#axl x reader

Axl was buzzing, fingers tapping the wheel a grin stretched wide, cocky and sunlit. He sped down the road at least five miles over the limit. You chuckle, “Axl, slow down. If you get a ticket, your parents will kill you.”

He waves you off, pulling sharply into the neighborhood with a skid. “You forget who you're driving with,” he turns giving you a wink "I'll charm my way out of it" you roll your eyes, turning his head back to the road.

"Eyes on the road" you bite back. He was a ridiculous idiot but you love him.

The moment the car stopped, Axl practically launched himself out of the seat. Jogging around to your side opening the door with a dramatic bow, holding his hand out as though you were royalty.

“Now,” you turn to him eyes serious, “Are you sure no one’s gonna show up? Because last time—”

He cuts you off, pulling you up the front steps. "Mom and Dad are working, Sues at Brads practicing for some dorky thing and Bricks at the library." Your still tense, looking at him skeptically. When he opens the door to an silent house, no tv blaring, or sue stressing about her newest tryout. Not even Brick whispering to himself, your actually alone. You exhale, finally letting the tension roll off your back. Axl steps behind you, hands finding your waist, his lips brushing your neck with a grin you could feel.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he murmured, voice warm and lazy. “Just you and me, all alone” he wiggles his eyebrows.

You turn, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down the hall. “Then let's make the most of an empty house.” He doesn't need to be told twice. You slip into his room in front of him, jumping on his bed. He instantly joins you jumping on top of you. You giggle head falling back as he starts kissing your neck. That's when your eyes find his football jersey. Hanging in his closet, frankie must of put it there for the game tomorrow. You lift your head, a smirk on your face "Hey Axl" he lifts his head, pupils blown as he eagerly awaits your next words. "How about we infuse your Jersey with some luck before the game tomorrow night." He's frantically nodding scrambling off the bed and towards his closet yanking the jersey off the hanger. He holds the jersey out to you akin to how a dog would after retrieving a ball. You move off the bed doing a strip tease for him. Slowly striping for him till your only stood in your underwear.

His breath caught. “Oh my god.” You smile slipping on his jersey "Jesus, your going to kill me" he mutters hands quickly reaching out for you, gripping your hips roughly pulling you into his lap. You giggle wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You can't die yet were just getting to the good part". You lean in teasingly brushing your lips to his. Axl not know for his patience closes the gap. The kiss is rough, a battle of tongues and Axl was grinning as though he was winning.

The bed creaked under your weight, as the two of you fall against it. He rolls on top of you lips separating for barely a second. You tug him closer, fingers tangled in his hair. The jersey rides up your thighs as his hands roamed beneath the fabric. He whispers your name against your neck, like it was something sacred.

Time blurs, the two of you getting lost in eachother. Hands roaming bare skin, lips following suit. His breath hitches as your hips meet his, the jersey soft between you, clinging to your skin like it belongs there. Axl’s hands grip tighter, thumbs brushing the curve of your waist.

“You look better in this than I ever did,” he mutters, voice low and rough, forehead pressed to yours. “Swear to God, I’m gonna score three touchdowns just thinking about this.”

You laugh, breathlessly, threading your fingers through his hair. "Focus, Heck"

“Oh, I’m focused,” he said, lips trailing down your jaw. “Laser-focused.” He lifts himself back up, The kiss that followed was slower this time—less frantic, more deliberate. His hands moved like he was memorizing you, tracing the lines of your body beneath the jersey, mapping every reaction. You arched into him, the heat between you simmering, building with every touch.

It boils over, the two of you collapsing into the sheets. You turn to each other sharing laughter and breath and whispered promises. Axl’s grin softened, eyes locked on yours as he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

“I need water. Or electrolytes. Or a trophy.” he lifts himself off the bed pulling back on his underpants.

You laughed. “Go hydrate, champ.” he waves you off shuffling out of the room, still flushed and glowing with post-victory smugness.

Axl jogged down the hall, humming a small tune to himself. He grabs a glass from the kitchen, filling it with water, and as he turns back he freezes almost dropping the glass to the floor.

Brick sat on the couch, book in hand eyes quickly scanning the page. Axl's soul left his body, "Brick?!?" He holds up a finger finishing the page before looking up.

"Yes?" Brick questions back.

Axl quickly moves in front of the confused boy, eyes darting down the hall. He lowers his voice. "What are you doing here, your supposed to be at the library"

“I have a late fee”

Axl groans head in his hands, than he jolts "You weren't here, okay" he looks down the hall quickly before turning back to brick. "You weren't here so you couldn't hear anything" Axl nods along as though trying to convince himself of his own story.

Brick seems to finally understand, "Oh I understand" Axl relaxes nodding his head "You don't want me to tell anyone about the weird noises you were making" Axl flushes covering his face, water sloshing at the sudden movement.

"Yes, I don't want you to swear to me. Swear on your books that you won’t tell Mom, Sue, Dad, anyone.”

Brick shrugged, turning back to his book. “Okay but I want candy” Axl nods.

"Deal, just stay here, don't move, just read your book and stay silent okay?" Brick nods already getting absorbed back into his book. Axl quickly sprints down the hall his dry throat forgotten.

You were still sprawled across the bed, wearing his jersey snuggled into his bed. When Axl burst back into the room, water glass in hand, face pale and tight like he’d just seen a ghost. You sat up slowly, narrowing your eyes. “What’s wrong with your face?”

He freezes “My face is fine.”

You tilted your head. “You look like you committed a crime. Or saw one.”

“I didn’t,” he said too quickly. “Everything’s fine. Totally fine. No crimes. No witnesses.”

You squint. “Axl.”

He hesitates. “What?”

You stared at him, then it hits you “Someone’s home.”

His mouth falls open “No.” You stare at him and he finally cracks under the silence“Okay yes. But it’s not my fault! Brick was supposed to be at the library!”

You blink. “Brick?” You jolt grabbing a pillow and launching it at the tee. He barely moves the glass away in time though in saving the glass the pillow hits him square in the face. "I knew this was going to happen." you fall against the bed, it was bound to happen. Brick was probably the best option though.

Axl panics at your silence,“He’s on the couch, reading he's promised not to say anything” you lift your head and just start laughing. Axl groans laying next to you on the bed. “Don’t laugh! If Brick lets it slip we'll never get a moment alone ever again”

You try to stifle your laughter, he glares at you. "I'm sorry I'm just picturing you walking out there like a dehydrated puppy, post victory." you turn into him trying to mute your laugh against his neck.

