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tuffduff · 10 months ago

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Friday the 13th

Pairing: fluffy 80’s Dave Mustaine x female!Reader

Words: 1,800+ ish

Warnings: mentions of scary movie, otherwise none!

A/N: I’m so excited to share this with you guys I MISS YOU ALL SO MUCH! Inspiration strikes, eh? This isn’t Guns N’ Roses, but it really hit me being Dave’s birthday and Friday the 13th. It ain’t the best but I thought I would because y’all just imagine? Anyways, I hope I can write more GNR related things too for y’all soon. If you’re still around and reading and liking my posts, thanks. I love you ❤️

Taglist (sorry if y’all don’t like Dave 💀): @ubernoxa @heavymetalgirl420 @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @rumoured-whispers @born-to-lose @lost-in-the-80s @petals-and-bullets @ginny-rose-sixx @julessworldd @greeneyezblackheart @blackberryblossom @clowncaits @the--blackdahlia

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“What, are you too scared?” Dave sneered, waving two movie tickets in front of your face. The teasing was apparently warranted by the too-long-of-a-pause you had taken. “C’mon, Y/N, when are we ever gonna have the chance to see Friday the 13th on Friday the 13th?”

“Probably never.” You conceded, trying to hide any apprehension you felt. Horror movies weren’t really your thing; they weren’t not your thing, but really, you never quite got the hype. “Isn’t this like…the millionth one, though?”

“Read the ticket.” Dave replied. You rolled your eyes; his bluntness wasn’t anything new to you.

“Well, I’ve never seen the first five.” You replied, crossing your arms.

“Y/N, c’mon. There’s not much to it. You don’t really need to keep up with the storyline. It’s a masked psycho going around killing people at a campground. Besides, they use Alice Cooper’s music in this one—that’s what you really need to know.”

“But why—” he was already rolling his eyes.

“Are you gonna go with me or not?” He snapped, cutting you off impatiently. Your eyes narrowed.

“Why?” You repeated, now growing suspicious.

“Are you kidding me?” He asked, his own eyes narrowing. “I don’t know, he drowned as a kid because he was neglected by camp counselors and now he kills other counselors—”

“No.” You cut him off, albeit with a frown. “Why do you want to go with me? I’ve never even seen these movies. Do none of your other friends want to go? Assuming you have those.” He glared at you now.

That’s how it always was between the two of you. You were probably the only one allowed to joke with Dave like that without getting dropped to your ass.

“You should take it as a compliment that I’m coming to you first.” He replied.

“Should I?” You bantered back, starting to smirk. He continued to glare and roll his eyes before snatching up his keys.

You both knew there wasn’t anyone else he would want to go see a movie with. Outside his band, he wasn’t exactly dying to hang out with anyone, and he didn’t want to see a movie with his bandmates either. Usually, he claimed hanging with you was his break from them. You were his go-to for everything; checking out new recording studios at the drop of a hat, scouring through pawn shops and record shops, late night fast food runs. Your number was the only one he had memorized, judging from the countless phone calls you had received from random phone booths all over LA at all hours of the day.

“Hurry up.” He merely threw the words over his shoulder at you.

“Are you going to buy me popcorn?” You continued on as you hopped into the front seat of his car. You knew you were the last one in it; the seat was still moved to fit your body and your jacket was still in the seat where you left it last night.

“No.” He grunted as he started the car. You glared at him silently as music immediately blared through his speakers, which finally made him smirk at you.

“How many times have I told you about your ears?” You scolded, turning the metal on the radio down to a more sensible volume. Again, you were probably the only one allowed to do so without him biting your arm off.

“Yeah, yeah.” He muttered dismissively, putting the car in drive. Quickly, you clicked your seatbelt on. It wasn’t wise to go without it with Dave driving.

“How about a big soda?” You jumped back to teasing him again, giggling as he rolled his eyes. “It’s funny though because you and I both know I’m gonna have a gigantic popcorn and a huge coke and gummy bears.”

“Oh yeah? I know that, huh?”

“Yes.” You nodded confidently.

“And why is that?”

“Well, you invited me to see this movie—which I don’t particularly want to see—when I could be taking a bath and reading a magazine and relaxing.”

