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AXL FICTION COMING SOON!!!
(about current axl!! I saw gnr in berlin FRONT ROW and some ideas popped into my head🫣)
this is sooo much work btw💔I’ve never written anything like this
and it will be freaky .
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Dilf slash taking care of younger reader while she is drunk 🤭Similiar to your first fic but with dilf slash 🥲🤭🤭
Drunken attitude
summary: You rarely get really drunk, but this night you had really gotten enough and more than that. An unprepared Slash gets you home absolutely hammered and has to get you to bed, just to find out how stubborn drunk you can be.
paring: Older Slash x Reader
warnings: fluff, drunk flirting, references to sexual activities
word count: 5.4k words
a/n: im still alive yay. Sorry for the incredibly long wait anon! hope this is okay🫠 I've been working on this on and off for such a long time and finally decided to finish it. I don't know if I like the ending, might rewrite it someday… It is a Slash fic, but there's a lot of Duff in it too for all of you Duff loving readers on my page<3 enjoy everybody:)
(not proofread as always)
Slash had stopped drinking and smoking a couple of years ago. He had changed his ways of living compared to his wild past. He wasn't craving it, or really missing the feeling. He felt happier and was able to live more in the moment, and actually remember the previous night. Luckily he had also met you. You were quite a lot younger than him, but that wasn't a problem for any of you. He enjoyed your spirit that kept him going, and you loved how experienced at life he was and how he much he cared for you.
You didn't really drink often since you’d much rather share a quiet night with him at home. But today you had been out celebrating one of your friend’s engagement. It had started at her house with some dinner and wine, but as the night had went on you ended out in the city. First you've been at a fancy nightclub with a big ass dance floor and every possible drink in the bar.
Getting drinks was no problem for you either. You had bought the first one or two yourself, and the rest you managed to get from men who thought they had a chance. They didn’t, but you loved a free drink. If they only knew who you had at home.
Later that night, you and some of your friends had stumbled into a bar not far from the club. It was more quiet and low key. You definitely felt the alcohol by now, you were far drunk. You were sitting in a booth with two of your friends who each had found a guy to smooch with. That was way too boring for you, so you stumbled out of the booth and towards the bar, in hopes of scoring another drink.
As you reached the counter of the bar, your shoulder gently bumped into another guy whose back was facing you.
“Sorry…” You mumbled as you stabilized yourself. The longhaired blonde turned around and you were hit with a familiar face.
“Duffyyy…” You exclaimed with a stupidly drunk smile on your lips.
“Woah there- ” He chuckled as you jumped into a hug.
“What are you doing here? Its so funny to see you here.” You said in a happily slurred voice.
“Well, I could ask you the same partygirl. I was just meeting up with an old friend, but you seem to have one heck of a night?” He said with an impressed but surprised expression.
“Yeah well, I was actually out celebrating my friend's engagement, but I’m pretty sure she went home? Now we're here, or some of us are, but they're literally just sitting in the corner, smooching with some guys they found. They're so boring.” You began rambling on in a drunk slurred voice. Duff observed you with a fond amusement.
“Anyways… Are you gonna buy me a drink?” You tried to wheedle him with that extremely carefree and drunk demeanor.
“I don't think you need another one of those Sweetheart.” He said calmly as he watched how you tried to persuade him into buying you another drink.
“Aw, pretty please.. I think one more will do.” You giggled softly.
“How many have you had? Because I'm guessing it's way over your limit already.”
“I don't have a limit… What do you know about limits anyways?” You slurred as you tried to make a point.
He chuckled at your hit at him. “Fair enough.” He put his hands up in surrender. “But I don't think you should drink anymore. Speaking from experience.”
You shook your head with that big drunken smile.
“You want a ride home?” He asked you, knowing that you needed to be stopped for the night.
“Now? No. I'm not going home. I haven't even started yet.” You slurred a bit as you protested him.
Duff raised an eyebrow and shook his head as you protested. "You've started enough.. C'mon, you're drunk."
He laid his hand on your shoulder and began leading you towards the exit of the bar. He knew how stubborn you could be, but he wasn't letting you have another drink.
“Oh you’re so not fuuuun… Why did I find such an old man, with such old and boooring friends…?” You moaned in a complaint as you followed his guidance out the bar.
Duff couldn't help but chuckle a little at your drunk little complaints. He knew you didn't mean it, but hearing you whine like that amused him. He opened the passenger side door of his car and gestured for you to get in, shaking his head with a small smile.
"Yeah yeah, you'll thank me in the morning.. now get in, Princess."
He found it a bit amusing how you were grumbling about everyone tonight, like some kind of grumpy child who wasn't getting their way. It kinda reminded him of Axl back in the days.
You got into his passenger seat and fumbled with the seatbelt. Finally you got it and leaned backwards exhaustively. Duff got in behind the wheel and started the car. He chuckled, turning on a quiet classic rock station, something low. He glanced over at you as he pulled out of the parking spot, your messy hair and half-lidded eyes making him smirk. He knew you'd probably complain on the entire ride, but he was willing to put up with it
"You good?" He asked, voice low and amused.
You groaned dramatically, slumping against the window. "No… I wanna dance… not go to bed like a toddler…"
"You're a bit of a handful when you're drunk, you know that?." He teased softly.
“I am not. I’m very easy. Just buy me a drink and I’ll talk with you. How is that not easy?” You responded baffled, as you began questioning him.
Duff chuckled, shaking his head slightly at your logic. He couldn't help but find you endearing, even when you were drunk and a bit annoying.
"That's your definition of easy, huh?" He teased, his eyes flicking to you for a second before back on the road.
"What happened to Slash’s well behaved and sweet girlfriend? You're a bit feisty today." He teased without looking at you.
“I’m very well behaved… Slash would say the same…” You mumbled back.
“Hm.. Slashhh…” You mumbled, it rolled off your tongue like a lovesick teenager. You scrunched your nose as your lips curled into a smile as you thought of him.
Duff chuckled softly, glancing over at you again. Seeing how your expression softened and the affectionate look on your face when you said his name made him smile.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure he'd agree.." He chuckled and rolled his eyes lightly, amused at your affection for his close friend.
"You know, I still remember when you guys started dating? He came into band practice one day and kept going on and on about the pretty little thing he met.." He smirked and gave you a look before returning his focus back to the road.
“Me..?” You asked surprised. Pointing to yourself.
Duff laughed softly and nodded. "Oh yeah. Couldn’t shut him up about you." He glanced over, grinning slightly.
"First time I ever saw him that nervous. Kept asking me if I thought he was ‘too old’ for you. Like I’d know. Now look at you two, living together. Kinda sweet, actually."
He shook his head, amused. "And yet here you are, drunk and whining about how boring us ‘old men’ are." He teased lightly.
“Aww…” You muttered at thought of him getting nervous about you.
“I really love him Duff… like… He really said that? He’s so sweet…” You mumbled all lovey-dovey, and totally drunk.