"I was hydrating for you" he wraps his arm around you pulling you closer.

the front door of the cramped apartment banged open like a shotgun, followed by a wave of loud, half-drunk laughter and the smell of cheap whiskey, cigarette smoke and some other crap

you were already in the living room, curled up on the worn couch with a rock magazine, when your brother Izzy stumbled in first

“We’re finally home” Izzy announced, kicking the door shut behind the rest of the band “And the living room looks like a goddamn warzone already. Y/N I told you to clean up!”

Slash came in next, tripping over his own boots and catching himself on the wall with a grin “Hey, it wasn’t this bad when we left”

“That’s because we left like four hours ago, dude” Duff laughed, slinging his bass case down and immediately raiding the fridge like he paid rent “Where’s the beer Y/N? We killed everything before we even hit the Strip”

Steven bounced in after him, all wild energy and bleached hair “Yo, Y/N! Your brother dragged us back here ‘cause the van’s busted again. You cool with five smelly rockstars crashing?”

ou ignored them at first but Stevies energy made you look up from your magazine and acknowledge their existence again in here. you raised an eyebrow, trying to sound casual even though the apartment was tiny and already smelled like a dive bar “Five? Izzy didn’t mention he was bringing the whole circus tonight. I thought it was just you idiots dropping him off”

Axl was the last one through the door leather jacket slung over his one shoulder. he gave you a small nod— just the usual acknowledgment since you were Izzy’s little sister and he’d known you since you were all kids running around Indiana. you two weren’t close, exactly. he was Izzy’s childhood best friend and a chaotic frontman of their band and you were… well, the one who usually ended up cleaning up after their messes

“Circus is right” Axl muttered, voice low and raspy from singing all night “Place is a shithole”

“Hey, mind you” you shot back with a grin, sitting up straighter “This shithole has running water and a couch that you can actually sleep on and isn’t infected with cockroaches. So watch your tongue”

Izzy snorted and ruffled your hair as he passed “Be nice, sis. They’re harmless. Mostly.”

“Mostly?” Steven flopped dramatically onto the couch next to you, spreading out like he owned the place “I’m offended. I’m an angel”

Duff cracked open a fresh beer he’d found and tossed one to Slash “Yeah, an angel who puked in my shoes last week. Real saintly”

you laughed, shaking your head “You guys are animals. Seriously, how do you even function on stage?”

“Pure talent and bad decisions” Slash said around the joint he was lighting, his curls falling in his face. he offered it to you with a lazy wink “Want some? Helps with the noise complaints from the neighbors.”

you waved it off “Thank you I’m good. Someone’s gotta stay sober in case Izzy decides to climb the fire escape again”

Izzy flipped you off from the kitchen but he was smiling “That was just one time and I was inspired”

the next hour blurred into chaos. empty bottles piled up on the coffee table. Steven told the same stupid story about the gig three times, getting louder each round. Slash and Duff were so drunk thst they mostly just stayed glued together. Axl mostly lounged against the wall, nursing his drink and occasionally throwing in dry one-liners that made everyone crack up

you joined in more than usual, feeling loose from the leftover buzz in the air “Steven, if you keep waving your arms like that you’re gonna knock over the lamp again. Last time it took me two days to find all the pieces of the broken light bulb”

Steven clutched his chest like you’d wounded him “Y/N, baby, you hurt me! That lamp had it coming”

“Yeah, yeah. And Izzy—” you pointed at your brother, who was trying to sneak another beer “—you promised you’d help with rent this month, not turn our living room into a homeless shelter”

Izzy grinned, all innocence “I’m contributing to the cultural experience. You’re welcome”

Axl chuckled softly from his spot, eyes flicking toward you for a second “She’s got a point, Iz. Your sister’s the only responsible one here”

you met his gaze briefly and smiled “Someone has to be. You guys would burn the building down if I wouldn’t keep my eye on you”

the banter kept flowing—playful jabs about who smelled the worst after the show, Steven claiming he was “naturally musky”, Duff threatening to crash on the couch anyway, Slash offering to sleep in the bathtub if it came to it

eventually the energy dipped. the living room was a disaster: bottles everywhere, ashtrays overflowing, someone’s jacket draped over the TV

Steven stretched out on the floor and yawned “Fuck it. I’m beat. Izzy’s room has that big bed, right? We can all squeeze in. Floor for the losers”

Izzy’s head snapped up “No no no, you fuckers better not sleep in my room” he said loudly, but the smirk gave him away—it was the same half-serious, half-joking tone he always used with them

you rolled your eyes “Oh sure, threaten them and then cave. Classic Izzy”

Duff laughed “C’mon, man. Living room’s a biohazard now. Your bed’s bigger than this couch anyway”

Izzy sighed dramatically, running a hand through his messy hair “Fine. But if any of you assholes puke on my sheets, I’m kicking you out the window”

“Okay ‚dad’ ” Steven said with a groan

the guys started shuffling toward Izzy’s room, Axl pushed off the wall last, finishing his drink

Duff turned with a shit-eating grin “Hey Axl, you sure you wanna sleep in there with us? …You know, since you will maybe accidentally fuck someone in your sleep? We don’t wanna wake up with you humping one of us like a dog in heat”

Steven burst out laughing “Yeah, man! Last time we shared a room I swear I felt hands”

Slash smirked, adjusting his hat “Creepy as hell. Better not risk it”

you froze on the couch, ears burning. you’d overheard bits of their dumb band jokes before, but never this one so clearly. Axl fucks someone while he’s asleep? What the hell kind of running joke was that?

