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#rcsechild - 409 posts

#mobile. - 117 posts

#1985. - 97 posts

#1991. - 63 posts

#main verse: 1990. - 47 posts

#1990. - 36 posts

#valentine's day. - 31 posts

#otp. - 22 posts

#axl. - 22 posts

#1992. - 18 posts

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#ˋ ♡ ❛ 𝐀𝐔 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟎𝐬 ❫ : so nevermind the darkness we still can find a way.

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#5

❝ ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the seatbelt sign as we make our final approach to the indianapolis airport. please, make sure your seat backs and tray-tables are in their full, upright position. your carry-on luggage must be stowed underneath the seat in front of you. the local time is nine thirteen in the morning, and the temperature is a chilly thirty-six degrees with light snow. thank you for flying united airlines and happy thanksgiving, ❞ one of the flight attendants heralds over the intercom as the plane begins to descend slowly out of the clouds. her gentle voice combined with the customary ding of the seatbelt sign illuminating quickly pulls erin’s attention from the colorful magazine that she’s been reading. she closes it almost instantly and slips it into the seat pocket in front of her, her eyes lighting up with happiness and excitement as she can barely wait to be home.

far below, there’s acres and acres of fields, lightly dusted with snow, and small dark dots and swirls that after a moment reveal themselves as houses and roads. it looks so beautiful, erin thinks to herself before turning her head to the side to smile at the older redhead. ❝ axl? ❞ she whispers, instinctively reaching for one of her husband’s hands as she wants to cling to him in one way or another when they touch down. she’s never truly managed to overcome her fear of flying, but now seated in the middle, between her boys, with axl on her right in the aisle seat and sebastian beside the window, erin does feel somewhat safe… or rather less nervous than usual. ❝ you have to put your seatbelt on, honey, ❞ she coos in a sing-song voice, unable to disguise her giddiness as her fingers squeeze his own. this is undoubtedly the happiest she’s ever been. a warm smile tugging at her lips as she glances at her son, sleeping soundly with his head in her lap. her scarf turned into a makeshift pillow. ❝ gosh, i hate to be the one to wake him up. he looks like a little angel. our baby boy. ❞ murmuring softly as she affectionately caresses her son’s cheek, she knows how much he dislikes being stirred awake so she makes sure to be extra loving during the process.

❝ little love. wake up, little love, ❞ erin whispers, dark curls tickling his face as she leans in to plant a soft kiss on his shoulder. ❝ wake up and look where we are. ❞ the plane banks a little and continues its descent, the silhouettes of the buildings more define now, fields replaced by urban architecture, the lights of I-70 shimmering. after a moment, the landing gear comes to life with a low hum. ❝ and guess what? it’s snowing. ❞ she has a feeling today is going to be the best day of her son’s life, with two of his dreams coming true — celebrating thanksgiving with mamaw in his favorite place and learning he’s to be a big brother. she still can’t believe it’s happening to them, after such a long time of doubt and fear. sebastian is going to be over the moon. after all, he’s been asking for a baby sister for quite some time. ❝ wake up, bubby. you have to hold elmo real tight ‘cause we’re about to land. ❞��

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28 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#4

this boy. gosh, this boy will never not melt her heart, erin thinks as a hint of sheer wonderment reaches her bright blue eyes, making them twinkle with joy. a smile as warm as the sun outside tugs at the corners of her lips and lights up her entire face. motherhood can be overwhelming and incredibly stressful at times, all the tantrums and sleepless nights, the why’s and how’s, but it’s all worth it in the end. after all, she never thought, not even in her wildest dreams, that she’d receive such a sweet, heartfelt birthday present. instantly, she scoops her son up into her arms, refusing to acknowledge he’s already eight years old and soon she most likely won’t be able to pick him up, and sits him on her lap. arms curling around his body as she plants at least a dozen of kisses on his cheek, she squeezes him close to her and basks in the warmth of his skin. ❝ did you draw this all by yourself? ❞ she asks with a sweet smile, gently moving the chocolate away as she picks up the drawing to take a closer look at it.

