that had trambled her heart, leaving it in pieces. 

“Maybe they do.”

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[itsworn]

Homebuilt Pro Street 1968 Camaro

There’s a first time for everything, like riding a bike or diving into the deep end. But just as you might skin a knee from a fall or cough up some pool water, it wasn’t all easy-peasy for Bren Manke working on his ’68 Camaro.

“This was the first car build I had ever done,” he admits. “I built the entire thing, including all the engine assembly, rollcage fabrication, suspension work, wiring, and just about everything else, in my two-car garage.”

Fortunately, Bren is mechanically inclined and had some previous experience working on snowmobiles with his dad, Bill. And he had one big motivation: to build this car with the sole intent of making it go really fast.

That’s a familiar line to Chevy High Performance readers. Making it happen is a whole ’nuther story, though. Fortunately, when he found the car on a Craigslist ad as a rolling chassis, it had very little rust. “But it was pretty much just a shell,” he admits.

While his idea initially was to build a Pro Touring car, his focus shifted after attending the NHRA Sonoma Nationals and watching some cool old drag cars tearing up the track. So he switched horses in midstream and went the Pro Street route instead.

“The only problem was that I had already mini-tubbed the car,” he notes. “So I got the absolute biggest tires I could fit into the wheelwells without doing fullsize tubs.” He also welded in some subframe connectors and bolted on Competition Engineering Slide-A-Link traction bars, secured to a 3.70 Ford 9-inch with Moser 33-spline forged axles. To further minimize axlewrap, Detroit Speed supplied 3-inch drop-leaf springs and shocks.

This setup was for putting some serious power to the pavement—about 750 horses at 15 psi from a 383 small-block topped with a Weiand 6-71 blower. All good in theory, but he encountered a few bumps in the road along the way. The first one happened while testing the engine right after he had gotten the Weiand blower installed.

“I went to my favorite testing spot and floored it,” he relates. “Well, the throttle linkage that hooked to the carburetor wasn’t adjusted right and got stuck against the side of the blower, keeping it at full throttle. I was getting really close to 140 mph when I shut the ignition off.” As a result, the engine backfired super hard, which in turn bent the crankshaft. He was able to limp it home and ended up pulling the engine and installing a new crank.

The next challenge was a more involved technical issue, as the engine ran too hot. After months of fighting overheating issues he determined the problem was caused by the blower being over-driven too much.

“I was achieving the boost levels I wanted, but the extra load during idle and cruising caused it to overheat.” And that was after trying all sorts of fixes, such as installing a huge radiator that barely fit between the framerails, adding water wetter, a high-flow 55-gpm electric water pump, and dual shrouded electric fans, plus adjusting the timing, changing the jetting—everything.

He eventually went with a Whipple W200R twin-screw supercharger instead, which has a bypass valve to bleed off boost at slow speeds. Even so, he replaced the plastic butterfly-style valve with a turbo blow-off unit. Why the switch? “Because of the aesthetics and the fact I can calibrate the amount of vacuum needed to open it by using different tension springs,” Bren explains.

Drawing on his snowmobile experience, he also designed a water-to-air intercooler to adapt it to his existing 6-71 intake. That involved drawing up several designs and fine-tuning through trial and error (just as he did on the rest of the project).

Assembled by Bren, with some help from his father, the innards of the engine provided by CNC Motorsports include Eagle forged rods and a crank with a 3.750-inch stroke in a 0.030-overbore of 4.030 inches, slinging JE forged pistons with an 8.8:1 compression ratio. AFR 220 heads run Scorpion 1.5:1 rockers. Filtering the air into a Pro Systems SV1 carb is a K&N element with a custom scoop.

Downstream from the block are Schoenfeld headers (1 7/8 to 1 3/4-inches), dumping into a 3-inch custom X-pipe and dual mufflers. Backing up the mill is a TCI Auto Turbo 350, actuated by a B&M shifter and fitted with a trans brake.