Axl just shook his head, unfazed “Fuck off. That joke’s older than Steven’s brain cells”

but Slash, ever the helpful one when he was buzzed, glanced between Axl and you “Or… Y/N’s got her own room, right? You two kinda know each other. Might be safer if you two slept together. Less risk of accidental midnight humping. Cause you wouldn’t fuck Izzy’s sis, right Ax?”

your stomach did a little flip. you sat up quickly “Wait—what? Hold on, guys—”

Izzy paused in the doorway, looking back with a raised brow “Slash, don’t be weird”

but the suggestion hung in the air

Axl turned those intense eyes on you, one eyebrow lifting slightly “You cool with that, Y/N? Or you gonna make me sleep on the beer-soaked floor?”

you opened your mouth, heart suddenly racing for reasons you couldn’t quite explain. Axl wasn’t exactly a stranger but he wasn’t exactly safe either. the guy had a reputation and now this stupid inside joke was looping in your head

what if he really did…?

you forced a laugh, trying to sound as playful as before even though your mind was spinning “I mean… my room’s tiny. And if you snore, I’m kicking you out. But sure, whatever. Just keep your hands to yourself, Rose”

the guys howled with laughter

Steven clapped Axl on the back “Good luck, man. Don’t sleep-fuck Izzy’s sister or he’ll actually kill you”

“Shut the fuck up” Izzy muttered but he was already disappearing into his room with the others, door clicking shut behind a chorus of “night, Y/N!” and “don’t do anything stupid”

which left you and Axl standing there in the messy living room, the sudden quiet feeling way too loud

you swallowed, trying to keep the banter going. “So… guess you’re with me tonight. And seriously keep your hands to yourself, Axl”

Axl’s lips twitched into a small, dangerous little smirk “No promises” and you glared at him but that didn’t scare him even a little as you two started going to your room

your bedroom door clicked shut behind Axl, the sound louder than it should’ve been in the heavy silence

your room was small — just a double bed pushed against the wall, a messy dresser, a couple of postersand a single lamp casting a warm, dim glow. you stood awkwardly by the bed in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, suddenly very aware of how little space there was

Axl shrugged off his leather jacket and tossed it over your chair “Nice room” he said quietly, voice rough but softer than usual. he looked around for a second, then back at you “You still good about this? I can still take the floor. I was just kidding earlier”

you swallowed, heart hammering. the joke kept replaying in your head — he fucks people while he’s asleep. you tried to look casual but your voice came out a little shaky “Yeah, yeah… it’s fine. The floor’s gross anyway. Just… don’t hog the blankets”

he gave a low chuckle and kicked off his boots “Deal”

you both climbed into bed- you in shorts and oversized shirt, Axl just in his boxers. the mattress dipped under his weight, bringing him closer than you expected. you turned onto your side, facing away from him, trying to calm your breathing. Axl stayed on his back at first, one arm behind his head. the room smelled faintly of his cologne mixed with your sweet scent and smoke — a dangerously comforting scent

you could hear the guys still murmuring and laughing in Izzy’s room but it was distant

then you felt it

as you shifted slightly to get comfortable, your thigh accidentally brushed against his hip — and there it was. he was hard. really hard. the thick outline pressing against his boxers resting against his lower belly, warm even through the fabric

your breath caught. heat rushed to your face and between your legs at the same time. you froze, eyes wide in the dark, pretending you hadn’t noticed. but your body betrayed you — a little involuntary wiggle, your thighs pressing together

Axl didn’t move at first. then his voice came, low and rough, right beside your ear “You felt that, don’t you?”

you bit your lip, trying to sound innocent and scared even though your pulse was racing with want “I… I didn’t mean to… um…” your voice was barely a whisper. you looked over your shoulder at him, eyes big and nervous, like you might bolt any second. inside though you were throbbing. you wanted this. you wanted him. but you couldn’t let it show too obviously

he turned onto his side, facing you now. his hand gently rested on your waist — not pushing, just there “Y/N. I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want” his thumb stroked slow circles over your shirt “But I can feel you want this... And you’re not pulling away”

you swallowed hard, looking scared on the outside while your body screamed yes “But what about… what about the joke. About you… in your sleep. What if you…?” your voice trailed off but you didn’t move his hand

Axls lips curved into a small, knowing smirk. he leaned in closer, breath warm against your neck “No baby, I’m not asleep, don't worry” his voice dropped even lower “Been thinking about this since I saw you today. You looked so fucking cute trying to act tough in front of the guys”

"A-Axl!" you swueacked super quietly, your heart skipped. you turned fully toward him, faces inches apart “O-okay… but we have to be quiet” you whispered, voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement “I swear if hey’ll hear…”

“I know” he brushed a strand of hair from your face, very gentle “We’ll be careful”

his hand slid under your shirt, palm hot against your bare skin. you gasped softly but didn’t stop him. instead, you pressed closer, your innocent wide-eyed look making him groan quietly

“Fuck, you look so cute… but you want it, don’t you?” he murmured

you nodded shyly, biting your lip “Yeah… I do. Just… I’ve never… not like this”

he kissed you then — slow at first, then deeper, tongues sliding together in the dark. his hand moved lower, slipping into your shorts, finding you already wet. you whimpered into his mouth, hips twitching

“Shh...” he whispered against your lips “Quiet, baby”

he guided your hand down to the bulge in his boxers “Feel how hard I am for you?”

your fingers trembled as you palmed him. he was big — thicker and longer than you’d imagined. you rubbed hesitantly, innocent curiosity mixing with desire

Axl’s breath hitched “That’s it… good girl. Want to taste me first?”

you nodded again, eyes still wide and nervous-looking even as heat pooled between your legs “Okay… but I've never did that... Can you teach me?”

“Fuck yeah, come here” he pushed them down his boxers, freeing his cock. it sprang up, heavy and flushed, the tip already glistening. he took your hand and wrapped your fingers around the base “Like this. Nice and slow at first”

you leaned down, heart pounding. your tongue darted out, giving the head a tentative lick. he tasted salty, masculine. Axl let out a quiet groan, one hand gently threading into your hair

“Just like that… open your mouth. Take a little more. Use your tongue on the underside — yeah, fuck, just like that”

you followed his instructions, sucking softly, bobbing your head with innocent eagerness. he guided you patiently, voice a low rasp “You can go deeper, baby… relax your throat. Good girl… you’re doing so good for me”

the praise made you moan around him, the vibration pulling another quiet curse from his lips. you took him deeper, cheeks hollowing, eyes watering a little but never looking away from his face

after a few minutes, Axl’s hips twitched “Shit — pull off if you don’t want me to come in your mouth”

you kept going, wanting to please him. he came first with a stifled groan, hips jerking as he spilled hot across your tongue. you swallowed what you could, the rest dripping down your chin. he pulled out gently, breathing hard, thumb wiping your lip

