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Do Slash every side of him

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(pls be more specific i have no idea what you mean 😭😭)

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.”

Hi, I saw Myles in Berlin last week, and I just wanted to share that I've come to the conclusion that there are 3 types of Myles Kennedy out there:

1. The bare-armed dork

2. The Rockstar™ with slightly unbuttoned shirt

3. The flannel-wearing silver fox

And I love all of them.

You are correct!

Those are obviously:

1. SMKC Myles

2. AB Myles

3. Solo Myles

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"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.

Myles' attempt at throwing gang signs? 😂 Mark's face is like "WTF?"

Slash getting all blushy and kicking his feet at the scary sleepover (2017)

I need her so bad

i’m gay im gay im gay im gay im gay im

Myles Kennedy's L'Oreal shampoo commercial

The most frustrating experience as a writer is having a clear vision in your mind of the story you want to tell but being too afraid to put pen to paper for fear of failing to do the story justice. I’m so scared that my actual execution will fail to meet my expectations that I’m paralysed to even start.