Duff chuckled warmly watching you get all mushy about Slash. "Yeah, he said that.. and a lot more."
He shook his head gently, finding it hilarious now how different you were compared to usual. This version of you was like a completely different person compared to your normal ‘sweet and quiet’ self.
"You know, he's gonna kill me when I drop you off like this.. you're so drunk." He teased yet again.
“Oh Duffy… He’s not gonna kill you… He’s so sweet… I’m gonna take care of him… Imma show him a real good nigh-” You began blabbing as Duff stopped you mid-sentence.
Duff burst out laughing as you began ‘blabbing’ at the thought of taking care of your boyfriend later. He quickly cut you off with a laugh. "Whoa whoa whoa, hold on there princess.."
He shook his head. He couldn't help but find your drunken ramblings and affection for Slash adorable, despite how explicit you suddenly were.
"You're way too drunk right now to be taking care of anyone. Especially him. You're probably gonna end up puking or something..”
“I’m not gonna puke. You know I actually don’t really have a gag-reflex-“ You were quickly stopped again. Apparently it wasn’t that kind of throwing up he meant… he just meant from the alcohol.
Duff snorted loudly, immediately cutting you off with a horrified laugh.
"Oh God- I didn’t need that information!" He scrubbed a hand over his face, shaking his head both amused and slightly traumatized.
"Listen, just... keep your drunk thoughts to yourself until you’re safely home and Slash can deal with them, alright?" He groaned, half-laughing. "I’m too old for this."
You giggled. You thought it was hilarious to say dirty things in his presence.
“What did I say wrong? I promise you I’m not gonna puke, trust me I’ve done it many ti-” Again you didn’t get to finish your sentence.
Duff groaned dramatically, pressing a hand over your mouth, lightly to stop you mid-sentence. He looked equal parts horrified and exasperated, but still amused.
"Nope! NOPE. Absolutely not, that’s enough drunk oversharing from you for one night." He sighed, shaking his head as he pulled his hand away, giving you a stern look.
"Just… sit there quietly and think about Slash silently. No talking. No ‘demonstrations.’ Just… behave until we get home." He chuckled under his breath, muttering, "I swear, you're worse than Axl ever was."
You tried to contain your laughter. Your face was flushed. Your lips curled into a giggling smirk. “You’re acting like you didn’t know already.” You said in a lower voice.
Duff shot you a warning look, trying to maintain a hint of seriousness, but it was difficult. You looked so pleased with yourself, and he wasn't used to this sassy side of you.
"Yeah, well. Knowing and hearing are two very different things.. trust me." He sighed, half-laughing. He shook his head in mock disapproval.
Although he tried to act annoyed, he couldn’t hide a subtle smirk. It was hard not to find your boldness amusing. "You're a lot more mouthy when you're drunk, you know that? I kinda miss your usual sweet and quiet self."
“I’m still sweet. And it was you who decided to drive me home. So I don’t see how you also get to complain about me.” You slurred at him.
“As if you didn’t do the same when you were my age. Oh wait! You were so much worse Mr. McKagan. So don’t come here and-“ You began drunkly rambling at him.
Duff couldn’t help but burst out laughing at your drunk lecture. You were right, he had certainly had his fair share of partying days when he was your age. Hell, back then, he and the others were downright reckless.
"Okay, okay, point taken." He held his hands up in mock surrender, still chuckling.
"You got me. I was wild back in the day, guilty as charged. But hey, I've got a few more years of wisdom now." He smirked slightly, raising an eyebrow. "You, on the other hand..."
“I’m fine! I’m so fine!… hah.. ‘so fine’” You looked over at him with a drunk chuckle. “Get it?”
Duff couldn't help but shake his head and laugh at your tipsy reference to the song. "Yeah, yeah, very clever. You get a gold star for that one." He responded sarcastically, shaking his head affectionately.
He couldn’t help but find it amusing how you turned into a completely different person when you were drunk. Normally so sweet and reserved, with just a little alcohol in your system, you turned bold and cheeky - the complete opposite.
“Mhm I really love that one. I would always play it when I was driving at night…” You muttered happily before you suddenly broke out in song.
“How could she look so fine?
I've been taken for a fool!
So many times.
Heyyyy…
Story of a man.
Works as hard as he can
Just to be a man who stands on his own..” You began singing your heart out in a slurred drunken voice.
Duff listened to your drunken performance of the song, a mix of amusement and disbelief on his face. He found it hilarious and endearing all at once. The way you were drunkenly singing your heart out in his car was downright hilarious.
"Okay, okay, take it easy there, rock star." He chuckled, shaking his head as he kept his eyes on the road. He couldn't help but find it adorable how passionately you sang despite being so drunk. It was like you had a different personality when the alcohol kicked in.
Duff finally pulled into the driveway of your and Slash’s house. He put the car in park and turned off the engine, exhaling dramatically as he glanced over at you. You were still slumped in the passenger seat, still grinning like an idiot.
"Alright, here we are. Home sweet home." He smirked, gesturing toward the house. "Think you can walk, or do I gotta carry you inside?”
You giggled as he made you break out in song again. “I’m on my wayyy. I’m on my waaaay. Home sweeet hoooome..” You sang slurred as you fumbled your way out of the car.
Duff watched as you wobbled out of the car, shaking his head in amusement. He couldn't help but chuckle as he got out of his side and came around to help steady you. "Alright, you little drunk singer, take it easy."
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, supporting you as you stumbled up towards the house, still singing your little song in your slurred voice. He had an arm around you to hold you steady. As you reached the door he knocked on it and held you upright while you rested your head against his shoulder.
Slash was lying on the couch, mindlessly watching TV when he heard the knock on the door. He got up curiously, wondering who on earth would be knocking at this time. His expression quickly changed from slight confusion to concern when he saw you all drunk and clingy, standing there with Duff's arm around your waist for support. "What the hell..."
He looked up at Duff, who sighed and chuckled slightly at Slash's reaction.
“Heyyy babyyy…” You slurred in a giggle. “Look who I found!” You exclaimed happily and looked at Duff.
Slash sighed, shaking his head slightly at your drunken excitement, though he couldn’t suppress the small smirk tugging at his lips. He glanced at Duff, who just shrugged, still holding you upright.
"Yeah, I see who you found…" Slash muttered, stepping forward to take you from Duff before you could stumble further. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you gently against him. Despite his exasperated tone, there was warmth in his expression, fondness even.
"Found her at the bar, already pretty hammered." Duff explained with a shrug. "Tried to talk her into going home earlier, but she insisted she 'hadn’t even started yet.'" He imitated your drunken voice, amused.
“I hadn’t! He wouldn’t even buy me a drink! And this man calls himself a gentleman.” You mumbled as you leaned into Slash’s arms.
Slash chuckled, tightening his grip on you as you slumped against him. He shot Duff a playful glare. "Oh, the horror." He teased sarcastically. "Not buying my drunk girlfriend another drink, how dare he."