“Fuck, Y/N… you’re too good at that even if that was your first time. You've read your brothers Playboys didn't you?” he said panting with a smirk

you smiled softly wiping your mouth “Maybe…”

but he wasn’t done. he flipped you onto your back, careful to keep the bed from creaking too loud “My turn. Gonna make you feel good but you gotta stay quiet for me, okay?”

you nodded, looking scared and innocent even as you spread your legs for him. he kissed down your body, peeling your shorts and panties off slowly. when his mouth found your clit, you had to bite your hand to keep from moaning out loud. he ate you like he was starving — slow, deliberate licks and sucks, two fingers curling inside you until your thighs shook

only when you were trembling and dripping did he pulled away leaving you needy

“Be patient now” he kissed you like he couldn’t get enough, slow and deep as you could taste yourself on his lips

“Gotta be so fucking quiet, baby” Axl whispered, voice rough and low “Can you do that for me?”

you nodded quickly, eyes wide and still carrying that scared, innocent look even though your body was aching for him. your hands trembled as you clutched at his shoulders “Y-yes… I promise”

he pushed your legs open a little wider, settling between them. the head of his cock nudged against your soaked entrance, hot and heavy. he rubbed it up and down slowly, coating himself in your wetness, teasing your clit with every pass until your hips twitched involuntarily

“Shh… easy” he murmured when a tiny whimper escaped you. then, inch by inch, he started pushing inside

he was thick — thicker than you expected — and the slow, steady pressure made your eyes flutter. He sank deeper, stretching you open, filling you completely until his hips were flush against yours. your walls fluttered around him and you had to bite down hard on your lip to stay silent

“Fuck… you feel so good baby” Axl breathed against your ear, staying perfectly still once he bottomed out, letting you adjust. his arms trembled slightly from holding himself up “You okay?”

you nodded frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes. your voice came out as the tiniest, sweetest whisper “It-it feels… really big. But good. Don’t stop… please”

he groaned quietly and started moving — slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. the bed creaked once and he immediately froze, listening. when no one stirred down the hall, he continued, even slower, grinding rather than thrusting so the mattress wouldn’t make noise

your hands slid up into his messy hair, gripping tight as waves of pleasure rolled through you. you were trembling all over — legs shaking around his waist, breath coming in short, quiet little gasps against his neck

Axl kept his face buried in the crook of your shoulder, lips brushing your skin with every thrust “That’s it… just like that. You’re taking me so well, baby. So fucking sweet... and perfect and...”

you whimpered softly, the praise making you clench around him “Axl… feels so good… I-I can’t—”

“Shhh, I know” he whispered, one hand slipping between your bodies to rub slow circles over your clit

the combination of his deep, steady thrusts and the perfect pressure on your clit pushed you over the edge fast. your orgasm hit hard — your whole body locked up, back arching, his hand covered your mouth to silence your cry as you pulsed and fluttered around his cock

Axl cursed under his breath, hips stuttering “Fuck— baby, I’m close—”

he thrust a few more times, deep and desperate, then pulled out with a low groan. his cock pulsed hot against your stomach as he came, thick ropes spilling across your skin. he kept rubbing your clit gently through the aftershocks until you were twitching and oversensitive, then collapsed half on top of you

for a long moment the only sound was your ragged, quiet breathing

your hands found way to stay gentle on his back, stroking up and down in sweet, shy little circles

“Axl… that was… really nice. Thank you” you sounded incredibly sweet and vulnerable like you haven’t just been fucked senselessly

he let out a tired, breathless chuckle and reached the sheets to clean you up with surprisingly gentle wipes “Yeah… it was”

you curled toward him immediately once he wiped away his cum, still trembling, pressing your face into his chest like you needed the closeness “Do you… wanna cuddle for a bit? Or… whatever you want. I just… I really liked it. You felt so good I’ve never had something like this”

Axl went quiet for a second, clearly exhausted from the long night of drinking and performing. he ran a hand through his sweaty hair and muttered, half-asleep already “I just wanna crash, honestly. Been a long fucking night”

the words came out flatter than he meant them to

you froze for half a second, that innocent nervousness flickering across your face again but you quickly smiled anyway — understanding at least trying to be “Oh… okay”

you started to pull away, turning onto your side to give him space, even though your body was still buzzing and your heart felt oddly tender

Axl blinked, realizing how that must have sounded. he reached out and caught your wrist gently before you could roll all the way away “Hey... Wait that’s not —”

you looked back at him over your shoulder, still trembling a little, eyes soft “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. Really. Don’t feel guilty about it”

he sighed and tugged you back toward him, wrapping one arm around your waist so your back was pressed to his chest. his voice dropped lower, softer “Tonight was… intense. You were incredible. I just crash hard after shows, booze and good sex”

you stayed quiet for a moment, then gave a tiny, nod against the pillow and whispered “I know. It’s fine, Axl. I’m not mad or anything. I just… really liked being with you. That’s all”

he pressed a lazy kiss to the back of your neck, already half gone “You’re too fucking sweet, you know that?”

you let out the softest little laugh, still trembling faintly in his arms. “Maybe. But that’s just who I am”

Axl’s breathing slowly evened out behind you, heavy and deep as sleep pulled him under. you stayed awake a little longer, feeling the warmth of his body, the sticky mess between you and the secret thrill of what just happened while the rest of the band slept down the hall. eventually your eyes drifted shut too

morning light filtered through the thin curtains of the apartment, hazy and too bright for the hangover everyone was nursing. the living room still looked like a crime scene: empty bottles, crushed cans, cigarette ash everywhere (literally) and a couple of guitars leaning against the wall. muffled groans and laughter drifted from Izzy’s room as the band slowly woke up

you were already up, moving quietly around the tiny kitchen in an oversized sweatshirt and shorts, trying to make coffee like everything was normal. your body still felt the echoes of last night — an ache between your legs, faint marks on your skin hidden under your clothes and that nervous, weird flutter in your stomach every time you thought about Axl

you kept your head down, avoiding eye contact as the guys started stumbling out one by one

Steven was first, hair sticking up in every direction, yawning loudly “Morning, Y/N! You look fresh as a daisy. How’d you sleep with the human chainsaw in your room?”

you forced a small smile and poured coffee without looking up “Fine. Thanks”

Duff wandered in next, scratching his stomach “Coffee smells good. Pour me one, please?”

you handed him a mug without looking up, you stiffened when you heard Axl’s voice as he talked to Slash

