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Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

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Summary: Conflict arises with Harris's new teacher, filling Halloween with more tricks than treats. But it's nothing a visit with Ms. Sweetheart can't fix.

Warnings: allusion to Reader and Eddie's one-night stand, panic attack, Reader's grandma has dementia.

WC: 5.6k

Chapter 6/20

Scruffy!Eddie edit credit to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple Divider credit to @saradika

Guns N’ Roses t-shirt: check. Goodwill jeans with makeshift holes in the knees: check. Bandana tied snugly around his forehead: check. Arms littered with an assortment of temporary tattoos: check.

Eddie grins as he assesses his son’s costume, reaching into the thrift store bag as he pulls out the pièce de résistance: a denim jacket, only two sizes bigger than Harris would usually wear. It was a bit over what he’d been hoping to spend, but he’d reasoned with himself that it could also be worn after Halloween. It was an investment, he’d decided, not a splurge.

His smile falters when Harris indignantly stomps his foot, crossing his arms over his chest. While Eddie had hoped his son would go with more badass tattoo options, perhaps a skull and crossbones or even a snake, he had insisted on a Sesame Street theme. Cookie Monster munches on his signature treat as Harris pouts.

“No, Daddy!” he whines, twisting away when Eddie holds the jacket closer to him. “I can’t wear that!”

“C’mon, Har,” he tries, scouring his brain to come up with a convincing enough lie. “Axl Rose wore jackets all the time!”

Harris doesn’t just shake his head; he swivels his entire body back and forth in protest. “I don’t care! No one’s gonna be able to see my tattoos!” He holds out both arms in front of him; nearly every square inch (besides the section blocked by his cast) is covered. Eddie had spent most of last night diligently applying them precisely where Harris had asked, lest there be a tantrum. There was, unfortunately, a headless Elmo from when Harris had asked–no, demanded–that he try by himself. Still, Eddie figured that only one casualty was a win.

“Those are some sweet ol’ tatties,” Eddie muses, biting back a laugh at the two-dimensional Big Bird on his son’s forearm. “But wouldn’t it be cool if you wore the jacket into school and then–BAM!--took it off and surprised everyone with them?

Harris appears to consider this, mouth tucked into his cheeks. “Can I show Ms. Sweetheart?”

“Sure, bud. We’ll stop by her classroom when I pick you up.” Whatever gets us out of the house in weather-appropriate attire. “But first, show me your most metal pose.”

The boy opens his mouth wide and sticks out his tongue as far as it extends, scrunching his face dramatically until the corners of his eyes crinkle. His middle and ring fingers press into his palm, thumb crossing over them, with his forefinger and pinky raised in the quintessential rock ‘n roll symbol.

Eddie swoops down and smacks a wet kiss to Harris’s cheek. “That’s my boy!”

Standing among the crowd of parents at pick-up, Eddie opts out of making banal small talk and instead chooses to look at the bulletin board. The previous art project that had been hanging against the faded blue paper–”self-portraits” that the students had made on the first day of school–have been replaced by finger paintings of orange blobs that vaguely resemble pumpkins. There wasn’t one for Harris because he was in Ms. Sweetheart’s classroom then, so it’s his first art project in his new class. He eagerly scans the board for Harris’s, frowning when he can’t find his name.

Maybe it’s still drying, he tries to convince himself, imagining his son over-saturating the paper with globs of paint. It wouldn’t be entirely out of character.

Ms. Marion’s classroom is a sea of costumed children. A boy dressed as one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles stands by his mom. A Cinderella, a black cat, and a Thomas the Tank Engine surround Ms. Paula. As soon as Eddie spots Harris, he smiles and waves him over, hurriedly scribbling his signature on the sign-out sheet.

He expects Harris to zoom past the other kids, fueled by the standard Halloween diet of sugar and chocolate, but he just kind of…mopes to the doorway. His shoulders slump dejectedly, and though he keeps his gaze low, Eddie can still see the film of mist staining his innocent eyes.

“Har, what’s wrong?” He waits for an answer, and when he doesn’t receive one–an oddity for his perpetually chatty son–he tries a new tactic. “Wanna show me where your artwork is? I must be gettin’ old, because I couldn’t find it on the board out there.”

“‘S not there,” Harris mumbles, scratching off a flaking piece of the Rosita tattoo on the back of his hand. “I didn’t get to finish.”

Eddie watches as the tears start to slip down his cheeks, and he brings him into the hallway before Ms. Marion or Ms. Paula sees what’s going on. He can’t be certain, but his paternal instincts tell him that they’ve contributed to Harris’s sad state. “Why not?”

“I-I t-tried, but M-Ms. Mar-Marion and Ms. P-Paula got m-mad at me.” The words come out between choked sobs. “‘C-Cuz I c-couldn’t sit d-down.”

“What do you mean?”

“I k-keeped st-standing up, ‘cuz m-my legs wanted to st-stand.” The explanation tumbles out of him so quickly, as though he’s trying to beat the clock. “And they s-said if I did-didn’t sit down, I c-couldn’t do art. But I k-keeped f-f-forgetting, and th-they t-taked away my pay-pay-paper and said, ‘sit in the c-corner!’”

Eddie’s breath hitches, and he has to clear his throat before speaking again. “Did…did that happen in Ms. Sweetheart’s class? The legs thing?”

“Mhm,” Harris manages, “b-but she let me stand and d-do ju-jumps to get the wig-wiggles out. She just t-t-telled me not to do ju-jumps with s-s-scissors, ‘cuz of s-safety.” His breathing increases to a rapid pace, face flushing red as his chest heaves. “B-But Ms. M-Marion ye-ye-yelled at me!”

Eddie’s brows pinch together, and he gently presses his calloused palms against Harris’s narrow shoulders, desperate to prevent him from hyperventilating. “Harris, you gotta calm down. I can’t understand you when you’re crying like this!” Despite his efforts, his frustration bleeds into his tone, and he winces when the latter sentence ends with an unwanted snap. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s just an art project.”

“Harris?”

The sound of your voice draws the attention of both Munsons. You let out a small oof as Harris flings himself against your legs, and though he practically flew the five foot distance between his father and you, now is not the time to remind him about using his walking feet.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” You crouch down, taking his hand in yours, and notice his quick, shallow breaths. “We’re gonna breathe together, okay? Eyes on me.” You demonstrate inhaling for three seconds, holding for three seconds, and exhaling for three seconds. “Now let’s do it together.”

He hesitates but ultimately follows your lead, and you guide him until his breathing slows enough for him to sputter, “I t-tried to sit, b-but I c-couldn’t.”

You haven’t the slightest idea what he’s referring to, but Eddie fills you in. You feel the heat of anger creeping through your body, not just for the way your co-worker treated the sweet boy, but for her insolent approach to teaching as a whole.

“We can go to my classroom,” you offer, silently sighing in relief when the boy nods in agreement. “I don’t know if I have the supplies to make the same project as Ms. Marion, but if you have a few minutes, you can draw something now. I bet Mr. Will would love to help you; he’s a super-duper artist.”

Just as you’d predicted, Will jumps at the opportunity to help Harris with his impromptu art project, encouraging him to draw something that makes him happy. While he does that, you comb through the mess left behind from the Halloween party you’d thrown. You’d sooner toss one hundred cupcake wrappers in the trash before attempting a conversation with Eddie Munson. He’s simply too unpredictable; kind and thoughtful one day, harsh and guarded the next.

One of the wrappers in your hand drops to the floor and you reach forward to pick it up, pinching the pleated material between your pointer and middle fingers. You can feel Eddie’s eyes on your form, the way the backs of your thighs are slightly exposed when you bend over, and you stand up quickly.

“Are you the Magic School Bus lady?” He takes in your lavender dress with planets and stars stamped all over it. Oh. He wasn’t checking you out; he was just trying to figure out who you’d dressed up as. Good. Anything else would be inappropriate.

So why does a twinge of disappointment radiate through you?

You glance at your costume; with all of the commotion, you’d forgotten you’d even been wearing one “I mean, would I even be a teacher if I didn’t jump at the chance to be Ms. Frizzle?” You motion over to Will, decked out in green from head to toe with two yellow horns glued to a headband atop his mop of brown hair. “Have you met my trusty sidekick, Liz the Lizard?”

Eddie laughs. “Yeah, Byers actually used to play in my D&D club back in high school. Made some pretty sick art pieces to liven up that dingy excuse for a room.”

You look between the two of them, trying to do the mental math. “Will, didn’t you say you’re twenty-four?” And if Eddie is thirty, that means…

“I, uh, had a little trouble graduating,” Eddie sheepishly admits, ruffling the back of his hair and offering a tight grimace. “But I got there eventually. Class of ‘86, baby!”

“Worked out for me,” Will shrugs with a grin, looking up from Harris’s drawing. “You were the best DM Hellfire ever had. Although, rumor has it that Erica Sinclair gave you a run for your money.”

Harris picks up a yellow marker, furiously scribbling a circle in the left-hand corner of his paper. You try peering over to see the whole drawing, but he presses his whole body against the table, successfully thwarting your plans. “No peeking!” he warns, not putting his feet back on the ground until you’ve averted your gaze. “‘S a surprise.”

You put your hands up in surrender. “All right, all right. I’ll be surprised.” You raise your eyebrows at Eddie, who shares a similar response in return.

“Dunno when he got so bossy,” he snorts before calling out to his son, “Har-Bear? Five more minutes. We gotta get home to trick-or-treat with Grampa Wayne.”

“Ooh, that sounds like fun!” you echo as Harris grabs a purple marker from the box. “What’s your favorite candy?”

“Hmm.” Harris uses his free hand–the one with the cast–to tap his chin, continuing to color with the other one. “M&Ms. But only the plain ones. Daddy doesn’t let me have the peanut ones ‘cause he says I could choke.”

You shoot a sly, knowing look at Eddie. “I’m sure that’s the only reason. Such a selfless father.” You cross your arms over your chest and cock your head innocently. “And what do you do with all of these confiscated peanut M&Ms, Mr. Munson? Donate them?”

Eddie tucks his lips into his mouth to mask his grin. “Listen, the jig is gonna be up at some point,” he mumbles out of the corner of his mouth, loud enough so you can hear but soft enough that Harris can’t. “Let me enjoy my free candy while it lasts.”

“No judgment here,” you say with a small laugh, “they’re one of my favorites, too.”

“TA-DA!” Harris shouts, startling you, Eddie, and Will. He holds up the construction paper and smiles widely. To anyone without kids–or who didn’t teach preschool for a living–it would look like a bunch of colorful scribbles. But you can tell that he’s drawn a group of people standing by a tree (or a really, really tall flower) underneath the sun.

“Wow, Harris! That’s amazing!” you clap your hands together to punctuate your enthusiasm. “Who are all those people?”

Harris’s pointer finger travels left to right across the paper as he names each person: “That’s me, Grampa Wayne, Daddy, you, and Mr. Will!” The stick figure that represents you has a purple scribble on it, which you realize must be the costume you’re wearing. “An’ we’re all smiling because we’re happy!” Sure enough, each person has a curved red line at the bottom of their face. But there’s something else that catches your eye.

All of the people have a small space between them, except for you and Eddie. The circle that Harris drew to represent your left hand overlaps with the circle that is Eddie’s right.

You glance at the real Eddie, and if he notices, he doesn’t give any indication. “I love it, buddy.” He takes the drawing and inspects it closely. “Yup, this one’s definitely going on the fridge when we get home.” He flicks the paper for good measure. “Go clean up the markers so we can head out, Axl Rose.”

Among the noise of markers clattering back in the bins, you lean in to Eddie, inadvertently inhaling the scent of his cigarettes and cologne. For a brief moment, you’re transported back to the night fate had led you to cross paths; the thought of his lips on your neck in the stairwell has you clenching your thighs and swallowing thickly as you murmur, “I can ask him to make a new one with just you, him, and his grandpa.”

Eddie shakes his head. “N-No. I like this one.” He lets one hand drop to his side and it grazes yours. His rings brush your knuckles, and you instinctively draw back at the sensation of the cool metal and the zing of heat that pulses at his light touch. “Sorry,” he mumbles, not making eye contact.

“S’okay.”

He blinks a few times and redirects his attention to his son. “What do you say to Mr. Will and Ms. Sweetheart for letting you do your art project?”

Harris’s little chest swells as he inhales deeply, storing up as much oxygen as he can fit in his lungs before bellowing, “THANK YOUUUUUUU!”

Eddie brings his palm to his ear canal, rotating his forefinger as though trying to repair a punctured eardrum. “Love the enthusiasm,” he says through gritted teeth. “Seriously, though. Thank you both so much.”

“Of course,” Will says warmly, picking up the marker bin and placing it in its space on the shelf.

“Anything for Harris.” You smile, motioning towards the little boy already by his father’s side. “Have fun trick-or-treating tonight, bud! I can’t wait to hear about all the yummy candy you got.”

Harris scrunches his nose in contemplation. “Are you going trick-or-treating, Ms. Sweetheart?”