“So what? I owe you or something?”

“Yes.” You replied brightly, again with a nod and smile.

“Yeah, alright. In your dreams.” Dave muttered.

“How about because you love me?” You proposed innocently. His eyes narrowed a little, but you could see the corners of his mouth curving upright.

“We’ll see about that.”

Sure enough, not too long after that conversation, you were sitting in theater 9 with your popcorn, soda, and popping a gummy bear in your mouth while Dave was grumbling to himself about movie theaters being a rip off.

“So, if he drowned as a kid how is he alive and killing…?” You whispered as the lights dimmed. Dave leaned in really close to your ear, making you freeze as he moved your hair aside. His lips were so close you swear you felt them ghost against your skin.

“Shut up.”

He leaned back with a smirk and you laughed, immediately getting shushed from a couple behind you. Dave rolled his eyes and you giggled again, this time a little more quietly.

As far as horror movies went…well, you wouldn’t really know. You didn’t quite have much to compare it too. At times, it felt a bit silly, but you soon found yourself really drawn into the plot. Which also meant you found yourself getting progressively more scared when Jason Voorhees popped out of nowhere. Dave laughed at you unabashedly when you jumped so hard you sent popcorn scattering.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” Dave leaned over to tease you as you plucked popcorn from your hair. You glared at him.

“Shut up.” You replied.

“Here.” Dave pushed up the arm rest between the two of you and beckoned you closer to him. You wrinkled your nose. “Alright, fine.” He replied, pushing the arm rest back down. You caught it with your hand quickly and pushed it back up and moved in next to him. “That’s what I thought.” He whispered as you sidled up next to him. He put his arm around you. “I knew this was going to happen.”

“What?” You hissed. There was another shush behind you and Dave turned his head to glare before turning back to you, leaning in close again, this time to ensure his words were only heard by you.

“I knew you were going to get scared. And I knew you were going to come crawling right into my arms.” His lips were so close, his warm breath tickling your skin.

“Oh, you just knew I would get scared?” You demanded. He raised an eyebrow. “Whatever, fine. But how did you know I would crawl into your arms?”

“Just a feeling.” He replied.

“Oh, I see. But Friday the 13th is normally bad luck, you know. What if your big plan didn’t work?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, right. You think some silly superstition scares me?” He said. “And besides, I bet you say my name in your sleep.” Your mouth fell open at the audacity.

“Are you kidding—“ an aggressive shush came once again from behind you. Dave immediately twisted in his seat.

“Fuck off.” He snapped before putting his arm back around your shoulders and tugging you close to him, giving your back a pat.

You had to admit, it was a perk being close with Dave due to his protective nature. Or was it possessiveness? The lines always seemed to blur with him. Not that you cared. You remembered the time at some guy’s house party when someone spilled a bright red drink on your shirt. Before you knew it, the guy was knocked out on the floor and Dave was guiding you to the bathroom with an arm around you, giving anyone too close to you a glare as if he dared them to even breath on you. He had given you the shirt off his back without hesitation and made you laugh when he asked if you wanted him to “break that guy’s neck.”

“I’ll do it.” He had threatened, and you weren’t sure if he was really joking or not, but the party foul was instantly forgotten.

It was always you and Dave. Not only was the line blurred between possessive and protective, there was also no boundaries it seemed in regard to personal space. His arm around your shoulder wasn’t anything new, but what did that mean exactly? You definitely looked like every other couple in this theater. When his bandmates called you his girlfriend he would usually call them some derogatory name in return, but he didn’t bother correcting them. But this wasn’t something that had ever come up between the two of you. He was always teasing you, and you could tease him back free of the vitriol and venom that he gave everyone else. Did that mean anything? You spent the rest of the movie consumed by the swirling thoughts in your head rather than what was occupying the screen.

“So what’d you think?” Dave asked as you both drifted out of the theater. His arm at this point seemed to be perpetually draped over your shoulders, adding more fuel to the thoughts in your head.

“Hm?” You asked, blinking a few times when you realized he was staring at you.

“Wow. Was it so scary that you repressed the memory of it all?” No one else could make condescension sound so close to fondness.