Slash shuffled out, joint already between his lips “Yo, anyone see my hat? Think I left it somewhere”

Izzy emerged last from his room, looking half-dead but smirking. he ruffled your hair as he passed “Thanks for letting Axl crash in your room, sis. I hope he wasn’t bothering much?”

you muttered something incoherent and busied yourself with the fridge

then Axl walked into the kitchen

he looked exactly like the rockstar who’d just rolled out of bed after a night of drinking and fucking. his eyes found you immediately

you felt your cheeks heat up and quickly turned away, pretending to wipe the counter. you couldn’t look at him. not with the guys right there. bot when you still felt so raw and exposed from how sweet and vulnerable you’d been last night while he just wanted to “crash”

the band noticed

Steven grinned like an idiot and elbowed Duff “Uh oh. Someone’s avoiding eye contact. What’d you do, Axl? Snore too loud? Y/N looks scared, man”

Duff chuckled “Yeah, man. Did that inside joke finally caught up with you? Bet you were humping the pillow in your sleep and scared the poor girl away”

Slash chuckled around his joint “Classic Axl”

you felt your face burn hotter. you grabbed your own coffee mug and mumbled “I’m… gonna go clean up my room” before slipping away down the hall without another word. you disappeared into your bedroom and shut the door firmly behind you, heart pounding

the guys’ laughter followed you

“Damn, she really is avoiding you Axl” Steven said, still grinning “Must’ve been some loud-ass snoring”

Izzy just shook his head, sipping his coffee. “Leave her alone, assholes. She’s not used to your bullshit this early”

you stayed in your room for the next two hours

you heard them moving around — more coffee, someone turning on the TV, arguments about whose turn it was to get food, plans for rehearsal later. every time footsteps came near your door you tensed but no one knocked. Izzy checked on you once, poking his head in to ask if you wanted anything. you told him you were fine, just was too much for you. he nodded and didn’t push

eventually the noise died down. the band was finally leaving — loud goodbyes, backslaps, promises to see Izzy at the Troubadour later. the front door opened and closed multiple times. you stayed curled up on your bed, reading a magazine for the 10 time cause you couldn’t focus, replaying last night in your head and feeling stupid for how much you’d wanted affection afterwards

then, after everything went quiet, there was a soft knock on your door

you sat up, heart jumping “Yes? Come in”

the door opened slowly. Axl stepped inside, closing it behind him with a quiet click. he looked a little more awake now. he didn’t come too close at first — just stood there, hands in his pockets

“Hey” he said, voice low “The rest of the guys left. Izzy’s still out there but… I told him I forgot something in here since I wanted to talk to you”

you nodded, fidgeting awkwardly. you couldn’t quite meet his eyes “Okay”

Axl sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair “Look… I fucked up last night. After we… you know. I was an asshole. You were being all sweet, still shaking, telling me how good it felt and I just said I wanted to crash like a total dickhead. That wasn’t cool”

you stayed quiet for a second, then gave a small shrug, trying to sound casual even though your voice was soft “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. I get it. You were tired”

“No, it’s not okay” he sat down carefully on the edge of the bed, keeping some space between you. his eyes searched your face “I really liked it. The sex. You. The way you were so… innocent and eager and fucking sweet even when you looked scared. I meant what I said before I passed out that you’re too sweet. For me. And I shouldn’t have made you feel like I didn’t want you close after that”

you finally looked at him, eyes still a little guarded but softening “You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better. I’m not mad. I just… felt a little silly afterward. Like I was too much for you”

Axl shook his head, reaching out slowly to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. his touch was surprisingly gentle “You weren’t too much. I was just being a selfish prick because I crash hard after nights like that. But I shouldn’t have brushed you off. I’m really sorry, Y/N”

the apology hung in the quiet room. you gave him a tiny, shy smile, a little trembly from all the emotions “Thank you, I appreciate you saying all of that”

he let out a relieved breath and leaned in a little closer “No problem baby. And for the record I meant it — last night was fucking incredible. You were incredible”

you blushed but didn’t pull away. the tension between you felt lighter now

Axl glanced toward the door, then back at you “I should probably go before Izzy comes looking. But… we’re cool?”

you nodded, the small smile staying on your lips “Yeah. We’re cool”

he stood up but paused at the door, giving you one last look — that intense, familiar gaze with something warmer underneath “See you around, Y/N”

then he slipped out, leaving your room quiet once more

you flopped back onto the bed, letting out a long breath, heart still racing but feeling a little lighter

The motel room right around Arizona smelled like Marlboro Reds, your sweet vanilla perfume and the coffee that always brewed too long. Tiny little place; wallpaper peeling slightly, crooked furniture.

Axl called it "the palace", all the rooms or little apartments you'd manage to rent for a while were called that way. He'd always stumble through the front door of each one like he was entering some grand estate instead of a one bedroom shoebox.

But it was yours's.

"There's my girl." he said with a lazy grin as he came back from gig-hunting, dropping his leather jacket onto the couch and going towards you, his hands slowly wrapping around your waist as he hugged you from behind, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "Missed you, baby." he said, voice hoarse.

You smiled as you folded some laundry, giggling a little as his breath tickled you. "Hope you came back with some cash, your 'palace' owes thirty seven dollars to the landlord." you said, looking over your shoulder at him, one eyebrow raised.

He smirked, slowly taking the laundry from your hands and throwing it somewhere on the bed, "Less talking, more kissing."

God.

That stupid, cocky, dangerous act that had convinced you at nineteen years old to climb into his beat-up car outside Lafayette and drive all the way to California with barely two duffle bags between you.

You remembered the cornfields disappearing behind you in the rearview mirror, remembered him drumming his hands on the steering wheel while the radio crackled. Remembered thinking: i'm ruining my life.

And then he'd looked over at you, freckles lit gold by the setting sun,

"You scared, sugar?"

And somehow, somehow you weren't anymore.

You laughed a little as you kissed him back passionately, just to give him a little taste, before going back to your laundry. "Later." you said, pointing at him playfully, turning back to grab the folded clothes and place them on the table nearby.

He rolled his eyes, a smile still plastered on his lips as he followed you, setting his chin on your shoulder as he looked at a piece of paper set on the table. "What're huntin' tonight?"

"The Troubadour's looking for opening acts next Thursday. We can catch a bus, maybe."