“Nah,” you laugh, “I’m gonna stay home and give candy to all the kids who come by.” And pray that Grandma doesn’t curse them out, you silently add.

“Oh.” Harris pauses, grabbing his dad’s hand. “Okay, bye!”

Eddie chuckles as his son pulls him towards the door. “That’s my cue. Um, Happy Halloween,” he adds awkwardly, waving once before disappearing down the hallway.

There’s so much more that he wants to say: you’re the best; you saved the day; you should be my son’s teacher instead of that old, bitchy bat. But he didn’t have time. Maybe another day. At least, that’s what he tells himself.

Wayne arrives just a few minutes after Eddie and Harris get home. As soon as his gruff voice comes over the intercom, Harris excitedly buzzes him in. “Grampa Wayne’s here!” he yells, even though Eddie’s standing right next to him. He grabs the pillowcase from the couch; it was originally white, but after Eddie accidentally threw in a red sock with the white laundry, it’s tinted light pink.

No sooner does the older man cross the threshold into the apartment, Harris is trying to drag him out again. “Let’s go, before all the good candy is gone!” he whines. His eyebrows pinch together and he drops his grandfather’s hand. “Oh, wait, I gotta show you something.” He scampers off into the kitchen, and Wayne winces when he hears the rattle of magnets falling to the floor.

“I’m okay!” Harris calls out, running back with a piece of paper in his hand. “Look what I drawed at school today!” He gives Wayne the rundown of who’s who.

Wayne analyzes each person in the picture, stopping at the overlapping circles between you and Eddie. “This is great, Har-Bear,” he muses. “Are, um, are Daddy and Ms. Sweetheart holding hands?”

“Mhm,” Harris casually confirms, taking the drawing back. “‘Cause they’re married.”

Eddie chokes on air as Wayne does a double-take. “Congrats, Ed,” he jokes, clapping a hand to his nephew’s shoulder. “Gotta say, I thought I’d at least get an invite.”

“Shut up,” Eddie grumbles, rolling his eyes. “Harris, why do you think that Ms. Sweetheart and I are married?” He wracks his brain for answers, but he can’t come to a logical conclusion. Did I talk about her in my sleep? Oh, shit, what if it was when I had that dream—

“Because you gived her a present,” Harris says, eyes innocent and wide. “And when grown-ups love each other, they give each other presents.”

“Oh, he gave Ms. Sweetheart a present, huh?” On the surface, Wayne’s words are as innocuous as Harris’s, but Eddie hears the teasing buried just beneath.

Harris nods. “Mhm. He gived her a tape!”

“It was the Toni Braxton one that she came into the shop for…that day that, uh…” Eddie raises his eyebrows at his uncle, who nods in acknowledgment. He brings his focus back to his son. “It doesn’t mean that we’re married. People have to go on dates and fall in love before they get married.”

The young boy absorbs this information. “So you should go on dates and fall in love with Ms. Sweetheart!” His face lights up at the idea of it, and it breaks Eddie’s heart to let him down.

So, he doesn’t.

“Why don’t you hang that back up so we can get outta here and get you some candy, huh?” He forces a smile and watches his son scamper into the kitchen before turning back to Wayne and shaking his head.

Harris peels a magnet off of the fridge, the one Eddie bought him on their Daddy-Son day. It has a sea lion balancing a beach ball on its snout, with HAWKINS ZOO printed in bolded letters along the bottom.

Lowering his voice to a whisper, he speaks directly to his drawing. “When Daddy and Ms. Sweetheart fall in love and get married, I’ll finally have a mommy.” He presses his hand flat against the paper as though he’s sealing in the wish. He stays like that for a moment until his dad calls his name, and he clutches his pillow case as they head out the door.

Eddie assumes that the love and marriage talk is done for the evening, but the feeling of relief doesn’t last long. The trio of Munson men is halfway down the stairwell when Wayne starts instigating. “Hey, Har, is Ms. Sweetheart pretty?”

“WAYNE!” Eddie grits his teeth and shoots a sharp look at his uncle. The last thing he needs is for Harris to get his hopes up about a blossoming romance between his dad and his former teacher.

“Oh, yeah!” Harris gleefully agrees, oblivious to the mounting tension. He grips the railing and jumps from the second to last step onto the tiled landing below. “Super pretty! Like a princess.”

The eldest Munson turns to Eddie. “Didja hear that? Pretty like a princess.”

“I heard him,” Eddie replies tersely.

“Daddy?”

No. Don’t ask me. Harris Wayne Munson, do not ask me what I think you’re going to—

“Do you think Ms. Sweetheart is pretty?”

Although he anticipated the question, Eddie still freezes. If he disagrees, Harris will inevitably want to know why not. And if he’s being honest with himself, he can’t name a single ugly thing about you.

He does think you’re pretty. He thinks you’re beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. And even though he’s literally seen you naked, fully on display for him–a memory he revisits more often than he’s willing to admit–it’s the thought of what you did today that solidifies your beauty. The way you’d effortlessly calmed Harris down without Eddie even having to ask. The frown on his face almost instantly became a smile, the flow of his tears ceasing and turning into the giggles that brought sunlight into Eddie’s life. You did that.

Any woman can be sexy, but you? In that moment, you were perfect.

Fuck.

“Daddy? Hello?”

At the sound of Harris’s voice, Eddie realizes that he physically hasn’t moved from his spot on the stairs. His hand is gripping the banister so tightly that it leaves an imprint in his palm. “Yeah, buddy,” he manages through his Sahara Desert throat. “I think Ms. Sweetheart’s pretty.”

“Like a princess?” Wayne’s eyes twinkle mischievously. It’s been a long time since he’s been able to tease his nephew about a crush, and he’s not passing up this limited opportunity.

“Yeah. Like a princess.”

Education outsiders might think that Halloween is one of the worst days to be a teacher. The lethal combination of sugar and excitement barely contained in tiny costumed bodies seems like a recipe for disaster. But any teacher worth their salt will tell you that there is a day far, far worse than Halloween: November 1st.

On Halloween, there is the expectation for fun. There’s a costume parade, classroom trick-or-treating, and even a little party. The kids are out of control, but who cares? It’s Halloween.

But on November 1st, there is work to be done. And you’re expected to teach the months of the year to 10 four-year-olds who are suffering from candy hangovers and won’t stop asking why they can’t go trick-or-treating again today.

You and Will are preparing for battle as students trickle in, excited to show off the candy stashes they acquired the night before. Abby Carver cries because she ate her Reese’s cup and now she’s sad that it’s gone. Joshua Harrington is continuing to “sling webs” at the other kids despite your incessant reminders that he is no longer Spider-Man. A fight over a KitKat bar breaks out not even five minutes into the day, and you confiscate it before someone causes serious bodily harm.

Two fingers lightly tap on your shoulder—too high up to be a kid—and you whirl around with an irritated, “what?”

“Whoa,” Eddie says, concern etched into his otherwise soft features. He takes a small step back, nearly tripping over a rogue Lego that somehow made its way out of the toy area. He stumbles but catches his balance easily. “Everything okay?”

“‘S a warzone out here,” you try and joke, but you feel it fall flat. You’re too tired for humor. Grandma may not have yelled at the trick-or-treaters like you’d feared, but she did get increasingly angrier with each knock on the door. After the fifth time of her snarling at you to “shut the hell up” (like you could simultaneously be on both sides of the door), you’d relented and just put the candy bowl on the welcome mat, scribbling “TAKE ONE” on a yellow sticky note, adhering it to the plastic container.

Two decades earlier, Halloween at Grandma’s house had a completely different connotation. She’d have a little pizza party all set up for you, and she’d buy a big bag of your favorite candy, in case you didn’t get enough during your door-to-door quests. And she’d always let you watch whatever spooky movie your heart desired, regardless of your parents’ rules.

“That’s what grandmas are for,” she’d said with a wink, and the two of you curled up to watch Little Shop of Horrors. Her demeanor matched the hokey magnet on her fridge that read, If I knew how fun my grandkids would be, I would’ve had them first. You’d stay like that until you both fell asleep, only being roused by your parents arriving to pick you up. The good old days, before Grandma waking up involved watching the confusion in her eyes as she tried and failed to place you.

“C-Can I help you with something?” Your guard goes up immediately when you notice that Harris isn’t with him. The time you’d spent together after school yesterday had been nice, fun, even, but you couldn’t trust that today would be the same. Not after what happened a few short weeks ago.

“I, um…I just swung by to give you this.” He reaches into the inner pocket of his denim jacket; it’s the same one that he lent to Harris when he’d forgotten his at home. A flash of yellow paper catches your eye, and he unfurls his palm to reveal a small bag of peanut M&Ms. “You said they were one of your favorites, right?”

You look at the treat, not willing to reach out and grab it. What if it’s a joke? An elaborate ploy to reel you in, just to shout “gotcha” when you finally let your walls come down?

“Are they poisoned or something?” you quip, crossing your arms over your chest. “Did you spike them with Ex-Lax?”

Eddie’s lips part in surprise before he collects himself. “Guess I deserve that,” he mumbles. “But, no. They’re not. I swear on James Hetfield’s life.” He drags his fingernail over his heart in an X-formation.

You take the bag, inspecting it for any sign of tampering, but you come up short. The edges are sealed, and there are no pinpricks as far as your eyes can see. “Dipped into Harris’s stash for me?”

“Hey, these bad boys are technically mine for the taking until he figures out that he can eat them without dying.” Eddie chuckles lightly, peering at you through impossibly long lashes. “But, yeah, I was hoping you’d accept these as part of my apology. Or apologies, I guess. For, uh, for not calling when I said I would, and all of the awful shi—awful things I said to you.” His voice is barely above a whisper as he steps closer and says, “I am so fucking sorry.”

You make a small tear in the bag, tapping it against your palm until an M&M falls out. Popping the blue candy in your mouth, you allow the shell to start dissolving on your tongue before crunching on the peanut, hoping you can process what he’s said by the time you’re finished chewing.

This is what you’ve been waiting for—an actual heartfelt apology. His brown eyes reflect nothing but shame and remorse, and you can tell by the way that he’s fidgeting with his rings that he’s anxiously awaiting your reply.

His vulnerability softens you slightly, and considering you haven’t keeled over after ingesting the candy, you throw him a bone.

“This fun size bag covers the ‘not calling’ part, but I’m gonna need a lot more candy if you want me to forgive you for what you said at the music store.” You keep your tone light; teasing, even, but there’s a layer of truth to it. He can’t merely waltz into your classroom with a gift and expect you to forget his hurtful words.

Eddie nods, his frizzy curls brushing the tops of his denim-clas shoulders. “I know. I’ve said some pretty terrible things in my life, but that might’ve been the worst. And, um,” he fumbles his words, desperately searching for the right ones. Semantics has never been his forte. “You didn’t deserve that. It’s not true; your grandma didn’t want to forget you. And…neither do I.” When you raise your eyebrows, he starts to backtrack. “Because you’re so great with Harris; like, you understand him and stuff. He’s always talking about you.”

Daddy, do you think Ms. Sweetheart is pretty? The question replays like a song he can’t shake from his head, its melody familiar but the notes still keeping him on edge. Pretty like a princess, only instead of saving her, I’m the one who needs to be rescued. So much for Prince Charming, huh?

The M&M melts in your mouth while you formulate a response to his candid admission. Sweetness seeps into your taste buds as you try to straddle the line between careful consideration and overthinking. Speak too quickly and you might say something you’ll regret. Take too long and you’ll make this even more awkward.

“W-Well, I’m glad to hear that.” Short, simple, to the point. Your words are slightly slurred by the candy obstruction, but what else is there to say? You could add that you forgive him, but you’re truthfully not sure that you do. His words scarred, had taken your already mangled self-worth and snapped it into pieces, and so did his reasoning for hurting you. Despite the love and kindness you’d shown his son, Eddie had fully believed that you were responsible for spreading personal information that would wound him. It was exactly as Jeff had said: Eddie struck below the belt at the first sign of conflict, so determined to protect himself that he didn’t even realize that he was attacking the people on his side.

The sound of books clattering to the floor snatches your attention from him, and you whip your head to your little classroom library to see two kids standing over a pile of fallen books, guilty looks stamped on their faces. “I’ve gotta go,” you blurt out, dashing off to assess the damage. You’ve never been so grateful for your students causing mischief.

The hour hand crawls to the number two; at one point, you swore the clock was moving backwards. The chaos of the morning was only a preview of the rest of the day’s fiascos, but you and Will had navigated as best as you could.

“Jesus,” he murmurs once the kids have all been dismissed, gingerly rubbing his temples, “that was brutal. I can handle the day after Halloween; I can handle Fridays, but when they coincide? Nope, never again.” He slumps into a chair dramatically, letting his arms drape over the sides.

“Gonna have a glass of wine when you get home?” you joke, wiping Play-Doh residue from a tabletop.

Will nods. “Or a whole bottle.” His focus shifts to your desk, and he nods his chin in that direction. “I see you have something to look forward to tonight, too.”