Duff smirked, holding up his hands in mock innocence. "Hey, I was being responsible! Unlike some people in this room." He gave you a pointed look before turning back to Slash. "She’s all yours now. Good luck with that."
Slash sighed dramatically, shaking his head, but he was grinning.
"Yeah, thanks. Appreciate it." He said, then glanced down at you, amused. "C'mon, trouble. Let’s get you to bed."
You whined in protest, clinging to him.
"Nooo… I wanna keep talking…" You slurred, burying your face in his shoulder. Slash just laughed, holding you closer. "Yeah, yeah, we’ll talk when you’re not slurring every other word."
Duff snorted, already heading back toward the door. "Good luck, man. She was real chatty on the ride home."
"Great. Can’t wait."
But despite his complaints, he was smiling, because even drunk and ridiculous, he adored you.
“Goodbyeee Duffyyy..” You giggled as Duff sat in his car and Slash closed the front door.
Slash chuckled, leaning his back against the closed door and shaking his head at your drunken farewell to Duff.
"You're something else, you know that?" He muttered, trying and failing to suppress the fond smile on his face. Despite your drunk ridiculousness, you were adorable and he couldn't stay annoyed. He glanced down at you, arms still wrapped around you.
"So… how much have you had to drink tonight?"
“Not that much… I’m not even drunk, I can barely feel it..” You giggled drunkenly.
Slash arched an eyebrow, unimpressed but amused, as you giggled and wobbled against him. "Oh yeah? Barely feel it, huh?" He smirked, gently poking your forehead. "Then explain why you’re swaying like a palm tree in a hurricane."
You blinked, then dramatically leaned into his chest with another giggle. "'Cause you're sooo tall... and handsome... and I love you..." You slurred, nuzzling into him like a clingy cat.
Slash exhaled, shaking his head but he couldn't stop the grin spreading across his face. "Alright, that’s it. Bedtime for you."
"Slashhhh..." You whined, draping your arms around his neck. "I’m not sleepy... I wanna stay up... and talk..." You pouted dramatically
Slash chuckled, unable to resist your drunken pout. You could be so damn cute, even when totally wasted. "Yeah, and I'm sure you'd have a very insightful conversation in this state." He replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.
But despite his mocking tone, his expression remained soft. He gently pushed a loose strand of hair out of your face, his fingers lingering at your cheek.
“I think so too! So just come and sit with meee…” You untangled your arms from him and grabbed his arm and dragged him to the couch.
Slash rolled his eyes but let you drag him towards the couch, it was useless trying to resist when you were in this state anyways. With a sigh, he settled down beside you on the couch, shaking his head bemusedly.
"Alright, alright. We’re sitting. Happy?" He smirked, draping an arm along the back of the couch behind you.
“Mhmm.. isn’t this nice..?” You mumbled in a chuckle. You wiggled yourself out of his grasp and straddled his lap instead. You rested your forehead against his shoulder and giggled.
Slash chuckled when you abruptly rearranged yourself onto his lap, his hands instinctively moving to your hips to steady you. You were so tipsy and clingy, it was both adorable and hilarious.
"Oh yeah, absolutely. Total bliss." He teased, his thumbs gently tracing small circles on your hips as he smirked. "Nothing I love more than having my drunk girlfriend clinging onto me like a koala bear."
“Thought so…” You giggled.
You took a deep drag of his scent into his neck. “Mmmmh you’re just so big and warm and comfy and…. mmm” You hummed as you dragged your hands up his neck and buried them in his hair.
Slash couldn't help but smile, finding your drunken affection endearing. He allowed you to bury your hands in his hair, his own hands still on your hips, keeping you balanced on his lap.
"Y’know, you're awfully clingy when you're drunk." He joked, his hands remained steady on your hips, keeping you steady as you perched on his lap. When you started playing with his hair, he let out a low sigh of content, leaning his head back into your touch.
You giggled as you gently nipped his neck with small kisses and bites.
“I can’t help it… not when you are here..” You slurred. You were so drunk at the moment. Everything was funny and your cheeks were totally blushed. You were extremely clingy and you wanted to do everything with him right now, but he wouldn’t take advantage of you in this state. He knew better.
Slash chuckled at your drunken honesty, shivering slightly as you nipped his neck. You were all flushed and playful, completely uninhibited by your drunken state.
"Well, I'm flattered." He smirked, raising an eyebrow. His thumbs continued their gentle rhythm on your hips, though he refused to let his hands wander, no matter how clingy you were being. He had a bit more self-restraint than you right now.
"But you know you're not getting anything out of me tonight in this state, right?" He teased, knowing exactly where your drunken mind was heading
You pulled away from his neck to look at him. “What-…” You muttered and pouted in disbelief.
Slash chuckled, raising an amused brow at your pout. You were so clearly disappointed in his words, and he found it adorable.
"You heard me. No funny business tonight, princess." He smirked, his hands still firm on your hips. "You're way too wasted for any of that." He gently poked your nose, teasing you.
“Sla-Ash… you’re no fun!” You pouted again. “I told Duff I would be taking care of you… I even told him how rarely I get a gag-reflex-…” You began pressing on until he stopped you.
Slash's eyes widened slightly before he quickly covered your mouth with his hand, a mix of amusement and horror on his face. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop right there." He muttered, his expression now a mix of embarrassment and amusement. He couldn't believe you had shared that information with Duff.
"You're in no position to be 'taking care of' anyone when you can barely walk straight.” He chuckled despite his shock, shaking his head as he kept his hand over your lips. "Did you really tell Duff that? God, no wonder he looked so traumatized when he dropped you off."
You giggled with his hand covering your mouth. You kissed his palm before gently tucking his hand down with your fingers.
“I’m in a really good position actually.” You tried to convince him that you were in great condition to take care of him.
“He said I was gonna end up puking if I took care of you tonight. Therefore I had to explain that I don’t get the gag and I wasn’t gonna puke when I was gonna-…” Again you were stopped. Why did these people keep cutting you off?
"Oh my god… you're unbelievable." He muttered, a mix of embarrassment and amusement etched on his face. He could just imagine how shocked and horrified Duff must have been when you told him that.
"You have no filter when you're drunk, you know that?" He said, his hand still firm on your mouth. "You're a damn over-sharer."
“I’m not over-sharing. I’m just telling the truth?” You claimed. “Let me show it to you if you don’t believe me then.” You mumbled as you began fiddling with his belt.
His eyes widened in surprise as you quickly went for his belt, a mix of shock and arousal flooding through him. He quickly grabbed your wrists, stopping you from fiddling with his pants.
"Whoa, whoa… easy there." He muttered, holding your wrists in his hands as you were still straddling his lap. He chuckled, somewhat amused by your drunk determination. "You're not showing me anything right now, babe. You're absolutely wasted."
You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Ughh why does that matter? I just want youuu.... and your dick… why aren’t you being so stubborn?!” You complained in a slurred and displeased voice as you groaned into his shoulder.
