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🎇 New Year's 🎇 | S. H.

(Warnings: Swearing but otherwise N/A)

She sat on one of the barstools, propping up her chin with her hands as she surveyed her surroundings for the hundredth time that night. Everything here was hot and demanding, bodies circling around each other and the smell of alcohol on everyone’s breath, liquid spilled over counters and clothes alike. But who could blame them? It was a once-a-year occasion. It was new year’s eve.

She saw Axl through her peripheral vision, seemingly engaging in a drink-off of sorts against a skinny guy who was probably a lightweight. She knew Axl was going to win. After all, he’d done much worse, and she had been there to witness much of it.

A little ways away, Duff was feeling up some chick who was scantily dressed, to say the least. She saw him whisper in the blonde’s ear, and saw his hand creep up her thigh. Rolling her eyes slightly, she averted her eyes with a small huff. She wasn’t exactly interested in what was happening between them.

A few minutes ago Steven had tripped up the stairs, no doubt running to the bathroom from the way he was clutching his stomach and holding his breath. Knowing him, now he was probably passed out in there.

Even Izzy was sitting in a dark corner with some girl on his arm. A guy next to him handed him something, probably a joint or something along those lines. Izzy took it and used it, closing his eyes and laying his head against the wall as smoke rose and twirled itself around him.

It seemed the only one not having the time of their lives was y/n. The guys of Guns had invited her to this New Year’s party and she had excitedly accepted, honored with the thought that they liked her enough to bring her along with them. However, by the time they got there, she had deduced that she was probably there to be sober enough to get everyone home, and wanted to hit herself in the head for agreeing to come. That’s where she was now, sipping slightly forlornly on a simple beer and constantly keeping track of the guys to make sure none of them killed themselves.

But one guy was missing from her mental tally. Amidst all the hot breath, smoke and gyrating bodies, it was hard for her to make out much of anyone anymore, and Slash wasn’t where she had last seen him. She frowned to herself, eyebrows creasing as she did once-over after once-over to try to locate him. But to no avail.

That is, until the man himself shouldered and stumbled his way through the crowd and over to where y/n was sitting.

“Slash?” She inquired when she noticed his out-of-it smile, “Hey, earth to Slash, are you still here?”

“Ah, there you are! Our favorite girl!”

“Your favorite girl, huh,” she muttered under her breath, amused. “Anyway, where have you even been? I couldn’t see you through the crowd.”

“Oh, just around, you know,” He answered, taking his hand off its place leaning on the counter to wave it vaguely. He stumbled and she promptly stood up to right him.

“Slash, you’re drunk out of your mind.”

Slash tutted as well as he could while trying his best not to fall over, “And you’re way too sober, darling! C’mon, it’s fuckin new years!”

“Should’ve thought of that before dragging me along to be your little babysitter,” She said, mouth downturning slightly.

“Babysitter?” Slash repeated, frowning slightly, “We never-“

“TEN MINUTES ‘TILL MIDNIGHT!” someone yelled. The place seemed to grow even louder, if possible, as the frenzy increased.

Slash’s eyes brightened comically. “Ten minutes till the new year! C’mon, you gotta enjoy this.” Before she had a chance to respond, he grabbed her hand. Her heart skipped a beat. He continued, “Hey! Do you have a new year’s kiss yet? Can I help you get a new year’s kiss!?”

Her face flushed slightly, “Oh, nah, I don’t. I’ve never really done the whole… new year’s kiss thing, ya know? Never had anyone special enough to do it.”

“What? Really?” Slash stopped, looking at her incredulously as if that was a crime, before he erupted with renewed vigor, “Then I gotta help you get one! Your first new-year’s kiss is gunna be fuckin awesome!”

“Nah, Slash, I’d need to be seriously tipsy in order to agree to that.”

“Then come on!!” Slash dragged her back over to the bar. “Jack Daniels and a couple vodka shots, please,” The drinks were quickly served. Slash pushed the bottle of Jack Daniels into her arms. “Come on. Drink some, for fucks sake, you aren’t a lightweight, are you? if you remember everything that happened on new years eve you didn’t celebrate it right!”

As Slash egged her on, she thought what the hell? She was going to celebrate the new year and celebrate it right. Who gave a shit about tomorrow’s consequences?