You follow his gaze, widening your eyes when you see the object he’s referring to. A bag of peanut M&Ms–much bigger than the one you’d inhaled this morning–sits on top of your desk calendar; resting next to it is a cassette. You walk over, curiosity getting the better of you. The cassette is Guns N’ Roses’ Appetite for Destruction; you recognize the iconic cover as soon as it comes into view. It’s not your usual music choice, but you’ll listen to almost anything.

There’s a piece of paper taped to the giant yellow M&M bag, folded in equal triads. Messily scrawled across the front in black ink is Ms. Sweetheart. You gently pull the adhesive loose and open the letter, nervously running your forefinger across the irregular edge where it was obviously torn from a composition notebook.

Fun size mistake=fun size bag of candy

Family size mistake=family size bag of candy

I’m really good at fucking things up, but really bad at fixing them. I wish I could say that I didn’t mean to hurt you, but we both know that I did.

You don’t have to forgive me, but I need you to know how sorry I am.

-Eddie

P.S. Not sure if hard rock is your thing, but I saw this at work and it reminded me of the kindness you showed our favorite little Axl Rose yesterday.

“Who’s it from?” Will asks, breaking into your thoughts. “A secret admirer?” He brings his clasped hands to his cheek in mock dreaminess.

You manage a laugh as you fold the note back up and tuck it under the calendar. “If it is, he’s really bad at it, because he signed his name.” When did he even sneak in here to do this? Kind of scary that someone could walk in and you didn’t even notice.

“Aha! So it is a guy!” Will pumps his fist triumphantly, though you’re not quite sure what he thinks he’s won.

“Just Eddie Munson, thanking us for letting Harris draw here yesterday.”

It’s not a total lie, but Will sees right through it. “Uh-huh. Thanking us? So that note is also for me? Can I read it?” He starts towards your desk, outstretched hand reaching towards where you’d tried to hide it, but you playfully swat them away.

You glance at the clock and frown. “If you leave a little early, I won’t tell anyone.”

Will flips you off; over the last two months, you two had developed a sibling-esque relationship that came out more once the kids had left for the day. He grabs his backpack from the supply closet and slings it over his shoulders. “You’re lucky I’m exhausted, or I’d stick around and keep bothering you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes, knowing full well that he’s itching to leave regardless. “Gotta save up your energy for when Marshall visits.”

Will blushes at the mention of his long-distance boyfriend’s name. He still wasn’t out to many people, but when you’d casually mentioned the date Jess had with a girl named Robin, he’d felt comfortable opening up to you. “I can’t wait!” His grin is so wide you swear it’ll stretch right off of his face. “Thanks again; you’re the best.”

That leaves you alone with your gigantic bag of candy, a Guns N’ Roses cassette, and an apology that you have no idea what to do with.

Once again, Eddie Munson has given you more questions than answers.

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rendezvouz-fling · 1 year

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Astro Observations #13

• Gemini/Aquarius/Libra placements might be into 70s/80s music and might be very drawn to the “Minneapolis Sound”. E.g. Prince, Sheila E, Ready for the world, Vanity/Apollonia 6, André Cymone, The Time, Dez Dickerson, etc…

• Water suns with Air placements tend to have sweet and sometime sultry singing voices that sound similar to Bunny DeBarge, Syreeta, Patrice Rushen, etc… They literally give me ‘I love every little thing about you’ by Syreeta vibes!!✨💗

• Most big famous singing families tend to have Water placements in their big 3/6!!

• People with Earth placements in their Singer persona chart tend to develop their singing styles a little more slowly than others but it also gives them more time to experiment with their voice and therefore be really great singers!!💜

• Taurus placements love cooking for their loved ones and they turn out to be really great cooks where as some Virgo placements especially Suns aren’t that great at cooking.

• Air moons with Air risings need to stop ghosting their friends because they’ll literally become addicted.🤧

• Air moons can be very much “Hollier than thou” type people without literally saying it. They just give off those vibes especially when they’re around Fire moons.✋🏽🌚

• Leo suns with Gemini moons and Leo mercuries are such big gossips!!! They’re also very bold, loud, sometimes caring and very funny people!!

• Air/Earth mixes in the big 3 are so ethereal??💗

• Let a Sagittarius moon/stellium go on about their days and don’t cling onto them and they’ll love you forever!!

• Libra Jupiters tend to have a lot of Leo Jupiter besties!💕

• Virgo moons and dropping their subject then asking the person about it again at least 100 times.💀

• Virgo moons with Water placements will literally wanna apologize all the time if they feel like they’ve upset you and that sinks my heart.🥺

• Taurus moons will literally have so much patience with their loved ones!🤎

• Taurus placements prefer gummies over chocolates.

• As impulsive as people may think Sagittarius moons are, they’ll actually let you talk and listen to what you have to say.

• A lot of rockstars tend to have Aquarius, Gemini and Sagittarius in their big 3/6! E.g. Vince Neil (Aqua sun, Gemini rising), Axl Rose (Aquarius sun/mercury/Jupiter/Mars/Saturn), Nikki Sixx (Sagittarius sun/mercury/venus), Tom Keifer (Aquarius sun, Gemini moon) etc…

• Aries/Sagittarius sun kids are those brave kids sit around telling scary stories to scare other kids lmao, they’re also the types to spread a fake rumor about having seen a ghost. Usually the ones you’d find playing Bloody Mary and Charlie Charlie in school.😭

• Virgo sun Virgo moon kids are the momma’s babies!!

• Girls with Air/Fire placements are usually daddy’s girls.

• Some Capricorn sun Pisces moon men tend to look like their mother’s twins!

• Fire suns tend to be goofballs when it’s karaoke night.😂

• Fire mars mothers lose their tempers as a hobby atp. 😭✋🏽

• Pisces suns with Pisces mercuries are such softies!🥺

• Gemini placements 🤝 bouncing their legs, standing up then walking for a few seconds and sitting back down, scratching themselves, pulling their hairs or biting their nails when nervous to the point of habitually doing it.🥲

• Capricorn suns with a Virgo stellium are so sexy?! 🥵 Donna Summer had this placement!😮‍💨

• Gemini risings and Leo risings are the type to bring food with them to a cafe and boldly eat it because ‘they paid for it’.😂

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he-goes-down · 5 months

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Hiii I don’t know if you take requests if you don’t I’m so very sorry but could you maybe make one where axl caughts reader his gf masturbating when he comes home from tour and then smut ??❤️

OFC! AND I DO TAKE REQUESTS DONT FRET 🫶

YOURE THE SWEETEST DONT BE SORRY

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Speedin’ Back To My Baby

Pairing: Axl Rose x Reader

Warnings: smut, masterbating unprotected p in v, dirty talk

Second Person POV:

Axl had been gone out this tour for longer than you could stand. You missed him deeply. Needing and wanting him every night before you go to be as your mind starts to drift off. The only other option to fix your needs was doing it yourself.

It was late night, your boyfriend had made it a point to come back a day earlier to surprise you. Flowers in hand, creeping into the house. Getting closer to your shared room. But as he got closer he heard you. Heard you moaning. Rage began to fill his veins. Were you cheating on him? If you were he was going to make this new guy have hell to pay. He lurked and peaked into your room, but only to find alone, with your fingers. He watched as you pleased yourself, mumbling and whining his name as your hips bucked up into your hand. “Shit…” he groaned silently, watching the pornographic scene in-front of him. Your heard the small grunt he made and looked in the direction only to find Axl’s piercing eyes staring at you. You screamed in surprise and your first instinct was to cover yourself up. “Ax- you’re back…?” You breathed out. “See you were having fun without me.” He smirked as he set the flowers down on the end table and came to sit next to your semi naked self. “I was just-…” “Mmm, save the excuses for later, I heard everything and I’m back for you.” He spoke lowly as he kissed your neck trailing up to your cheek and smirking against the skin as he spoke.

As much as he would have loved to see you please yourself as your thought of him, he needed you, he’s been needing you for the past few weeks, and you have been needing him.

Axl’s hand went up your bare thigh, getting closer and closer to your heat until he was spreading your folds and interesting his two fingers in you. “So wet… just for me. Fuck” he cursed before his mouth attached to yours and you began to kiss like it was your last one. You whined his name against him as he finger fucked your pussy. Needing to spread you out as you haven’t been filled in weeks. “Oh- Fuck-…” you moaned against his luscious lips, feeling your climax as you were nearly there before Axl came in. “Axl… fuck- I’m gonna…” as you were about to cum, Axl took out his fingers, removing any friction you needed to finish. “You can cum all over my dick as many times as you want honey, no use for fingers.” He told you as he crawled over you and kissed your cheek while you breathed hard at him denying your orgasm.

Axl took off his clothes and additionally taking off your pj shirt. “I missed this.” He said as his eyes wondered every nook and cranny of your body, like it’s his first time ever seeing you. “Axl just fuck me.” You whined, your body burned and your stomach felt empty, your body aching and pleading to cum. “Say no more baby.” He said cocking his head. Taking your lags and pushing them back slightly, positioning himself to your soaking wet entrance. He bent dien to kiss you before he pushed past your folds with a snap of your hips together and a slap echoing from it. You jolted as a shock sent through your body as he directly hit your good spot. You moaned and screamed loudly as he began to pound his dick into you. Your legs pushed further back even more, wanting to get a perfect angle. “Bet no fucking fingers made you scream this loud.” He grunted into your ear. “My little fucking slut.” You moaned again at his comment. “Hm? Thinking if me when you cum? Mmm so fucking dirty.” He thrusted more roughly with each pound to your pussy as he spoke his words. You gripped with one hand around the back if his beck and the other clutching the sheets. Shaking as you came all over his dick. And along with it, your tight clench milked Axl’s orgasm out harder. “Fuck baby!-“ he yelled as he came all inside you, walls coated in white and leaking out onto the sheets.

“Such a needy little slut.”

A/n: its 3am and my eyes keep closing i cant focus but here’s your content goodnight

Sorry if it’s kaka. 🙁🫶

SOOEDIDNG BACK TI MY BABY AND I DINT MEAN MAYBEER

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atthewhisky · 1 month

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𝘱 𝘳 𝘦 𝘵 𝘵 𝘺 ' 𝘪 𝘯 ' 𝘱 𝘪 𝘯 𝘬

.·:*¨¨*:·. 𖣁 .·:*¨¨*:·.

current!axl rose x reader ౨ৎ

use of daddy kink, mildly sexual content ౨ৎ

ꪆৎ " i never have to work cause my daddy is rich ! "

"Axl," you murmur, looking at the man you'd just addressed from across the room, sitting in his chair, reading a book...lap looking so empty.

"What?" he asks, glancing at you briefly from across the top of his book before settling his eyes back on the pages.

"I'm bored." For extra emphasis, you pout at him, eyes wide and wanting as you stare at him and hope he puts that stupid book down that has been taking all of your attention for a good hour now.

Axl looks at you, fixating his gaze on your pout. You look pretty, he won't deny. Pretty in pink, ribbons in your hair and sparkly lip gloss coating your lips. You were wearing the dress he'd brought you the other day too - the one you'd practically begged him to get you when you were out shopping - alongside those frilly socks you seemed to have a thousand pairs of.

However, with the bratty attitude you'd been giving him, begging for his attention every other second, he wouldn't succumb to the puppy dog eyes you were giving him.

"What do you want me to do about that?" he asked plainly.

"I dunno," you mumbled, slumping in your seat and crossing your arms. Truthfully, it was funny to get you riled up like this. "Do something with me, maybe."

"I'm reading."

"And I'm bored."

"Brat."

That shut you up. The glare you gave him was cute.

You were cute.

For the next five minutes, you were huffing and puffing, acting like a petulant child as you fidgeted in your seat and kept flicking your eyes to him - begging for his attention.

Axl wondered how long it would take before you gave up trying to make him come to you and went crawling to him instead. He also wondered how long it would take before that fateful name fell from your lips - the name that Axl had only desired in his deepest perversions. A perversion he had kept to himself until you came along with your socks and bows and pretty pout.

You both liked it, though; he didn't see the issue.

A few more minutes of sighs and scoffs until eventually, you fell right into his trap.

Rising from your seat, Axl tried to ignore the urge to look up from the book - a book that he wasn't even reading anymore. It got worse as you started advancing towards him, closer and closer until you were standing right between his open legs; arms crossed in defiance and defeat.

He let you stand there for a moment, looking down at him angrily until even he couldn't bear to tease his poor angel any longer.

"Yes, baby?"

"Why are you ignoring me?"

He sighed softly, snapping the book closed and placing it down on the table next to him. Spreading his legs further, he snaked his hands around your waist, gazing up at you with admiration before tugging you close and making you lose balance.

"I was trying to have some time alone and you just couldn't wait patiently for me to be done. If you hadn't spent all that time pouting-"

"I wasn't pouting!"

"Yes, you were."

You glance away from him sheepishly, not managing to look him in the eye because you know he's right. You were pouting - pouting and huffing and trying your very hardest not to snap because you had needs. Sometimes, all a girl needed was her daddy.

"I'm sorry," you murmur, shuffling closer and focusing on the feel of his hands gripping your waist. "Just wanted your attention."

