#80s rock fanfic

[itsgaga]

Paprazzi

“Y/N over here” 

“Nikki”

“Come on Y/N can I get a smile from you”

The flashing lights never stopped, every time your eyes would try to adjust, another storm of flaring lights would blind you. When you and Nikki first got together you were able to deal with the paparazzi, some were actually quite nice and would only ask for a picture or two and then leave you alone, some were more determined to get as many pictures as they could but still they were never rude ;however, as time went on their attention and actions shifted. They once were only focused on yours and Nikki’s relationship but recently they started following you even when Nikki wasn’t there. Their words changed, they once would compliment you, tell Nikki how lucky he was, and would have nice small talk with you, but now, they want to know where you’re going, who with, and for long, insults can be heard when they’re around, they run after you, and follow you in cars, and will sneak around regardless of where you are. 

Today was supposed to be just a normal day, you and Nikki had gone out to get away from the spotlight, the plan was to just go and sit in a cafe hours away from your guys’ home in a small town hoping no one would recongize either of you so you guys could get away from the camera and spend a day without the stress that comes along with being famous ;however, as soon as you guys pulled into the parking lot men with cameras came jumping out of their blacked out cars, all running torwards your direction.

You looked at Nikki, who was looking at the crowd. “Shit” Nikki put the car in reverse but before he could take his foot off the brake the car is surrounded from every angle. Loud screams were coming from outside the car. “Y/N and Nikki” “Y/N and Nikki” “Y/N and Nikki” that’s all you heard, over and over again.

It was never ending, minutes had passed and Nikki had given up, he’s sitting in the front seat with his head resting on the back and his hands covering his face.  The men were clearly getting frustrated and changed their approach to getting what they wanted.

“Nikki, how good is Y/N? You think you’d ever give me a chance to find out”

Nikki removed his hands from his face and looked outside the car.

“Hey man, don’t start”

A guy standing outside your window speaks up.

“Well, if she’s gonna dress like a whore she’s gonna be treated like a whore.”

Nikki was mad, his emotions were all over his face, you could tell he wanted to say something. “Nikki don’t, they just want a reaction” Nikki looked at you then looked down. “We need to leave.” Before you could tell Nikki theres no way to get out, Nikki once again put the car in reverse and began backing up.

Loud shouts from the back of the car were yelling at him to stop, Nikki rolled down his window and told them to get out of the way. Again, the man from your side speaks up.

“Hey Nik, are those things real on her?”

Nikki ignored him.

“I think fake tits look like shit.”

Again, he ignored him.

It wasn’t until the man just flat out called you a whore when Nikki finally snapped and swung the car door open, the man saw Nikki and tried to calm him down.

“Hey, no no Nikki it’s just my job, i’m just doing this for money, I didn’t mean it man, seriously.”

Within seconds Nikki was threatening to beat his ass, there was pushing and shoving and screaming with flashes from the camera. You were done, you wanted to leave, with numerous insults and what felt like thousands of photos being taken, you were just done.

Rolling down the window you yell for Nikki multiple times, he made his way back to the car, clearly still pissed off and got in immediately driving off. “I can’t believe it, I can’t fucking believe it.”  Nikki sighed and looked at you.

“Are you alright, babe.”

You just look at Nikki, give a soft smile, grab his hand, and look out the window. The car ride back was quiet, except for the occasional whispers coming from Nikki, complaining about the paparazzi and muttering a bunch of threats.

He squeezes your hand causing you to look at him “I’m just saying I would’ve beaten his ass if you would’ve let me”. You roll your eyes and smile. “I know babe” Nikki looks at you.

“I’m being serious”

“I know you are”

“Really? Cause I feel like you don’t believe me”

You and Nikki continue back and forth the entire car ride home, completely forgetting about everything that just happened. Realizing only then that you two didn’t need to drive hours away to go somewhere to feel some sort of peace and forget about everything else going on in your lives, the entire time the two of you could’ve just found peace in each other.

Bro. I hate the ending. With a passion. I rewrote it about 7 times. I didnt wanna give up. But i’m tired. Ready for a nap. So enjoy.

[thesmokingguns]

So Caught up in You

It was the nerves that surprised you. When had you ever been nervous around Nikki or anyone in the band? Never. You had just waltzed in one day, laying around on a dirty couch and smoking someone else's cigarettes. They had just accepted your presence because Tommy wasn’t ever going to tell you to leave and the boys all had adopted you as theirs. Tommy had known you the longest, you had played together as kids and his mother and yours swapped recipes.

You didn’t know when it started but one day you had climbed in the window of the hell house and saw Nikki writing music on the couch. There was something about the way he looked, his black hair down and unstyled, roots leaking through, black jeans and sneakers, just a sweatshirt on and no makeup. He was just Nikki at that moment and not Nikki Sixx the bassist. But it tightened your belly and you realized that you had a crush on him. So you had done the only thing you could think to do and flounced over, sitting on his knee, fingers brushing his bass as he looked up at you, surprise in his eyes as you didn’t look away.

“What are you doing, kid?” you shrugged a shoulder and he shook his head, “I knew that I smelled trouble.” he looked concerned, like he wasn’t exactly sure what he should be doing or if he should be doing anything but you didn’t get up. Instead you raised his head, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. It was gentle and sweet, so unlike what he was going through lately that he just watched, letting you take the lead.

Part of you wanted to tell him that you thought he looked good but you were afraid the compliment would go right to his head and you would have to deal with him being too cocky and that just wouldn’t do. So instead you pushed his hand from his bass and moved it to your hip, watching his eyes look down, take in your country club tennis outfit, white skirt, white keds, white soft sweater. When Nikki looked back up, ready to question what you were doing you kissed him.

That was the real trouble; you didn’t know Nikki had been trying to not kiss you for months now. He was keeping himself in line because you were Tommy’s childhood friend and everyone knew the drummer looked at you like a baby sister. Nikki had been spending his time on his best behavior and now you were climbing through windows and kissing him, taking away all the self control he had.

You pushed his bass aside, letting him grab your thighs, pull you on his lap as you smiled against his lips, letting Nikki take over now as he let his tongue drag across your bottom lip, pushing between them as you whimpered into his mouth. He shook his head, pulling back to look at you as you cocked your head to the side.

“Why’d ya stop?” you were aware of your muttered words, how you felt a little warm from kissing him. So different from the boys and girls you had kissed before. But Nikki had a serious look on his face, looking at you with his green eyes. He was making sure this was real and not some sort of game you were playing. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck in some laugh you were having at his expense.