She took a huge swig from the bottle.

Slash cheered, slurring his words together as he said, “Congrats!! Okay, now for that kiss!”

She could already feel the alcohol setting in, and it felt good. It gave her a buzz and she felt like she could agree to whatever the adorable drunk fluffball said.

“Okay, we only have a few minutes, so we need to find someone, stat. Most people planning to do it have probably already paired up by now,” Slash said. He looked more serious than she had seen him in ages. “Axl?”

“Ew, no, that would be like kissing my cousin!” She laughed, head clouding slightly

Slash nodded, looking oddly satisfied, “Okay, I thought so. I think he’s already got a chick anyways.”

“FIVE MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT!”

“Fuck,” She cursed under her breath.

“That’s fine, if worst comes to worst grab the first random person you find hot and just kiss them.”

She raised an eyebrow, “I’d rather not do it entirely.”

She had a thought, “Hey, Slash, what about you? Do you have a New Year’s kiss already?”

Slash hesitated, “Kinda. I dunno. But It doesn’t matter as much for me ‘cause I’ve pretty much done it every year.” She frowned discreetly at his answer.

“Steven?” Slash suggested next.

“I’d do it as friends, but he went upstairs to puke and he hasn’t come down since.”

Slash nodded, brows furrowing in thought.

“ONE MINUTE!”

“Shit shit shit,” She said.

Slash looked around hurriedly, “Wow, time passed so fast! Here!” He handed her a shot of vodka before grabbing the other one for himself. “For the adrenaline.” He explained as he linked their arms. Y/n nodded.

Simultaneously, they brought the glasses to their lips, downing the shots in less than a second. As the liquid burned down her throat, she admired the frizzes of his hair and the arches of his lips while his eyes were closed in bliss.

Their moment was interrupted when the crowd suddenly screamed, “TEN!”

Gasping, the two of them were quick to join in.

“NINE!” She felt the alcohol course through her.

“EIGHT!” Axl was fighting his way through with a brunette cozy next to him.

“SEVEN!” Duff was shouting along with the chorus of voices, still enamored with that blonde.

“SIX!” Steven was unfortunately nowhere to be seen.

“FIVE!” Izzy was still in the corner, but was stood up with an arm slung over a girl.

“FOUR!” Axl stopped next to Slash and flashed them a smirk as the brunette held onto his bicep.

“THREE!” Slash was bouncing up and down, his hair flying around his face as he hollered along.

“TWO!” Slash turned to face y/n.

“ONE!” Slash grabbed her face, and before she could react, pulled her in for a harsh and desperate kiss.

The roar of the crowd was deafening.

But all she could sense was the addicting feeling of his lips folding roughly over hers. She reached up and tugged at his hair, eliciting a small growl from him. He pulled her closer until they were flush against each other.

When they pulled apart for air his eyes searched hers. Panting, he grinned.

A happy new year indeed.

#guns n roses #gnr #rock #slash gnr #new year #velvet revolver #writing #airamiquhs

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You find yourself stuck in an elevator with your icon and your username. How happy are you?

#just... yes

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exam week is running me over help

wish me luck T-T

(Pics to make myself feel better 😭🫠

These are ppl i would be totally fine with running me over 👀)

(Also btw Percy looks so angelic)

#exams #exam stress #robert plant #dave grohl #izzy stradlin #kurt cobain #chris cornell #not writing #airamiquhs

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if a man was a woman. robert plant

#yup. #robert plant #classic rock #led zeppelin #led zep

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#me #humour #lol

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On the day of Kurt’s passing I watched the entirety of the Nirvana mtv unplugged performance

and god I need help

i love the meatpuppets covers

especially the “where do bad folks go when they die” on Lake of Fire, that line just gives me chills every fucking time.

#and the raw emotion in his voice #ughh #nirvana #kurt cobain #mtv #mtv unplugged #90s #and the lilies #help

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#I feel this #percy is bbg #honestly what else is there to say #led zeppelin

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Aneurysm

(Warnings: Swearing, otherwise N/A :)

“Hey, Kurt!” She shouted as soon as he picked up the phone. “Hey-” “So I’m really fucking bored right now,” was cut off from his admittedly meager attempt at slipping in a few words. However, it was the norm and he let out an amused huff.

