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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.

Truth was, you knew full and well Axl wasn’t like most people. And it was what you liked most about him. You had never met someone so uniquely true to himself and the way he always aspired to reach a higher form of himself, through his music, through his success, through love. He was so bold, unapologetic, raw with feeling—he wore his heart on his sleeve, and he wore it proudly.

“I know you said you’re tired—it was just a joke.” Axl said quickly, looking back down thoughtfully to his hands again. You were already climbing off the plush bed though.

“No, let’s go.” You said, smiling and leaning across the bed to put your hands in his and get him to stop fiddling. “It…sounds like a lot of fun, really.” With Axl always touring or doing media and interviews, there was usually an entourage around you full of bodyguards, assistants, managers etc. The idea of you two alone, and in a moment of spontaneity, nearly had you running. “Please?” He looked up at you and smiled a little, dropping your hand in his to stroke your cheek again.

“As long as you keep this dress on.” He agreed. You glanced down at your floor-length silk slip night dress and laughed; it had been a gift from Axl. “You look too pretty in it.”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on changing. C’mon! Right now!” You urged, now possessed with the idea of indulging an impulse. Axl laughed his deep laugh, but followed quickly behind you, on the exact same wavelength.

Your bare feet barely touched the cool driveway as you ran for Axl’s car of choice, a sleek black convertible BMW. You threw open the passenger door, laughing as Axl merely jumped in.

“Hang on, sugar.” Axl said, his voice velvet and lined in anticipation. The car came to life and the squealing of tires drowned out your own squeal as Axl hit the gas.

It was a beautiful and crisp evening, everything clearly visible from the full moon. In this lighting, it almost felt as though it were natural to be awake at night. It was the eve of autumn, but you had not quite kissed summer goodbye just yet.

You reflected on that feeling; in many ways the current season reflected your life. You were on the eve of your beginning, the precipice of something completely changing. This relationship on Axl began back in 1989; you were nearing your four-year anniversary. All your friends often asked when he was going to propose—as if that were an appropriate question for you. But you did wonder too; Axl never shied away from the discussion of marriage or having a family. You knew, from private conversations and even candid public interviews, how desperately he wanted a domestic life. To be a husband, a father. He talked with you as though these things were all inevitable, an absolute certain future.

“This house is perfect for us,” he had told you when he had first showed you the house you two were now living in. “It’s got plenty of space. Lots of bedrooms; I think the one closest to the master would make the best nursery. I’m gonna have a guy come and install a pool fence next week.”

And yet, sometimes, you still wondered. But in this moment, when you were freely able to admire the way Axl’s hair blew in the breeze, how beautiful his eyes looked, how enigmatic he was, all you knew was love. All you knew, all you felt, without a shadow of a doubt.

Axl reached over and placed his hand on your thigh. Even through the thin silk, his touch was electric. “Maybe I was wrong.” He mused, sending you a coy smile that told you his thoughts were up to no good. “Maybe you should have worn nothing at all.” You merely gave him an innocent smile back.

“Well, I’ve got nothing on underneath.” You replied. His hand tightened around your thigh, and you listened to him groan.

“Think you’re cute, huh?” He asked, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh. You shivered a little, but kept your smile.

“Sometimes.” You replied breezily. Axl’s smile widened.

“Always.” He corrected you. That was a habit of his.

“This is my partner, Y/N. Aren’t they beautiful?” Was his standard introduction to others that he took you to meet. He didn’t seem satisfied until they acknowledged that truth, but only respectfully, of course. That was always a fine line; if someone seemed too interested, Axl would start bristling in seconds. You knew he was simply proud to have you, enamored by you, possessive of you. And maybe other women would feel smothered, but you had never minded.

Soon, Axl’s exhilarated speed slowed. The car winded through the hills of your neighborhood at a slow and even speed, and that was when you realized the radio was off. You reached for the knob, smiling when you heard “Fade Into You” playing.

“How do you do it?” Axl asked suddenly, drawing your attention. A million things ran through your mind at the question.

“Do…what?” You asked. He continued to look at the road, a soft contemplation on his face.

“Put up with me.” He replied. “Love me. The man they call the biggest asshole in rock. Temperamental nightmare who can’t even keep his own band together.” You frowned at how his mind strayed immediately to the negatives.