❝ oh, wow! it’s me! you drew a picture of mommy! i even have blue eyes and brown hair and… i’m wearing the cutest pink dress in the world! this is so beautiful! the most beautiful picture in the whole wide world! ❞ she praises in a sing-song voice, resting her chin on her son’s shoulder as she marvels at the picture in her hands. the attention to detail is truly impressive. she wouldn’t trade this piece of art for any of da vinci or van gogh’s paintings, wouldn’t trade it for anything. this is way better, way more exquisite and gorgeous, way more meaningful. ❝ can mommy frame it and put it on the wall like they do in art galleries? ❞ she asks, tracing the pretty heart with her fingertip. her nose begins to tingle and eyes fill up with tears of happiness as she struggles to keep her emotions at bay. he’s too pure for this world, too precious. ❝ and you even made sure to give me my favorite candy?! what?! ❞ and suddenly it is. it really is her favorite candy. days old and with the wrapper slightly torn — it’s clearly been through a lot, but she doesn’t mind. nothing’s ever looked quite as delicious to her before. ❝ this is the best birthday present ever! thank you so, so, so much, sebastian rose, ❞ she murmurs, hugging her son while also showering his face with kisses. what did she do to deserve this sweet angel?

29 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

#3

ˋ ⛅️ ❛ 1990s ❫ : 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

cherry pie is far from being the most difficult piece in erin’s recipe books, but she’s learned that it can be quite the challenge when most of the assistance comes from a pair of tiny hands, eager to help each and every step of the way, but even more eager to play with all the ingredients and raise havoc. so, as the tasks become more and more complicated and the soft wrinkles on sebastian’s forehead begin to deepen, his sweet features growing visibly bored, the curly-haired brunette comes up with the perfect solution that will allow her to finish baking while also keeping the little boy occupied and entertained. ❝ would you like to paint a picture for dada? huh? does that sound like fun? what do you think, picasso? gosh, look at yourself, that’s not lotion, bashy bear, ❞ she muses with a soft laugh, wiping her flour-covered hands on her apron before slipping them beneath the boy’s armpits to pick him up and carry him off the counter. he grunts and kicks his legs, visibly displeased as his mother keeps him from smearing the entire bowl of filling across his chest and arms. she takes him to the living room and spreads a large sheet of paper on the floor, surrounds the toddler with different paints and brushes. ❝ i’ll be right back, okay? i’ll just put our pie in the oven. mmm, our yummy pie. it’s gonna be so delicious because you helped me out. be good now, my little artist, ❞ she coos, stroking his strawberry-tinged hair as he dips both of his palms in paint and lets out a happy squeal.

it’s a typical saturday morning for them, especially now that axl’s touring with his band. erin wants their son to have a normal childhood, even if his father’s job is anything but ordinary. so, she stills puts madonna’s on the radio as soon as they wake up, bakes pies and muffins, hangs out with her friends and their babies, arranges play dates to keep sebastian’s mind stimulated and busy. she’s explained to him time and time again that they have to share daddy with his fans, that everybody loves him and wants to see him, that it would be unfair of them to keep him from doing what he’s always dreamed of doing, but at the end of the day her son is still just a toddler who needs and misses his father more than anything in this world. when they were younger, during axl’s very first tour, it was just the two of them and things got extremely messy. she spent weeks ignoring him, thinking he was sleeping in another woman’s bed, doing all kinds of shady things. this time, she can’t let it happen. she can’t let herself dive into that kind of mindset, she has to be more mature, but it’s only may and he’s supposed to come home in november. she has no idea how they’ll survive that long without each other, what will happen to their family… it’s all terrifying to think of. so, she discreetly wipes the small tear that’s rolling down her cheek and focuses on the pie, trying to keep herself busy. she’s humming to herself as she absently twirls around the kitchen, dark curls tumbling down her back, the light blue dress she’s wearing flaring out around her slender legs. ❝ true love, you’re the one i’m dreamin’ of. your heart fits me like a glove and i’m gonna be true blue, baby, i love you. ❞ she sings softly, using a wooden spoon as microphone as she dances around with flour on her hands and cheek. coaxing a fit of giggles out of her son.

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74 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

#2

❛ 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟏 ❫ : 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭.

someone’s once said that becoming a parent is the ultimate shift from self-centered living to selfless living. erin believes that there’s no truer statement. for the past four months her life has revolved solely around her baby boy. and although motherhood is the one thing that she’s always dreamed about and there’s nothing she loves more than tending to sebastian’s every need, it’s definitely taking a toll on her mental health ( without her realizing ). she used to be such a fun, outgoing person and now she can’t remember the last time she got to leave the house or had a friend over, let alone went on a date with her husband. even their new year’s eve ended up being a complete disaster with her mood doing a full one-eighty upon learning that slash had invited them to join him and their other friends downtown and that axl was actually ready to just ditch their son and party the night away. what kind of parent leaves their newborn baby with a babysitter on a day as special as their very first new year’s eve? not the loving kind, for sure. so, she threw a fit, changed into her yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt and stayed home with sebastian. to say that they’ve been struggling ever since would be an understatement. even their baby, who was always such a great sleeper and the happiest little boy, now cries most of the time and only sleeps when one of his parents is holding him. sleep-deprived, impulsive and even more sensitive than before, erin has no idea how to pull her life together and almost no energy to fight for her marriage. sometimes, when things get intense, the only person keeping her from stealing one of axl’s guns and ending her suffering is sebastian.