Another scary surprise came when Bren was trying out a new electric fuel pump. He had it operating for a while without having the car running. So how did things get a little weird?

“Well, unknown to me when I had installed the fittings on the pump, a small metal shaving made its way into the carburetor and kept the needle and seat open, flooding the motor extremely bad (like, hydraulic the motor bad),” he relates. Bren decided to pull the spark plugs and crank the motor to clear the gas out but forgot to unhook the coil.

“When I hit the key something sparked and ignited the gas that came out of the cylinders, and before I knew it I had three-foot flames shooting out of the engine bay,” he recalls with wince. Fortunately, he grabbed a fire extinguisher and put it out pretty fast—but not before it burned up the majority of the wiring around the engine.

“We also had a heck of a time getting the matte finish to come out right,” Bren admits. “We ended up spraying, sanding, and respraying the entire car because when the matte finish would begin to dry, random striping would appear, the worst of which were on the flat surfaces such as the roof and decklid.” That’s when he decided to go with the two-tone flat/matte finish.

Despite all the hurdles and hiccups, this build had a good ending, as he and his bride, Aggie, did a smoky burnout at their wedding reception. All told, after three years of overcoming various challenges, “This car was an absolute blast to build and one heck of a learning curve.”

And they lived happily ever after. CHP

Tech Check Owner: Bren Manke, Sparks, Nevada Vehicle: 1968 Camaro

Engine Type: Chevy small-block V-8 Displacement: 383 ci Compression Ratio: 8.8:1 Bore: 4.030 inches Stroke: 3.750 inches Cylinder Heads: Aluminum AFR 220, 65cc combustion chambers, 220cc intake ports, 80cc exhaust ports, 2.10/1.60-inch valves Rotating Assembly: Eagle forged rods and crank, JE forged pistons Valvetrain: Scorpion rocker arms 1.5:1, Isky EZ-Roll solid roller lifters, Comp Cams pushrods Camshaft: Comp Cams solid roller (0.609-inch lift; 256/264-deg. duration) Induction: Whipple W200R supercharger, Pro Systems SV1 carburetor, Weiand intake manifold with custom water-to-air intercooler Ignition: MSD BTM 6 Exhaust: Schoenfeld headers (1 7/8 to 1 3/4 inches), 3-inch custom X-pipe, Super 44 dual mufflers Ancillaries: Painless Performance wiring Output (est.): 750 hp Machine Work: CNC Motorsports (Brookings, SD) Built By: Bren and Bill Manke

Drivetrain Transmission: TCI Auto Turbo 350, B&M shifter, trans brake, custom aluminum driveshaft Rear Axle: Quick Performance Ford 9-inch, 3.70:1 gears, Truetrac differential, Moser 33-spline axles

Chassis Front Suspension: Detroit Speed 3-inch drop coil springs Rear Suspension: Competition Engineering subframe connectors and Slide-A-Link traction bars, Detroit Speed 3-inch drop-leaf springs and shocks Brakes: Classic Performance Products 13-inch rotors, two-piston calipers, front; 12-inch rotors, single-piston calipers, rear

Wheels & Tires Wheels: Racestar 17×4.5 front, Champion Wheels 15×12 rear Tires: MH Racemaster 4.5/26-17 front, Hoosier Quick Time Pro 29/13.50-15 rear

Interior Upholstery: Bren Manke Material: Vinyl Seats: Kirkey aluminum race buckets, Simpson seat belts Ancillaries: Custom eight-point rollcage installed and built by Bren Manke Steering: Custom with Grant wheel Shifter: B&M Dash: Custom aluminum center console Instrumentation: Dakota Digital VTX Audio: Pioneer HVAC: None

Exterior Bodywork: Bill and Bren Manke Paint By: Bill Manke Paint: Flat and matte black; graphics by Auto Color Studios Hood: Harwood fiberglass Grille: Polished aluminum custom Bumpers: Stock

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[addie-henderson]

I'm rewatching the middle and... Imagine meeting Axl Heck in college... and by meeting I mean you two went to high school together, he should have known who you were. you knew he was. but then again everyone knew who Axl was.

you live across the hall from him in the dorms and you bump into each other at a party in your building.