“What are you doing, kid?” He sighed out because he knew you didn’t understand what he wanted but you shrugged your shoulders at him in the same nonchalant way you went about everything,, “We can’t do this.” He was firmer with you now, but his fingers still tugged at the bottom of your sweater, not quite ready to let you up yet.

You had men who had wanted you and knew that sometimes people needed just a nudge in the right direction and you had no problem giving Nikki some nudges.

“You just looked pretty and I wanted to kiss you.” And your honesty made him have to shake his head, trying to hide the smile that was peeking through. You were well aware that you were being vulnerable but you wanted to kiss him again, “Let's go into your room. No one is here.” you were moving to stand up, reaching for his hand to tug him with you but Nikki stood, shaking his head at you.

“No, kid. Why don’t you head home?” he was pulling away from you, not giving you your way and infuriating you as your eyes narrowed and your pout settled on the sweet features of your face. Nikki saw the look and knew at that point you had him hook, line, and sinker.

“Nikki.” His name was a whine, the soft thump of your foot making him look at you, green eyes smiling as he ruffled your head and pushed you towards the window. He needed you to leave before this got to far but as you climbed out the window you swore to yourself you were going to get your revenge on him for making you wait.

Which leads you to now, standing in front of your bedroom mirror, looking at the lace bustier you were wearing as a shirt, thigh high stockings clipped to a garter belt peeking out from under the black leather skirt you were wearing that was short enough that when you walked your ass started to peak out and you had to constantly play the step and tug game.. You had gone right to the store after Nikki had told you No, having a bit of a Sandra D moment as you shed your white keds for black lace and bad decisions.

The boys had a show tonight and you were going to show up, look at Nikki in your new getup and give him a minute to regret saying no to you earlier.

And for calling you kid.

It wasn’t that he had just said no to you, it was how he had dismissed you so easily, like it didn’t matter that you had wanted to kiss him. He was acting like you couldn’t make up your mind and that infuriated you. You knew you had a crush on him and he should have taken your feelings more seriously.

Nikki was getting off stage when he saw you, bumping into Vince who had caught sight of you first and nearly making both of them fall to the sticky back stage floor. Your eyes, lined in black with long black eyelashes looked at Nikki, the lingerie you were wearing as an outfit giving him more than he could handle seeing. Your red lips wrapped around a lollipop, popped off with a sticky wet sound that had the boys all very interested in having your attention.

“Jesus, Y/N. You’re going to catch pneumonia.” Tommy was pushing his way over, grabbing the towel Nikki had been wiping his face with in an attempt to cover you. But you twirled away, heads leaning to the side to watch the way your high heels made a clicking sound against the ground and your hips swayed, you tossed your hair over your shoulder, eyes on Nikki who looked like a starved animal.

“Good show today, kid.” At that moment they all realized you had dressed up for the bassist and jealousy filled up the boys. Except for Tommy who was shaking head with a firm ‘no’ coming out of his mouth, looking at Nikki who was smiling again.

Maybe he had underestimated you but he watched you, the way you tossed your hair over your shoulder looking at him.

“I have a date tonight but I’ll see you boys around.” you walked without doing the tug making sure Nikki could see the way your ass was bouncing free.

The door hadn’t even shut yet when you were pinned against a wall, Nikki’s body planted against you as he breathed you in. The hot heat of desire so strong as you looked up at him, seeing the torment that was on his face. Poor Nikki was trying to be a good boy but you wanted him so bad.

“You’re trying to kill me, Ya know? Kill me.” he hissed it out, Leather clad thigh slipping between your legs as you gasped out. Perfect little red’ ‘o’ of a mouth forming as he pushed his thigh into the heat of your pussy, “I’m trying to do right by you, ya know that kid? Tryin’ to be good enough but you are not making it easy.” You blinked at him.

“I just wanted you to kiss me Nikki. Kiss me from my head to my toes. If you’re good at that, that’s all I care about.” his hand formed a fist as you spoke and he had to close his eyes, head going back as he tried not to get mad at how easy you were toying with him. “But I have a date so I should-”

“Like hell you do.” your eyes were on him now, watching the green of his eyes thicken with jealousy, pulling away from you and grabbing your wrist as you tilted your head, “You’re coming home with me. None of these other guys are any good.” And just like that you were getting exactly what you-

“You can sleep in my bed and I can sleep on the floor.” your pout was on your face again and you tried to tug away but Nikki wasn’t letting you go. He wanted you. He really wanted you but if you just wanted lust he wasn’t going to give in. “Kid, I’ll toss you over my shoulder. Don’t put up a fight.” You thought about kicking his ankle but decided against it. Letting Nikki drag you along.

If he hadn’t looked so damn good earlier this wouldn’t have happened. This stupid crush you were trying to get over but Nikki was just digging you deeper into. Would it ever end?

[unknownperson246]

GUYS IM SCARED OF ROCKSTARS ACTUALLY GETTING TUMBLR AND SEEING ALL THE FICS ABOUT THEM 😭

[gnrswife]

izzy stradlin x fem!reader

warnings: smut

words:246

Izzy stradlin loves it when you go all dumb on him. that sweet spot after your second or third orgasm when your babbling nears incoherent, broken whimpers and whines falling from your mouth as your pretty eyes grow starry and dazed. the point of overstimulation where your mind goes fuzzy and you can’t distinct whether you want him to stop or keep going, so the only intelligible words coming out of you are ‘Izzy’ and ‘please’

oh, he’s so mean about it, too. all mocking pouts and teasing coos against the shell of your ear ‘thought this was what you wanted, sweetheart, hm?’ ‘what was that, baby? couldn’t hear you, you’re gonna need to speak up’

over and over, he’ll curl his fingers up against that spot that has you crying out and clawing at his back, thumb brushing your clit every so often as your shaky thighs close around his wrist. you’re not getting away that easy, though, and of course he parts them once more with a strong hand before clicking his tongue in disapproval.

it’s just something about seeing you like this that sets him off on a power trip— the feel of your wet cunt fluttering around his fingers, pink lips parted and glistening while your eyes roll back into your head. god, don’t get him started on the tear tracks that run down your flushed cheeks. the sight of you begging— no, crying for him has him harder than he’s been in his life.

he’d never admit it, but it’s better any line he could’ve done, satisfies him more than any high he’s been on. it may seem the other way around, but you have Izzy stradlin wrapped around your finger.

First izzy post how is it ? If you want me to write about anyone let me know and if you want fluff angst , or smut ill try my best to write

Thank you!