"Well, you gotta be patient next time," he said, pulling you onto his lap and finally granting you a sweet kiss to the forehead.

"I know." You cuddled up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. "I'm sorry, daddy."

He knew - had been certain of it, in fact - that it would not take long for that title to fall from your lips. Truthfully, you called him by his play name more than you called him by his real name. 'Axl,' rarely ever fell from your lips, his real moniker only spoken by you when you were particularly angry. He knew he was going to receive the berating of his life if you said his name.

But, most of the time, he assumed his role as "daddy," letting you do nothing all day except dance around and buy clothes with his credit card.

He softly stroked your hair, playing with the ribbons, decorating it and placing kiss after kiss onto your head.

"Now, because you apologised so nicely, I'll let you pick what you wanna do with daddy, yeah?"

You removed your head from the crook of his neck, eyes lighting up in happiness and excitement.

"Really?"

He nodded, gazing at you with so much admiration it made you feel sick.

"Whatever you want."

You giggled, smiling widely as you pressed your lips to his - thanking him with your kisses.

He reciprocated them happily, his hands on your hips as he pulled you tight against him.

"See what happens when you behave," he pinched your waist playfully. "You get what you want."

"Yeah, whatever." You rolled your eyes, wriggling in his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the ends of his hair.

He leaned down to nip at your neck, pressing a kiss to your collarbone - his lips trailing upwards to your jaw.

"Such an attitude," he murmured into your skin, basking in the soft sigh you released as he continued to place kisses on your neck. "Sometimes, I do wonder how I ended up with such a brat." He punctuated the word with a smack to your ass, hand quickly brushing under your skirts to smooth over the affected area.

You yelp in surprise, pushing his chest as he laughs at your predicament.

"You're so mean," you complain, crossing your arms as he pulls your crotch flush against his - both hands on your ass and supporting you as you straddle him fully. You fit so perfectly. Always had, always will.

"And you're a brat." He presses an apology kiss to your lips, his hands warm on your bare skin as his fingers trace under the lace hem of your panties.

"Stop being so mean!" You nuzzle into him more, contradicting your complaints - seeking comfort from him even when he was teasing. "I thought we were doing what I wanted now."

"You never told me what you wanted to do," he says matter-of-factly, a lilt to his voice that tells you he enjoys this song and dance - you: always succumbing to his teasing bait.

"Because I don't know what I want to do," you sigh, falling into his arms and placing your head on his chest. "Think of something for me."

"It's okay, angel, you can just say you wanted daddy's attention." He feels you smirking as he speaks, confirming what he already knew.

"I know..." you giggle, biting your lip as you sit up again and play with the hem of his shirt. "But you always make fun of me when I tell you."

"It's what I'm here for." Axl's eyes trail up and down your form, hands sliding further under your skin to stroke your hips, - pushing down your panties with the movement. "C'mon, angel-baby, don't pretend you don't love it."

You give him a knowing look, signature pout plastered on your face as you stare him down - refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he is completely, entirely right.

"Just...be quiet." You place a finger on his lips in surrender, and when he goes to open his mouth, you place your entire hand fully over his face - silencing him completely.

Raising his eyebrows at you, he pushes your panties down further - testing for any sign of defeat.

You press your hand harder against him.

After a minute of the back and forth, the challenge that had been silently announced between the two of you, you're the first to back down. With his hand slipping between your thighs, a muffled scoff as he feels how wet you are and a chuckle as your hand slips away from him - eyes fluttering shut.

"That's it...let daddy take control." Is the last thing he mutters before he has you exactly where he wants you.

Completely at his mercy.

definitely leaning into my more...depraved fantasies here. i could've gone harder (much harder, believe me) but i didn't wanna scare anyone off. i know this won't be for everyone but it might be the thing that makes someone else tick so please don't be too mean.

lot's of love and thanks for reading !!

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izzystradlindoesitforme · 3 months

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Ixzl Appreciation Day

Part VII

"They were fucking hardcore on stage. Izzy was doing knee slides and Axl was bashing down. It was cool, like, 'F**k…'"

Izzy & Axl

Ixzl Appreciation Day

Part VII

You've been breaking down my back and I've been racking out my brain.

It don't matter how we make it cause it always ends the same.

You can push it for more mileage, but your flaps are wearing thin.

And I can sleep on it 'til morning, but this nightmare never ends.

Don't forget to call my lawyers with ridiculous demands.

And you can take the pity so far but it's more than I can stand.

'Cause this couch-trip's getting older, tell me - how long has it been?

Cause five years is forever, and you haven't grown up yet!

Above quote: Slash, describing the first time he saw Izzy Stradlin and Axl Rose performing onstage together. - Kerrang! interview

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axl-rose-lover-1987 · 8 months

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“Don’t Be Nervous”

Axl Rose 90s x Reader

(Use these pics for reference)

You got in your car and begin driving to the studio where the photoshoot was being held. You had no prior modeling experience you did this on a dare. You were a huge GNR fan and when you saw an ad for a girl needed to do a photoshoot with Axl Rose you got excited and you’re friend dared you to do it so what you had never modeled before it couldn’t hurt to send in a head shot or two. You had no way expected to actually get a call back but last Monday sure enough an executive with the magazine company had called you and said you, YOU had been selected to do the photo shoot with the AXL ROSE you couldn’t believe it. You were so shocked. They thought you and Axls looks would pair well together and that was probably the biggest compliment of your life. Now here you were shaking with excitement as you drove to the studio.

You were greeted by a make up artist and hair stylist they told you Axl was very excited to meet you. You blushed you had sorta a crush on him I mean to be honest every girl did. They told you you would be wearing a tight short black dress and as soon as you put it on you had never looked so good. The dress hugged your body perfectly your make up and had never looked that good and your hair was loosely curled and seemed to fall perfectly. You had never looked at yourself and felt this beautiful. The photographer and designer explained to you that Axl had been wanting to do a shoot with a girl for The Rolling Stones magazine and since he didn’t have a girlfriend right now they needed to pick one and Axl and him both thought you were the perfect choice. He said he wanted lots of shots of you and Axl up close touching, flirting, and to be sexy. This made you extremely nervous what if you looked terrible and messed up the shoot. You were so nervous waiting for Axl to come.

Finally there he came he walked out to the set he was perfect in every way he his hair was perfect his beautiful eyes lit up when he saw you he was wearing jeans and a leather vest without a shirt which exposed his perfectly chiseled abs. He looked like a fucking Greek god. “You must be y/n?” He asked extending his hand out for you to shake. Goddamn his voice was deep you thought. “Hi- y-yeah I’m y/n” you said trying to hide how nervous you were. “I’m sure you know who i am right?” Axl asked jokingly. “Yeah your Vince Neil right?” You said trying to be funny. Axl laughed and rolled his eyes “Alright alright good one” he said. Your face was bright red it made you feel good you made him laugh. “Alright now that you guys talked a little bit we’re gonna pose you” the director said. An assistant came over and told you to stand facing Axl they then directed you to hold on to Axls waist and they told Axl to grab yours. You two were now extremely close and one of Axls hand had left your waist and found your ass. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You were just praying Axl couldn’t sense how nervous you were. You looked down at your feet seeing how they hadn’t started taking pictures yet. “Is my hand ok?” Axl asked you. You looked up at him damn his eyes were beautiful “Y-yes” you said trying to hide your anxiousness. “Don‘t be worried sweetheart you look gorgeous” Axl whispered in your ear. You turned toward the camera grinning. The photographer began snapping photos. “Do you think you guys could kiss a little for us?” The director asked. “Sure” you both said. Axl lips found your neck a look of pleasure spread across your face you were completely oblivious to the fact the photographer was snapping photos. Axls lips eventually trailed up and found your lips. You kissed him back passionately shoving your tongue into his mouth before he could put his in yours. Axl pulled away looking at you in awe “And I thought you were nervous sugar” Axl said smirking at you. Axl then crashed his lips on to yours and your tongues fought in each other’s mouths one of Axls hands remained on your ass while the other was tangled in your hair. “Ok cut cut” the director shouted. You and Axl who had been lost in your kissing pulled apart and looked at him “that was great guys like very um well passionate for people who just met” he said. You and Axl laughed. “But now I want “y/n put one of your legs on Axls waist and Axl you support her and then look at the camera for us” he said. Axl helped you wrap your leg on his waist and he grabbed your butt for support you laid one hand on his bare chest and the other on the back of his head. “Alright guys give me sexy” the photographer said. Your and Axls faces lit up with each flash of the camera. Axl kept looking at you with hungry eyes which made you want him very badly you two were definitely nailing this photoshoot.

The director had now had Axl remove his vest and he was now completely shirtless. “Ok Axl push y/n against the wall for us.” The director said. Axl grabbed your hands and lifted them above your head and pushed them against the wall your back hit the cool dry wall “Did I hurt you sweet heart?” Axl asked. “No” you said. You and Axl stood looking into each other’s eyes. Axl and you began making out for a few mins when he then abruptly broke away. He dropped your hands and pulled out a cigarette. “Axl what the hell?” You asked the photographer didn’t tell him to stop. Axl lit the cigarette and held it loosely up to his lips. He inhaled the smoke but then you removed the cigarette from his mouth placing it in your own. Axl looked at you shocked. “Fuck you” Axl said not really angry but just surprised by your actions. You winked and walked away. “Alright guys those pictures will definitely look amazing that little cigarette stunt was great guys” the director said. You continued to smoke the cigarette as you walked off set Axl rushed up to you. “I’m gonna need to take you at to drinks after this” Axl whispered to you and then took the cigarette from your mouth and then walking away from you.

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vinyldreamsfuckup · 1 month

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Rocket Queen Pt. 1

Warnings: drinking, smoking (cigarettes and weed), smut, slash x fem!, fingering (female receiving), flirting, fluff, praise

Working at the Whiskey A Go Go wasn't your dream job, but it satisfied your need for rock music and getting drunk. You got to watch the bands while you worked, serve drinks, and get hit on, I mean there wasn't really a negative. So if it meant you had to dress a little provocatively so that you could pay rent while still having a good time then so be it.

Tonight, Metallica was playing. Metallica tended to be a pretty great show, with lots of customers, and lots of tips. Tonight you chose to wear a black lace corset that showed off your cleavage well and your leather pants. When you got to work you put a cigarette between your lips and got started on taking orders and making drinks. Guns N’ Roses walked in to watch the show, but when Slash turned to the bar to order a drink and saw you he paused. Your black corset, long ponytail, red lipstick, and cigarette pulled him right in. Axl and Duff turned to see Slash staring at you and they laughed.

"No chance, man," Axl said with a laugh.

"Yeah I'm sorry man, there's no way," Duff laughed out behind him.

"Shut up," Slash hit Axl gently on the shoulder. He grabbed a cigarette and lit it. He took a long inhale. You turned to take their order and smiled.

"What can I get you?" you said with a smile. You pulled the cigarette from your mouth.

Slash smiled and leaned forward against the bar, "Can I get a glass of Jack Daniels? straight."

You nodded and looked at Axl and Duff who were still standing behind Slash.

"Beer for me," Axl smiled.

"Make it two," Duff said also with a smile. You just laughed and walked over to the draft. You poured two glasses of beer and a glass of whiskey. You placed the cigarette back between your lips and picked up the three glasses and brought it over to them. You handed Duff and Axl their beers and then handed Slash his whiskey.

“Thank you” Axl chuckled and walked off. Duff followed behind him. Slash sat at the bar and smiled at you.

“Thank you,” Slash said with a smile.

“Yeah let me know if you need anything else,” You smiled and grabbed another cigarette and walked over to talk to another customer.

“Hey, there is something you could help me with,” Slash said as you pulled away and started to make a drink. You smiled and started to shake a cocktail together.

“Yes?” You responded. Slash leaned forward slightly his tank top underneath his leather jacket showing his nipple.

“You see, looks like my band had left me,” Slash started and you chuckled, “could you keep me company?”

“They’re right there,” you pointed behind him to a table where the rest of Guns was sitting and drinking.

“Shhh…no they’re not,” Slash laughed out. You laughed and set the cocktail in front of the customer. You leaned on the bar which caused Slash to stare directly at your tits.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “oh you’re just like the rest of them.”

“Am not,” Slash smiled, he took a sip of his drink.

I laughed, “You so are.”

“Here let me prove it to you,” slash said with a smile and stood up. He took off his leather jacket and handed it to you.

“What’s this for?” You grabbed it gently. The buttons and patches on the jacket weighed it down slightly.

“Cover yourself up, you’ll see I’m different,” Slash smiled. You giggled and put it on. His eyes trialed down your body, “okay maybe I’m not different.”

You let out a loud laugh, “Well maybe I’ll keep the jacket anyway.”

Slash smiled, “You should.”

You laughed and poured him another whiskey, “maybe you are different.”

Hours passed and the two of you flirted the whole night. The show started and still, you two sat there talking about what it was like to work at the Whiskey and what it was like to be a guitar player for Guns N’ Roses. They talked about their mutual love of music and horror movies. The night quickly came to an end and the bar was closing.

