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Hey, I’m Maddy aka ladyfromthe80s! I’m a fan of all things 60s, 70s, 80s (especially 80s), and 90’s rock, metal, and grunge. I write fanfics about the loml, Dave Mustaine.

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My Fanfics:

Rock My World (Full fanfic)

The Interview (Oneshot)

Long Time, No See (Oneshot)

Insomniac (Oneshot)

Each and Every One (Oneshot)

“Each and Every One” - Dave Mustaine x Reader

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Dave had never understood the fascination.

"You've been staring at me for like... five minutes..." He muttered from the couch, lowering the magazine in his hands just enough to look at you.

"I know." You replied.

"...Why?"

You smiled, scooting closer until your knees bumped against his thigh. "I'm admiring you."

His brows pinched together and eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You're up to something."

You held up your hands defensively. "I'm not!"

"You've got that look." He said bluntly.

"What look?"

"The one that means I'm about to regret asking questions."

You laughed, the sound making the corner of his mouth twitch upward despite himself.

"I was just thinking." You said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of his ginger hair away from his forehead. He sighed dramatically but leaned into your touch anyway.

"You have freckles." You said, matter-of-factly.

He chuckled. "...Yeah?"

"They're cute."

"Cute?" He said in disbelief.

"The cutest."

Dave snorted, shaking his head. "You're weird."

"And?"

"And..." He shrugged. "Nothing."

You traced the bridge of his nose with the tip of your finger, following the tiny constellation of freckles scattered across his skin.

"They're everywhere." You murmured reverently.

"Not really..."

"They are."

"They're not."

"They absolutely are." You bickered.

He rolled his eyes. "You're arguing with me about my own face."

You grinned. "And I'm winning."

He huffed out a laugh before catching himself. "They used to bother me, y'know.”

Your teasing grin faded, and your expression softened. "You never told me that."

He looked away, suddenly interested in the coffee table.

"I got made fun of as a kid..." He said with a shrug that tried a little too hard to look casual. "...got called names 'cause of them."

The words landed heavier than he'd intended. You stared at him for a long moment, your eyes darting around his face.

"...Seriously?"

"Mhm." He nodded.

"And people wonder why kids grow up with complexes..." You scoffed.

Dave shrugged again. "Doesn't matter now."

"But it mattered then."

He didn't answer and instead, he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly wishing he'd never brought it up.

You gently took his face in both hands.

"What?"

You leaned in, pressing a tiny kiss on the bridge of his nose. Then another on his left cheek.

"...Sweetheart?"

Another on his right cheek, then his left. His forehead, the corner of his eye, and the tip of his nose. You giggled between kisses, determinedly covering every freckle you could find.

"What are you doing?" He asked, voice already cracking into a laugh.

"Kissing every freckle." You said, grinning like a kid.

"There's too many." He chuckled.

"I've got time."

"You absolutely do not."

"I absolutely do." You insisted.

Before he could protest again, you caught his chin between your fingers and planted another quick kiss on the apple of his cheek. "There."

"You're ridiculous." He chuckled, unable to suppress his smile.

"You're adorable."

"I am not adorable." He rolled his eyes, and made an exaggerated show of groaning. "This is humiliating."

"It'd be humiliating if you didn't secretly like it."

"I don't."

"You're smiling."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"I am absolutely not." He insisted.

You raised an eyebrow. He pressed his lips together, trying and failing to hide the grin tugging at them. You giggled, brushing your finger across the bridge of his nose again.

"I don't get it." He admitted more quietly after a moment. "Out of everything... that's what you're obsessed with?"

"Mhm." You nodded.

"They're just freckles."

"They're your freckles."

Something about the way you said it made him pause. "So?"

"So they belong to the face I love looking at." You answered simply. "Every little one is part of you."

"You really don't think they're... weird?"

You frowned. "Dave."

"What?”

"I think they're beautiful."

His expression softened upon hearing that. He'd spent years trying not to notice them. As a kid he'd scrubbed at his face harder than necessary, half-convinced maybe they'd disappear if he washed them hard enough. Later he'd learned to ignore them, to shrug whenever someone pointed them out, pretending the comments rolled off his back. Nobody had ever looked at them like they were something worth admiring.

Nobody except you.

He pulled you into his lap with surprising ease, wrapping both arms around your waist. His brown eyes met yours, warm and impossibly fond.

You cupped his face again, this time not to tease him, but simply to hold him. "And whoever made you think anything otherwise is just wrong."

When you said that, Dave could practically feel his heart melting. Then he bumped his nose against yours. "...You missed one."

"What?"

"One freckle."

He pointed — very seriously — to the edge of his jaw.

Your eyes narrowed. "Oh?"

"Mhm."

"You're sure?"

"Positive." He insisted.

You leaned over dramatically, searching his face with exaggerated concentration before pressing one lingering kiss exactly where he'd indicated.

"There."

He smirked. "...Still missed one."

"You're making them up now."

"Maybe."

"You're evil." You giggled.

"Maybe."

"Then I guess I should start over." You laughed, burying your face against his shoulder as he wrapped you up in another hug. "Y'know, just to be sure?"

Dave chuckled. "I suppose."

You pulled away to look into his eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. "Because every last freckle deserves to know that it's loved."

And for once, Dave had no comeback. He simply smiled, closed his eyes, and let you kiss him all over again.