“I’ve listened to all my records at least a million times and I’ve rewatched all the movies I own, plus I’m way too broke to get anything new to occupy me. And then I was thinking about whether or not any of my friends would be free that like the same things with me that I could hang with, and I remembered, ‘Oh, Kurt would have no fucking clue what to do other than get high either, and he’s my friend right?’ so basically what I’m saying is, can I hang at your place with you and Dave?”

Kurt let out a raspy chuckle, and she found herself smiling. She knew he wouldn’t mind her rambling, especially when it took the pressure of making conversation off him. Even so, there were occasions when she went on a long spur without even realizing it. She couldn’t help but flush a little, “Oh, uh, I’m rambling, aren’t I! Sorry-”

“Sure, of course you can. C’mon over.” “Great! I’ll be there in ten!” She nearly squealed in excitement, hurrying to hang up so she could get there sooner. Her never-ending energy was the complete opposite of him, but they somehow found a way to be as close as they were. It may have seemed strange on the outside, but it was perfectly normal to them. They completed each other with practiced ease. She could not wait to be there.

***

She keeps it pumping, straight to my heart

She slammed on the brakes, screeching to a stop right in front of his and Dave’s place. With her signature grin, she rapped three times on the front door, and it was opened almost immediately by Kurt, looking as casually disheveled as always.

He smiled lopsidedly, inviting her to come in with a sweep of his arm.

She keeps it pumping, straight to my heart

As she practically ran in, she tugged on Kurt’s arm, holding onto it with her iron grip, pulling him along with her as she raced towards his beat-up guitar. It was conveniently plugged in to the amp; he had probably been practicing. Picking it up, she flung the strap over her shoulder, randomly trying to play a chord. It ended up sounding like a screeching, out of tune banshee, causing Kurt to snicker.

She keeps it pumping, straight to my heart

His snicker caused a chain reaction, because she was one of those people who laughed when others did. It started with a snort, then a chuckle, until both of them were doubled over and in hysterics. The sight of Kurt full-on laughing egged her on, it, being a rare sight.

She keeps it pumping, straight to my heart

They saw Dave peek his head around the corner to see what all the commotion was about, rolling his eyes when he realized it was only her. She stretched her fingers across the fretboard, trying to reach them as far away as possible, strumming loudly while hunching over and imitating the facial expression of one of those so-called “rockstars”.

She keeps it pumping, straight to my heart

At the sight, Dave could not help but walk further into the room, joining the chorus of laughter. He clutched a camera in his hand, quickly snapping a picture.

She keeps it pumping, straight to my heart

If you had looked in, all you would see would be three friends having the time of their lives.

She keeps it pumping, straight to my heart-

(Four years later, she stared at the Polaroid in her hand, wondering how things went wrong.)

#kurt cobain #nirvana #grunge #nineties #90s #rock #rockstar #cobain #airamiquhs #my writing

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30 years ago today, Kurt Donald Cobain took his own life.

Rest in peace. We miss you.

#april 5 #kurt cobain #rip #rest in peace #nirvana #grunge #nineties #90s

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(As pretext for the post, I have a Chinese parent and have lived in China)

In China it's April 4th today. (I don't really think I need to explain what that means) Funnily enough, it coincides with Qingming festival, aka tomb-sweeping day.

It's not April 5th yet in the "Western world", so I'll save that post for a bit later, but I just wanted to share that coincidence.

Rest in peace.

#rip #april 4 #kurt cobain #nirvana #grunge #airamiquhs

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👏OstRich wOMaN👏

Kurt, Julian and Axl were walking around L.A. when they noticed a girl thumbing through records, casually talking to the cashier in a record store. She had blonde hair that was tied up in a messy bun, and even from so far away, they could spot the way her violet orbs glistened in the perfect illumination of the record store. She was wearing sweatpants and had mismatching socks!! Just from these absolutely gorgeous body traits they could tell she was not like other girls. She still listened to vinyl when CDs existed!! OMG!

