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Hi can I make a request on a fanfic of Jon Bon Jovi where he is married to a model/singer and reader is heavily pregnant with their first child and it’s just a soft evening where he is singing new songs to her (slippery when wet era) and it’s just fluff and a lot of pda💕

Short Fic:

Tender evening with Jon doting on his heavily pregnant wife

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Jon was so good to you, really. He was far more than you could’ve possibly asked for. From the moment you two got together, he was incredibly sweet. He’d plan date nights at all your favorite restaurants, buying what you wanted no matter the price. He was always more than happy to splurge when it came to what you wanted.

You two had met at some fancy event. You were a semi-famous model, trying to make a bigger name for yourself. But when you laid eyes on Jon, (or was it vice versa?) you were smitten. Immediately you two had hit it off. At first both your and Jon’s management team thought something was going to go wrong. A messy breakup, some sort of scandal, anything. You two proved them wrong, especially after Jon put a ring on your finger. From then on, it was total bliss. You were more than happy to have Jon by your side. Jon couldn’t believe that he was so lucky to have gotten you as his wife. He was sure to make every second of it count.

You stared a bit too long at a super fluffy blanket? It was yours. Made a comment on those cute shoes? He’s already at the register. Jon loved to spoil you. He loved you, period. And of course, when you stayed in the baby section of clothing stores for a bit too long, he knew he’d have to give you just that.

After finding out about your pregnancy, he was ecstatic. Instantly he was doting on you more (if that was even possible) making sure each of your every needs was met. Jon loved driving you to your doctor appointment, he especially loved seeing all the ultrasound pictures. The movement of the little baby who was both of yours. During bouts of morning sickness, he’d rub your back comfortingly, hold your hair back, everything just to make it a little easier on you.

When it came to buying things for the baby, you and Jon went a bit overboard. He was looking at houses that were big enough to support a kid- and possibly more in the future- while you were purchasing all the cutest little baby clothes. The future baby was more than prepared for.

And now? Things were coming down a bit. Your due date was approaching closer and closer so there wasn’t much you were able to do anymore with your growing belly. Jon had finally found himself some free time from working with the band. After dinner he had helped you bathe and get into bed. Placing a tender kiss on your stomach and to your lips, he got into bed with you, pulling the sheets up close.

He wrapped his arm around you, holding you close to him, “How’re you doing mama?” He said softly, giving you another kiss.

Your hands go up to your belly, a tired smile gracing your face, “As well as they can be, I suppose. Can’t wait for this bugger to get out though.”

Jon smiled, also putting his hands overtop yours, “Yeah. I’d bet.” He paused for a minute, taking in the moment. How we was going to become a father very soon, “Hey sweetie. I’ve been working on some songs for the new album.”

“Really?” You said enthusiastically, “That’s wonderful.”

Jon nods, “Mhm… would you like to hear ‘em?”

“Yeah… yeah I’d like that.” You said with a small nod.

So Jon began to softly sing to you, giving you occasional kisses here and there. After a bite his voice began to relax you and eventually soothed you to sleep. As he felt your body relaxed, he couldn’t help but give you one last kiss and pull your favorite fluffy blanket a bit higher on you.

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A Gift

You and Izzy sit on the balcony, smoking cigs and observing the stars

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For: my lovely, @dizzystradlin, a very special person to me.

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You’ve had your fair share of life. Maybe you’d pushed through more than you had to. Endured more than most. Exhaling a puff of smoke, you sighed, leaning your head back against the exterior of the apartment you were just barely able to afford. The sky was clear tonight- at least as clear as it could be considering that you lived in Los Angeles. The stars were faint, but still just faintly glowing in the sky. Like little dots. Just two twinkling away.

You ash your cigarette on the molding boards which make up your porch. How many cigarettes had you and gone through at this point? You’d last track long ago, when the sun was still up, not that you were exactly keeping track. Izzy was your… well Izzy. Maybe that’s what it is- just plain and simple. You were you and Izzy was Izzy. Izzy who crashed on your couch far too many times, Izzy who was a little to lax when you could make payments, Izzy who spoke more with his eyes than words. Just plain ol’ Izzy.

That was more than enough for you.