[hi1234hehe]

Magazine Interview: Izzy Stradlin

[stranger-fanfiction-n-things]

one in a million

rockstar!eddie x famous!reader

I’d like to dedicate this song to my woman, Zeppelin Rose. I’m sorry baby. 

coming soon...

[urnothere12]

Axl Rose

[samiwife]

Hii there! How are you?

I loved your post about Izzy headcanons and preferences, and I was wondering if you could write how would be him giving Princess Treatment to his girl?

Tysm! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Yes of course <3 I've been planning on making a fanfic like this so here you go <3 Thanks 4 the request

Little Miss Princess ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Izzy Stradlin x Reader)

♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Izzy's form of affection is personal service. Izzy was always the silent type but his love for you is in his actions. He's always treating you like a princess. Like that one time when you hurt your ankle and he carried you around the house. He'd always ask what you need or get you things you didn't ask for. One time you and Izzy were walking past a fancy boutique window, and you saw a beautiful silk pastel pink dress. You quietly muttered the words "I would kill to have that dress." Izzy heard you and quickly ran inside and bought it. Just like that, no second thought. He just ran in and went out with the dress in hand. You were shocked. Izzy treated you like a princess.

One day, you decided to take Izzy to the mall with you. Most of the time, Izzy hated going to the mall with anyone. But with you, he'll do it any day and anytime. You brought your purse and quickly drove to the mall with Izzy. You stepped through the mall's door. "Babe, what store are you going into?" Izzy said looking down at you. "I was thinking about this cute dress shop on the second floor." You said holding his hand. Izzy nods and continues to walk with you upstairs to the shop. "Izzy, you don't have to come with me. You can look at shops you like." You said to Izzy while smiling.

"No, I want to be with you," Izzy said sternly as he pulled you closer. You blushed and continued to walk to the store. You finally reached the store. You quickly started scanning the clothes and shoes. Izzy was standing behind you the entire time giving little comments when you asked. "Do you think this color would look good with these shoes?" You asked Izzy. He gives it a thought and then looks at the dress and shoes. "I think the shoes need to be a darker shade, but I know you like lighter colors so I think you should get a lighter dress. But you're always beautiful." Izzy explained while giving a slight smile. You grinned widely and kissed him on the cheek.

You picked out a lighter shade of the dress and began to walk to the front and pay. Izzy gently pushed you to the side and slapped down his card. "No baby, I'll pay," Izzy said sternly again. "No Izzy, you've done enough for me. I'll pay." You said giggling. But Izzy wasn't. "No baby, I am going to pay. And you're not changing my mind." Izzy said as he stood over you. You gulped and smiled. "Okay fine, Iz. You can pay." You said backing away from the counter. Izzy smiled widely and swiped his card. The two of you walked out of the clothing store and began walking downstairs.

"Hey Iz, since you paid. We can go visit your favorite record shop down the street." You said holding his hand. Izzy's face grew bright and he began speeding up his pace in walking. "Oh looks like someone is excited." You said laughing. "Thank you, Y/N. I love you." Izzy said confidently. This was a shock to you since Izzy rarely ever said "I love you", you would always say it but you just get a kiss back. After Izzy said that, you quickly wrapped your arms around him and kissed his lips. Izzy kissed back and ran his finger through your hair.

"I love you too, Izzy." You said smiling.

[r0cket-qu3en]

Get him back!

slash one shot<3

warnings: nothing?

prompt: reader and Slash broke up a few weeks ago, but he can't get over her, so one day he meets her "casually" outside her house after she went on a date with a guy

He couldn’t get over how much he missed her, even though he tried, with all his heart. He’d gone out with a couple of girls, all exactly the same, gotten drunk with his friends, written songs with Axl, but everything remained the same.

He saw her eyes everywhere, every voice sounded like hers and the girls in the crowd all had her face, but none of them actually looked like her.

When he saw her, dressed the way she dressed to go out with him, the way she looked at the boy who was now leaving, in that moment he lost all the dignity he had left.

He passed by her house casually, now he passed by at every chance he had, just in the hope of seeing her again, even suddenly, for a brief moment, and that day he was lucky enough to see her, too bad she was with someone else who was now leaving after taking her home.

He waited for the boy to completely leave before approaching the girl he had been painfully spying on for some time.

She was as beautiful as he remembered, maybe more. Ever since they broke up he kept looking at the Polaroids of the two of them together, trying not to forget what her face looked like, but now that he had her a few steps away he realized that all the photos he had seen and re-seen in the last few days were not like being able to really see her, to feel her presence, not even close. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have her in his arms again, in their bed, in their room, that wasn't theirs anymore.

Slowly, cautiously, he approached her, as if he was afraid of scaring her, and he was a little like that, he didn't want to push her away again, for now he just wanted to know how she was doing, that would be enough for him. When he was behind her, he slowly placed his hand on her arm, feeling the soft skin under his fingers, so linear.

She turned sharply and looked at him in silence for a moment, trying to process the situation that her ex was there, in front of her house, in front of her.

"Hey." She murmured, she had a nervous smile on her lips, seeing him after the breakup had a strange effect on her that was far from embarrassing, it was different, what she felt for him at that moment was a mix of conflicting feelings. On one hand she wanted to throw him in the past, never see him again and move on, but at the same time she just wanted to have him back with her, to have never left him.

"Hey." He answered her, his eyes were full of hope, even if they were hidden by his glasses and his long curls. "Who is he?" The curly-haired man asked, looking at the girl in front of him, wanting only to take her home and maybe have reconciliation sex with her.

She didn't answer him for a few seconds, articulating the sentence as best she could, at the same time trying not to hurt him. "He's just a friend." She said at the end, keeping it very vague and he nodded, not wanting to intrude too much.

"How are you?" She whispered, trying to see his eyes from behind her curls. He didn't answer her, she knew him well enough to know how he really was, and he knew she'd sensed it.

She looked down, moving a lock of hair from his face, looking at his pink lips, then his eyes. "I'm sorry." She whispered and couldn't resist the urge to push him into her arms, throwing her purse to the floor. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other on her back, holding her firmly against him.

He was not going to fucking let her go now.

After a few seconds of hugging he lost his temper and kissed her, out of the blue, like they do in the movies.

He pushed her gently against the wall of his house and the hand that was on her waist went up to her cheek and the one that was on her back took the place of the other. After a while she gently pushed him away, enough to look into his eyes.

"Do you want to come in?" she whispered, slightly out of breath.

"Please."

[peacesells-imbuying]

Guns N’ Roses with girl member :)

note: this was made out of boredom. Tried my best 🐒 masterlist ➜ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

• CHOAS everywhere. No breaks.