Slash chuckled at your blunt, drunk frustration. Your groaning and pouting were downright hilarious. He kissed the top of your head affectionately before speaking in a teasing tone. "Because I like you conscious when we do stuff, sweetheart." He smirked, his voice low but firm. "You won’t even remember this tomorrow.. it's not fair to take advantage of drunk-you like that." He stroked your hair gently.
"So stop whining like a kid who didn't get candy."
“But you’re not letting me get my candy!” You pouted as you referred to him being your candy.
Slash chuckled at your ridiculous words. He ran his thumb over your pouty bottom lip playfully, shaking his head. "Oh my god… you're such a brat when you're drunk." He kissed the pout right off your lips, quick and light, more of a peck than anything romantic.
"That's all the 'candy' you're getting tonight. Now c'mon…" He shifted slightly beneath you. "Let’s get you to bed before I actually cave in."
“That’s not fair… You used to do everything drunk! Now you’re just old and sober and booooring-” You slurred in a mumble, as he suddenly lifted you up in his arms.
Slash scoffed dramatically at your "old and boring" comment, pretending to be offended as he effortlessly lifted you up in his arms, bridal style.
"Wow. Rude." He muttered, but there was no real anger, just amusement. He started carrying you down the hall toward the bedroom. "And yeah, I used to do stupid drunk shit… until I realized it was dumb as hell." He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot.
He walked over to bed and gently dumped you onto it like a sack of potatoes, not rough, but not gentle either. Just enough to get across that he wasn't playing around anymore.You let out a heavy breath as you hit the mattress.
“I don’t think it’s dumb. I think it’s very romantic to give a girl what she wants.” You crawled towards him clumsily as he stood by the side of the bed.
Slash watched you clumsily crawl toward him, his expression softening. You were such a mess, drunk and stubborn, but he couldn't stay mad. He sighed, shaking his head as he braced a knee on the bed to stop your advance.
"Romantic? Babe… this isn’t romance." He gently pushed you back down onto the pillows. "This is me taking care of my drunk girlfriend so she doesn’t do something stupid."
Then, because he knew how clingy you got when tipsy, Slash leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to your forehead, pure but affectionate.
You rolled out of the bed on the other side and groaned loudly and displeased. You stumbled to the en-suite bathroom.
Slash sighed, as he watched you dramatically flop off the bed and stumble toward the bathroom. He knew that groan, you were pissed at him for not giving in to your drunk demands. He waited a second to see if you’d be okay… then got up quietly and followed after you. When he peeked into the bathroom doorway, he saw you swaying slightly in front of the sink.
"You good?" He asked softly, not mocking anymore, just checking on his drunk girlfriend who was clearly having a hard time standing straight.
You held onto the sink as you looked in the bathroom mirror. Okay, maybe you were a little drunk… You decided to brush your teeth and began fiddling with the toothbrush.You turned around a bit unsteady. Looked at him and silently just gave him the finger as you turned back around and began brushing your teeth.
Slash blinked at the middle finger you silently flipped him and then snorted. Oh, wow. You were really mad. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching as you wobbled while brushing your teeth. The toothpaste foam was everywhere, on your cheeks, on the brush and yet here you were… still somehow noncompliant in your drunk sulkiness.
A part of him wanted to laugh. A bigger part just found it stupidly endearing how pouty and stubborn you got when tipsy. "Real mature." He teased under his breath but he didn’t say anything else yet… just observed.
You chose to ignore him on purpose. Sat the toothbrush down. Took a glass of water and stumbled back to the bedroom. You went straight to your shared closet to find something to sleep in. Right now you just needed to get out of these party clothes.
Slash trailed behind you, still amused by your silent treatment. He watched as you rummaged through the closet for sleepwear. Your movements were slow and uncoordinated from the alcohol.
You yanked out one of his oversized band tees, the soft, well-worn black one with a faded Guns N' Roses logo on it, and held it up like a victory trophy before starting to struggle with your party dress zipper.
Slash sighed, then walked over without saying anything. Gently took the shirt from your hands and turned you around to help undo that stubborn zipper himself. You didn’t have the energy to fight against him, so you let him zip your dress down. As it hit the floor you turned around to face him. Reaching for the t-shirt in his hand.
“Ah-ah.” He said as he pulled the shirt out of your reach. “Ask nicely. I'm not gonna sleep with you if you continue that attitude.” He said with that stupid disciplinary smirk.
You tried grabbing the shirt, but he just pulled it further away from you. “Hey. Didn't you hear what I just said?”
“I'm just gonna sleep without it then. I don't need your stupid shirt anyways.” You protested as you went around him and stumbled towards the bed.
“Then I suppose you're gonna sleep without me as well.” He turned towards you and crossed his arms.
That made you look up at him again. “What? No. I'm not gonna sleep without you.” You scowled.
“I just told you, if you don't drop the attitude I'm gonna sleep in the guest room.” He explained in a fairly calm voice.
“Sla-Ash!” You exclaimed frustrated, as you plumped down on the bed. “Im sorry. I'm sorry! I promise to be good. I will do my absolute best!” You muttered desperately.
He just stood and looked at you with an exhausted smile. But for some reason he couldn't say no to you, especially not when you were in this state. He shook his head defeatedly with a smile and walked over to the bed. He sat down beside you, leaning against the headboard.
“Fine, you win. But.” He looked at you with a hint of seriousness. “No funny business tonight baby.”
You rolled your eyes at him before crawling into his lap. “All riiigth then. No funny business for the old man.” You giggled as you found a comfortable position.
He pulled the blanket up over your bare chest and made sure you were laying comfortably. Then slowly began stroking your hair gently. “You’re a mess baby.” He said in a soft low voice.
“No I'm not… You just don't know how to handle me…” You mumbled as your eyes slowly closed in his lap.
“Yeah.” He huffed. “Youre gonna have a killer hangover tomorrow.” He chuckled as he continued stroking your hair.
“Mmmm-” You groaned. “Then I probably have to stay in bed all day… with you.” You smiled as you snuggled closer into his touch.
He shook his head slightly as a small smile appeared on his lips. “Do I have a choice?”
“Mm-mm… I don't think you have… You better just stay right there…” You yawned softly. You felt your body nearly giving in to sleep.
“I guess I have to… Somebody is gonna need to take care of you.”
“I wouldn't want anyone else.. I looooove you so much..” You mumbled your last words of the night in a slurred voice.
He smiled down at the woman in his lap. God he loved you, even where you were this drunk out of your mind. “I love you too baby.” He said in a low voice as he laid down without waking you, and pulled you into his chest. He kissed your forehead and continued stroking your hair until he eventually fell asleep himself.