"oh I'm sorry- oh it's you." you admittedly sound a bit bitter.

"yeah... me. do I know you?" he looks genuinely confused (when did he ever not look confused?)

"well we only went to school together our whole lives but." you shrug letting your sentence trail off.

"I think I would remember someone as hot as you." he winks, and you laugh because some people truly never change.

"not gonna happen, Heck."

[axlhecksbasement6]

Cheater | Axl Heck x fem!Reader

You watched, not daring to look away not even for a second. Your boyfriend of two years was kissing another girl. A blonde girl with beautiful tan skin. Your heart sank.

You came for a surprise visit at his university, you had taken a gap year to sort some things out. You missed him so much you decided to visit him.

"Axl?!" You shouted catching him by surprise. He broke away from the kiss and looked your way. You shook year head, tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You stormed off, he was shouting your name and running after you.

"(Y/n)! Please let me explain!" He shouted catching up to you.

"Explain what? That your tongue was in another girls mouth? What is there to explain?" You shouted angrily. Your heart broke as he stammered for words.

"Please, she means nothing to me!" He exclaimed and you shook your heads tears finally falling from your eyes.

"I'm such an idiot. An idiot for believing long distance could work. I'm in Orson rejecting guys, telling guys that I have a boyfriend only for said boyfriend to be kissing and possibly fucking other women?!" You said turning to look away from.

"(Y/n), please. I was lonely and she offered me her company!" He defended himself.

"You're so weak Axl. If you were lonely you could have called me? You could have come and visit me? Planned for a day for me to go over?! Not kiss a random girl at a stupid frat party!" You screamed shoving him away.

"(Y/n) I love you so much I don't know what I would do without you!" He cried tears falling from his eyes.

"Go keep kissing that girl! See if she wants to keep you company!" You ran off to your car. He shouted your name pleading for you to come back. You got inside your car and drove far, far away from him. You never wanted to see his stupid face or his stupid smile. You never want to be reminded of him or his family.

You got home and immediately packed all the things you had of him. You packed his high school varsity jacket that he let you borrow. All the pictures from fairs and carnivals. You packed all the gifts he gave to you. All of it went into a box and you drove to the Heck's house.

You banged on their door and Frankie opened up.

"(Y/n)? Axl isn't here sweetie," she smiled and you shook your head.

"We are over Mrs. Heck," your voice was shaky. "But don't worry Axl has a new girlfriend and he seems to love her very much."

"Wait-? What? You broke up?" She asked and you nodded.

"I dumped him," you smiled. You handed her the box. "Tell him to delete my number, his is already deleted from mine." You walked away not allowing Frankie to say another word to you. Your heart was beating quickly and your lip began to tremble.

Two years gone to the trash. Two amazing years of fun and romance all gone. But, it was going to be okay. You were going to apply to colleges, you were going to get your life on track and not allow a stupid boy to ruin your plans.

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Would you consider writing for the middle I don’t see many axel fics and I need some!!!!!!!!!

i've actually thought about it, but bc of the lack of fics idk if people would actually want them.

just a disclaimer, if i do start writing for the middle, it wont be until after i finish all of my current requests with is a LOT. i have a feeling it'll be a couple months until requests open up again, so if you vote yes i hope you can be patient with me lol

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Master List

You will find all the one-shots/Imagines I’ve created here :)!

Hello! Welcome to another one-shot compilation of mine! I have been doing x reader one-shots for the longest time as another one of my hyper fixations I have decided to do Axl Heck one-shots! I know The Middle isn't as popular as Harry Potter or South Park bUT!!! I really want to do this :)!