Suddenly a feral instinct came over all three of them, and they panted like ferocious alpha males that had spotted their new prey, and raced towards the cute, minimalistic record store. However, one second before they could “accidentally” brush her shoulder and look into her eyes and fall in love at first sight, Slash, Gerard, Nikki and Taylor all stepped one foot in front of them, simultaneously brushing past her and all accidentally touching her exposed shoulder! Outrageous! Didn’t they know she was already Kurt, Julian and Axl’s prey!!???? They were sooo jealous!!!! Suddenly, she tripped over air even though she wasn’t even moving! Aww, she’s clumsy! So cute, and quirky! Just as she was about to fall and suffer a fatal injury, Robert materialized out of thin air and caught her in his arms.

Y/N’s POV: I was about to slip and fall. I closed my eyes, shutting them as tightly as I could. In that moment, I had accepted my fate. I was embracing the fact of my death. I felt the velvety darkness consume my body; my soul; my entire being, as I slipped into accepting. However… I never fell. Suddenly, a man with long, curly, luxurious golden locks caught me in his strong arms, and bathed me with his irresistible scent. He smiled charmingly. I swooned.

3rd Person POV: Y/N spoke. “H-huh?” Her voice was the most angelic thing any of them had ever heard or ever would hear in their lives. Her voice was sweet like honey, smooth like butter, soft like silk, bright as a summer’s day, sing-song like a bird, fluffy like a cloud, warm as heated-up yoghurt, yet also firm like jello, and square like a regular quadrilateral. Her breath smelled like fresh peaches, old books, blades of dewey grass, and a weedwhacker. She reminded them of a dandelion; a cat; a pretty piece of candy; a washing machine; an ostrich.

TIME SKIP BROUGH TO YOU BY THE DRUMS IN SCENTLESS APPRENTICE

3 years later, Taylor releases her newest album. The lead single is called “Ostrich Woman”, and its lyrics are as follows:

[intro] (Ooooh, oooh yeah, she smelled like books!) (Just like old books-)

[verse 1] Baby- Why did I never hold you? When you tripped and fell on air Yeah it’s like I’ve been ensnared Why did it have to be Robert??? I feel like Cindy Lauper!! Oh how I crave your arms (Crave your arms-)

[chorus 1] Ooooh, Ostrich Woman Oooooooh, pretty Ostrich Woman Your beak has plunged into my heart And now I don’t know where to start Oooooh, you’re just like a washing machine See it in the way your eyes gleam You sure got a way of makin me cry From the way you terrorize my mind (you’re such a terrorist!) Ooooh, Ostrich Woman!

[verse 2] Darlin’- You smell just like a weedwhacker Skin feels a bit like, a graham cracker You’re like, So like a cat You make my eyes collect water, Like blades of dewey grass!

[chorus] Oooooh, Ostrich Woma Oooooooh, pretty Ostrich Woman Your feathers have clouded my brain But oh I can't complain Just like in that song "I'm on a plain" You sure got a way of making me cry (TERRORIST!)

[outro] (Youre like a regular quadrilateral And now I'm needing adderall) (YOUR VOICE IS LIKE YOGHURT)

THE END

(happy slightly belated april 1st ;)

#rock #rock music #crack #crack fic #kurt cobain #nirvana #guns n roses #gnr #led zeppelin #taylor swift #the strokes #airamiquhs #april fool's day #april 1st #my writing

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Reblog this post and write who your emotional support band member is

#izzy stradlin #robert plant #kurt cobain

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i forced my friends to do a tier ranking of rockstars (don’t worry no friends were harmed in the making of this post) and one of them really doesn’t like guys with long hair so I knew it was gonna be kinda lost on her but I almost had a seizure when they BOTH took a look at this man AND PUT HIM IN THE LOWEST TIER???? (Tier was called “never in my life”). I’m still reeling in the aftershock 😱 Like, it’s not me right?? I’m not the weird one?? Fucking look at this man?? What!!!???

#SAVE MEEEEE #Apologies for the lackluster song ref #I don’t even listen to chris cornell stuff all that much #outside of superunknown #Which is a fuckin awesome album #But like look at his stare tho?!?? #Chris cornell #grunge #Also the fuckin hair #kill me #not writing

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💫Reassurances.💫 | K.C.