- no one knows how you deal with them 24 hours and 7 days a week. Surprisingly you haven't quit. Which is a good sign that you were stable. 

• since the boys were always high as fuck, you decided to be the responsible one (with Izzy) which was funny because you were the youngest...

• Steven is your best buddy. Slash and Duff was like an older brother. Izzy was the caring 'mother' and Axl was the bitchy and*sassy eye roll* but sometimes loving friend. 

• mini "dates"

• Steven already knew he wanted you to be in the band, sure you could play (pick any instrument) but would Axl and the other approve?

       - they fucking did Woohooo. Congratulations! You are now apart of Guns N Roses 🌹

• they made sure you received 0 hate cuz fans and media do not go well together…

• the guys always took care of the weirdos and creeps that would lurk around wherever you guys went 

         - the other guy would have a broken nose and something else broken 🙊

Imagine: you all at the bar after performing. Surprise there's was a meet & greet waiting sooo much fun. You mostly just chatted with Izzy or Steven and smoked zoning out 70% of the time. Then some random bum came up to you and touched your fucking chest. BANG Izzy hit the guy so fast you couldn't keep up. Let's just say...he broke 2 bones and no one messed with you after that. 

• always made sure you drank at least twice so you be care and not stressed out :)

[itsgaga]

I Just Need You

Request: Hey I love your writing! Would you be able to write about Nikki desperately trying to get you back after you two split like he's broken without her. Thanks doll

a/n: 75% of the requests I have gotten are about something with Nikki sooooooooooo...

The last few weeks have been rough—the endless crying and the thoughts that have been running through your mind. The memories that keep replaying that force you to feel the heartache, the calls that keep coming in of people asking you how you're doing. You don't know when it will stop; you don't know when the pain will go away. When will they stop calling you just to strictly ask you questions about it? You know that everyone who is checking on you just wants to make sure you're okay, but how can they not see that all they're doing is reminding you of what you're trying to forget? But the worst of it all is that Nikki himself won't leave you alone. 

It's been two weeks since your heart was shattered. Nikki was spotted and photographed holding a girl while he was away promoting the band's newest release. The picture was plastered on the cover of most magazine covers and was even talked about on TV. Nikki had called you almost immediately after the picture was released, giving you excuse after excuse. You had broken up with him, and it's been endless voicemails from him since then.

You're sitting on your couch watching a movie snuggled up under a blanket, trying your best to distract yourself from your feelings when your house phone begins to ring. You've grown used to hearing the ringing go off over and over again, and you've come to just ignore it.

"Leave a message after the beep," the phone announces, again for what feels like the millionth time.

"Hi Y/N," it was Nikki. "Listen, I've called over and over again, and you've made it obvious that you don't want to talk to me; there's nothing left for me to say at this point. Besides, I sincerely apologize; really, from the bottom of my heart, I am so sorry. Please, if you can find the time to, please just call me back. I love you, Y/N," the voicemail ended.

You couldn't believe what you had heard this time; the words truly were almost exactly the same as every other voicemail he's left you, but this time you heard his voice break, as if he were about to cry. 

Here it was again—the ache. You felt the tears begin to fill your eyes and something heavy form in your throat. Closing your eyes, you took deep breaths and let the sadness put you to sleep. 

Days have passed, and you were basically doing the same as you have been for the last two weeks, sitting on the couch, rotting away in your thoughts and sadness. There was a knock on the door; at first you tried to ignore it, but the knocks continued. You groan as you get up from your spot, annoyed. 

Opening the door, you find an unknown man. "Are you Y/N?" he asked, holding something in his hand. "Yep," you said, keeping it short. The man looks at you emotionless. "This is for you," he hands you a white envelope, and before another word could be spoken, he turned around and walked back to his blacked-out car sitting in the street in front of your house. You close the door and start to head back to your couch while flipping the envelope around and seeing your name written on the back of it. You recognize the handwriting.

Sighing, you sit back down and open the envelope.

"Dear Y/N,

We haven't talked since you've left me; if I'm being honest with you, I've been a complete wreck since then. I love you, baby, I really do. I love you more than you'll ever know, and I know this happening only shows you the opposite, but you just have to believe me. I don't know what to do without you. Just to show you how sorry I am and how much I love you, I am begging you to please turn on MTV around 6 tonight. I love you, Y/N.

Love, Nikki

You set the letter down and looked at the clock, 6:06. You grabbed your remote and quickly flipped through channels until MTV was on the screen; there you see Nikki sitting there looking into the camera. 

"Nikki, you were photographed with a woman who wasn't your girlfriend." The man sitting there across from Nikki says while looking down at him. Nikki interrupts the man,

"Listen, this is what I am going to say. I made probably the biggest mistake of my life. I like to put on this act where nothing is a big deal and I have no care in the world, well, because I'm a rockstar and that's what they do. But when I tell you, I just lost the love of my life over someone and something that was just so stupid and pointless, and I have been doing nothing but beating myself up over it the last two weeks." Nikki pauses; he looks down and looks back up straight into the camera.

"Y/N, I am so so sorry and I love you." Nikki's head drops back down; he looks sad and defeated. The interviewer clears his throat and looks at Nikki with sympathy. "Is that all you want to say to her?"

Nikki's head is now glued to the ground. "I don't know if you will ever forgive me; I don't really know how you could. I know I will never forgive myself for this, but I just need you."

"I just need you."

[thesmokingguns]

Twelve Days of Christmas

Day One: Ugly Sweater

Izzy looked down at the sweater that was laid out on the bed. It had green and black stripes on the sleeves, a black background with a picture of Krampus on the front complete with the whipping branches and a stolen child in a basket. At 31 years old he saw no reason to wear this sweater in public and was more upset when his girlfriend came strolling into the room with a sweater featuring Jesus on the front with ‘Birthday Boy’ on the front. Instantly Izzy had to pinch his nose to stop the migraine that was forming there.

“I bought you a sweater.” Izzy, who was well aware of what she had bought him wanted to ask why but he knew by speaking it would indulge his girlfriend who already was glowing with excitement. He knew better than to encourage her when she was in moods like this. Over excited and ready to pounce on the festive spirit.

But she proved to have great will power as she waited beside him for a follow up question of what was going on. He could feel the excitement radiating off her and reminded himself this is the woman he fell in love with. The same girl who sat on his bicycle handlebars as they rushed through Amsterdam, who kissed him as they went under Niagara Falls, who had tea with him in India, and who rolled down hills with him in Ireland. This was the same woman he loved with all his heart even though she was a lunatic around christmas time.