"Do I have to leave?" Slash smirked as he knocked back his last drink.

"Why don't you walk me home? Then you can try to convince me why I should let you upstairs," You smiled and grabbed your keys. The two of you walked out of the building and You made sure to lock it all up behind you.

"Where to begin?" Slash said with a small laugh, "Well I feel like we've really hit it off tonight."

"You do?" You said slightly teasing him. He laughed and gently pushed you.

"Oh you're definitely falling for me,” Slash teased. You just rolled your eyes and kept walking.

“Keep going. You only have 2 more blocks,” you smiled as you bantered with him.

“Well, you’re attractive. Very attractive and I enjoy talking to you. I play guitar so I’m good with my hands,” he wiggled his fingers playfully. You laughed.

“Some would say I’m quite attractive as well. Just wait till you see me without my shirt,” he kept going speaking more and more playfully, “I can confidently say if you bring me upstairs you won’t regret it.”

You smiled and leaned against the wall of your apartment building. You reached into Slash’s jacket pocket and found a joint. You brought it to your lips and lit it. Slash’s gaze stayed on your lips as you took a hit of the joint.

“Well, I’d like one more thing,” You said handing him the joint. He took it and took a hit.

“What’s that?” He asked with a smile.

“You have to play me something. With those guitar hands of yours,” you laughed slightly. He nodded.

“Deal,” Slash smiled and you grabbed his hand leading him to your apartment. When you pushed the door open the smell of lavender and vanilla oozed out of the apartment. You have dim purple lights covering your home. The walls were covered in band posters and a small record player sat in the side of your living room. Slash smiled as he walked in.

“Well, are we starting with guitar or are we starting with me fucking you?” Slash whispered in your ear as he gently removed his leather jacket from your shoulders. You let out a shaky breath. It made Slash smile.

His lips connected with your neck. You turned to face him and began to kiss him fiercely. He picked you up wrapping your legs around his waist and led you into the bedroom. He gently laid you on the bed and began to run his hands down your side. Your hands went to the hem of his shirt and pulled it off of his head. He smiled and connected his lips back to your neck. His hands gently wrapped around your back and he started to untie your corset. He took his time taking it off. He pulled it off and pulled his head back.

"You're fucking beautiful," Slash breathed out before quickly kissing down your chest and sucking on your breasts. Your hands went to his pants and started to undo them. Slash laughed as his tongue ran across your nipple. He started to undo the ties on your leather pants and pulled them down.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Slash breathed out as he took in your naked body.

“Yes…” You said. You were breathless just from the way he was looking at you. He quickly nodded and dipped back down pressing your lips together. He quickly inserted a finger between your folds. You both groaned together as he started to move his finger getting you ready.

“Fuck…” Slash breathed out. Your hands gripped Slash’s shoulders as you moaned and arched against his chest. He inserted another finger and moved quicker.

“Jesus….” You breathed out. He started to gently kiss and suck on your neck and he moved. He pulled his hands away and pulled down his pants. You grabbed his hips and he pushed into you. Loud groans left both of your mouths.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” Slash groaned. He wrapped your legs around his waist as he stood at the end of the bed. He gripped your waist tightly as he pushed into you over and over. Long breathless moans left your mouth.

“Slash….oh my god….” You moaned loudly which caused him to groan.

“Is this okay?” Slash asked breathlessly. You nodded and grabbed his neck as he moved in and out of you hitting every spot. Your back arched and you clenched your walls around him. He groaned and started to move harder.

“Fuck…fuck yes…”Slash groaned as he moved he gently was moving your hips against him as he moved.

“Yes…keep going….Slash…” you groaned out. Your nails dug into his back. He growled as he felt your nails. He moved his hips slightly quicker ramming into you with precision. Waves of pleasure ripped through your body. He groaned as he moved.

"Fuck...I'm close," You said breathlessly. Slash's head fell back and sweat began to coat his body. He rammed into you roughly as he growled out. Your breath increased and your body started to tremble.

"Shit...Slash..." You groaned as he rammed into you over and over. You let out a loud groan as you finished. Your nails dug into Slash's shoulders and ran down his back.

"Fuck...fuck..." Slash groaned as he watched you finish and felt your nails on his back. His body shook and he slammed into one last time before he groaned loudly as he came. You both sat there for a moment as you tried to catch your breath.

“That was…” Slash trailed off.

“Amazing,” you finished his sentence. He just nodded breathlessly.

You ran your hand down his sweaty chest and he pulled out of you. He laid down next to you and pulled you in close. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“No way I’m leaving after that,” Slash whispered into your ear. He wrapped his arm around your waist and held you against his chest.

“I don’t want you to go,” You whispered back.

Slash giggled and kissed your neck, “good.”

#slash fluff #slash smut #slash guns n roses #slash fanfiction #slash gnr #slash x reader #guns n roses fluff #guns n roses smut #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses #duff gnr #axl gnr #gnr smut #saul hudson

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gnrswife · 6 days

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Izzy stradlin X fem!reader

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warnings:none..?

You and the band are backstage hanging out after a show. You're with your boyfriend Izzy, talking about what y'all are gonna do when the tour's over.

You and Izzy met two years ago before Guns N' Roses got famous. You were hanging out with your friends at a bar when you had to use the bathroom. As you were turning the corner, Izzy bumped into you. Izzy never believed in love at first sight, but when he saw you, he swore he felt his heart beat faster. He immediately wanted to know you, so he introduced himself and asked for your number. You gave it to him, and the next morning, he called to meet up. After a few weeks of hanging out, he asked you out and later introduced you to the band. Everyone in the band loved you as you were a breath of fresh air, different from the groupies that always tried to pave their way into their lives. Except for Axl, that is. Axl loves you in a friend way, of course, but sometimes he feels like you're always taking Izzy's time away from the band.

Back to now. As you and Izzy are talking, you get thirsty. "Izzy, I'm gonna go get a drink. I'll be back," you say softly, so softly that he wouldn't have caught it if y'all weren't close. Izzy nods his head and in a soft tone replies, "Alright, baby, don't take long, okay? Longer than two minutes, and I'm finding you." You laugh, "Okay, Iz."

You head to the beverage table and grab a Coke and a water bottle. As you walk back to Izzy, you notice that Axl is talking to him, so you sit silently next to Izzy, drinking your Coke and smiling at Axl, waiting for him to finish. Axl nods his head to you. "Izzy... can we go back to the hotel in 20 minutes?" you say softly, but Axl hears it and scoffs, "Really? Y'all barely hang out with us, and you want to leave already? You're a pushover, Y/N," Axl says, chuckling at the end.

Izzy looks at him, "What the fuck did you just say?" he asks in an angry low tone, getting protective over you. Axl smirks, "I said your girlfriend's a pushover, that's what I said." You look at Axl, hurt. You didn't think you were a pushover. Then you think about all the times when Izzy would stay home when he was supposed to meet up with the band but stayed home because you asked. "Am I a pushover?" you think.

Izzy stands up, and so does Axl. Izzy gets in Axl's face. "Don't," Izzy says as he pushes Axl back. As Axl stumbles back a little, Izzy pushes him again. "Ever call her a pushover. She isn't, and you know that shit." The rest of the guys look over, confused, and stand up in case a fight breaks out. Slash comes up to you and grabs your arm. "Hey, come over here," Slash says, taking your hand and standing in front of you a bit, not wanting anything to happen to you.

Axl chuckles a little, "Come on, Iz... you know I'm joking. I wouldn't disrespect her for real." Izzy shakes his head. "Fuck you, you shouldn't even be joking about shit to begin with," he says as he storms off and slams the door.

Everyone goes silent. Axl looks at you, "Y/N, you know I was messing around, right? I didn't mean that, and if it made you upset, I'm sorry. I didn't know he was gonna blow up like that," he says in a sincere tone.

You look at him and shake your head. "No, it's alright... it was just a joke," you say, giving him a light smile, not really knowing what else to say. You look at the guys and say, "Bye." Slash is still holding your hand and squeezes it softly as he says goodbye. You hurry out of the room to look for Izzy. You see him in the corner smoking a cigarette.

He sees you and walks up to you, kissing you softly on the lips. "Hey, baby. I'm sorry for leaving you in there. I just had to leave before I did something I'd regret in front of you. You okay? He didn't say anything after I left, did he?" he says lowly. You can tell he's still angry but trying to suppress it.

You gently grab his face. "No, baby, he didn't say anything to me, only that he was sorry." Izzy listens to you, nods his head slowly, and looks you in the eye. "You know I would never let anything happen to you, okay?" he says as he presses his forehead against yours and kisses you passionately. You smile, "Yeah, I know, baby," as you lean into him. He wraps his arms around you and rocks you back and forth. "Let's go home now," Izzy says and kisses your cheek.

an: this is the first story ive written that wasnt smut...character improvement i guess. anywho please rate this because idk how to feel about it😭 OH!! and im posting a smut later abt izzy bcs he won on the poll thing DUSCES

#80s #rock music #gnr fanfiction #gnrforever #guns n roses #izzy stradlin x reader #axl gnr #duffgnr #izzy gnr #slashgnr #izzy stradlin x you #grnswife #fluff

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gremlintheslut · 8 months

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Kinktober

Day 4 hate sex & power switch

Summary: your in a band that's on tour with guns n roses. Axl is a cunt and you have to share a hotel room with Axl due to everyone having to double up because of a lack of rooms

Warnings: hate sex, power switch, super mild violence (some get pushed to the floor), no condom but mention of birth control. P in v.

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The two of you had barley put your bags down before the screaming match started. You were to tired to fight properly so you were hurly what ever insults you could think of at each other even if they weren't true. "Your an ugly fucking ranga!" You scream at him ignoring the ringing phone which is no doubt a noise complaint. He gets pretty much chest to chest with screaming back his own insult.

You don't even listen to what he has to say. Your standing so close to each other but you don't back away. You stand staring at him while he screams until he stops. He stares back at you. The two of you stand inches away from each other's faces for a few seconds. You look past him at the phone and step away to go and answer it. Axl grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to your original spot. This time instead of standing like idiots he leans down and closes the gap.

He pulls away quickly to see if you want this. His question is answered fast as seconds after he pulls away you go up on you toes and kiss him again. This time he deepens the kiss. He has one arms wrapped around your waist and his other hand is holding the back of your neck. Axl slowly backs you up against the wall. Before you hit the wall he moves his hands to your hips. He pulls your skirt and underwear down before going to take off his own. While he unbuckles his belt you take your shirt off. You unclasp your bra as he steps out of his pants. You pull his shirt off before he pins you to the wall again though you don't stay there long.

Axl's back hits the carpet floor with a thud. His eyes go wide with shock and confusion. You slowly follow him to the floor. You kneel above him one leg on either side of him. Axl's eyes are no longer filled with shock or confusion but with lust. You grab the base of his cock with your thumb, your index finger and your middle finger. You line his pre-cum leaking tip up with your entrance and slowly lower yourself onto him.

Axl's hands grab your hips. Your quick to grab his wrists. You pin his arms above his head leaning forward as you do so. Still taking him in inch by inch your lips connect with his. You messily kiss him your spit mixing together as is drips down axl's cheeks and chin. You hit the base and the two of you moan into each other's mouths.

Your begin to move your hips fucking yourself onto him. Your lips move from his to his neck. You kiss his neck softly. "Don't leave any marks please" axl asks and you respond by sucking on the skin of his neck leaving a big red splotch with a few teeth marks.

He lets out a groan of annoyance. You continue to leave red marks on either side of his neck which will be blue and purple by the time he leaves the hotel next. The sound of skin slapping together continues to fill the room as you pick up the pace. Your hickeys and kisses move lower until your licking and sucking your way down his chest. You stop at his pierced nipple and being playing with said piecing with your teeth. He lets out a groan that he was clearly trying to hold back like he had with many other groans.

You find it difficult to fuck him with the way your back is arched so you move back up to his neck. Your muffled moans that have barley been audible again his skin and lips grow louder. Your clenching around him as your near your orgasm sending him closer to his. "Kiss me" he says and you do as he asks. Your lips connect even more messily then before. You both moan and groan into each others moths until you both reach your climax.

You loosen your grip on his wrist almost completely letting them go but you keep your arms and hands where they are. You collapse onto him. Both of you equally sweaty chest heave as you try to catch your breathes. Once you've got your breathing under control you go back up to kneeling on your shaky legs. You slowly lift yourself off of him. Once he's not longer in side your vagina you lay next to him on the floor. The two of you stare at the ceiling silently for a while.

"No one's gonna find out about this right?" Axl asks clearly getting anxious. "No, I'll help you cover the hickeys tomorrow" you says sitting up. You grab your pajamas out of your bag and head to the bathroom. "Can I join you in the shower?" Axl ask grinning. "Your fat ass with hog the water" you say opening the door and stepping through. "Bitch" he says. "Fire crotch" you yell from behind the closed bathroom door.

