Goldengoldennn - Angelina

Indulgent Impulses

Pairing: fluffy 90s!Axl x reader

Words: 2,134

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Okumaya devam et

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