At your rock bottom, Izzy picked you back up on your feet. Be it that he was aware or not. He helped you in more ways than one, physically and mentally. Were you exactly one hundred percent in either aspect? No. But things felt a little more possible. You turned your head just enough to watch Izzy- who was standing right next to where you sat. He seemed to paying attention to everything and nothing.

“Don’t you…” you paused, taking another drag of the cigarette. It almost seemed like Izzy didn’t even hear you, but you knew he did. He always did. You exhaled and continued, “Don’t you ever think about how insignificant we really are? I mean… look at all those stars. They’re… they’re goddamn massive compared to us. And yet here I am, worrying about the utility bill.” Then silence again. Izzy didn’t respond, not that you were really expecting him to.

The silence went on for a few minutes.

Izzy spoke up and you almost jumped, almost, “I think you’ve got a one-sided perspective on all this. You think we’re all that insignificant to the stars, but they’re just as insignificant as us.”

He pointed out and up towards the sky, “That star right there, what difference would it make to us if it just wasn’t there? Disappeared or something, I don’t give a fuck.” He dropped his cigarette and out it out with the heel of his boot, hands automatically going to his pants pockets.

You didn’t responds, you didn’t exactly have a counter argument… you also wanted to hear Izzy keep on talking. For being a drug-addled rockstar, he was far more insightful than most.

“It wouldn’t make a lack of difference. To us, we’re seein’ the same damn starry sky.” He turned to look at you, his hazel eyes staring right into yours, “Guess it’d be different if you only focused on that star, yeah?”

You swallowed and gave a half nod, “Yeah.”

“Then I’d guess you’d noticed it missing.” He said with a shrug, but you knew the implication. That all the stars reflected all the people in the world. That the one star which, in theory, disappeared was you. And Izzy was the silent observer, watching the sky.

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You are a spectacular individual, so strong and so incredibly brave. I wish you all the best

Imagine:

You convince your boyfriend, Tom, to try on your lip products

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You’d always been a little jealous of Tom and his pouty lips. They were always so perfect plump- but he wouldn’t ever take care of them! And that annoyed you, graced with such a gift, only to be neglected- which started your barrage of pestering,

Every morning you’d give him kissed and say comment how a little chapstick would do him good. Out at dinner you’d bring up how the lighting would give his lips such a nice shine if he put on a little gloss. At the mall you’d hint how that certain shade of lipstick would complement his complexion so well…

Finally after weeks of badgering, Tom agreed. You were ecstatic. The two of you were sat on the bed, you had this whole array of lip products- which was actually apart of your secret “For Tom” stash. Finally your time had come.

After you applied different colors of lipstick, types of lipglosses, and such- you realized Tom rocked literally everything. And he was liking it too/ you noticed how he’d look into the mirror after every lip combo you tried on him. It honestly made you a little jealous, if you were being honest.

A few days after the fact, you’d notice that Tom’s lips always had a bit of shine. Nothing too extreme, it was subtle, but you too pride in it.

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a fic where slash and reader join the band around the same time, are rivals for a while but slash starts to fall for reader and gets jealous when axl hits on reader and that night is his last straw and confesses

Short Fic:

Despite being rivals since knowing each other, Slash begins to slowly build feelings towards you. His feeling grow until he sees Axl flirting with you

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Slash typically never had an issues with people. Got along with most everyone, made friends easily. That was you came along. Ever since you joined the band he kept feeling like he had to one up everything you did. Slash didn’t really know why, but you just ticked him off. And you, seeing that Slash had something against you for whatever reason, built up resentment towards him as well.

The little scuffles between you two were never enough to really cause much of an issue within the band. Snarky comments here and there, eye rolls, just about anything petty to make each other annoyed. More than once you hid Slash’s top hat and smoked his cigarettes. In return he’d hide all your picks in the most inconvenient places.

As the weeks drug on into months, Slash began noticing a change. A change within himself. In the days you weren’t at practice, he found himself missing your presence. He started to feel guilty when he pulled little pranks on you. He began to be a little nicer, buying you coffee unprompted, helping you move your stuff. It made Slash feel conflicted, why was he feeling so differently? You seemed to be doing just the same.

One morning, while halfway through his third cup of his JD/coffee mix, Slash accepted the fact that he’d developed feeling for you. A crush, if you will. He stared down into the cup, he felt like he was the awkward little kid in middle school again. There was no goddamn way that he was going to tell you- there was absolutely no sign that you even tolerated him, let alone liking him romantically. Plus, rejection would just make things… weird… within the band.