“I don’t put up with you.” You disagreed. “That would imply there’s a burden I have to deal with. You only add to my life, Axl. I love you. I’m at a loss for words to explain how you make me feel.” He glanced over at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment, but he said nothing. He continued to drive in deep silence.

You didn’t feel the need to prod, nor worry; Axl sometimes took a moment to put his words just how he wanted them. After a while, you realized you had circled back to your house. The car slowly climbed the driveway before he parked it and cut the engine. The ensuing silence was louder from the suddenness, as was Axl’s sigh.

“I respect that,” he said finally. “Sometimes it’s hard describing feelings. But, I dunno. For me, it’s all really clear. And I was missing the clarity, ‘til you.” He had his head leaned back against the seat, before he turned it ever so slightly to send a soft smirk at you. “You came in and everything made sense. Why I was here, why I went through so much bullshit, why those other relationships never worked. You cut through all the superficiality and all the new fame we were getting, and you were the one thing that kept my feet glued to the ground, to this reality. Our reality, our life. And now, everything I do, it’s all in some way tied to you. You’re my every reason, my every answer, my every motivation. It’s just you.”

You were speechless as you listened to him, wondering where the rush of emotion came from, wondering if you were simply still lost in a vivid dream. “

Axl, I…I mean, I feel the same way. It’s you for me too.”

“Do you mean it?” He asked you gravely, as if you answer would determine if his heart would still beat. He wasn’t threatening, or even skeptical with his question. It was full of genuine fear. Of doubt, apparently in himself. His voice was quiet, his eyes gazed at you almost skittishly.

“Of course I do.” You assured him quickly, grabbing his hand again. He sucked in a breath, a nervous smiling beginning to peak from the corners of his mouth.

“Okay,” he seemed to warn, and suddenly jumped out of the car, again refusing to use the door. You frowned, watching him pace around the front of it to your door.

“Axl— “

“Haven’t you been wondering why I can’t ever sleep lately?” He asked you as he pulled open your door. You gazed up at him.

“I just…assumed you had a lot on your mind. Music, just jitters, finishing a long tour. Why? Axl, are you okay?” He laughed at your question.

“Yeah. I’m great. You’re right, but there’s something else. I’ve been trying to figure out the right way to do this for month. I’ve asked everyone. I’ve looked at hot air balloons, I’ve looked at all the countries we’ve toured in, every big attraction. I’ve looked at a million roses from different flower companies. But it’s never good enough. And I wasn’t planning on doing this now, but I’ve carried this thing on me for the past few months, and now I’m realizing moments like this, just us driving, are the ones where I know it’s real.” You gasped at the sight of Axl kneeling to his knee. “So, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

Your heart raced. Tears threatened to spill. The turn of events wasn’t anything you could have possibly guessed when you had brushed your teeth and prepared for sleep a few mere hours ago, but that seemed to be a theme in this life with Axl. It was always utter enchantment, full of uninhabited opulence, of the highest ups and lowest downs. And, as he had told you, something real. That love was real.

“Yes! Yes.” You said quickly, throwing your arms around his neck and tumbling out of the car. He caught you instantly, the both of you falling into a heap on the driveway, laughing from the nerves, kissing blindly at any inch of reachable skin.

“Then, I think this is yours.” He said, pulling the ring from the box. It was a rather large emerald cut diamond ring, reminiscent of old classic Hollywood.

“Axl…” you began as he slid the ring on your finger.

“This is a 4-carat diamond.” He told you proudly. “I wanted more. But the jeweler said you might be uncomfortable with that big of a ring.” You nodded your head, not even wanting to know how much he had paid. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” You assured him, admiring the shine of the moonlight on the diamond. “And I love you.” Axl smiled and leaned in to peck your lips.

“I love you, angel.” His hand slid up your calf, pulling up the fabric of the slip dress as it climbed. “So…nothing on underneath huh?”

“Can we at least make it inside?” You giggled, feeling him move closer to kiss your neck, feeling his beard tickly your skin.

“No one’s gonna see. Normal people sleep right now.” You laughed at the callback from your earlier conversation.

“Good thing you’re not like other people.” Axl stood up and offered you his hand.

“We’re not.” He corrected, swinging you up into his arms. “You’re not gettin’ any sleep either, sugar.”

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