Leave suggestions for one-shots. All warnings and disclaimers will be put at the beginning of the one-shot.

Cheater | Axl Heck x fem!Reader

Alone | Axl Heck x fem!Reader

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This post has 115 notes and I still haven't seen anything new

“Dude the world needs more Axl Heck imagines cause there are like, none, am i right?”

Me to myself every day this week following the purchase of every season of The Middle on YouTube.

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My Request Rules + Character List

My inbox is currently CLOSED for requests

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If you’d like to be notified about future works, you can send me an ask or comment saying what characters/fandoms you want to be notified for and I’ll add you to the tag list for it!

RULES

Please only request through my ask box! Requesting through my messages will be ignored/deleted

I only write x readers, no character x character

If there’s a character that I’ve written for that’s no longer on this list, please don’t request something with that character. The list is always up to date so if they’re not on the list anymore, I no longer write for them

If my inbox is closed for requests, do not send me a request. if i get a request while my inbox is closed, the request gets deleted without any notice. if you try to send the request again while i'm not accepting anything, you will be blocked

If not specified, the reader will be fem/afab! Exceptions are pronoun usage in the request (referring to reader as “they”, “he”, etc) and canon sexuality of the character the reader’s being paired with (if the character’s a gay guy, the reader will be male)

I have the right to not want to fulfill a request that makes me uncomfortable in any way (i rarely reject requests, but some people are weird)

I WILL NOT WRITE

incest

throuples/threesomes that involve siblings

someone explicitly having an ED

someone dealing with SH

a scenario involving hospitalization or crazy/freak accidents

major character death (unless the character is an asshole/antagonist)

I'm not comfortable with writing about these topics, so any requests with them will be deleted without any notice and i will block you. (if you have an idea for a request but don't know if i'd accept it, ask me how i feel about the specific scenario. if im ok with it then you can send in the full request. if im not ok with it, ill add it to my will not write list)

CHARACTER LIST

the number next to a character's name indicates how many works i have for that character. red means it's a request, green means it's a non-requested work. these numbers are always up to date. pls be considerate of how many requests/works a character has before you request them

Total requests in inbox: 16

Malcolm in the Middle

Reese Wilkerson (3)

That 70s Show

Steven Hyde (1)

Eric Forman

Michael Kelso

Jackie Burkhart

Donna Pinciotti

Derry Girls

James Maguire

Clare Devlin

Michelle Mallon

Lab Rats

Chase Davenport (2)

Leo Dooley

Bree Davenport

Adam Davenport

Five Nights at Freddy's

Mike Schmidt

The Santa Clause

Bernard the Elf

Twilight

Charlie Swan

Carlisle Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Alice Cullen

Rosalie Hale

Poly w/ Emmett Cullen and Rosalie Hale

Poly w/ Charlie Swan and Carlisle Cullen

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Rodrick Heffley (1)

Saltburn

Felix Catton (4)

Ghostbusters

Ray Stantz

Egon Spengler

Mean Girls

Regina George (1)

Heathers

J.D.

Veronica Sawyer

Poly w/ J.D. and Veronica Sawyer

The End of the F***ing World

James (1)

Alyssa Foley (1)

What We Do in the Shadows

Nandor the Relentless

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nadja of Antipaxos

Guillermo de la Cruz (Male!Reader only)

Poly w/ Laszlo Cravensworth and Nadja of Antipaxos

Poly w/ Nandor the Relentless and Guillermo de la Cruz (Male!Reader only)

Poly w/ Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, and Nadja of Antipaxos

Hot Fuzz

Nicholas Angel

Jurassic Park

Alan Grant

Ellie Satller

Ian Malcolm

The Middle

Axl Heck

Sue Heck

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World

Gideon Graves

Roxie Richter

Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted "Theodore" Logan

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Oliver Wood (1)

Neville Longbottom (1)

Remus Lupin

James Potter