of course, the one time she gives in and lets axl stay home with the baby all by himself, instead of packing everything up and taking the whiny newborn to the doctor’s office with her, everything goes wrong. her appointment is at 4 p.m., and she knows that she has to be home before 7 p.m. because axl’s playing a show later this evening, the very first one in 1991 if she remembers correctly, and she has to stay home with bastian. she doesn’t really want the entire city, or worse — the entire world, to learn that they’ve had a baby. for safety and privacy reasons. that’s what she’s telling herself, how she justifies her refusal to go to the show with the baby. but that’s only partially true. her son’s immune system is still so very weak that she sees the idea of spending even a second in a crowded room with him as something life-threatening. she leaves the doctor’s office late, heads home in late-afternoon, rush-hour traffic and soon finds herself stuck in a jam of honking cars and frustrated drivers. unfortunately, she doesn’t make it home on time, but it doesn’t really stress her out. she expects to find beta, the new babysitter that axl’s found in some newspaper, in their living room with sebastian in her arms, but what she finds instead is a note. a note that makes her heart lurch into her throat, pounding uncomfortably. her palms sweating. jesus christ.

the next thing she knows, her red jeep is back on the streets, maneuvering dangerously between other vehicles. it’s the longest ride of her entire life. minutes feel like hours as she can’t help but worry about her baby, wonder if he’s okay. he probably isn’t. after all, he has the dumbest, most selfish father in the world. maybe he’s locked in some nasty bathroom, scared and crying, with a diaper that most likely hasn’t been changed ever since she left. these thoughts make her want to tear up as she walks into the crowded bar. wearing a white turtle neck, tucked neatly into her skirt, tights and a pair of doc martens, with her long ringlets cascading down her back, she turns a few heads, but she’s too stressed out to even notice. her mind is fixated on one thing and one thing only — finding her baby and bringing him home. her heart is going a hundred miles an hour, and she’s sure the apples of her cheeks match the scarlet tinge of her short corduroy skirt. she’s furious and so very disappointed with axl. how can he possibly be so reckless? he’s done many dumb things in his life, so has she, but this exceeds her wildest expectations. this is undoubtedly the stupidest, most insane thing that the redhead has ever done. the air is thick with cigarette smoke. it’s enough to constrict her lungs and make her cough. she doesn’t even want to begin to imagine what it’s doing to her poor baby boy. a few months ago he had to fight for each breath and now his father just brought him to a place like this. gosh, how could she trust this man? how could she think he’d know how to take care of her baby? she used to love this bar, the food, the atmosphere, but still no four month old belongs in a place like this. frozen in place, she’s looking around nervously, bright eyes scanning every inch of the room.

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145 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@rcsechild said: *watching madonna’s movie in 1990 and the naked scene comes up when erin’s walking through the door*

juggling a bunch of shopping bags and a box of donuts in her arms, erin attempts to slip her key into the lock on the door of her condominium without dropping anything. it proves to be a difficult task, taking her way longer than it probably should. she blames her sudden clumsiness on both the hot, muggy weather outside and the fact that she is growing a little human, and it does drain her energy, making her more sluggish. however, when she finally does manage to twist open the door and step into the brightly lit foyer, a warm smile blooms on her lips almost immediately. happiness filling her sky-blue eyes as she forgets about all her worries and discomfort, and calls out, ❝ honey, i’m home! ❞ she doubts she’ll ever get tired of saying these words. her stomach fills with butterflies and her heart skips a beat every time she comes home to her husband. her husband. it sounds so beautiful. ❝ i got you something. did you feed the dogs? ❞ she uses her shoulder to shut the door behind her and powers forward with all the bags still somehow intact, making it up the short hall to the small kitchen on the right. she doesn’t like asking for help and tries to enjoy her independence while she still can. she carefully sets the groceries down on the counter and is about to start putting them away when a strange sound coming from the living room captures her attention. was that a moan she just heard?!

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