“No,” you laughed and shoved him lightly, breaking the physical connection between the two of you. But he came right back. “…Did you really ask me to see this movie with you so you could scare me into cuddling with you?”

“Scare you? Hold on,” he said indignantly. “Who says I need to scare you to get you to touch me?” You scoffed and he smirked. “No. A) I wanted to see this movie. B) I wanted to see it with you.” He laid out each piece very deliberately as if you needed help understanding. You rolled your eyes.

“That’s it, huh.”

“…And I wanted you to touch me.” He added. Maybe because it was only the two of you and the late night brisk fall air that allowed him to be vulnerable enough to tell the truth without trying to deny it whatsoever.

“Well, did it ever occur to you that you could just ask anytime?” You asked him, placing your arm around his lower back and squeezing him close.

“No. It’s better tricking you into seeing some scary movie.”

“Why?” You lamented.

“It’s a bonus. I get to see you scared.” You scoffed, shaking your head and trying to pull away from him but he only pulled you closer and kissed the side of your head.

All you wanted to scream was what are we?! But instead, you just went with it. Maybe some things didn’t need to be explained, at least not yet. Besides, if you lived in your head wondering what it meant that he laced his hand in yours and asked if you were hungry, you wouldn’t get to enjoy how nice it all felt.

#dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine imagines #megadeth imagine #megadeth x reader #dave mustaine #dave mustaine x you

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tuffduff · 3 years ago

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Indulgent Impulses

Pairing: fluffy 90s!Axl x reader

Words: 2,134

Request: by @blackberryblossom : “ hi, idk if you’re taking requests right now but i looove your writing and i was wondering if you could do one with axl where it’s like the middle of the night and he wakes you up and takes you on a midnight drive? idrk i just feel like that something that he would do ❤️ 💙 💛”

A/N: I’m obsessed with this request, I’m so sorry it took so long. Specifically, I know we talked about bearded Axl and ooooo girl you get me. With school starting back up, I wanted to give myself and y’all an escape. Thank you for still supporting me and reading my stuff! I have notifications on, and each like makes me feel fuzzy <3

Taglist: @ubernoxa @the--blackdahlia @heavymetalgirl420 @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @rumoured-whispers @born-to-lose @lost-in-the-80s @teasid @petals-and-bullets @ginny-rose-sixx @julessworldd @greeneyezblackheart @blackberryblossom

“Sugar.” You stirred at the familiar name. Despite the haze of half-sleep that your mind was bogged down in, you knew with every fiber of your being who that voice belonged to. “Hey, angel. Wake up for me, darling. I need you.” You fought harder against the sleep, your eyes blinking open as you stifled a yawn.

In the barely moonlight of your bedroom, Axl’s red hair had turned silver. He was staring at you with wide and watching eyes, smiling slightly when your eyes focused on his.

“What is it, Ax?” You asked sleepily. He was sitting up against the bed frame, gently brushing his fingers through your hair.

“I’ve been trying to wake you up for twenty minutes now.” He laughed softly. “You’ve been dead to the world.”

“I’m tired.” You defended yourself, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you sat up next to him. You glanced at the bedside clock. “And it’s 3:23; most people sleep at this hour.” You teased gently. Axl’s sleeping hours were always sporadic due to his profession. You knew he often had trouble sleeping. Sometimes he would just lay and hold you, other times he would play piano downstairs.

“I’m not most people. And you like that.” He teased back, but quickly lost his banter. You could tell he was about to ask you something; his gaze dropped to his fingers, where they fiddled with the rings he was still wearing. You wondered how his ring finger would look if it weren’t empty, only for a split second, until your concern took over.

“What’s wrong, my love?” Axl seemed to relax into your words, granting him the courage to look over at you.

“I was wondering if you want to take a drive with me. Just me ‘n’ you.” You could immediately tell he thought you were going to refuse. He probably thought you were going to call him crazy.

Truth was, you knew full and well Axl wasn’t like most people. And it was what you liked most about him. You had never met someone so uniquely true to himself and the way he always aspired to reach a higher form of himself, through his music, through his success, through love. He was so bold, unapologetic, raw with feeling—he wore his heart on his sleeve, and he wore it proudly.