“My darling, why do I need a sweater?” he played into her, regretting it as she pounced upon an explanation.

“We’re having an ugly sweater party!” Izzys gut reaction was to just say no. To strap her into the car and drive her around to look at Christmas lights. He would even splurge and buy her a hot chocolate despite her being banned from drinking things in the car because she always managed to spill things.

But he made a very, very big mistake and looked at her. The way her eyes gleamed with the manic excitement for the holidays. He thought about their first Christmas, they had just met and Izzy had asked her to come with him up to Northern California. He had gotten drunk, lost the rental car keys, and left them stranded for the holiday in a shitty hotel room as he detoxed. She had been so good about it even though he heard her crying on the phone with her mom and apologizing for not being able to make it home. The second year they had been together Izzy had gone home with her for Christmas. The Christmas that her mother had broken the news of her diagnosis with breast cancer. She had passed that summer so on their third Christmas when she didn’t feel like celebrating he had taken her away to Europe. A Christmas abroad where he wanted to see her come alive again. And now, on their fourth christmas they were settled in a new house in Izzy’s home town and he was thinking about how she had moved here with him because she loved him and he knew that anything she wanted for the holiday he would give to her.

“When?” he knew she was going to say something that was too close. Something that made him realize even if he didn’t want to do this there was absolutely no time to back out of it. The way she smirked, moving closer to him like snuggling up and cuddling him would make him forgive what was coming out of her mouth just put her more on alert. “When, Marie?” he said her name with a sigh as she kissed the corner of his lips.

“Your family will be here at six.” she was kissing down his throat as Izzy looked at the alarm clock on the side of the bed. It was already 4:48PM. Not exactly the notice he wanted for a party that he was hosting. She could

“Darling-” he groaned out but she wasn’t breaking down. Instead she wrapped her arms around him, making Izzy look at her. Their foreheads touching before he was swooping in to kiss her, feeling her smile against his lips. “Let me get this sweater on and then I will help you set up, okay?” He didn’t complain, there was no use in it. If Marie wanted an ugly sweater party they were having it.

Izzy looked up from his punch, looking at Marie in front of the Christmas tree. His nieces and nephews around her as they glued haphazardly ornaments she was helping them make. She looked so alive with all the kids climbing over her and he wondered if he should bring up the topic of kids again or if she would still say no. Izzy was neutral, either way he was happy but Marie was always so good with the little ones, the patience of a Saint and endless ideas to keep the tiny crumb snatchers entertained.

She was rising, moving over to him and wrapping her arms around his stomach, letting Izzy kiss her like he had been dying to do and smiling at him. The smile made the headache of hosting worth it.

“Thank you.” she was soft eyed, serious as Izzy rubbed her hip wanting to kick everyone out of their home and just lay her down on the rub that was probably sticky with sugared hand prints and elmer glue, “I love your family so much and being around them makes the holiday easier to get through.” his heart ached as she confessed this. Izzy was well aware she would always miss her mother but there was relief that she felt like his family was hers.

“I’m sure my siblings all are thankful for you watching their kids as they get drunk.” he joked as she laughed, holding Izzy tighter as she laid her head against his heart and looked at the kids who were using glitter in irresponsible ways.

“I like being around the kids. It makes me realize how nice it is to enjoy them when they’re little and how to take my time because everything changes.” Marie looked up at Izzy, his eyes turning to her, “But I like when they go and we can have all the house to ourselves too.” And she kissed him then, taking her time as her tongue slid into his mouth, tasting the sweet punch and the cigarettes he had been sneaking outside to smoke despite the foot of snow he hadn’t gotten around to shoveling yet.

Izzy held his wife close, warming all over. Maybe it was the sweater that she had him in or maybe it was the peace of being home for Christmas surrounded by all the people he loved. Either way, Izzy was thankful.

[unknownperson246]

Axl Rose in Welcome the jungle and it’s so easy

[gnrswife]

Axl Rose Xfem!reader

warnings: smut

words:826

The music was loud, vibrating against the soles of your shoes that bounced against the hardwood floor. The disco ball spun above you, the light ricocheting of the walls, smoke filled the air and your lungs. Your best friend was dancing wildly in front of you, your back pressed to some girl who's hands held you tightly by the waist, your best friend moved closer and placed her hands on your shoulders. The three of you moved in sync, you could feel the eyes of the others around you.

Some looked on in disgust but most looked on in lust, especially Axl. He knew his eyes should be on his girlfriend, your best friend. But he found them wandering to you, letting his eyes roam your body. He had to readjust himself multiple times at the sight of your thick ass pressed tightly to someone's body, he had the urge to replace her with himself but he knew that would cause a shit fight.

"You're looking at the wrong girl" slash tutted, his own eyes drank in your outfit. Neither of the boys could keep their eyes off you, the way your tight black dress hugged every curve of your smooth body. "She's so fucking hot!".

Axl nods in agreement, he can't find the words to say. He's so obsessed with you right now, he can't look away. He's imagining the way you taste, the way you feel, the way you would moan his name when he filled your tight cunt with his cock. "I gotta ask her to dance" slash states, Axl hand is quick to grasp his wrist. Pulling him back down onto the couch, with one look Slash nods understanding you had been marked, even if he already has a girlfriend. No one was to touch Axl Rose's girl.

Your best friend pulls away, holding her hand to her mouth.

Eyes wide she darts out of the crowd, you follow closely behind. You find yourself in the bathroom holding her hair back as she throws her insides up into a ceramic bowl. "I feel like shit".

You let out a laugh and grab a cloth, running it under the cold water you bring it over to your best friend and dab her face. "Let's get you to bed yeah?" She nods and lets you walk her out of the bathroom and down a hall, moments later you're tucking her into Axl's bed and heading back to the party.

Your back on the dance floor, throwing back your drink and getting back into the music. You don't take notice when a body stands behind you, strong hands pulling you close.

You're used to people dancing on you, with you. You didn't mind the attention, you just liked to dance and let loose.

"You look so fucking sexy".

Your heart skips a beat and you're quick to put the voice to the face, his breath is hot on the tip of your ear. You know you should pull away but you let him flatten his palm to your stomach, helping you move your hips against his. "Do you know how fucking hard it's been for me to watch you and not touch you?"

You shake your head, his hands brush down the length of your arms. Lacing his fingers with yours only to pull them up and around his neck, the angle gives him a nice view down your dress. His cock hardens even more within his leather pants , he presses himself tighter against you. You can feel him between your ass cheeks, subconsciously you bend just slightly.