"Oh yeah?" His eyes lit up instantly. "Think they'll like me?

"No," you said plainly.

He barked out a laugh, then turned to kiss your cheek anyway. "You're mean."

You smiled, turning your head towards him once more "You love me."

His red hair was tied back messily, a few strands hanging in his face. White tank top with a band's name on it, jeans hanging low on his hips, rings on his fingers. Pretty enough to be sinful and fully aware of it.

But his eyes always softened whenever he looked at you. Always.

Like he couldn't believe you were really there.

He leaned against the table beside you, watching you continue to fold clothes while humming sweetly a little song. A small smile came across his lips, hooking his finger through one of your belt loops absentmindedly. You let him, your head turning to look at him sweetly as you stumbled your way towards him, your arms now resting behind his neck as you leaned to kiss him softly. His hands slowly dragged you closer by your waist, fingers slipping under the fabric of your shirt, resting on the soft flesh of your skin. You broke the kiss, ghosting his lips over his, "You hungry?"

He smirked "I'm always hungry", he said, his hands now slowly moving lower as he gazed into your eyes.

You chuckled "Not for that,"

He then grinned instantly, going to kiss the sweet spot on your neck softly. His hands roamed slowly over your body, making your eyes close as you sighed softly.

"C'mon. Let me make you feel good."

Most nights blurred together after a while.

Cheap motels.

Cheap diners.

Gas stations glowing under flickering neon. The kind you two would steal beer from, and then run back to the car, laughing like two idiots as the manager struggled to chase you.

Nights where you'd be stuck on the road, Axl driving with one hand on the wheel and the other somewhere on you at all times. Either your knee, your hand.

The inside of your thigh, loving how you at first would clench your thighs around it, and 5 minutes later, sweetly moan his name.

There'd be nights in laundromats where you'd sit cross-legged on top of a dryer reading magazines hile Axl scribbled lyrics onto napkins beside you. Or it would be him sitting on top of a washing machine while you folded clothes, bothering you.

"C'mere."

"Axl, stop."

"Baby, i'm dying over here. Gimme a kiss."

Moments where you'd sit on beaches at night, maybe venice beach or santa monica. He'd lie his head on your lap talking nonsense while waves crashed nearby, his jacket wrapped over both of you cause you'd both forget it gets cold.

And then suddenly,

"Marry me someday."

You chuckled "You don't even have twenty dollars."

And he smiled, tugging a strand of your hair playfully, "Didn't say tonight."

You'd sometimes fight. It got bad, him acting childish, getting defensive. You crying out from frustration, and then from how good he was making it up by fucking you all night. He'd praise you, tell you how sorry he is, how much he loves and cherishes you.

He kissed your neck, biting the flesh softly as he brought your hands above your head, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he felt you arch your back under him, lewd sounds leaving your mouth.

"You're fuckin' mine. All mine."

Sometimes you'd flirt your way into clubs for him. That became your thing.

Tiny skirts, sweet smiles, batting your eyelashes at irritated owners while Axl leaned against the wall somewhere behind you pretending to not want to bash their heads.

"Oh, c'mon." you smiled at some grumpy manager outside a club. "Just one set. He's really good."

The owner would sigh dramatically. "Everybody says that."

"But he's different."

And Axl nearly exploded with smugness every single time it worked. The second you'd walk to him, he'd wrap an arm around your shoulders.

"You were flirtin'"

"I was helping!"

"You smiled at him."

You giggled, "What, you jealous?"

And he'd remind you quickly whose you were, in the car.

And the most peaceful ones where when you smoked pot on some roof at night, talking about nothing and everything while constantly laughing.

He'd hide his face in your thighs, muffled groans and sounds he’d make making you laugh. You'd brush the hair out of his face as he stopped, resting his cheek on your knee, looking at you with glossy eyes.

You'd smile lazily, "You're staaarinnng."

Then suddenly, he'd get up to grab your face and kiss you hard enough to steal the breath from your lungs. All desperation, all feeling. His hand sliding to your waist, pulling you closer against him while he smiled against your mouth. "You believe in me too much, y'know?"

"Somebody has to."

"Baby," he kissed you again, slower this time. "You got no idea what you do to me."

You giggled, kissing him back for a second before pulling back to look into his eyes, butterflies fluttering in your stomach only from the look he'd given you.

You licked your lips, grabbed his face gently which made you both giggle before you pulled your act together. "One day, people're gonna beg to have you sing at those places. I know it."

He smiled, staring into your eyes a little while longer before pulling you into his arms.

And you let him, closing your eyes as you lay your head on his chest, smiling 'cause you knew you were right.

Axl was annoying and mean. You weren't necessarily sure why he was the way he was, but that's how he had always been; Especially to you. In fact, he seemed to take joy in being cruel to you. And while one might say he was like that to everyone, it seemed he took more joy into bullying you specifically. You could remember some very distinct times that stuck out to you.

----

You felt a light tug on your hair, causing you to swing your hair back and glare at the perpetrator, Axl. You groaned, ignoring him.

"What are you doing here, dweeb? Don't you have a house?" He walks around the counter to face you and eat his cereal. He takes a nice spoonful, before looking back at you as you roll your eyes.

"My house is being fumigated and your mother offered me to stay here for the next three days."

"Three days? No way-" He turns to his father who happened to walk in. "She's staying here for three days?"

Mike opens the fridge and grabs a beer before turning to Axl and shrugging. "That's what your mother said."

"Uh!" Axl groans. "That's not fair-"

"Hey, take it up with your mother."

He makes an ugly face and sticks his tongue out before heading back to his room.

--

You snuck up on the benchers, looking over, hoping to see a certain someone- Until you were interrupted.

"What are you doing?"

You quickly turned around, blindsided that you were caught by the worse person to be caught by- Axl. He was giving you that look- The one that said he had caught you.

You put a hand on your hip and sighed, "What... am I doing?" You looked around before tilting your head, "Um, I'm not doing anything."

"That's funny," He gestures to the group you were just staring at. "It looks like you're being a pervert."

"Pervert? Like you're one to talk."

He chuckles, before looking back at the group. "I wonder what they'd think if I told them some girl is spying on them?"

"And you think they'd believe you?"

"Yeah, I do," He pulls out his phone, snapping a quick photo of you. "Especially when they see this."

"You wouldn't dare-"

"Oh, but I would."

