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should i write one shots about people other than myles kennedy??

give me people to write about and send requests plssss

(i like gnr, metallica, and i can probably do a few other people if you want)

𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕

myles kennedy x reader

(includes fluff, fem reader, drunk reader)

word count: 1206

Myles is your best friend, and he picks you up from a party when you're drunk

“Where are you right now?” his voice came through my phone's speaker, and all I could do was giggle in response. I don’t know how much I had drunk, but it was clear to say that I was absolutely wasted.

“Why?” I took another sip of my drink, and I swear Myles could hear it, because on the other end of the line, he let out a slight sigh.

“Because you’re drunk. Now, where are you.” his voice wasn’t questioning anymore, but rather more demanding.

“At a friend’s party, don’t worry,” I simply answered. It was the truth. I was genuinely at the party of a friend, however, I didn’t expect myself to get wasted.

“No shit, but where.” Myles was starting to sound slightly frustrated on the end of the line, and I couldn’t help but laugh slightly.

“Why are you asking?” I asked again. Around me, the room was starting to go slightly blurry and fuzzy, but I didn’t care.

“Because I’m gonna come pick you up. You’re clearly drunk, and I want to make sure you’re okay,” he answered. Myles had always been my best friend, and nothing more, yet there was a hint of protectiveness in his tone, more than how ‘just friends’ would speak to one another.

I finally gave in and gave him the address, and then went to grab another drink. As I did, one of the guys at the party came up to me. I didn’t know who he was, but I could see his eyes lingering over my body. Even in the drunk state I was in, I could sense something off about him.

Myles POV:

Fuck. She was at a party. Drunk. With who knows who there. I walked through the front door, inviting myself in, and my heart almost stopped when I saw her. She was talking to another guy. 

Before I went over to her, I managed to calm myself down and remind myself that she was just a friend. A friend that I also happened to have a massive crush on. I slowly made my way over to her and sat down next to her. Just one look at her and I could tell she was absolutely wasted.

“Come on, we’re leaving,” I looked down at her, seeing the redness in her eyes growing stronger, and hearing her words slurring together. At my words, she pouted and shook her head, and I sighed, wrapping my arm around her.

“I don’t want to,” she leaned against my shoulder, her voice quiet and sloppy. I instinctively tightened my arm around her, pulling her closer to me.

“No, you’re drunk. Let me take you home. You look like you’re about to pass out,” I locked eyes with her, seeing the reluctance in her eyes before she spoke again.

“Did I ever tell you how pretty you are Myles,” she quietly spoke, and I was slightly surprised by her words. Her and I always had a close friendship, but it had never gone past that point.

“I think you’re really pretty,” her voice continued to slur, and that is when I realised just how drunk she is. I thought to myself for a moment before finally thinking fuck it, and I picked her up, carrying her bridal style out of the house and into the passenger seat of my car.

“What are you doing, I was having fun,” she pouted over at me, but I didn’t answer. I simply started driving. She was in no state to be on her own, so I was taking her to mine for the night. She sat in the seat, crossing her arms, clearly disappointed that I had made her leave.

“Myles,” when she spoke again, I still didn’t answer, my focus purely on the road, now that I knew she was safe.

“Myles,” her voice grew slightly louder, and that was when I finally responded.

“Yeah?” I turned my head to look over at her for a moment before looking back at the road.

“Why did you come?” 

“You’re my best friend. I’ll do anything for you. You know that.”

“But I didn’t ask you to come.”

“You didn’t need to.”

She sighed, and we sat in silence for a few moments before she broke it again.

“Just answer the question. Why did you come.” her question made me think for a moment. Yes, she was my best friend, and the girl I had a secret admiration for for years, but she didn’t know about that, and now was definitely not the time to bring that up. Even if she had called me pretty earlier.

“I told you. When you called earlier, I could immediately tell you were drunk, and I didn’t want anything happening to you. Like I said, you’re my best friend, and I would do anything in the world for you.” I finally answered, pulling into the driveway of my house. 