"Naughty girl" he groans, holding tightly onto your waist. He slips one hand up the length of your stomach and palms your breast over your dress, a soft moan slips from your lips. "You like me touching you?"

"Please Ax... I like it" your voice is too quiet over the sound of the music but your body is answering his question. Your hands slip from his neck, bending over even more and placing your hands to your knees.

He clenches his jaw, he could slip his cock out and fuck you right here, infront of everyone. Give them a real good show, let them see your heavy tits bounce as he pounds you on the dance floor. "So desperate for me sweet girl" he chuckles, his fingers lock around your hair and pull you up straight, a sharp sting runs down the back of your neck. He presses your body against his own. He begins walking you out of the dance floor, only a few eyes on the two of you. slash watches on in jealousy, imagining himself behind you instead. "Erin is in your room" you find yourself saying as he walks the two of you down the hall you had been down not too long ago, his chuckle is deep and it vibrates against your back. "Did you hear-"

"I heard you"

He opens the door to his room and pushes you inside, your eyes falling to your best friend who's passed out in the bed.

The dim light from the lamp in the corner casts a shadow of the two of you over her sleeping frame.

You turn quickly but meet his chest, he grips your jaw tightly and your eyes widen at the harshness. "You want to be a slut and let me touch you on the dance floor... well you can be a good little slut and let me fuck you next to your best friend".

You grip his wrist and pull, he chuckles again and pushes you towards the bed, the back of your knees hit the bed and you use all your strength in your calves to stop yourself from falling onto the mattress.

"Are you going to be a good girl?"

Your mind is racing, you've wanted to fuck Axl since you met him. You've always wanted to be in your best friend's shoes, you wanted Axl for yourself. But you let her have him because she called dibs first. "Answer me"

"Yes... I'll be a good girl"

"That's what I thought"

His lips are on yours before you can change your mind, his tongue slipping between your open mouth. Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer, he tastes the way you expect him to. Whiskey and cigarettes, it's intoxicating. You can't get enough of him, he also can't get enough of you. His hands are roaming your body, squeezing and kneading the flesh of your hips. In one swift movement he yanks the top of your dress down, your breasts spill out in an almost slow motion movement. "So fucking perfect".

He grabs a handful and kneads, pinching and rubbing your hardened nipple between his fingers. Your back arches pushing your chest closer to him, his mouth envelopes your nipple. "Oh fuck"

Your legs turn to jelly and your bum hits the mattress, your body frozen as your best friend turns in her sleep. Axl doesn't let up his assaults on your tits, his face buried between the two. Your heart is racing, scared she will wake up and catch the two of you. "Don't worry about her... look at me".

You turn your head, he slips his shirt over his head. Your fingers are running down the length of his stomach, staring at his hard pecs. "Like what you see?"

"So much. I like it so fucking much"

His palm meets your throat and he pulls up from the bed.

"Shit.. I knew I should have fucked you when I met you"

He drops his hand from your throat and steps back, unzipping his shorts as his eyes roam your body. You're not sure where this new found confidence comes from, you're pushing the thought of your best friend to the back of your mind. Stepping over you sit on the ottoman at the end of the bed, scootching back just enough.

"What are you doing?" He questions, he's standing naked and proud in front of you.

Watching every movement you make, his cock is hard and bobbing as he steps towards you. "Touch me".

You part your knees dropping your legs wide, his eyes zone in on your wet pussy. "Fucking hell".

He can't believe the sight in front of him, he's sure he's died and gone to heaven. Your pussy is perfect, arousal leaks from your tight hole. He drops to his knees in front of you when you reach down and spread your lips for him, his hand gripping your wrist before you can push a finger in. "Your going to fucking kill me".

He's breathing in the scent of your cunt, pressing the palms of his hands to the back of your thighs and pushing them to your chest. Your breasts pressed tightly against your legs, both holes staring him in the face. You clench when he flattens his tongue out and runs it up the length of your pussy. "Holy fucking... SHIT!" You cry out, head thrown back as he devours your pussy. He's sucking hard on your clit, pushing two of his large fingers inside of your hole. "Oh god Ax... so fucking good.. yes oh yes just like that!"

He pushes in a third finger, spreading you wide for him. Your arousal coats his lips and hands, it's everywhere, you're making such a mess on him. His cock is throbbing, pre cum stains the floor, his fingers are pounding in and out of you with such force your back hits the mattress and causes your

best friend to stir again. "Yes yes oh yes harder.. fuck! Ax I need your cock. please please give me your cock" your begging, tears are spilling from your eyes.

"Such a needy little slut... can't be patient can you"

"No no I can't Axl, please... I need you"

With one swift moment he's pulling you down onto his cock, he's stretching you wide. An almost burning sensation hits you but is quickly swept away with the rough thrust of his hips. He wraps an arm around your waist and brings you up to the bed, your eyes meeting your best friends closed ones.

"Look at me"

His hips thrust deep and hard, your brain feels like it's floating in water "I said look at me!"

He grabs your chin and pulls your head, you stare up at him as he fucks you into the mattress. You reach up to hold onto his shoulder blades "fuck Ax... you feel so good".

"That's it sweet girl... taking my cock so well. Your pussy is mine. Do you understand me? Mine... your mine."

"I'm yours Ax....only yours.."

"That's right... fucking your best friends boyfriend hmm, how are you gonna tell her? How are you gonna tell her l only want this pussy and not hers"

The bed shakes under you, your breasts pressed firmly against his chest. He pulls out of you and spins you around, nudging his knee between your legs. You lean down on your elbows and push your bum out for him, he slips back inside of you. "Should we wake her?"

You shake your head, biting down on your lip as he slips into you. His heavy balls hitting against your sensitive clit, he leans over you slightly leaving kisses on your back. "Go on...moan my name into her ear. Wake her up”

Again you shake your head, his fingers pull at your hair until your back meets his chest, one hand palms your breast while the other toys with your clit. "Come on baby girl... I can feel your sweet little cunt clenching around me.. you close?"

"Mhmm"

Your cock drunk, arousal soaks your inner thighs and the bed. The sound of your skin slapping fills the room and your gobsmacked it hasn't woken her up yet, you can't hold onto your moans anymore. He's pounding your sweet post so hard you're sure you'll squirt. "Fuck your doing so well.. a little louder".

Your toes are curling, body sweating, the familiar white spots appear in your vision. The butterflies in your belly are fighting hard, you are squeezing so tight around him he pushes you back down onto the bed.