"God, what is your deal, Axl?"

"You. You are my deal."

You groan, rolling your eyes before crossing your arms. "What do you want?"

"I am so glad you asked."

----

You shook your head thinking of the memory. Axl had you do his chores and clean his room for a whole month. It was a nightmare. But at least he deleted the picture. There was a thought in the back of your mind that told you Axl had never truly planned on showing those boys the photo, but you didn't want to risk it.

You picked at your lunch, disappointed that you were sitting by yourself, since Sue was sick. You sighed, saddened that you were eating lunch alone. But, it could have been worse.

"Oh, wow, eating lunch alone? Ha! What a loser."

Nevermind. It just got as worse as it could get.

Axl took the seat across from you and set his lunch on the table. You had hoped when starting high school that you would have a different lunch than Axl, since he was an upperclassmen, but you were sadly mistaken. Since Axl was sitting with you, his other buddies Sean and Darrin, also decided to sit at your lunch table.

"Sue can't possibly be your only friend." He jokes, pointing his fork at you.

"God, can't you let me be a loser- ALONE?"

He shakes his head, "No, I like to bask in it. Makes me feel alive."

You roll your eyes and pick up your tray before leaving the cafeteria.

----

You sat on the step, before pushing out your dress, hoping your tears wouldn't ruin your makeup, but you were sure it was to late. You felt the water drip down your face and your face was slowly becoming soaked as the tear began to pour from your eyes. You had never felt so humilated by a man who you thought liked you.

You decided to push yourself up and just walk home. Sure, it was far, but it was better than staying at the dance where anyone could see you and laugh.

You walk on the rocky sidewalk, your heel suddenly breaking after getting caught in a hole, causing you to yell and take your heel off before throwing it. As if to make it worse, a car drives by, splashing you in muddy water.

"Aw dude- Fuck You!" You yell, before sighing and deciding it wasn't worth it. This had to be the worse night of your life...

"God, what happened to you?"

You groan when hearing the voice. You wish you had noticed his beaten down car pulling up, because you would have hidden in a bush or something.

"Hey- Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." You said quickly, picking up your pace.

"You sure don't look fine." He stops the car and opens the door causing you to finally look at him. He pats the seat, giving you a look that you knew meant he knew you wouldn't say no.

----

It was quiet as he drove, beside the occasional weird sound the old car made. You weren't sure what to say, since this was the nicest thing Axl had ever done for you.

He didn't ask you what happened, and you were happy about that. The last thing you needed was for him to laugh at you too. You were more than relieved when he pulled into your driveway. You quickly hop out and shut the door, but not before sighing and turning to him.

"Thanks.... Axl. I appreciate it."

He smiles, putting his head down, so he could look at you through the window. "Of course, Y/n. No girl as pretty as you should ever cry because of some asshole guy."

You knew Axl had a temper, he was rather known for it, but he never yelled at you or anything. He just hated you, with no reasoning behind it, at least no reasoning that you could see.

You tried to not let it get to you, you had a job to do and at the end of the day you’d go crawl back into bed with your boyfriend; Slash. He wasn’t the reason you got the job, but it was convenient to work in the same place as him.

“I’m not going crazy.” You said through a mouthful of toothpaste and spit as you stared at yourself in the mirror. “I’m not, ok, he hates me.”

Slash just laughed behind you, spitting in the sink before kissing your cheek, smearing toothpaste on your cheek. “He doesn’t hate you.” He thumbed at the mark, pausing a moment to stare at you. “Alright, there’s a good chance he hates you… but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you.” You closed your eyes, wishing Slash had just lost his vocal cords at one point.

You sighed, moving on. “Can you ask why?” You asked, now moving to the bedroom, the guitarist trailing behind you.

“What answer are you expecting?” He asked, pulling his clothes off and tossing them on a pile in the corner. “Axl just has a sense.”

“A sense?” Again Slash paused, hearing his mistake. “Like a dog? He can just sense that I’m a bad person? I’m not a bad person, Slash, do you think I am?”

Slash let out a heavy sigh and got into bed, holding his arms out for you, even lifting the blanket to help you get in. “No, I know you’re not a bad person.” He assured, pulling you close and petting your hair. “Axl’s just…” he trailed in search of the right words, “he has a sense as in, like, he just doesn’t like some people, there’s not always a reason for it.”

You huffed but curled into him nonetheless, it wasn’t his fault, and he was doing his best to comfort you. “Ok.” You gave in, closing your eyes. “Can you still ask?” You looked up at him a last time with a small pout and knit brows. Slash gave you a kiss on the forehead and told you to go to sleep before fading himself.

The next was as usual, you got up and got ready for work, then woke Slash up to feed the animals while you made breakfast for the both of you. Slash would dress himself and then come down to meet you, after breakfast it was off to the studio where Axl was already screaming about something.

You kept your distance, not wanting it to reach you. He’d never yelled at you and you’d like to keep that streak going. When Slash slipped out of the studio for a ‘bathroom break’ he gave you a list of food orders, as well as a little tidbit; “Axl’s pissed right now, someone fucked with the sound and he’s blaming you.” He warned, guiding you further away from the door.

You heart dropped to your ass. “He’s- why?! Why is he blaming me, I didn’t do anything, I never touch that shit!” Slash just nodded along, stopping outside the bathrooms.

“I-I know, I told him, you’ve been with me this whole time, he can’t blame you for it.” He paused, standing in the doorway. “But he is.”

You huffed and turned on your heels, marching right out of the building. Getting the food faster would cause less drama within the band, once they were fed they worked better, thought clearer. And, you needed to get your head right before walking back in there.

Returning about an hour later, having walked there and back, you had two big bags of food in your one hand, two trays of drinks in the other. You regret not taking your car the whole way back. You didn’t want to deal with Axl, or anyone else for that matter, so you just set it on the receptionists counter and asked her to get it up there so you could head home, using some excuse about not feeling well.

Your bad day got worse when you walked out to your car and was met with a very agitated Axl mouthing off to himself while pacing in front of said car. You froze, trying to come up with a get away plan right then and there, but finding nothing. Axl’s head shot towards you and in an instant he was right there, baring his teeth at you and seething with anger.

“You bitch!” He screeched. “You fucking cunt, you fucked the whole fucking thing!” He grabbed both your arms, nails digging into you and holding you tightly. You were too stunned to say anything, so you just stood there and took his berating, screaming and spitting in your face.