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Thanks for reading love ya💋-gremlin

#axl rose gnr smut #axl rose gnr #axl rose smut #axl rose #gnr #guns n roses #guns n roses smut #kinktober list #kinktober #kinktober day 4

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th0rns-n-r0ses · 5 months

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a sticky situation ~

axl rose ~ smut ~ female reader ~ 1335 words ~ ~~~~~

Each Saturday night, the band gathers together at someone’s house and watches a movie. Whoever the host is gets to pick the movie. It’s a fun little tradition you guys all do. And even though you’re not a part of the band, you’re friends with each of the guys, as well as Axl being your boyfriend.

The six of you were all on the L-shaped couch in Axl’s basement, where he usually centered hangouts and parties. All the guys are huddled together on that somewhat-small couch, sipping beer and occasionally grabbing for a snack as the slasher movie that Axl chose plays for them.

You and Axl are snuggled up pretty close together, your side pressed right against his. A thick and fuzzy blanket covers the both of you as you snuggle, keeping you warm. One of Axl’s arms snakes around your shoulders and rubs your tricep occasionally, as if supplying you a sense of comfort and care, which is really his big thing when it comes to relationships. Whilst Axl is rather aggressive onstage and to those he isn’t close with, he’s always cautious and caring when it comes to his significant other. Feeling this surge of love from him, you lean your head on his shoulder. It’s a sweet moment, really, but Axl seems to have other plans.

“Baby,” He whispers into your ear, “I want to feel inside you.” You press your lips together, his tone sending a surge of lust rushing through your veins. As if he’s in control, you begin to feel extremely hot as you desire feeling him. Upon seeing your face flush, he uses his free hand and traces it over your hips, finding the button to your jeans. Feeling around a little, he slowly undoes the button and glances around at the guys to see if they’re catching on yet, but everyone’s attention is glued to the screen. Of course, except you and Axl. You’re pretending to focus and keep your breathing steady while Axl slowly reaches your heat. Axl smirks and unzips the small fly on your jeans slowly, trying not to make any noise from the zipper and accidentally catch someone’s unwanted attention.

“Lift your legs up a bit.” He whispers, and you follow his command, standing up ever so slightly so he can take your jeans off a bit. Axl’s strong and cool hands slowly pull your jeans off and down to your lower thighs, giving him access.

“Good girl. You can sit down now.” He uses his arm that’s around your shoulder to push you down. You can feel his strong muscles flex along your neck and shoulders as he gently yet forcefully sits you back down. It’s the ultimate turn on and you can feel yourself becoming even more wet, and you let out a long breath to try and ease the tension that’s going on between you both for a short amount of time.

Axl’s fingers lightly trace the lacy panties you have on, teasing your skin ever so slightly. He bites his lip, trying to refrain from egging you on and talking dirty to you, but he eventually breaks and begins to whisper into your ear.

“You wanna feel my fingers inside your wet pussy, baby?” He whispers, his tone dripping with lust. It takes every fiber of your being not to let out a moan from that tone he’s got on his voice. Instead, you simply swallow and nod your head.

“Yes, Axl, I- I wanna feel you.” You whisper back, looking into his lust-filled eyes. He gives you a sly smirk, his fingers still teasing your panties and the skin beneath. It’s clear he wants you to beg for him, but from the circumstances, he wasn’t gonna make you. In fact, he sincerely looks down upon it, fearing the humiliation of being discovered. His index and middle finger slip under your panties a little, pulling them down and off of you, ever so slightly and very slowly. He sees the way you’re trembling and he moves the hand that was on your tricep to your mouth, making sure you don’t moan.

“Shhh..” He whispers very quietly into your ear, continuing to slowly slip your panties down your thighs. “Don’t make a sound, pretty girl.” You swallow and let out a breath, trying to keep your breathing cool. His fingers slide your panties off a little more, them now resting mid-thigh. Axl takes another glance at the guys. Slash fell asleep, and Izzy, Duff and Steven are all watching the movie still, but Steven seems a bit disinterested and dozing off.

Axl gives you a playful yet seductive smirk, then his fingers trail down your inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin. Your breathing falters a bit as you feel him touching so close to such an intimate part of your body. His fingers trail up, then to your clit, rubbing it to begin the pleasure. A moan almost falls from your lips, but you suck it up into a sharp inhale. His fingers rub in that perfection he never fails to give to you. It’s that incredible feeling you know will eventually lead to sweet satisfaction.

He whispers dirty things into your ear, such as “You’re such a slut” and “You like this, my little whore?”. You bite your lips to refrain from whimpering, fearing what the others would think, but fearing Axl’s potential disappointment or anger more. His fingers trail down and away, then right around the lips. His fingers touch and tease a little, making your hips move in ways that tell him you want him, and you want him now.

He gives your jaw a little nip, then his fingers slip inside your wet cunt. A very slight whimper escapes your throat, only loud enough for him to hear. He smirks and moves his fingers inside of you, enjoying the feeling of your wetness.

“You like this, baby? You like this, you pretty slut?” He whispers as his fingers continue to please you and your breathing and heart rate increases. You can feel your clit throb and the pleasure becoming more evident, the incoming orgasm becoming ever closer.

“Fuck, Axl..” You let out a breathy and quiet moan. “I’m gonna.. Mmmmhh..” “Not yet, baby. Just a little longer.” He nips your neck, his teeth scratching the skin. His fingers shovel deep inside your cunt, making you have to force moans to stay restrained in your throat. You wiggle a little, your hips moving around on his hand and fingers.

“You’re such a good girl, baby.” Axl gives you a hard bite on the neck, causing you to let out a silent moan while wriggling under the blanket you two were using to keep your activities obscure from the others.

“And for being such a good girl,” He whispers into your ear, then leaves a hickey on the side of your neck in such a place that will allow it to be obscured by your hair. “I think you deserve to cum now.” His fingers hit your g-spot, and he moves them against it with each movement, making your knees weak and your thighs shake a little. You take in a shaky breath, your orgasm creeping closer with every last touch of his fingers inside your pussy.

“I- Axl, mmmmmh, fucckkk…” Your breath hitches and you quickly shove your face into a pillow to let out a moan as you cum all over his fingers.

“What a good girl.” Axl gives you another hickey, this one behind the ear. He moves his hand away, holding his other hand beneath it so your slick doesn’t drip off onto the blanket, couch, or either of your clothes. He quickly moves his fingers into his mouth, licking his fingers off and tasting your sweet cum in his mouth.

“God, you’re sweet.” Axl smirks at you, then reaches back down to scoop up a little more and slip his fingers back into his mouth.

“Let’s bring this to the bedroom, babe.” ~~~~~

#axl rose #axl gnr #axl rose smut #guns n roses #guns n roses smut #80s music #80s rock #hard rock #glam rock #ir0nr0se #look at those shoes #i want axl shoes #thats so silly

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eddiiiieeee · 1 year

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A little death 1

summary: Rock n Roll was at its peak, and so was Guns n Roses. However, the most popular band had lost their drummer, and what’s a rock band without their drummer? So when a new girl steps in to fill the gap in their band, slash doesn’t take too kindly to her. She’s wild, untamed, free spirited, an addict, and yet, she was free. Everyone loved her. The world loved her. And yet, Slash couldn’t. He hated her. Plain and simple, because it was easier to hate her, than to love her.

warnings: this will contain mentions of sexual themes and adult themes. if any of those things trigger you, please hope off now :) ....

Axls eyes fluttered open, noticing the chair closest to y/n was empty, Slash’s chair was empty. the redheads gaze moved onto the bathroom door, slightly closed but not fully, light coming but from the bottom of the door. Axl got up and took a glance at y/n, still laying practically lifeless with no color in her face. not makeup, no wine colored lips, nor her pink highlighter. He rubbed his eyes as he walked off to the bathroom, slowly pushing the door open as he looked inside, his best friend was on the floor shaking while he clutched something close to his chest. Axl didn’t say much or anything for that matter and sat down next to him.

he rubbed his knees and he kept his gaze straight. Slash gulped putting his forehead against his knees. Axl took a deep breath, licking his lips before going to speak up.

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1 MONTH PRIOR

"fucking bitch." Slash muttered under his breath as he took a sip of his water, leaning against a wall as he watched y/n sat on a couch with a bunch of other people around her, all sharing lines. Izzy was next to her as he took a line after her. “hey handsome” A brunette said as she moved her hand along Slash’s shoulders and arms before moving in-front of him, slash took a glance at her before looking over at y/n again, soon enough the girl in-front of him pulled him into a kiss, which he couldn’t resist melting into it.

it took a while before the two pulled away, Slash’s gaze averting to where y/n was sat, to find a empty spot. “i-uh, i gotta go” Slash said patting the lady’s arm before rushing off looking for her, walking into a couple rooms to find some couples fucking, Duff and some groupies, some more people doing lines but no y/n before he heard a voice say “man, get off my dick” followed by a giggle, Slash turned around to check the voice out and found y/n on the floor while a guy was standing infront of her with a bag of what looked like to be powdered heroine.

y/n looked over at Slash and smiled “aye! Sau- oops, Slash!” she giggled, as Slash quickly bent down to help her up “okay, let’s get you back to the hotel” He said concern lacing his voice, this was a routine to Slash at this point, he came to parties to look after y/n. “hey man, come on! we were gonna go do something!” the guy said moving over to grab onto y/n’s arm “hey, fucking touch her again and i’ll fuck you up.” Slash said loudly, y/n’s eyes widened as she giggled once again.

Slash quickly moved y/n’s arm around his shoulder to help her walk out, he walked out the party, helping y/n sit down on the sidewalk before calling over a taxi. once one stopped, Slash, helped her back up and helped her get in the back, getting in next to her as he told the driver where they were headed. he rested back before licking his lips, looking over at her. “did he do anything to you?” Saul said as y/n shook her head “nope, but i sure missed out on some good shit” she chuckled laying her head on his shoulder

“think you can stay awake?” Slash asked, hearing her hum but knowing she was going to do the exact opposite, he rested his palm on her leg, moving his thumb in a circle. it didn’t take long for them to arrive, he paid the driver before nudging y/n awake “come on, need you to walk with me sweets, kay?” he mumbled to her, moving some hair out of her face, as he wrapped her arm around his shoulder just like before, walking them inside the lobby as he moved over to the elevator. “you’ve got a lot of hair, y’ know that?” she giggled as Saul chuckled “yea i know sweets. come on” He said walking them inside the elevator and pressing the floor of their rooms

“oh no!” y/n said scaring Saul as he looked over at her worried “what?” “we forgot Izzy! oh and Axl, and duff too!” y/n said looking at Saul, causing him to laugh “sweetheart, we didn’t forget them, they’ll be here soon. how much did you drink?” he smiled looking down at her as he smiled, noticing y/n’s mascara leaving little marks near the top of her cheeks “hold still” he said moving his thumb to wipe his the stains off, before the elevator ping let him know they’d reached, he helped y/n carefully to her room, her giggles filling the hallway “you’ve got your keycard right?” Saul said, realizing he should get copies of her card

“mhm, right here” y/n said pointing at the pocket that held her wallet, Saul dug his hand into her pocket, pulling out the red leather wallet and taking the card out, putting it against the scanner and pushing the door open as he helped her in and set her down on the bed. putting her wallet on the table under the tv. taking his leather jacket off revealing his rolling stones shirt that he had worn after the concert “take your jacket off for me sweets.” Saul knew y/n never remembered most the night after she got high and drunk, so the sweetness wasn’t remembered after all.

Saul drugged through her toiletries and found the makeup wipes she always had, taking a wipe out before wiping her face clean of any makeup, helping her into the bathroom as he then helped her do the skincare routine he had remembered knowing the band would never hear the end of how she forgot to do it. Once she was done, Saul rushed to get the clothes she slept in, which were a shirt and plaid pj pants. he handed them to her as he waited outside for her, She handed him her old clothes which he put in the laundry bag for house cleaning to take care of. He finally had her in the bed, tucked in and out like a light.

he looked at the clock and realized it was 3 in the morning, knowing she had time before their next flight “hey, im leaving this right for ya, okay?” Saul whispered to her moving some hair again out of her face as he put the trash can next to her along with her painkillers and water “night love” he whispered kissing her forehead before grabbing his jacket and leaving the room, closing the door behind him as he leant up against it, digging his face into his hands

“how long are you gonna keep taking care of her before you two realize you love each other?” Saul heard, looking up to see his red headed friend “ ‘m not in love with her” “you sure? because you could’ve left her to do whatever is what she was gonna do with that guy, and every other night, would’ve left her to come home with Duff and Izzy real late, to sleep in her makeup and heals and leather pants.” Axl said looking at his friend as he licked his lips

“Saul-“ “there’s nothing going on. got it rose?” Slash said, looking at him before walking over to his room which was three feet away from y/n’s unlocking the door “night” he mumbled before walking in and slamming the door shut

…

“you okay?” Axl asked as Slash looked at him shrugging “if she is i am.”