Notes: Kinda angsty but ends with fluff, the mc is Kurt's sister. Enjoy :)

February 27th, 1994

She admired the serenity of the empty house as she sat at the small dining table, a warm mug clasped in her hands and book nestled comfortably between her legs. The quiet pitter-patter of rain on her dark window added to the calm; she had always liked rainy days. She took a sip of her drink, mug clinking against the table as she set it down, and continued to read.

She had gotten to an exciting section of the plot when a knock sounded at her door. It wasn’t particularly loud; tentative, almost. She glanced upwards in surprise and slight annoyance, taking a quick look at the clock mounted on the kitchen counter. 11:53. Who could be here at this hour?

For a second or two, she wondered if she had imagined the small noise, until it sounded again, this time with more insistence. With a minute sigh, she set her book face-down on the table and stood up, walking to the door.

She pulled it open with a slight creak, sounds amplified by the quiet of night. All her reservations dissipated as soon as she saw his familiar face. Kurt Cobain.

He was standing on her porch, dirty blond hair catching any trace of the light from street lamps as it hung over and stuck to his face. He was wearing one of those comfy sweaters he always wore when something was up. She couldn’t see his expression due to the shadows, but she could easily imagine his dejected look from years of seeing it firsthand. His entire body was slicked with rain. Had he not come with an umbrella?

“Kurt!” She exclaimed, slightly hushed, “Come on in.”

He did as she said, stepping into the house. His hands were clasped anxiously in front of him, and everything about his choice of dress screamed “comfort”. He was wearing that familiar pair of beat-up shoes, those baggy jeans and a sweater that hung loosely on his shoulders. When she got a good look at his face, she realized it was even worse than she had anticipated.

His cheeks were pulled awkwardly, as if he was trying his absolute best not to display his discomfort and frustration. Clearly, it bled through regardless. His eyes were sunken and dull, clearly signifying a lack of sleep.

She stepped a bit closer to him, tenderly brushing his wet hair out of his face. He watched her, but made no move to stop her. In fact, she swore she felt him lean in to her touch.

“God, Kurt, what happened?” She breathed to herself. Kurt didn’t respond, though she knew he had heard her.

Instead, he spoke up after a slight pause, “Uhm-” his voice wavered and he swallowed, throat bobbing, before continuing, “I- really needed some other place to spend the night.”

He offered no elaboration or further explanation on why.

“I hope that’s okay with you, uh if not that’s fine I’ll just go back-”

“No, no, Kurt, of course it’s fine. I’d never turn down my own brother.” She offered him a comforting smile.

His demeanor seemed to loosen slightly with relief, “Okay, thank you. It really means a lot to me, letting me stay here-”

She cut him off with a soft chuckle, “You don’t need to thank me, Kurt. After all, we are family. Now, let’s get you changed, ‘kay?”

He nodded, letting her lead him to the bathroom as she passed him some clean, dry clothes that he had forgotten to take back the last time he was there.

She used the time it took him to change to tidy up her reading materials and wash her mug, before turning on the bedside lamp and spreading the blankets. By the time he walked into the bedroom, everything was ready. They brushed and completed their bedtime routines with few words exchanged, although the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It never was, between them.

They slipped into bed next to each other. A small moment of silence ensued before she felt Kurt turn onto his side, facing her and curling up closer to her. She immediately reciprocated, shifting closer and wrapping a warm arm around his frail frame, but frowned slightly. If Kurt was instigating physical contact, then it must’ve been bad. She couldn’t let the silence stretch on any longer.

“Kurt?” She whispered into the darkness.

“Yeah?”

“Are… are things alright with Courtney?”

His body stiffened. For a second she thought she had crossed a line, and was about to apologize, when she heard him inhale a shaky breath.

“I- I just don’t know.” His body was shaking against hers.

She placed a soothing kiss to his forehead, “Don’t worry, Kurt, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“No! I- well I do want to talk!”

She nodded, carding a hand through his hair, not rushing him. It was his choice.

“I just- I just feel so overwhelmed. I wanna be good for Frances but how can I if I can’t even sort out myself? I wanna get better, I want to so much- but it’s so hard to get the motivation and I don’t feel like doing it and then I just give in to it and end up feeling so guilty later on down the line.