Instead of getting out, we both sat in the car for a few minutes, just staring at each other.

“I meant what I said earlier, by the way,” she quietly admitted, causing a flutter in my chest. The girl that I was madly in love with, and have been for years, meant it when she called me pretty. I could already feel the butterflies in my stomach.

“Did you?” I said after a moment, still processing her words. She slowly nodded her head.

“Yeah, I did. I’ve wanted to say it for ages, but I really like you, Myles. As in, more than just a best friend way.” her voice grew softer as she spoke, and as she finished speaking, my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t tell if it was genuinely her speaking or just the alcohol, but I could somehow sense the sincerity behind her words.

I suddenly couldn’t control myself as I leaned closer to her, capturing her lips in a deep and passionate kiss. I cupped her face in my hands, pouring my heart and soul into that kiss. Within seconds, I felt her lips moving against mine, and I started kissing her harder. This was the moment I had been dreaming about for years. And it was finally happening.

After a few moments, I slowly pulled away, looking over at her, and I could feel the blood in my body rushing to my cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what just happened. I- I just couldn’t help myself,” I stumbled over my words, but after, I saw the slightest smile growing on her face.

“Don’t apologise, it’s okay. I liked it,” she softly said, and I felt the anxiety starting to subside in my body.

“It’s just, I’ve been too afraid to say it, but I’ve been in love with you for years. Since we started hanging out and became friends, there was always this feeling that I got when I was with you,” I started saying, but before I could finish, she cut me off, suddenly kissing me again.

“I love you Myles,” she quietly said after a moment, breaking the kiss once more. Again, I couldn’t tell if it was her or the alcohol talking, but I couldn’t help but smile slightly at her words.

“I love you too.”

Tommy Iommi: "What should we call our band, mate?"

Ozzie Osborne: "Hm..how about..Black Sabbath?"

Tommy: "Ok, what should we call our first album?

Ozzie: "I'm thinking maybe..."Black Sabbath"

Tommy: "That's a right good name, that, but what about our single?"

Ozzie: "hear me out-"

STOPPP ILY (my no 1 fan fr)

𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕

word count: 432

you sleeping on top of myles as he talks to you in your sleep (myles pov)

the only sound in the room was her soft breathing as she slept. it was one of my favourite sounds in the world. 

I held my arms around her as she lay on top of me, in a deep and peaceful sleep. she looked so relaxed, and I couldn't help but admire her.

“you're so gorgeous when you sleep darling,” my voice was barely a whisper, not wanting to wake her, but I needed to say it. regardless of whether or not she could hear me, I was going to tell her.

I gently stroked her hair as she slept, feeling the soft strands between my fingers. she was always so beautiful, but especially when she slept. 

“I love you so much baby, so so much,” I continued to softly and quietly talk to her in her sleep, not expecting an answer, but still talking anyway. 

whenever she fell asleep on me, my eyes never left her. she was my everything, and I couldn't bring myself to look away, even for a second. her breathing filled the room, it being in slow and even breaths, and a small smile crept onto my face.

“you're so beautiful love, i love it when you sleep on top of me,” I continued playing with her hair as she slept, feeling her chest rising and falling against my body, her arms loosely around me. I continued to look down at her, falling more and more in love with her with every second I spent looking at her.

the way her arms felt around my body. the way she always had one leg up when she slept. the way she occasionally mumbled. the way her hair was always perfect and soft. the way her entire body was close to me, not leaving even an inch of space between us. everything about her made me go crazy for her.

“I love you so much darling, so so much. I know you won't hear this right now, but you mean everything to me,” as quiet as my words and voice were, I couldn't have been more honest and true with them. 

I felt her stirring slightly, wondering if she had started to wake up, but when she went still again after a few moments, I knew she was still asleep. I kept stroking her hair and tracing her skin, loving the way it felt under my fingers.

after a few more minutes, she stirred again, and I continued to look down at her as she slowly opened her eyes, looking up at me.