Sighing, while running his hand across his face, he decided he would just do nothing. After all, he was probably just confused. There was no way he actually caught feelings for someone as annoying as you. No way at all… He’d keep messing with your stuff, even if it made him feel bad to watch you frantically look around for whatever it was he hid.

Standing up with a groan, Slash was going to get some more coffee and a lot more Jack Daniels when he heard Axl’s voice in the room over. He furrowed his brows- that bastard was never up this early. Hell, he wasn’t usually ever up this early either- but here they were. Curiosity took over, as far he knew, he was the only one here… besides Axl apparently.

Slash peered around the corner and felt his blood run… cold? Axl was there in the kitchen, but so were you. Being this close, he could tell what was going on. Axl was blatantly flirting with you. He was getting up in your personal space, buttering you up. Praising your skills as musician, commenting on your hard work, mentioning how beautiful you looked that night. And worst of all? You were smiling, a light blush dusted your cheeks as Axl continued to flatter you.

Jealousy coiled in his gut. He realized, a bit belatedly, that he probably had more than just a little crush on you. Slash knew that he should be in Axl’s place. He should be the one calling you beautiful, using god-awful pickup lines. He wanted you to be the one smiling at him. You should be- Slash stopped himself. Maybe he was getting a little too carried away. Drunk- he was probably drunk. But staring at the scene e of you and Axl in the kitchen almost made him feel sick. He was going to regret this. He pushed away from the doorway and turned away.

Yup. He was already regretting it. He turned around again, making his way into the kitchen. Both you and Axl looked up. He was about to greet Slash when he grabbed your arm.

“We’ve gotta talk.” He said, voice more strained than he hoped. Pulling you up from where you were, he practically drug you out of the kitchen- leaving behind a very confused Axl. Your questions went unanswered as Slash pulled you into the next nearest room… which happened to be the bathroom.

“Hey?! What the hell are you doin’?” You asked, utterly confused. What sorta bullshit prank was he trying to pull on you this time? But ask you looked at him, Slash was very obviously averting his gaze, “Slash..? Uhm?”

“Uhh” Slash repeated. He felt awkward… why the did he go into the bathroom of all places?! He licked his lips anxiously, “I gotta talk to you.”

You looked at him skeptically, “Yeah… you told me that. About what though?”

“About…” Slash couldn’t bring himself to say the words. His palms were getting sweaty- he was to to nervous, “Er… uh about you..?”

He didn’t even sound like he was here about what he was saying. You have him a flat look, “About me, huh?”

He nodded, a bit too quickly, “Yeah… mhm. Uhm. Yeah, I’m just, y’know, sorry? For everything.” Slash swallowed a bit harshly, internally cursing himself for acting like a damn twelve year old.

“Sorry?” Your defensive demeanor fell. Sorry? Was he really apologizing for being a jackass?

He nodded again, “Sorry. You’re pretty cool, y’know? I like jammin’ with you… and you’re pretty funny- and pretty in general” He added.

You looked around, expecting some kinda joke. For something to happen. But nope, it was just you, Slash, and the bathroom, “You’re sorry… like really sorry.”

“Really damn sorry. I like you. A lot.” He looked at you, “I mean it… you’re funny. You’re hot, like really fuckin’ hot. I just- I wanna stop actin’ like I don’t like you when I really do, y’know?”

You couldn’t stop that smile that fell upon your lips… this guy, “Yeah? I guess I think you’re pretty cool too.”

Slash seemed surprised to hear that, “Yeah..?- uhm well anyways. I just was gonna tell you-”

You cut him off, “You were jealous weren’t you?” You said with a cheeky grin, “You like me so you didn’t like seen Ax talk o’ with me? Right?”

He felt embarrassed, “I guess you could say that…”

“You aren’t the most observant… are you?” You said slyly, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the lips, “I think I noticed it before you did.”

Slash was confused, but relief flooded his chest as you leaned up to kiss him, “I didn’t notice what..?”

You only rolled your eyes, “I love you, you damn moron” You gave him another kiss, a bit longer than time. Slash was still confused, but he accepted it.

“Yeah… I love you too.”

The rest of that, whatever went down in that bathroom is history. Axl vowed to never use that bathroom again.

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