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meegadeeth · 6 months

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☆ 𝐆𝐍𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 (+𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒) 𝟐 ☆

people included/mentioned; izzy stradlin, steven adler, axl rose, duff mckagan, slash, led zeppelin (mentioned)

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☆ izzy is actually pretty talkative when he’s with his friends. i'm just sure he's camera shy when it comes to talking or sth like that.

☆ slash and izzy are the picky eaters. izzy will eye something he doesn't think looks good and will try it before deciding rather he likes it or not; slash lays one look on it and decides it's the worst food in the world and that he WILL NOT take a bite.

☆ steven will occasionally make him and izzy match stuff for fun. izzy isn't amused at all, but whatever makes stevie happy makes him happy. (bracelets, shirts, pajamas [around christmas/halloween], etc.)

ex: "steven...are you being serious?" izzy took the christmas pajamas into his hands, looking at them. "yeah...why?" steven looked at him, looking a little upset by izzy's hesitation. izzy huffed and took the pajamas into the bathroom, putting them on. "what...the fuck.." izzy looked at himself in the dirty mirror, almost laughing at himself. he walked out, meeting steven in the living room. ex: "steven...are you being serious?" izzy took the christmas pajamas into his hands, looking at them. "yeah...why?" steven looked at him, looking a little upset by izzy's hesitation. izzy huffed and took the pajamas into the bathroom, putting them on. "what...the fuck.." izzy looked at himself in the dirty mirror, almost laughing at himself. he walked out, meeting steven in the living room. "you happy now?" izzy sarcastically asked the blonde. "yes! izz, we look so good!" steven excitedly jumped up. "woah-" slash slightly widened his eyes as he walked out of his and axl's shared bedroom. "shut up, no more words." izzy pointed a finger at the curly haired guitarist. slash held back a laugh, grabbing something from the fridge. "into the christmas spirit or something?" axl asked, sitting on the counter with a chuckle. "i know i look stupid, okay? it's for stevie and that's it." izzy rolled his eyes. "no, you don't look stupid," steven got up, standing on his tippy toes and reaching behind izzy's head to grab the hood that was attached to the pajamas, pulling the hood up to rest on izzy's head, "you look cute." "i'm glad you think so." izzy laughed softly, not understanding how the blonde found him cute in the pajamas. "yeah, lookin' sexy, izz. i'm even about to pop a boner." duff commented, teasing the black haired man, as he walked out of his bedroom. "i swear i can't stand you guys." izzy huffed, shaking his head.

☆ everyone, except izzy, has definitely messed up the title of the song 'it's so easy' and said 'it's so izzy' on accident. axl has accidentally said izzy instead of easy while singing in rehearsal too.

the band just got done playing mr. brownstone during practice. "what now?" slash looked up, asking so he new which chords to start playing. axl shrugged. "what about it's so easy." duff suggested. "what?" izzy looked up when he heard his name. "i said let's start it's so easy." duff said. “you said izzy.” “i didn’t. i said easy.” "nope, you said easy." steven said, the sound of his sticks hitting the drums slowly drowned out. "how would you know with all that noise around you, stevie?" slash asked. steven shrugged but went back to playing his drums lightly.

☆ i have a headcannon about when izzy and steven met and how izzy scared the shit out of steven. so, before i tell you: steven didn't know izzy at all, or that he was in the band and only knew axl a little because slash described him as "one of the only redheads around."

☆get ready for a tiny/short ones shot☆

steven, izzy, and axl were at the rainbow because steven and axl were meeting each other so axl could get to know his drummer before actually playing. izzy went with axl, but went straight to the bar, not really wanting to talk to anyone yet. although, the whole time, izzy stared at steven because he looked familiar and was trying to figure out who he was. steven thought the focused look was a glare, and was very much intimidated by izzy; considering he was taller, kept a plain face, didn't really seem happy or enthused by anything around him—and that scared Steven, who had just got into this scene of L.A. "hey, i'm axl. the singer." axl introduced himself, smiling at the blonde. "oh, yeah, slash told me about you. i'm steven." steven smiled back. after a while of talking, izzy came up to axl. "you got a cigarette?" "yeah, just take the box. don't smoke them all, man." axl fished the pack from his pocket and handed it to the pale man. steven tried to avoid looking at him, but couldn't help himself. izzy locked eyes with the blonde, feeling steven's blue eyes on him. "what?" he asked the shorter man. when steven looked away, feeling a little stupid for staring for so long, axl smacked izzy in the arm. "quit scaring him, dickhead. nobody's gonna wanna be in the band if you keep doing that." 'oh, great, so he's in the band.' steven thought. izzy just walked off, not paying much attention to the gingers words to which axl rolled his eyes. "anyway, sorry about him. that's izzy, he plays guitar. he's really not that scary, he just looks it." that didn't help console steven at all, but he nodded anyway. after a while, steven went out to smoke, leaving axl inside to do whatever he pleased. just as he was about to leave, izzy followed, yawning, "i guess i'll go smoke too." steven knew that really nobody liked to smoke alone, unless they were upset, so he tried not to get too paranoid over it; yet, he still couldn't push the feeling away. when he opened the door, it was pretty dark outside except a little beam of light from a streetlight. from the little streetlight, he could tell it was an alley way and that there was a dumpster. steven walked out, holding the door open for izzy and stepping into the alley way. just as he was about to light his cigarette, it was knocked out of his hand as he was turned around quickly and roughly pushed into the dumpster, his back pressed tightly against it. he looked up to be met with izzy's face. holy shit. "do you have a fucking problem with me?" just as those words slipped out of his mouth, steven felt something sharp poke his side. he was gonna die. he was about to be brutally murdered and he knew it, his mouth going dry. "no, no, no, no, not at all!" steven quickly said, trying his best to be calm. "i think you do. i might have to cut you up and put you in the dumpster." izzy got in his face, the same plain expression, but now his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. steven trembled, his knees almost buckling. "i swear i don't have a problem! please?! i don't wanna die!" steven's breathing quickened as he felt his eyes start to burn from tears threatening to spill. suddenly, izzy started laughing. steven looked at him, a little confused. 'is he laughing at my vulnerability?' steven questioned, still looking at izzy with a horrified expression, letting a tear slip. izzy leaned back up, laughing, and steven felt the weapon that poked him ease up. he was genuinely scared and confused until izzy held up what was in his hand, showing in the street light, the cigarette pack that axl handed him earlier. steven sighed, he had really cried because someone pressed the corner of a cigarette pack to his side. izzy clutched his stomach, laughing. "it's not funny." steven rolled his eyes, looking at the ground. after a minute or two, izzy's laughter died out and he put an arm around the drummer, "you're easy to scare. i like fucking with you, blondie." steven still looked at the ground. he was completely embarrassed that he, a 20 year old man, just cried. izzy noticed that tension and felt a little bad.

“you're kickass too..you know? i think you're good for the band." now steven looked up, "really?" "yeah, man. come on, let me make it up to you." izzy started leading steven down the street. "how?" "you want icecream?" "sure." "then ice cream it is."

☆ they share clothes sometimes but don't actually agree on sharing, it just happens and they go with it.

slash was going through the clean clothes, trying to find his shirt, but he just couldn't. he asked izzy and he had no idea, same with axl and duff. slash huffed and just grabbed another t-shirt, slipping it over his head. "slash! hurry! we're leaving soon!" duff called down the hallway. slash met his four bandmates in the kitchen, taking a seat on the counter as everyone talked for a little. slash was going on about something to steven before stopping. "what?" steven asked, confused by his sudden halt in words. "that's my shirt. i was looking for it all morning." he noticed that steven was wearing his led zeppelin shirt. "oh, i can go take it off." steven started for the hallway but slash stopped him with his leg, lifting it from his spot on the counter. "no, it's alright. it's a shirt." slash shrugged. "you sure?" steven looked up at him. "yeah, it's fine." slash nodded. as they were leaving, duff knocked his shoulder into slash's, noticing he looked a little down, "you okay?" "no, i really wanted to wear that shirt." "he said he would change." "i know, but it's whatever." slash huffed. duff laughed.

☆ ☆ slash's mom and dad loved them all as their own and his mother would intentionally be more affectionate towards izzy to try and get him more used to those feelings rather it be hugging, pinching his cheek, kissing his cheek, etc. even though sometimes he looked annoyed, she would brush it off and try again next time. he would eventually get used to it, but it was only okay when she did it and no one else. (except hugs every now and again when he pushed back his "tough guy" thing and gave one of the other members a hug when it's needed).

☆ ☆ whenever a car gets too crowded, slash is always the one who has to sit on the floor. he doesn't even hesitate anymore because everyone usually agrees on him sitting there anyway.

☆ ☆ slash is always the one who says he's fully ready to go but as soon as everyone's about to leave, he rushes to the bathroom cause he has to shit.

☆ slash and duff stay up later and stuff their faces whenever they can. they make a lot of noise too.

"dude, be quiet!" duff whisper-yelled to slash, trying to hold back laughter. slash was trying to get a pan of leftovers out of the fridge, but kept banging it into other stuff and when he finally had it on the counter, set it down very loudly. "i'm tryin'." he whispered back. "like hell you are." the blonde rolled his eyes before uncovering the leftovers; it was green beans. "man, I was really craving those yesterday." duff said, grabbing two forks from the drawer; one for him and one for slash. "pregnant?" the curly haired man joked, taking the fork. "probably." duff shrugged and started eating the green beans with slash. after they ate they put their forks in the sink—except slash stood across the kitchen and threw the fork in the sink, getting a laugh from himself and duff. their laughter was cut off as they heard footsteps, their heads snapping towards the hallway. "do you two dumbasses know what time it is?" an annoyed izzy stood in the hallway, his hair a mess. slash tried to hold back his laughter as duff looked at the stove, "uh..4:27." "4:27 in the fucking morning. you guys woke up the monster and he made me come in here at four. twenty. seven. in the. morning." "we're sor-" "go. just go." slash and duff trudged into their shared room, trying their best not to make eye contact so they don't burst out laughing.

☆ sometimes steven can be so indecisive that it takes him hours to get ready to the point where axl picks out his clothes for him and tells him to change before they literally leave without him.

☆ slash has to stop whenever he see's an animal, causing the rest of the group to get annoyed and impatient—except steven.

☆ slash will literally piss axl off on purpose, knowing how easy it is to set him off and then be genuinly confused what the problem is. bro will be like "what did i do?" while axl's screaming at him.

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he-goes-down · 5 months

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There Was A Time:

Previous chapters/ warnings

9. Patience:

A/n: THIS IS SO SHIT SORRY, I HAD TO DO THIS FOR PLOT AND TO GET TO THE MORE IMPORTANT CHAPTERS

Second Person POV:

You woke up with a pounding headache. You didn’t remember drinking that much last night, in fact you don’t remember a lot from last night. You rubbed your eyes trying to clear your vision and see where you are. You felt a breeze on your skin and looked down at yourself. ‘Oh shit.’ You were butt naked in a random bed. You looked to the left of you, Sebastian was sleeping next you, his hair scattered all over the pillow and his face. You were relived but wanted to scream. You just had sex with your ex. You sighed and rolled over to the other side, you first wanted to focus on getting more sleep to calm down this migraine. As you rolled to your right you were met with another face. David. He sleepily put his arm around you and pulled you closer. You were shocked beyond belief. And not to your surprise He was naked as well as the blonde on the other side of you. You vowed to never have a threesome again after your last one a few years ago but seems like you’ve been breaking a few of your vows this past year. You could tick this off your New Year’s bucket list. You tried to shimmy out of David’s embrace, as you got back to middle of the bed you sat up, and a wave of nausea came over you. You quickly rushed out of the covers and ran to the ensuite of the bedroom to throw up the little food you had last night into the toilet bowl. Sometimes you really couldn’t hold your liquor. After what seemed like hours in the bathroom you stole one of whoever’s shirt was on the ground, put it on, and climbed back into the bed to rest more.

You were soon kicked out as the owner wanted everyone out. You and the rest of the band went home but Sebastian and David walked you home and talked and giggled bout last night. You appreciated it but were too sore and sick to really be enthusiastic.

A few days had past, and your nausea hadn’t died down. You were starting to get worried. You knew Seb is the kind of guy that ‘doesn’t dig rubbers’, and to add even more fuel to the fire, you don’t even remember what David was doing there, there were endless possibilities to who the father was if that was the cased, well not endless, two maybe two point five. You had taken two pregnancy tests although, one came out positive and the other came out negative. ‘Shit’ you’d have to go to the doctors. You were too frightened to go alone, what if you were pregnant and you passed out at the news? Seb and David were out of town too and you were too scared to ask any of the guys to take you. You sat on the edge of Duff’s bed, face buried in your hands and your elbows pressed on your knees. You heard a small knock at the door, fully expecting it to be Duff. You looked up for your hands to see Axl standing by the door looking at you with guilty and concerned eyes. “Fuck off, I’m not in the mood.” You told him and went back to dreading into your palms. “I just-…” He began in an irritated tone but inhaled and sighed. “I just wanted to say sorry.” He spoke sincerely. You responded in a breathy chuckle. He couldn’t possibly serious. It was quiet. You looked up again to see him still standing there, his face showing some kind of disappointment. Shit he was serious. You started to feel bad, his shining eyes showed so much regret and sincerity. “Shit sorry…” you apologised for laughing. He had come over and sat next to you, he raised his hand to put it on your back, but he hesitated and retracted it, placing it on his own thigh. Before, you guys were so close, but now it just felt awkward even being in the same room with each other. “Ax, I really don’t feel like talking right now.” You told him. You hadn’t called him that in ages, he felt slightly glad that the bond between the two of you wasn’t completely gone. “I’m glad you came to apologize but not right now, please.” You said, your face now going back into your hands. He didn’t leave, he didn’t even consider the fact. He still sat next to you, in silence. You felt his hand touch your back, placed gently.