Insecure reader with velvet revolver era slash?🤭🤭
You’re the only real thing
summary: You’re on the road with Velvet Revolver and your boyfriend. At one of the afterparties everything becomes too much and you run away from the noise. You don’t feel like you fit into his world and don't understand why in the world he would choose to be with you, when he has girls throwing themself at him every night. Though he wants to make sure you understand why he chose you.
paring: VR Slash x Reader
warnings: Insecurity, not feeling good enough, fluff
word count: 5.5k words
a/n: Im finally back! I hope this fic lives up to the request. I'm so tired and haven't proofread this, so please point it out if you find an error. There's a lot of conversation in this, and I hope it makes sense :)
You had been dating Slash for half a year now. He had released the first album with Velvet Revolver not long ago, and they were now on their first big tour. You had joined him to see what his life on the road was like, but you quickly found out that it was so far away from your life and comfort zone. You had never been the biggest party girl, but never minded him going crazy. Normally you would just join him or stay at home, but after a couple of afterparties on the tour, you really started doubting yourself. You couldn't see yourself in this, and you began feeling overwhelmed by every party. Though you didn't want to mention it to Slash and have him dealing with your anxiety, you wanted him to enjoy his life and not get in the way. You knew about his wild past, and you knew about the rockstar lifestyle. You just loved him too much to let go.
The show had finished around two hours ago and the afterpart was in full swing. You had come to the realization that you didn't really want to be there anymore.
You didn’t make it obvious. You just stayed there.
The noise was loud and constant. Music bleeding into laughter, voices overlapping and glass clinking and falling over. The room smelled like alcohol, smoke, sweat and something sweet underneath it all, something chemical you didn’t want to think too hard about. You stood with your own drink in hand, one that had been handed to you a long time ago. You just took it without thinking because that’s what everyone else seemed to be doing.
Because that’s what you were supposed to do.
People moved around you like you weren’t really there, brushing past your shoulders, laughing, talking over each other in voices that blurred together in the background.. You smiled when someone looked at you. Nodded when it felt expected. Held onto the drink that you’d been giving like it gave you a reason to stay.
Like it made you belong.
It didn’t.
Your eyes found him almost automatically. Slash was across the room, he was easy to find without trying. Sitting there surrounded by people. Someone was talking to him, two people, maybe three, and he was listening in that way he did, head tilted just slightly, like he was giving them more attention than they deserved.
Guitar long gone now, hair still damp and puffy, shirt half open, sleeves pushed up like he hadn’t bothered fixing it after the set. A drink in one hand, the other moving when he talked, expressive without him even noticing it. He looked comfortable. Like this was where he belonged. He fitted right in. This was his element. But not yours..
You watched him for a moment longer than you meant to, something warm and aching settling in your chest. You loved him. You really did. And that was the problem.
A girl slipped in beside him, close enough that her shoulder brushed his arm without hesitation. Blonde, pretty in that effortless way, like she knew exactly how to exist in a room like this. She said something near his ear, too close to be casual. He tilted his head slightly to hear her better. He didn’t pull away. Didn’t seem to notice anything wrong with it.
Your fingers tightened slightly around your drink. It didn’t mean anything, you told yourself. It was just how these things worked. You weren’t jealous, you told yourself. This was just the industry. How things had always been.
Another girl moved in from the other side, her hand landing briefly against his chest as she said something, smiling up at him like she already knew what his reaction would be.
He smiled back quick, and polite.
“-God, he hasn’t changed at all.”
The voice came from somewhere to your left. Not meant for you. You turned your head slightly to hear the conversation. Two girls stood a few feet away, watching him the same way you had been.
“I met him back in ‘93” One of them went on, laughing softly. “Same thing. Girls all over him, and he just.. lets it happen.”
The other one grinned. “Why wouldn’t he? Look at him.”
Your stomach turned slightly. You looked down at your drink, then back up again before you could stop yourself. Across the room, someone else had his attention now. Another laugh. Another hand on his arm. Another easy smile like it didn’t matter who it was.
“I bet he’s not the settling type” The second girl added. “Guys like that never are.”
The first one snorted softly. “Please. Give it a few weeks. Maybe a month if he’s bored. Then it’s onto the next one.” They laughed.
Something in your chest dropped. Hard. You told yourself not to listen. Not to take it seriously. They didn’t know him. They didn’t know anything. But then. They knew his past. They had known him before you did.
Your grip tightened around the glass again. You hadn’t taken a sip. You didn’t think you could if you tried. Across the room, someone said his name louder this time. He turned, smiling again, shifting effortlessly into another conversation.
Another girl touched his arm. Another leaned in too close. He didn’t move. Didn’t seem bothered. Didn’t seem to notice. Because why would he? It was normal. It had probably always been normal.
You swallowed, your throat dry. Stay, you told yourself. Don’t be dramatic. This is his life.
You forced yourself to stay where you were, even as the noise pressed in tighter, even as the room started to feel smaller than it actually was.
You exhaled slowly, trying to steady yourself. You could do this, but your eyes flickered back to him. A different girl now sitting beside him. He was talking with Scott while her hand crawled up his arm. He didn’t shake it off. Didn’t even look down at it.
Something in you twisted. Not jealousy. Just kinda a realization. This wasn’t new for him. You knew that. You knew how wild his past had been, and how his life with his new band also seemed to be.
He knew the rodeo. He knew how to navigate in all of this. He belonged here.
But you? You didn’t fit. Not here. And maybe not with him either…
You swallowed again, your grip loosening on the glass. It wasn’t his fault. That was the worst part. He wasn’t doing anything wrong. You just… couldn’t stand in it.
You stayed another minute. Maybe two. Long enough to convince yourself you could handle it. Then you set your drink down somewhere behind you without looking. You slipped through the room, past bodies and loud voices and laughter that you weren't included in.
For a second you hesitated. Your eyes flickered back to him one last time. He was still there. Still laughing. Still surrounded. Still completely relaxed in this loud environment that he fitted into so perfectly.
You loved him. You loved him enough not to ruin this. Not to pull him away. Not to make him choose between you and something that had always been part of his life.
So you turned around and left. No one stopped you. No one noticed. The hallway outside was cooler, quieter, the door muffling the chaos behind you as it shut. You kept walking, not really thinking about where you were going until the night air hit you and the tour bus came into view.
You climbed inside, closing the door gently behind you. It was empty, dark and quiet. You let out a breath, your shoulders dropping for the first time all night. For a second, you just stood there. Then you moved further in, sitting down in the corner of one of the couches, your hands coming together in your lap like they didn’t know where else to go.
And then you felt it beginning to catch up on you. Everything you had been holding back. All your build up emotions. Your hands twisting in your lap. Your shoulders tightening. Your breathing going uneven in a way you couldn’t quite control.
You pressed your lips together, hard. This was stupid. It was just a party. He’d been doing this for years, decades. Of course people talked to him like that. Touched him like that. Of course he didn’t react. Why would he? It didn’t mean anything. It didn’t. This was his life.
The thought landed heavier than it should have. You squeezed your eyes shut, leaning forward slightly, elbows on your knees, face in hands. “Get over it” You muttered under your breath, barely audible even to yourself.
Your voice sounded small. Your chest felt tight now, the kind of tight that didn’t go away no matter how steady you tried to breathe. You weren’t angry. That was the worst part. You weren’t even jealous, not really. Just… out of place. Like you were the only thing that didn’t quite belong.