“I know you said you’re tired—it was just a joke.” Axl said quickly, looking back down thoughtfully to his hands again. You were already climbing off the plush bed though.

“No, let’s go.” You said, smiling and leaning across the bed to put your hands in his and get him to stop fiddling. “It…sounds like a lot of fun, really.” With Axl always touring or doing media and interviews, there was usually an entourage around you full of bodyguards, assistants, managers etc. The idea of you two alone, and in a moment of spontaneity, nearly had you running. “Please?” He looked up at you and smiled a little, dropping your hand in his to stroke your cheek again.

“As long as you keep this dress on.” He agreed. You glanced down at your floor-length silk slip night dress and laughed; it had been a gift from Axl. “You look too pretty in it.”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on changing. C’mon! Right now!” You urged, now possessed with the idea of indulging an impulse. Axl laughed his deep laugh, but followed quickly behind you, on the exact same wavelength.

Your bare feet barely touched the cool driveway as you ran for Axl’s car of choice, a sleek black convertible BMW. You threw open the passenger door, laughing as Axl merely jumped in.

“Hang on, sugar.” Axl said, his voice velvet and lined in anticipation. The car came to life and the squealing of tires drowned out your own squeal as Axl hit the gas.

It was a beautiful and crisp evening, everything clearly visible from the full moon. In this lighting, it almost felt as though it were natural to be awake at night. It was the eve of autumn, but you had not quite kissed summer goodbye just yet.

You reflected on that feeling; in many ways the current season reflected your life. You were on the eve of your beginning, the precipice of something completely changing. This relationship on Axl began back in 1989; you were nearing your four-year anniversary. All your friends often asked when he was going to propose—as if that were an appropriate question for you. But you did wonder too; Axl never shied away from the discussion of marriage or having a family. You knew, from private conversations and even candid public interviews, how desperately he wanted a domestic life. To be a husband, a father. He talked with you as though these things were all inevitable, an absolute certain future.

“This house is perfect for us,” he had told you when he had first showed you the house you two were now living in. “It’s got plenty of space. Lots of bedrooms; I think the one closest to the master would make the best nursery. I’m gonna have a guy come and install a pool fence next week.”

And yet, sometimes, you still wondered. But in this moment, when you were freely able to admire the way Axl’s hair blew in the breeze, how beautiful his eyes looked, how enigmatic he was, all you knew was love. All you knew, all you felt, without a shadow of a doubt.

Axl reached over and placed his hand on your thigh. Even through the thin silk, his touch was electric. “Maybe I was wrong.” He mused, sending you a coy smile that told you his thoughts were up to no good. “Maybe you should have worn nothing at all.” You merely gave him an innocent smile back.

“Well, I’ve got nothing on underneath.” You replied. His hand tightened around your thigh, and you listened to him groan.

“Think you’re cute, huh?” He asked, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh. You shivered a little, but kept your smile.

“Sometimes.” You replied breezily. Axl’s smile widened.

“Always.” He corrected you. That was a habit of his.

“This is my partner, Y/N. Aren’t they beautiful?” Was his standard introduction to others that he took you to meet. He didn’t seem satisfied until they acknowledged that truth, but only respectfully, of course. That was always a fine line; if someone seemed too interested, Axl would start bristling in seconds. You knew he was simply proud to have you, enamored by you, possessive of you. And maybe other women would feel smothered, but you had never minded.

Soon, Axl’s exhilarated speed slowed. The car winded through the hills of your neighborhood at a slow and even speed, and that was when you realized the radio was off. You reached for the knob, smiling when you heard “Fade Into You” playing.

“How do you do it?” Axl asked suddenly, drawing your attention. A million things ran through your mind at the question.

“Do…what?” You asked. He continued to look at the road, a soft contemplation on his face.

“Put up with me.” He replied. “Love me. The man they call the biggest asshole in rock. Temperamental nightmare who can’t even keep his own band together.” You frowned at how his mind strayed immediately to the negatives.

“I don’t put up with you.” You disagreed. “That would imply there’s a burden I have to deal with. You only add to my life, Axl. I love you. I’m at a loss for words to explain how you make me feel.” He glanced over at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment, but he said nothing. He continued to drive in deep silence.