“You’ve been throwing up recently.” He spoke softly, not with any condescension, not trying to imply or insinuate anything. You didn’t think he would notice, or at all care. You thought Duff would be the first to say something. But again, you tried to be secretive as possible. “Yeah… probably a bug or something.” You said tiredly, getting out of your hands and crossing your arms over your stomach. “I’ll take you.” He spoke. You looked at him with slight confusion. “To the doctors. I know you said once you didn’t like going alone.” He explained. He was being sincere, and you were willing to give him that second chance. You agreed, getting ready and heading off the hospital.

Sitting in the boring waiting area, the sound of receptionists typing and soft coughs from strangers on other sides of the rooms. Your leg shook nervously as bounced your foot at an angle on the floor. Yours clutching each other in front of you and your elbows rested on your thighs. Looking around, waiting for that one call of your name. You felt a bigger warm hand ingulf your two ones. You looked up to Axl, his soft eyes giving you a comforting look. Your stomach sunk, you felt horrible. Nausea. Nauseous looking at his face. His stupidly good-looking face. The face you stupidly fell for, and feeling like you still are head over heels for him in this moment. You wanted to say so much. Why was he sorry in this moment? What triggered it? Was it because Erin and him aren’t together? Were you a rebound? You opened your mouth about to ask the first question that came to mind, but you were cut off before a word even came out. The doctor called, and you had to get up, waving a small goodbye to Axl before entering the room you were allocated to.

Some normal icebreaker questions were asked, then he got you to sit on the bed, checking your breathing and heartbeat. You told him your symptoms. Your nausea, fatigue, etc. “Is there any chance you could be pregnant?” He had popped the question without hesitation. Still listening to your breathing, the cold stethoscope placed against your back. You just nodded and spoke a blunt ‘Yes’. “Well, that’s sweet of your boyfriend to come bring you here, most guys these days just run away at the moment it’s mentioned.” The doctor spoke. You were confused. You just laughed a fake ‘yeah’ trying to keep a comfortable atmosphere. What boyfriend? ‘Shit, Axl.’ “You two make a cute couple.” He smiled at you as he finished his check-up. Soon you were sent off the bathroom, with a cup. Nervous and jittery through every second. Giving your now filled cup to a nurse and the doctor inspected you for other reasons of your symptoms whilst your pee was being inspected. Your results came back soon, even as it felt like hours. The doctor said a farewell and you walked back to the waiting room clutching onto a piece of paper they gave you. You stopped. Searching the waiting room. Axl wasn’t there. Of course, he fucking wasn’t. You thought as the same anger bubbled in your stomach. You began to walk out of the hospital with a storm, walking down the endless white hallways, but a glimpse of ginger caught your eyes. There he was, standing at the till of a gift shop, one with balloons that said get well soon, stuffed animals, chocolates, flowers. In fact, he was standing with flowers and paying for them, giving the cashier a small smile and a wave as he finished paying. Turning around to see you looking at him. Shooting you the smile that make your knees weak and your stomach queasy. “Sorry, I thought you would take longer.” He apologised and handed you the flowers, your favourites. You were silent, starring at the flowers, your heart doing small flutters. Subconsciously you knew you never stopped liking him. “So… how was it?” He asked, waiting for an answer.

“Oh, it was a bug, well more like food poisoning from the party. But he have me this, so we have to go to the pharmacy.” You said holding up the piece of paper, giving it a small wave.

You both headed to the pharmacy and got your prescribed pills, heading out again just for a late afternoon stroll. Down by the boardwalk, looking out at the sun setting over the water. You hadn’t had one of these walks in ages with him, it was something you and him always enjoyed, it was nice to having something special like this back. You had almost fully forgiven him. Thoughts raced through your mind again. The apology? Was he serious? The flowers? Was it just to make you soft? You stressed. Axl immediately caught on. “You okay?” He asked. Putting his hands on your shoulders, stopping both of you in your tracks. Leading to the empty wooden bench closest to you. Taking a breathe as you sat. There was a pause, both looking at each other. The sun making his eyes glisten. “Why…” you began, trying to collect yourself. “Why did you kiss me?” You asked him. He didn’t say anything, thinking of what to say. “And Erin?” You added. “What did it mean to you? What do I mean to you?” You emphasised the last question. His hands creeped into yours, his head hanging slightly as he looked down at your hands in his now. You were about to take your hands away from his but he held them, gently, but slightly tighter. “Fuck it.” He began. “ I love you thats why. I’ve been fucking in love with you.” “Then why go date someone else?” You retorted quickly. “ Because you always say you can’t date in the band.” He said. “Yes, but a week after? Seriously?” You responded. “I needed an out, I couldn’t stop thinking about you after our kiss, it was making me crazy.” He said.

You didn’t know what else to say. That it was stupid? That you loved him too? But even if you wanted you couldn’t be with him.

“I still want to… I still want you. I want to be with you.” He sighed out softly, squeezing your hands. “You know we can’t…” You told him. He began to talk about how he’ll wait this time. Wait until you’re ready. You knew it wouldn’t happen, but at least gave him the chance, and yourself the chance of hope of you together.

“If I can’t have you right now, I’ll wait dear.”

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A/n: SORRY THIS WAS ABSOLUTE SHIT, THERE SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE INCORPORATION OF

‘I sit here on the stairs 'cause I'd rather be alone’

AND

‘Said, woman, take it slow and things will be just fine’

BUT I WAS A BIT TOO LAZY WITH THIS I JUST WANT TO GET TO THE NEXT CHAPTERS SORRY GUYS

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Donnie MacClain, Wizard of Time

Summer in Chicago is a complete beast. A sprawling, sweating, heaving beast that sits on your chest and laughs if you so much as try to breathe. Really, the air is so thick you swear to god you could cut it with a knife. Why does anyone live here?

Such are your thoughts as you trudge home from the grocery store, where you foolishly thought it would be a good idea to walk at the peak of this July afternoon. Okay, so maybe it was less of a “choice” and more of a “completely preventable car malfunction” that led you here, but whatever. Next time you let your gas tank fall below empty, you’ll remember this—the unbearable heat, the humidity—I mean, god, you look like you could give Axl Rose a run for his money. Are there really women whose hair stays perfectly styled in this kind of weather? If there are, you’d like to meet them. To congratulate them or take them down in a fist fight, you haven’t decided.

Your backpack, filled to the brim with cold beer and produce, provides a little relief against your flushed skin as you approach your apartment building. You shudder at the prospect of climbing the five flights of stairs to your place; the landlord has been dragging his feet about fixing the elevator for six months, and while it wasn’t so bad in the spring, the old building’s lack of airflow makes it damn near unbearable any time the temperature outside reaches above 80°. So you sit. Just for a minute, on the bottom step. Just until that feverish misery fades. Donnie will be home by now, singing in the shower after photographing the Cubs’ day game against the Brewers. Probably Breakfast at Tiffany’s, if you had to guess; he heard it on the radio three weeks ago and has proceeded to butcher the lyrics any time the opportunity has presented itself since. You think he does it just to see you scrunch up your nose and pretend to be annoyed. And who are you to deny him that simple pleasure? You stand, too stiff for your twenty-odd years, and begin the steep climb up to the apartment you share.

Approaching your door, you notice that the air is noticeably lacking a certain tone-deaf performance. Maybe you’ve beat him home, you think briefly, turning your key in the lock with what feels like the last of your strength. You really need to be better about putting gas in your car. You stumble over something—a dirty white sneaker, men’s size 11.5–before you’re able to set down your groceries. Donnie’s not exactly a neat freak, but he’s usually kind enough not to leave a trail of destruction in his wake. You look around as you begin putting your dinner ingredients in order; he’s not in the main living space, and you don’t hear the shower running. So what, he was just raptured out of his shoes? You sigh in exasperation, knowing your annoyance will evaporate as soon as he locks those big brown eyes on you.

Six pack in the fridge, ice cream in the freezer (you couldn’t resist), bread on the counter, boyfriend nowhere to be seen. You hum softly to yourself—Breakfast at Tiffany’s, what else?—and begin chopping vegetables for a salad, accompanied only by the geriatric whirr of the box fan Donnie haphazardly installed in your living room window. It’s held to the windowsill with bungee cords, which gives you heart palpitations if you think about it for too long; you can practically hear Donnie placating you, relax, baby, your man’s a pro, and you smile to yourself in spite of the spiking anxiety in your chest. You’ve been threatening to call his father roughly once a week to fix it, but you both know you won’t. Really, the thing could come down any day now.

Lost in thought, you hardly register Donnie’s footsteps behind you. If it wasn’t for that one creaky floorboard—it’s bent up on one end and prone to tripping unsuspecting guests—you might not have heard him at all.

“Did you even untie those shoes before you kicked them into the doorway?” You ask without turning, a smile in your voice. In response, Donnie slides one arm around your waist, his chest rising and falling against your back. His free hand lifts your hair from the back of your neck, exposing your skin for him to press his lips against. You breathe in, reveling in the scent of his skin. Heat, sunscreen, and the aftershave he insists on buying despite the fact that he can’t grow a beard. You let one hand wander behind you, behind him, into his hair as he lowers his forehead onto your shoulder. He exhales, breath shuddering ever so slightly, and pulls you closer against him.

“Hi, angel,” he murmurs into your skin. His voice is exhausted. Disregarding the fact that he didn’t answer your question, you dislodge yourself gently from his arms to turn and face him. Donnie’s smiling, but without his usual energy the effect is more unnerving than anything. You place your hands on his face, raising an eyebrow as if to ask what’s wrong. Like a magnet, the boy has re-attached himself to you, hands sliding from your hips to your back. He shakes his head, his hair brushing your face gently as he lowers his gaze to yours. “I’m alright,” he says, “long day. I missed you.”

“It’s been, like, six hours,” you tease, smiling up at him so that your lips nearly touch.

“Five and a half,” he says, “just complete agony. How in god’s name did we do this before we lived together?”

A light breeze pours through the open window then, and you gasp at the fleeting relief it provides you. “I don’t know,” you reply before kissing him sweetly on the lips, “it must have been harder than I remember.”

“Mhmm,” he hums, pulling you into a bear hug, “you were worth it, though.”

“Cornball.”

“You chose this.”

“You’ve got me there.”

You stand like that for a moment longer, letting the heat of his body envelop you until you can’t take it anymore. When you pull away, you think for a split second that you know exactly what Donnie will look like in forty years, when his smile lines have deepened and his hair has gone gray. You know with absolute certainty that he’ll always hold you like this, this tightly, age and frailty be damned. It makes your heart ache, and you remind yourself that neither of you is even thirty. It’s hard not to resent the job he loves so much, the one that turns him into a little kid again, for keeping him from you for days at a time. But then, there’s that love. You can’t begrudge him that love, not when he bounds through the door after a week away and takes you in his arms so tightly you think you might pass out, not when he slides into your bed in the little hours with whispered apologies and feather-light kisses, and certainly not now, when his exhaustion renders him all but speechless and his soft eyes bore into yours with an expression that makes you seasick.

“Donnie, I love you,” you say suddenly. You say it often, with varying degrees of intensity, but you’ve seldom felt so utterly compelled to make your feelings known as you do now, in your kitchen, over the drone of the box fan.

“I know, baby,” he grins—there it is—“I love you too.”

Good, you think, now he knows. Now I can chop vegetables in peace. You nod toward the kitchen counter, indicating for Donnie to sit at one of your thrifted bar stools while you cook. He shakes his head, still grinning. You think one of your boyfriend’s greatest pleasures in life might be getting in your way when you’re trying to cook. Second only to cooking meals himself, which is somehow an even more chaotic affair. Somehow his chaos brings you comfort, though, so you shrug and say “Suit yourself. Stay away from my knife, though.”

Sometimes you get vertigo when you look at Donnie. It’s hard to believe you’ve only been together two years; he has a way of bending time to his will. Each time he takes your sleeve between his fingers, kisses you goodbye, rests his head on your shoulder, you’re two years younger and lit up with butterflies. Then, in the next moment, he’s pulling you into his chest in the dark and you know instinctively that his soul and yours have been in conversation for a long, long time. Now, standing beside him with your hip pressed against his, you’re exactly as you are: young and dumb and in love.

#toady talkin #yeah sorry this is not what i wanted to write #but there’s always next time #formatting is hell and dialogue rules are fake #and ending a short story is impossible #enjoy!

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