It was fine. You were fine. But the thought wouldn’t go away.
Give it a month.
Your vision blurred before you could stop it. You wiped at your eyes quickly, frustrated more than anything.
“Stop..” You whispered to yourself in irritation.
The first tear rolled down your cheek before you could stop it, followed by another, quiet and frustrating. You didn’t even know why you were crying. You were just overwhelmed by your own thoughts. You sat like that without really moving for some time.
The door creaked. You sucked in a breath, dropping your hands quickly, wiping at your face before whoever it was could see you in this state.
“-where the fuck did I leave that-”
There was a pause.
“…oh.”
Duff stood halfway inside the bus, one foot still on the step like he hadn’t decided if he was coming in or backing out. His eyes adjusted fast, landing on you, and whatever he’d been about to say clearly didn’t matter anymore. You looked away almost immediately.
“I didn’t think anyone was in here” He said in a low voice. “You okay?” He asked a little hesitant as he saw you.
“I’m fine.” You answered too quickly.
He didn’t move right away. Then the door shut softly behind him with a soft click.
“Yeah..?” He said. “You don’t look fine.”
You let out a small breath, shaking your head, fingers brushing under your eyes again even though you knew it was obvious.
“It’s just-” Your voice caught slightly, and you cleared it, trying again. “It’s loud in there.”
“That’s kind of the point.” He replied, with a faint huff of something that might’ve been a laugh left him, but it didn’t carry any humor.
Silence settled for a moment. You could feel him still there, still looking, even without turning your head.
“I didn’t think anyone would come out here.” You added, quieter now.
“Wasn’t planning to.” He said. “Forgot something.”
You nodded faintly. “Sorry.”
“For what?”
You shrugged, shoulders lifting slightly.
“I don’t know. Being… here.”
That made him pause. “…right.” He said after a second, like he wasn’t sure what to do with that.
You pressed your lips together again, staring down at your hands. “I’ll go in a minute.” You added quickly. “I just needed-”
“A minute?” He finished your sentence.
“Yeah.” You mumbled.
Silence.
“You hate it in there?”
The question caught you off guard. You hesitated, fingers tightening together. “I don’t hate it…” You said slowly. “I just… don’t really fit, I guess.”
He shifted slightly, leaning back against the counter across from you. “Yeah.” he said. “It’s a lot, even if you’re used to it.”
You let out a small, humorless breath. “That’s supposed to make me feel better?”
“It should.”
You glanced up at him briefly. “Why?”
“Because you’re not doing anything wrong by not liking it.”
You didn’t respond to that. Your throat tightened again, and you looked back down, blinking a little harder than necessary. “I don’t want to mess anything up.” You admitted after a second, your words was quieter now. “He’s just-” You stopped yourself.
Duff didn’t. “He’s what?”
You swallowed. “He’s used to that.” You said, shrugging while looking down at your hands in your lap. “All of it. I’m not.”
“Yeah.” Duff said. “No shit.”
You almost smiled at that. Almost. “I just don’t want to be the reason he has to stop. You know, being some obsessive girlfriend who drags him away.” You said. “Or change anything. Or-”
“Or having to pick you over it?” He cut in, not harsh, just direct.
Your silence answered for you. Duff watched you for a second, something unreadable settling in his expression. Then he pushed off the counter. “You’re not that important.” He said.
Your head snapped up, hurt flashing across your face before you could stop it. He held up a hand fast.
“Not like that!” He added with a defensive laugh. “I mean, you’re not something he has to weigh against a room like that.”
You blinked, a little confused.
“That room doesn’t mean anything, really” He went on. “You think it does because it’s loud and there’s a lot of people and they all act like it matters.” He shrugged one shoulder. “It doesn’t.”
You stared at him, unsure what to say to that. “I don’t want to make it worse…” You said instead, softer now. “If I can’t handle it, that’s on me.”
Duff tilted his head slightly. “Or…” He said. “You could stop deciding what he thinks before he gets a say.”
You opened your mouth, but then closed it again. Because you didn’t have an answer for that. He watched you for another second, then nodded once, like he’d made up his mind about something.
“I’m gonna grab something.” He said casually, stepping back toward the door.
You nodded faintly. “Okay.”
He paused with his hand on the handle. “You want me to tell him you’re out here?”
Your stomach dropped slightly. “No.” You said immediately. “He’s busy.”
Duff looked at you for a second longer than you expected. Then he opened the door.
“Yeah.” He said lightly. “Looks like it.”
And then he was gone. The door shut behind him. Leaving you alone again, or at least, that’s what you thought.
The noise was loud when he stepped back inside.
Duff moved through the crowd easily, slipping between people, ignoring the conversations that tried to pull him in. It didn’t take long to find Slash again. He was in the same place, same orbit of people around him.
A girl had her hand on his arm again. The same blond from when you left. Slash was laughing at something, head tipped back slightly, drink in his hand. Totally unaware of the world around him.
Duff pushed himself to Slash’s side.
“Hey.”
Slash glanced over at him with a big grin on his face. “Where’d you go?”
“Bus.”
“Yeah?” He said distracted. “Did you find something-”
“You might wanna go check it.”
That got a bit more of his attention. Slash frowned slightly. “Why?”
Duff tilted his head, like he was deciding how to say it.
“Because your girl’s sitting in the dark trying not to cry.”
That hit him. Hard apparently. You could see it, the exact second it did. The ease dropped out of Slash’s expression, like something snapped back into place behind his eyes. His posture shifted, attention sharpening instantly.
“What?”
“She said she’s fine.” Duff added. “But you know how that goes.”
Slash was already moving. The drink in his hand got shoved into someone else’s without a word. Someone called after him, but he didn’t slow down, didn’t look back. By the time he hit the hallway, the loud voices had just become muffled noise in the background. He dragged a hand over his face, jaw tight, something sharp cutting through whatever buzz he’d had.
You hadn’t said anything. He’d seen you earlier. You’d been there. He should’ve-
“Fuck…” He muttered, already picking up his pace. The night air hit him hard when he pushed outside, cooler, clearer. He sucked in a breath, running a hand back through his hair as he headed straight for the bus. He sobered up pretty quickly in the cool air, with the thought of you.
It was quiet and dark outside. He took quick steps as he approached the bus. He opened the door and stepped in, slowing down.
The light was dim and he could barely see anything. Then he spotted you.
Curled slightly into yourself on the couch beside the window, shoulders drawn in, like you were trying to disappear into it. Your head turned at the sound, eyes catching his for half a second before you looked away again.
Something in his chest tightened. “Hey…”
Of course it was him.
You wiped at your face quickly, dragging your sleeve under your eyes before you finally looked up. It didn’t help much. “I’m fine.” You said immediately.
He stepped closer, shutting the door gently behind him. “Doesn’t look like it.”
“Did Duff send you? I told him not to-” You muttered irritated.