“you have a good sleep love?”

stoppppp im about to cryyy

Hi, I had thought a story between James Hetfield ( maybe in the 90s) x wife!reader based on the song "November rain" by Guns N' Roses.

I wish it was sad ( I know, I like sad things. That's why i chose this wonderful song) I hope you like this idea.

Lots of love

I’ve ALWAYS wanted to do a fic based on a song… but- I think this turned out pretty weak and probably not what you were looking for (I had a little bit or writers block but that didn’t stop me from at least delivering SOMETHING

𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ¹⁹⁹⁷

I was standing in the kitchen, lost in clattering dishes and the slosh of the dishwasher. Mundane sounds from every day created a comfortable background, but then one new, soft, very familiar melody crawled inside.

It was the opening piano notes of "November Rain" by Guns n' Roses, right there, laid out, a song that I hadn’t heard in a while.

Curiously, I dried my hands on the dish towel and followed the sound. It led down the hallway, past the living room, and toward the nursery.

With every step, the sweet melody became more clear, pulling at memories long tucked away for safe keeping.

I paused at the nursery door, letting the soft glowing nightlight bleed into the quiet hallways. Inside, I peeked inside, only to feel my heart squeeze in my chest.

James sat in the rocking chair, holding our baby daughter in his arms. His head was only slightly bowed, watching her as he softly crooned the words of the song.

His voice, which was normally gritty and powerful, was so loving and soothing now, curling itself around the words in a way that I knew he’d only ever do for his child.

"Sometimes I need some time on my own," he sang, the lines laced delicately with love. "Sometimes I need some time all alone."

I slipped quietly into the room, not wanting to break their moment, yet not able to walk away. James looked up and directly at me, he beamed humbly, continuing to sing, eyes never leaving mine.

I moved closer, where I could see how our daughter's small fingers were locked onto one of his. She stared up at him with wide, saucer eyes.

"This song," he whispered, then stopped singing and smiled. "Ahhh, it reminds me so much of your mommy. Do you know that I danced to this song with your mommy when we first met?” He cooed to her.

That night is as fresh in my mind as if it was only yesterday, the way he pulled me onto the dance floor despite my protests, how I was so glad he did, because I fell so in love with him.

"We were at this dive bar," James went on, gently rocking. "Your mommy didn't want to dance at first. But I wouldn't take no for an answer. Then this song came on and, man, I think she changed her mind. And now look, we’ve got you."

It brought tears to my eyes. He looked down at our daughter, his face soft.

"Your mommy looked so beautiful that night," he whispered. "She still does, every day. This song became our song. And now, it's yours, too sweetheart."

He eyes fluttered, tiny breaths evening out, and she slipped off to sleep at his voice.

"I know it's hard to keep an open heart," he sang, his eyes meeting mine again. "When even friends seem out to harm you. But if you could heal a broken heart, wouldn't time be out to charm you?"

The words seemed to take a new meaning for me standing there, our love, and the new life brought into this world together.

The music finally stopped, and James rose his gaze to mine, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you," he said so easily, like smooth melting butter. "I love you more every day."

I walked over to him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "I love you too," I whispered. "So much."

He carefully shifted our daughter to one side so I could sit beside him on the arm of the rocking chair. I perched there, wrapping one arm about his shoulders while resting my head against him.

Together we watched our daughter sleep, her tiny chest steady rise and fall.

Apparently today, August 20th, is National Honeybee Day.

So here’s that time a certain bee got a bit confused and thought the elf was a flower…

Say it with me people: “That was a f@c&ing bee!”

so i recently saw slash with Myles Kennedy and the conspirators in concert, so I thought I'd share some of the photos I took!

*introducing themselves at the start of an interview*

Myles: Hello, I'm Kevin Bacon

Scott: I'm fucking Scott Phillips

Myles: *starts laughing uncontrollably*

Brian: I'm Brian Marshall *starts laughing*

Mark: I'm Mark Tremonti

Myles: *still laughing*

Scott: *starts laughing*

Manager: Alright, take three thousand