“Get in the car!” He ordered, swinging you around into your vehicle.

You grabbed the handle but stopped, glancing back at him over your shoulder. “Get in the car?” You repeated in a much softer tone than him. “Why?”

Axl got closer, pressing his body against yours and pinning you to the side of the car. “Because you need someone to fucking fix you.” He growled through gritted teeth, mouth right next to your ear and breathing against you heavily.

You opened the door and got in, hands and knees as Axl had requested. He got in behind you and shut the door. “What about Slash?” You asked meekly.

“Slash?” Axl asked, unknotting the bandana around his wrist. “You’re with me and you still think of another man?”

“He’s my boyfriend-“ your tried to argue, but you were met with a sharp slap to your ass. Your face went bright red, eyes widening as Axl just stared back at you.

He reached for your head, pulling his bandana over your eyes and tying it tight to keep you blind. “He’d understand.” He muttered, making sure the cloth covered your ears as well, making it harder for you to hear.

Your jeans were pulled down, just to your knees. Axl stayed seated behind you, massaging your ass. He stretched his thumb, pushing it against your cunt, just barely dipping in.

He pulled a hand away, you gasped when it landed on your back and pushed you down. Your every nerve stood on end as you awaited his next move, having pulled both hands away now. You were too focused on his touch to figure out what he was saying to you, ‘something something love me.’

Your panties were tugged to the side, cool air hitting your bare cunt and shocking your system. Then Axl’s tongue through your wet folds, a sound adjacent to a moan left you and you felt Axl’s deep chuckle. “You liked that? Even with a boyfriend?” He asked, you responded with another soft sound. “How would Slash feel if he saw you like this?”

Slash? Slash would probably want in on it, see how much you could take. Hell, he probably agreed to this if it would get the album over faster. His mom would beat him, but you were the one getting touched. Having Axl licking so tenderly over the most sensitive parts of your body…

You arched your back, letting your body twitch into every touch, every flick of his tongue feeling like ten were on you. You couldn’t help but moan into the leather seats of what was really your boyfriends fancy car, one even he wouldn’t destroy.

Inside, Axl and his friends stumbled through another song, the drums a little too loud, the guitar a little out of tune, and Axl insisting they were 'totally getting better.'

Across the driveway, you sat on the Hecks' front steps with a paperback resting in your lap. You hadn't turned a page in ten minutes.

You were listening.

Every now and then, the garage door would slide open so someone could grab a soda, and Axl would glance toward the house.

The fourth time, he caught your eye.

His face lit up so quickly it was almost comical.

"Hey!" he called, grinning like he'd forgotten everyone else existed.

You smiled back, lifting your hand in a little wave. "Hey."

His bandmates exchanged amused looks.

"Dude," one of them muttered. "Your girlfriend's here."

Axl rolled his eyes, trying—and failing—to look cool.

"Yeah, so?"

He abandoned his guitar against a speaker and jogged over to you without another thought.

"You've been here long?"

"Like... twenty minutes."

"For real?" He frowned. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You looked busy."

"I would've taken a break."

"You've taken four already."

"...Okay, that's fair."

You laughed, and Axl couldn't help laughing with you. He plopped down beside you on the steps, knees bumping yours.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"I had dinner."

"Dang."

"Why?"

"'Cause I was gonna steal whatever Mom made."

You giggled.

From inside the house, Frankie happened to glance out the front window.

"...Mike."

Mike didn't look up from the TV.

"Hm?"

"Come here."

"If this is another squirrel—"

"It's not a squirrel."

He wandered over with the enthusiasm of someone expecting absolutely nothing interesting. Frankie pointed through the curtains.

Outside, Axl was talking animatedly with you, using his hands so much he nearly smacked himself in the face. You laughed so hard you had to lean against his shoulder.

Without thinking, Axl rested an arm around you.

Mike blinked. "...Who's that?"

"That's Y/N."

"I know who she is."

"No, I mean..." Frankie gestured dramatically. "Look at him."

Mike squinted. Axl was smiling. Actually smiling. Not his usual smug grin. Not his 'I got away with something' grin.

A genuine, ridiculously soft smile.

"...Huh," Mike said.

"I have never seen him look at anyone like that."

Outside, Axl reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before immediately pretending he hadn't done something so unbelievably sappy.

You looked up at him with the kind of smile that made your whole face glow.

Frankie pressed a hand to her chest.

"Oh, my gosh."

Mike folded his arms.

"I didn't even know he knew how to do that."

Axl stood, offering you his hand.

"C'mon."

"Where?"

"I wanna show you something."

He led you inside the garage. His band groaned the second they saw him.

"There he is."

"Took you long enough."

Axl ignored them. "Guys, this is Y/N."

"We know," one of them laughed. "You mention her every practice."

"I do not."

"You literally said, 'Y/N likes this song.'" Sean rotorted.

"And yesterday it was, 'Y/N thinks this riff sounds better.'"

"And don't forget—"

"'Y/N said my hair looked nice today.'" They all said in unison.

You covered your mouth to hide your smile. Axl's ears turned bright red.

"Shut up."

His friends burst into laughter.

"You are whipped."

"I am not whipped."

"You walked away mid-song."

"Because she was outside!"

"Exactly."

You reached over, slipping your fingers into his.

"It's okay."

He looked down at your joined hands, then back up at you with the biggest grin.

"...Okay, maybe a little."

By the time the sun had disappeared, the porch lights flickered on. You checked your phone.

"I should probably head home."

"I'll walk you."

"You don't have to."

"I know."

He said it so simply that it made your heart flutter. You smiled up at him, completely lovestruck.

"Okay."

He grabbed your hand before either of you could overthink it.

The two of you wandered down the sidewalk together, hands swinging between you as your conversation slowly disappeared into the warm Indiana evening.

Frankie watched from the porch until you were nearly out of sight.

"You see that look she gave him?"

Mike nodded once.

"The one like he hung the moon."

Frankie smiled softly.

"And the way he looks at her..."

Mike chuckled.

"Our kid?"

"Our kid."

He shrugged.

"...Might be the one."

Frankie leaned her head against his shoulder.

"I think so too."

Down the street, Axl squeezed your hand. You squeezed back.

Neither of you noticed the Hecks smiling from the porch.

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