“What’s wrong baby?” He cut you off, ignoring your question.
“It’s just loud in there..” You muttered. “I needed a break.”
He stopped a few feet in front of you, just watching.
“That’s it?”
You shrugged. “Yeah.”
He didn’t move. Didn’t look away. “Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?”
You hesitated. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”
His brows pulled together. “Interrupt what?”
You exhaled softly. “You were busy.”
“With what?”
You didn’t answer right away. “You know.”
He shook his head slightly. “No. I don’t.”
Your hands twisted together. “There were people..” You said. “Talking to you.”
“It’s a party.”
“I know.”
Silence stretched.
“They all know how to be there…” You added quietly.
He sat down on the couch in front of you, only a small table separating you.
“They know how to talk to you. Touch you. Laugh at the right things. They never hesitate.” Your voice trembled slightly, but you kept going. “I just stand there and feel like I’m in the wrong place.”
“…hey.”
You shook your head. “I didn’t want to make it weird.” You cut him off. “Or make you leave or anything. I know that’s part of it, I just-”
“Part of what?”
You let out a small, humorless breath. “This. All of it.”
“I heard some girls talk about you… They said you haven’t changed. That girls just… line up around you and you let it happen. That it’s always been like that.” You laughed softly, but there was nothing behind it. “That your relationship would never last. That you’re already onto the next girl.”
His jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.
“And I was just standing there.” You went on, your voice dropping. “Listening to that, and watching it happen at the same time, and I just-”
You shook your head, like you couldn’t even explain it properly.
“It didn’t feel like I belonged there.” You finished.
“It’s so fucking stupid.” You mumbled in a low frustrated voice. “I just don't feel like I belong with you.” You said in a low voice. One that hit him right in the heart.
“I don’t fit into your world. I don’t know how to stand next to you in a room like that without feeling like people are wondering what I'm doing there.” You explained with a trembling voice.
“I can’t even stay by your side without getting overwhelmed and leaving.” You continued. “What kind of girlfriend does that?” You asked a little more frustrated.
His expression shifted, but you continued before he could speak.
“Someone you probably shouldn’t be seen with. Someone who so obviously doesn't belong there.” Your breath caught in your throat.
“I just keep thinking….” You swallowed. “Why would you want that, when you could have someone who actually fits into your life? Someone who can fucking stand up for herself.”
You felt your voice break and you couldn't even look in his direction anymore. You felt so embarrassed and useless. You felt like such an attention seeker who just wanted sympathy and pity.
The silence that followed felt heavier than anything you’d said. For a second, none of you moved.
“…is that really what you think?” He asked.
There was complete silence for a minute. None of you moved or made any sound.
“That room..” He said, quieter now. “It’s loud, it’s messy, it’s… people trying to get something out if a moment that doesn’t last longer than the night.”
You looked over at him, a little unsure.
“I’ve been around long enough to know exactly what it is, and what it isn’t.”
There was a pause again where you just looked at him.
“It's not something I hold onto. It's not something that means anything to me. It's just a party like any other.”
“But they-” You started, your voice smaller now. “They act like-”
“Yeah.” He cut in gently. “They act like it matters.”
He leaned forward a little, taking your hands in his. His thumbs brushed lightly over your hands, slow, grounding.
“It doesn’t. Not to me.”
Your fingers shifted slightly in his, like you didn’t quite know what to do with that. He didn’t look away from you.
“I know what that looks like from the outside.” He added. “I get why it feels like something bigger than it is.” He shook his head faintly. “But it’s not something I go home thinking about. It’s not something I remember tomorrow.”
His grip on your hands tightened slightly. “You are.”
That made your breath catch. You blinked, your vision blurring again before you could stop it. This time you didn’t look away.
He noticed immediately. “Hey.” He said softly.
One of his hands slipped free, coming up to brush gently under your eye, catching the tear before it could fall. His touch was slower now, more careful than anything else about him had been all night.
“You think I’d leave that room for anyone?” He asked quietly.
You hesitated, then shook your head faintly. “I didn’t want you to have to.” You admitted in a low voice.
“You didn’t make me do anything.” He said. “I came because I wanted to.”
A short pause. “Because you weren’t there.”
Your chest tightened again, but it didn’t hurt the same way this time.
He let his hand linger against your cheek for a second before letting it fall back in your hand.
“I’m not picking that over you.” He added. “There’s nothing there to pick.”
You let out a shaky breath, your shoulders dropping just a little.
“I don’t care if you don’t fit in there.” He said. “I don’t need you to.”
“I’m not looking at you in that room thinking you should be like them.” He went on. “I’m looking at you and wondering why you’re so far away from me.”
That caught you off guard.
“I don’t want someone who acts like any other chick in there.” He added. “I’ve seen that a hundred times. It doesn’t mean anything.”
His thumbs brushed lightly over your hands, grounding.
“You not fitting in there?” He said. “That’s not a problem to me. You’re the only real thing in that room.”
You swallowed your breath hardly at his words.
“I don’t need you to fit into that world, into my world” He continued softly. “I just need you next to me. That’s it.”
You blinked, your vision starting to blur again.
“But I couldn’t even stay.” You whispered.
“You left because it was too much.” He said. “Not because you don’t belong.”
“That’s not how it feels.”
“I know.” He said quietly. “But that doesn’t make it true.”
“You think I care what anyone in that room thinks about who I’m with?” He asked.
You hesitated.
“…don’t you?”
He huffed softly, almost disbelieving.
“No.”
“I care about you being okay.” He said. “And you weren’t.”
That hit deeper than anything else. “You don’t have to prove anything to stand next to me.” He added, softer now. “You’re already there.”
He watched you for a second longer, like he was making sure you were really there with him now. Then he shifted slightly, glancing toward the door, then back at you.
“…you wanna stay out here?” He asked.
You hesitated. The thought of going back in made your chest tighten again almost immediately. You shook your head.
“Not really.”
“Yeah.” He said quietly. “Didn’t think so.”
Another small pause.
“Come on.”
You frowned slightly. “What?”
“We’re leaving.”
Your eyes flickered up to his.
“Slash, you don’t have to-”
“I know I don’t have to.” He cut in. “I want to.”
You searched his face again, like you were still waiting for him to take it back. He didn’t.
“I’ll grab a taxi.” He went on. “We’ll get out of here. Find somewhere quiet.”
Your fingers tightened slightly around his without you realizing it.
“Somewhere you don’t have to think about any of that.” he nodded faintly toward the party.
Your throat tightened again.
“You sure?” You asked softly.
He huffed a quiet breath, almost like a small laugh. “Yeah.” He said. “I’m sure.”
“I’d rather be with you than in there anyway.”
Then he got up, without letting go of your hands, and pulled you up from the couch. He then tugged you into his chest and held you to him tightly.
“Give me a minute. I’ll sort it out.” He mumbled into your hair.
The night air felt different when you stepped out this time. It didn’t feel like it was strangling you. It felt more freeing.