“And how can I give Bean a good childhood when her parents can’t even agree on anything? I don’t want her to end up like me, hopping between households they don’t give a shit about and never being able to stay sober. How do I prevent it? I know Courtney and I are gunna crash and burn, but I can’t seem to get myself to stop her. Or me, for that matter. What do I even do? God, sis, I’m such a fuck up.”

At this, she had to cut in.

“No, Kurt, you’re not a fuck up. I understand you. I’ve known you since the day you were born and you never were and never will be ‘a fuck up’. What you’re going through is hard. But your issues and emotions are completely valid, and, honestly, I can relate to what you’ve just said. Your addiction does not define you; nor does your relationship. And remember, if anything happens, there are people that’ll always have your back. I will, and I know Dave and Krist will as well, if you let them. You will be a good parent to Frances, because you love her and I know you’ll always try your hardest. And that’s what’s important. That you’re truly trying.”

His chest heaved against her, “Thank you. I-” his voice cracked, trailing off for a moment, “I needed to hear that.”

His breathing slowed, and he seemed less distraught, previously tensed muscles relaxing under her careful embrace.

She nodded, smiling slightly as she continued to run her fingers through his hair, “No problem. Love you, Kurt.”

“Love you too.” He whispered tiredly. She could tell the emotional exertion was taking its toll on him, and had been for a while now.

She planted another kiss on his forehead, “Get some rest. G’night.” She felt Kurt nod.

With a relieved smile and her brother by her side, she drifted off.

#music #rock #kurt cobain #nirvana #rock music #grunge #90s #dave grohl #krist novoselic #airamiquhs #nineties #kurt cobain fanfic #my writing

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✨Sleeping My Day Away✨ | (R.P.)

Notes: N/A, just fluff :)

She awoke to soft, golden rays of sunlight filtering through the thin curtains drawn in the hotel room. She clung to the warmth and comfort of sleep, even as it flew out of her grasp. However, she did not stay disappointed for long, the feeling of a strong, warm body spooning her from behind reminding her that she did not have to wake up alone. She shifted into a more comfortable position, and the arm pulled flush into her side tightened around her waist. She smiled slightly giddily. Even while sleeping, he was clingy.

Turning on her side to face him, she was greeted with the beautiful sight of his angelic face pulled into a look of contentment. His soft, level breathing was all that could be heard as she admired the light flowing over his golden curls, the rays caught perfectly in the strands and layers splayed across his perfectly sculpted face. She could not resist reaching up and pushing a lock off his forehead, planting a gentle kiss on it. He let out a comfortable sigh and smiled in his no-doubt thinning sleep.

Putting an arm of her own around him and reaching up to play softly with his hair, she surveyed the room, eyes landing on the clock. They had already slept far through breakfast. She used both her hands to massage his scalp, combing through his untamed locks with her fingers. “Rise and shine, golden boy.” She whispered softly into his ear. He let out a groan and slung another arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his body, “Do we have to?” he whined breathily, burying his head into the crook of her neck. “I’m tired from last night.”

“Yes babe. We’ve already slept through breakfast.” She blushed slightly. “Ten more minutes?” “Five.” “Eight?” “Six.” “Seven?” “Fine, seven more minutes.” She caved, knowing full well it wouldn’t be only seven more minutes before they got up. “I love you,” He mumbled, as if that was that. “What, because I let you sleep in?” She asked teasingly, leaving a trail of kisses up the exposed side of his neck. “No, you know what I mean!” He groaned, tightening his hold on her waist as if to prove a point. A few strands of his golden hair flew I her face, overwhelming her with the sweet scent of his shampoo, as if begging to be felt and ran through. “Okay, yes, I know what you mean. I love you too. Now make sure those seven minutes count.” She laughed, giving in and playing with his hair soothingly. “Yes ma’am,” he said, already only half awake.

She smiled. She wished that she could wake up like this every morning, in his warm embrace, legs entwined and hearts content. Her parting thought as she drifted back to sleep was that she never wanted to let this feeling slip away.

#led zeppelin #led zep #robert plant #robert plant fanfic #rock #rock music #rockstar #airamiquhs #this gif T-T #70s #my writing

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Kill me now.

#Izzy stradlin #totally #not #me #obsessing #over #60+ #yr old #rockstars #music #80s #not writing