Pressing the side of your face into the mattress as you cum around him. Your screams and moans are muffled by the duvet, your body shakes as he chases his relief. He's quick to pull out of you and cum on your ass, clenching your hips as he jerks the last of his cum out.

Your body trembles as your orgasm begins to fade and the realization of what just happened settles in, you notice your hand is holding onto your best friend's leg and she still hasn't woken.

"What the fuck did I just do".

A/N: i never know who to write about anymore

[eddiiiieeee]

Hate myself for loving you!

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar! Reader

warning: language and adult themes

enemies to lovers (slow burn)

events of upside never happened.

face claims for Miranda and Mark are Maryl streep and robert di naro

border/lace credit to @benkeibear

the songs mentioned and lyrics are current songs. they ARE NOT MINE. i will be listing the songs in a separate post. but imagine whatever song in a rock/metal sound.

1989!

“absolutely fucking not.” Eddie scoffed as he glared and Mark, Corroded Coffins manager. The rest of the guys stayed absolutely quiet. “and why not Munson? mind you ever since you two started out they’ve always been on top of us no matter what! so what could possibly make you not want to make a song together! you both play the same genre so what the fuck is the problem now Munson?” Mark said as he glared at Eddie. “Problem is they are a fucking disgrace to rock music! simple.” Eddie said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“fuck no!” y/n said as she stared at Stacey in complete disgust, The girls looking over at y/n knowing the exact reason for her outburst. “and why not?” Miranda asked raising her eyebrows at y/n which wasn’t a good sign. “because… we always top their songs on the charts! we’d be doing them a favour if anything.” y/n said as she crossed her hands over her chest. Miranda wasn’t convinced. she knew there was a reason. but she just couldn’t put her finger on it.

“he threw a whole tantrum, said that he refused to sing with a bunch of disgraces to the rock world as he put it” Mark said over the phone as Miranda walked down the halls of their record label, walking back to her office as her assistant followed her. “threatening wouldn’t work….” Miranda mumbled as she moved to sit on her chair, behind her desk “i’m all out of ideas Miranda.” Robert huffed as Miranda rubbed the bridge of her nose “i’ll call you back Mark” Miranda said as she ended the call and stared at the frame on her desk. a picture of all the girls when they won their first grammy.

Eddie walked out the building and rolled his eyes as their cameras began flashing. it was a well known fact all over the world that Eddie munsons biggest enemy was paparazzi. they annoyed him too much. he put his glasses on before walking over to his car, pushing through the large crowd as he made it inside his car and drove off, not giving a fuck who was where. he just wanted to go home and relax. he took a glance at his glove box. knowing exactly what he’d hid in there. when he moved to open it he took a glance back at the street only to press on the break

1986!

Eddie ran through the hallways of hawkins, in his first, was a paper. hes going to graduate. the most important thing right now was to find her and tell her that he’d done it. that he’d passed. he’d gotten to her locker right when she did, he wrapped his arms around her and spun her around before slamming his lips against hers as she let out a fit of giggles. once he put her down he looked at her as he wore the biggest smile she’d ever seen on his face. “what?” y/n giggled as she licked her lips, wiping off her red lipstick from Eddie’s face.

“i’m fucking graduating. i passed!” Eddie smiled as he handed y/n the paper, she grabbed it her smile soon after copying the same one he had on his face. “you did it! i’m so proud of you!” she smiled as she hugged him tightly. Eddie wrapped his arms around her waist again as he felt her arms around his neck. he took in her scent as he kissed the side of her head. “and since i did, i’m taking you out for dinner and then a lovely two course desert back at my place” he teased as he bumped their noses, causing y/n to smile as she gave him a peck “i’m not apposed to the idea” she smiled before watching as Dustin ran over to the two

“watch it ya fucking asshole!” y/n yelled as she had pulled Robin back from getting run over, therefore their coffee landing all over the road. the girls were too caught up in making sure they were ok that they hadn’t noticed who the driver was. Eddie had noticed who he almost ran over, his face fell for a moment before he hit the gas and sped off. y/n glared at the car from the back cursing under her breath “i hate new yorkers.” y/n said as Robin chuckled “if you haven’t realised we are new yorkers” Robin said to which y/n rolled her eyes

“you wanna get another coffee?” Robin asked as y/n shrugged “sure, the asshole ruined mine anyway” she said as she put her hands back into her leather coats jacket as she and robin walked back into the store. Eddie gulped as he’d realised who he almost ran over, he rubbed his chest as he felt it tighten. their time together bringing tears to his eyes. it was all his fault. she hated him and it was his fault. she would never believe him. he missed her. ached for her. Eddie turned the radio on in hopes of it changing his mood. but he was met with her voice booming through the stereo. it was the song that made Glass Army the band that it is today. the song came out right after Corroded coffin released their first single, Vampire. which was dedicated to y/n. “up next! Glass Army’s hit song, I don’t care!” the radio host said as the song started.

Eddie remembers vividly the first time he heard the song. the hurt in y/n’s voice in the recording. which was kept in. it was her response to Vampire and Eddie knew it, because the cover of Vampire was a polaroid of y/n’s hand on Eddie’s guitar. her face didn’t show, it was just her hands around the neck of his guitar. they took the picture after y/n jokingly got long nails with bats on them for their prom. they looked great and that’s why Eddie took the picture, she had slipped on all his rings too. but the cover image to i don’t care was a bunch of polaroids, on fire. one of the polaroids were of Eddie’s old van and their tree carvings. of course, the E in the picture was burnt out but Eddie knew.

1986!

y/n giggled as Eddie inspected each nail “that’s so fucking cool baby” Eddie chuckled as y/n smiled, moving to peck his lips before grabbing his hands and slipping his rings off, if this was in any other instance with someone else, Eddie would’ve caused a scene at his rings being taken, but it was y/n. he’d give her his soul and organs if she asked. y/n laid on Eddie’s bed as she grabbed sweetheart from next to her, placing it on her as she wrapped her hands on its neck in a way to show off her nails, Eddie grabbed his camera and snapped a bunch of pictures.

