Guns N' Roses One Shots

home sweet home

emaline x duff(?)

summary:
the boys sneak into your house unexpected, you find them after a long day.

word count:
2261

home sweet home-mötley crüe

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Walking into my house after unlocking the front door, my mom greeted me from the kitchen. It smelled of her classic roast beef, one of my favorites. The aroma made my stomach grumble as I passed the sink. "Hi, sweet pea." she smiled, leaning to kiss me on the check. "Hey, ma. Cooking my favorite?" I asked, looking into the pot of mashed potatoes. "Just a little something." "That's a lot, isn't it?" I asked.

It was at least double what she usually makes. After all, it was only me, my little brother, and my mom. "I thought we could use extra." she shrugged. "Oh, uh- okay. Can you call me down when it's ready? I'm gonna go take a shower." I said, making my way up the stairs. "Sure, hon."

I nearly jumped out of my skin as I opened the door. "Oh, hey, Em." Slash nodded casually. I quickly shut the door and tossed my bag to the floor, "Hi, yeah, what the fuck are you guys doing in here?!" "Where were you?" Steven asked, stumbling to fit into one of my skirts. "Huh?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "You got off work at 8:30. It's 9:47. Where were you?" Axl asked, glancing up from my RIP Magazine then turning the page.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, slumping down onto the beanbag in the corner beside Duff, "I was just talking to one of my coworkers." "For an hour?" Izzy mumbled. "Yes, Izzy, for an hour." I stated, aggravated. "Well, who took you home? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't one of us." Axl asked again. "Oh my God. It was the coworker, alright?" I groaned. I was beginning to grow uncomfortable in the beanbag, I didn't have much room while Duff was also on it. My room was pretty small, so having five extra guys in it wasn't an easy fit.

Thankfully, Duff took notice of my awkward position and slid me onto his lap. None of the boys took notice of this, and only kept interrogating me. "Really? What's her name?" Slash asked. "His name is Nathan, and he drove me home after we hung out." I sighed, snuggling myself deeper into Duff's chest. "He? How long have you known this guy?" Axl finally shut the magazine and tossed it beside him, sitting up.

"Since I started working there." My voice was monotonous and bored, clearly expressing how uninterested I was with their questions. "How would he feel about you being all cuddly with Duff? Hm? I'm sure Nathan would be a little pissed off." Axl mocked again. "Okay, I'm shutting this conversation down before I kick you out. Also- How did you guys even get in here?"

"Your mom let us in." Slash shrugged. "She's a real sweetheart. Hot, too. Is she single?" Steven wiggled his eyebrows. "Stop it, that's gross." I mumbled. "What perfume is this? It smells good." Slash asked, holding a glass bottle. "Maybe read the label, genius." Izzy suggested from beside him, where he was also observing all of the things on my vanity. "Mm, 'Obscure'. Is that french?" Slash read the name in a posh voice. "That says Obsession. It's in English." Izzy corrected again.

"Hey guys, do I look good in this? Be honest." Steven posed, sticking out his hip and pouting his lips. All of our eyes moved down to the skirt he was wearing, that showed off his hairy legs. "Uh.. yes?" Duff asked from behind me, securing his arms around my waist. "This is definitely my color," Slash nudged Izzy, to which he scoffed, "Ax, how are you feeling about this?" Slash puckered his lipstick-coated lips while Axl thought, "Mm, deep nude is your color, for sure."