You didn’t feel the need to prod, nor worry; Axl sometimes took a moment to put his words just how he wanted them. After a while, you realized you had circled back to your house. The car slowly climbed the driveway before he parked it and cut the engine. The ensuing silence was louder from the suddenness, as was Axl’s sigh.

“I respect that,” he said finally. “Sometimes it’s hard describing feelings. But, I dunno. For me, it’s all really clear. And I was missing the clarity, ‘til you.” He had his head leaned back against the seat, before he turned it ever so slightly to send a soft smirk at you. “You came in and everything made sense. Why I was here, why I went through so much bullshit, why those other relationships never worked. You cut through all the superficiality and all the new fame we were getting, and you were the one thing that kept my feet glued to the ground, to this reality. Our reality, our life. And now, everything I do, it’s all in some way tied to you. You’re my every reason, my every answer, my every motivation. It’s just you.”

You were speechless as you listened to him, wondering where the rush of emotion came from, wondering if you were simply still lost in a vivid dream. “

Axl, I…I mean, I feel the same way. It’s you for me too.”

“Do you mean it?” He asked you gravely, as if you answer would determine if his heart would still beat. He wasn’t threatening, or even skeptical with his question. It was full of genuine fear. Of doubt, apparently in himself. His voice was quiet, his eyes gazed at you almost skittishly.

“Of course I do.” You assured him quickly, grabbing his hand again. He sucked in a breath, a nervous smiling beginning to peak from the corners of his mouth.

“Okay,” he seemed to warn, and suddenly jumped out of the car, again refusing to use the door. You frowned, watching him pace around the front of it to your door.

“Axl— “

“Haven’t you been wondering why I can’t ever sleep lately?” He asked you as he pulled open your door. You gazed up at him.

“I just…assumed you had a lot on your mind. Music, just jitters, finishing a long tour. Why? Axl, are you okay?” He laughed at your question.

“Yeah. I’m great. You’re right, but there’s something else. I’ve been trying to figure out the right way to do this for month. I’ve asked everyone. I’ve looked at hot air balloons, I’ve looked at all the countries we’ve toured in, every big attraction. I’ve looked at a million roses from different flower companies. But it’s never good enough. And I wasn’t planning on doing this now, but I’ve carried this thing on me for the past few months, and now I’m realizing moments like this, just us driving, are the ones where I know it’s real.” You gasped at the sight of Axl kneeling to his knee. “So, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

Your heart raced. Tears threatened to spill. The turn of events wasn’t anything you could have possibly guessed when you had brushed your teeth and prepared for sleep a few mere hours ago, but that seemed to be a theme in this life with Axl. It was always utter enchantment, full of uninhabited opulence, of the highest ups and lowest downs. And, as he had told you, something real. That love was real.

“Yes! Yes.” You said quickly, throwing your arms around his neck and tumbling out of the car. He caught you instantly, the both of you falling into a heap on the driveway, laughing from the nerves, kissing blindly at any inch of reachable skin.

“Then, I think this is yours.” He said, pulling the ring from the box. It was a rather large emerald cut diamond ring, reminiscent of old classic Hollywood.

“Axl…” you began as he slid the ring on your finger.

“This is a 4-carat diamond.” He told you proudly. “I wanted more. But the jeweler said you might be uncomfortable with that big of a ring.” You nodded your head, not even wanting to know how much he had paid. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” You assured him, admiring the shine of the moonlight on the diamond. “And I love you.” Axl smiled and leaned in to peck your lips.

“I love you, angel.” His hand slid up your calf, pulling up the fabric of the slip dress as it climbed. “So…nothing on underneath huh?”

“Can we at least make it inside?” You giggled, feeling him move closer to kiss your neck, feeling his beard tickly your skin.

“No one’s gonna see. Normal people sleep right now.” You laughed at the callback from your earlier conversation.

“Good thing you’re not like other people.” Axl stood up and offered you his hand.

“We’re not.” He corrected, swinging you up into his arms. “You’re not gettin’ any sleep either, sugar.”

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