Wayne smiled as he heard their giggles through the walls. Eddie put the guitar and camera aside before he climbed on top of y/n, his hands on either side of her head, his lips ghosting hers as she stared into his eyes. their lips connected as they moved to the rythme of ‘still loving you’ by the scorpions in the back. “you know i love you?” Eddie muttered against her lips as her lipstick smeared off, she nodded kissing him again as she wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him close “i know ed’s…i know.” she muttered back

[urnothere12]

Could you write something where Axl and Reader are childhood best friends and lovers. Total opposites. She leaves Lafayette with him but when he was starting to get famous he cheated on her.

she caught them in the act and instead of being angry she got sad because she had a feeling it would happen one day with the Rockstar life style. While the other woman rush out reader just stood there looking at him with a sad expression while he cried and begged for her forgiveness. She walked slowly, sat on the bed then asked him softly to go shower because he smells like her, he gets scared because he thinks she's gonna run away while he's in there but she promises to still be there when he gets back. When he finishes washing himself he finds her sitting up in bed, sheets, blankets and pillows changed looking down at her hands and he's speechless because he doesn't wanna say or do anything, he just wants to stop time right there. She looks up at him and pats to the spot beside her, so he hops into bed and she lays on his chest, knowing it'll be the last time she does it. He cries softly into her hair and she makes circles with her fingers on his chest. "You know I can't stay right? That wouldn't be fair, on both of us." She says and he just keeps apologizing. They both eventually fall asleep but when axl wakes up, she's gone.

Gnr goes onto be one of the biggest bands in the world, none of them have heard from reader since the incident, and none of them speak of her like she's a taboo topic, it's like they tricked themselves into thinking the sweetest human they'd ever met wasn't even apart of their lives. That was till axl speaks about her in an interview, keeping her name anonymous but telling their love story and how it ended, leaving a secret message at the end for her to hear. The next day his manager says he has a guest, as soon as he saw the back of her head he knew it was her, he picked up his pace and a smile lit up his face until she turned around and he saw a small diamond on her finger. They talk about they're lives, reader went to college and became a teacher, both of them avoiding the elephant in the room for as long as possible, knowing it'll hurt when it's spoken. "So you got married" axl says, secretly hoping it's just for decoration. "Yes" reader replies and his heart dropped. "He treating you right?" Axl asks with his fists clenched. "Oh Axl, he's the sweetest, maybe one day you'll meet him" she says with a slight smile looking down at her hands, but she knows they'll never be close enough to be in each other's lives again.

I cant think of a way to end this, but he's sad and she walks off feeling bitter sweet.

Hiiii I’m so sorry it’s late but it’s finally here! Hope you enjoy it!

Patience

words: 979

Warnings: *angst* *cussing* *heartbreak* *cheating*

You and Axl have a long sweet history. You were his best friend and you've been his girlfriend since you both were 16. You and Axl are total opposites that is what made your guy’s on-and-off relationship more compelling. You and Axl left Lafayette together in 1982. Around 1985 Guns n Roses started to get more well-known. Axl had cheated on you multiple times but you keep deciding to forgive him. When you finally feel that he would not cheat on you he does. You catch Axl fucking some other woman in your guys’s bed. You open the door and watch them making love. You enter the room. 

“I didn't know I swear, If I did know I never would have been here,” the woman says filled with shame and embarrassment. She gives Axl a hateful glare as she rushes to the bathroom. The other woman quickly rushes to the bathroom, puts her clothes on, and rushes out the door. You wait to speak until the other woman leaves.

“Oh Axl,” you say with a sting of disappointment and sadness in your face.

“Y/N no please forgive me I beg you Y/N please just forget this and we will start all over again,” Axl begs and cries. 

You slowly walk over to the bed without saying anything to him. You sit down.

“Axl please go take a shower you smell like her,” you say softly with tears welling in your eyes.

“Y/N if I go shower you're going to run away. I know you are” Axl says sadly.

“Axl I promise I'm not going to run away,” You say reassuringly to Axl.

Axl heads on into the bathroom and you hear the shower running. He takes 40 minutes to wash off the other woman's scent thoroughly. When he exits the bathroom with his wet red hair he finds you sitting on the bed that you changed everything about. You changed the sheets, you changed the pillows and you changed the blankets. He finds you looking at your hands. He doesn't want to say or do anything. He just wishes he could stop time right there. Axl's thoughts are interrupted when you look up at him and pat the spot beside you. You're inviting Axl on the bed and he accepts the invitation. Axl lets you lay on his chest. He knows that you have had enough of his cheating bullshit and it was the last time you would ever cuddle together. He starts to cry into your hair because of his realization. You slowly start to comfort Axl by making small circles on his chest.

“Axl you know I can't stay right? That wouldn't be fair on both of us” you say quietly.

“Y/N I am sorry that I hurt you,”  Axl says while crying.

You don't respond to him. After a couple of minutes, both of you fall asleep in each other's arms. It's now 7 a.m Axl is still asleep and you decide to grab your things and quietly slip out the door. 

It's now 9:06 and when Axl wakes up all your things are gone and you're nowhere to be seen in his sight. Axl is incredibly sad and he's hurting.

After 6 years go by it's now 1988 and this is when Guns n Roses got famous. None of them have heard from you after you left Axl. They never speak about you but still have internalized thoughts of you. They truly did believe that you were the kindest person they had ever met and they were sad that you weren't a part of their lives anymore. You watch an interview about guns.

“Do you have anyone that is special to you?” the interviewer asks Axl.

“Well, there was this special lady who I truly still care about. I’ve hurt plenty of times. Me and I were good friends in Lafayette and we met at school. We dated on and off for about 5 years. I eventually left Lafayette with her and it all ended after a couple of years.” Axl reminiscences.

 “Listen old lover of Lafayette, if you still want to meet, I'm here like the sun that never went away. All you need is a little patience.” Axl says into the screen with a hopeful glint in his softened eyes.

You immediately knew what he was talking about. He made the message for you the first time he got caught cheating on you. The next day the manager goes to Axl. 

“We have a guest,” the manager says.

Axl sees the back of your brown hair and he knows it's you. A smile lit up on his face as he watched you turn around. He spotted a small diamond on her finger. You go up to Axl and you start to conversate with him.

“Hi Axl,” you say, forcing a smile on your face.

“I missed you Y/N,” Axl says quietly.

“So what have you been up to?” you ask Axl.

“Well the band got famous and you know where I am now,” Axl says softly.

Axl reciprocates the question you asked him.

“I went to college back in Lafayette and I went back to California to become a teacher.” You say.

“So you got married?” Axl asks, hiding the pain on his face.

“Yes, I did,” you say smiling. 

“Is he treating you right?” Axl asks, forcing a smile on his face. His fists are clenched and it secretly hurts you but you want him to feel the hurt.

"Oh Axl, he's the sweetest, maybe one day you'll meet him," you say smiling while looking down at your hands.

You know that you and Axl won't be close in each other's lives again and that hurts you and him deeply. Axl is very hurt and starts to tear up and you walk off feeling bittersweet.