He stayed close to you. His hand brushed against yours once or twice, before properly lacing together like it was the most natural thing in the world.
The taxi ride was quiet. Not awkward, just still. His thumb moved absently against your hand the whole time, small, repetitive motions that kept you anchored without him needing to say anything else. By the time you reached the hotel, the noise from earlier felt far away.
Inside, it was warm. Soft lighting. Carpeted floors that muted every step. No music. No loud voices. No one watching.
You exhaled slowly without meaning to. He noticed that.
“Better?” He asked caringly.
You nodded. “Yeah.”
He gave a small, satisfied hum, guiding you a little further inside. Once the door to the room shut behind you, the silence settled properly this time. You stood there for a second, unsure what to do with it. With him. With everything that had happened.
He didn’t rush you. Didn’t fill the space with words. He just stepped closer, slower this time, like he was giving you time to meet him halfway if you wanted to.
When you didn’t pull back, his hand came up again, gently brushing your hair back from your face, tucking it behind your ear.
“You’re okay.” He said quietly.
You nodded, even if it wasn’t completely true yet.
His hand lingered for a second, then slid down, fingers tracing lightly along your jaw before settling at the side of your neck, warm and steady.
“I meant what I said.” He added softly. “About all of it.”
“I know.” You whispered.
He pulled you in then, slow and careful, like he was giving you every chance to stop him.
You didn’t. Your hands found his shirt without thinking, gripping lightly as you leaned into him, your face pressing into his shoulder like you needed something solid to hold onto.
He wrapped his arms around you immediately. One hand resting at the back of your head, the other at your waist, holding you close like he wasn’t going anywhere.
You let out a shaky breath against him, your shoulders relaxing properly for the first time that night. His hand moved slowly through your hair, steady, repetitive, calming.
You shifted slightly against him, your grip on his shirt loosening just enough to breathe, but not enough to let go. He noticed, of course he did, and his arm tightened around you in response, pulling you closer like it was instinct.
“Hey…” He said gently. You tilted your head up just enough to look at him, your cheek still brushing his chest. His expression had softened completely now.
“You’re thinking again.” He murmured. You huffed quietly, a little embarrassed. “I can’t really turn that off.”
“I know.” he said affectionately. His thumb brushed lightly under your eye again, slower this time, like he was taking his time with you.
“But listen to me, alright?”
You nodded faintly. He leaned down slightly, his forehead against yours before he spoke again.
“I don’t want someone like them.” He said quietly.
You blinked. “Slash-”
“I mean it.” He interrupted you. “All that loud, trying too hard, needing attention every second…”Hhe shook his head faintly. “It’s exhausting.”
Your breath caught a little.
“I’ve been around that my whole life.” He continued. “People putting on a show, trying to be seen, trying to be something they’re not.”
His hand slid from your hair to your cheek, holding you there gently so you couldn’t look away. “You’re the only one in that room who wasn’t doing that.”
You swallowed. “I wasn’t doing anything.” You said quietly.
“Exactly.”
That made your chest tighten in a different way.
“You were just… you.” He said. “And that's the only thing I want from you.”
Your eyes burned again, but softer this time. He noticed immediately, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss just under your eye, catching the tear before it could fall.
“You don’t have to compete with anyone.” He murmured against your skin. “You’ve already got me.”
Your fingers tightened slightly in his shirt again. “I just feel like I don’t belong sometimes.” You admitted.
He shook his head, brushing his nose lightly against yours. “You belong with me.” He said simply. No hesitation. No doubt.
“You being a little overwhelmed doesn’t change that.” He added. “If anything, it just makes me wanna take you somewhere quiet and keep you all to myself.”
A small, shy smile tugged at your lips before you could stop it. “There it is.” He exclaimed in a low voice, like he’d been waiting for that.
His thumb traced along your cheek again, softer now. “That’s my girl.”
The words made your heart beat a little faster. Before you could overthink it, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. A deep gentle one. Filled with emotions.
You melted into it without thinking, your hand sliding up slightly against his chest. When he pulled back, it wasn’t far. Just enough to look at you again.
“See?” He murmured. “You’re perfect like this.”
You let out a small breath, your forehead resting lightly against his. “I don’t feel perfect.”
“Don’t have to.” He said. “I do.”
He shifted then, guiding you down onto the bed properly. The blankets were soft, warm, and he pulled you right back into him the moment you were settled.
You curled into his side instinctively, one leg sliding slightly over his as your arm wrapped around him. He let out a quiet laugh.
“Yeah.” He murmured. “That’s better.” His hand slipped under your shirt just slightly, not in a rushed way, just enough to rest warm against your side, thumb tracing slow, absent patterns against your skin.
You relaxed almost immediately. “Comfy?” He asked softly. You nodded against him. “Mmm.”
He smiled faintly, pressing another soft kiss to your hairline. “Good. Stay right there.”
As if you were going anywhere. Your fingers traced lightly over his chest now, slower, calmer, like your body had finally begun to relax. After a moment, he tilted your chin up again, just enough to steal another kiss, this one a little softer, a little more lingering.
Then another, lighter one at the corner of your mouth. Then your cheek. Then your forehead.
“You’re gonna get spoiled.” He murmured.
You huffed a small, sleepy laugh. “I don’t mind.”
“Good.” He said quietly. “Because I’m not stopping.”
His arm tightened around you again, pulling you closer until there was barely any space left between you.
You could feel his breathing now, slow and even, his chest rising under your cheek.
His hand returned to your hair, fingers threading through it again in that same steady rhythm as before. “You’re not going anywhere.” He murmured, softer now, half against your hair. “Not in my world. Not with me.”
Your eyes slipped closed. This time, there was no tightness in your chest. No noise. No overthinking. Just him. And the way he held you like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.
And you stayed like that, curled into him, wrapped up in quiet touches and soft kisses. Not long after, sleep fell over you and you stayed safely tucked in his arms the entire night.
IM BAAAACK🔥
I’ve finally turned in my project and can come back to my tumblr career
it’s been the two longest, hardest, most exhausting weeks and I’ve been yearning to get back on this lovely app
but now I’m here🤭
I have a lot of requests waiting for me + some of my own ideas
can’t wait to get back and writing for all of you<3
Hiiiiiiii that Slash fic was AMAZINGGGGGG
I was wondering if you could do one with Axl? Like what if the reader who is like kinda tough got into a fight at a party and like her bf Axl drives her back to his place and takes care of her, like cleans up her wounds and tucks her in and cuddles with her, even when she insists she can do it herself. And it’s like super cute and fluffy
does that even make sense? Idk but if it does i think you would write it sooo very well
💋
You don't have to prove anything Baby
summary: You got into a fight with an old high school bully you met at a house party. Axl had to drag you home and care for you, even though you didn't want his help. Though it was probably what you needed most in that moment.
paring: Axl x Reader
warnings: light fight scene with blood, insecurity, fluff
word count: 4.3k words
a/n: sorry for the long wait anon! I hope it lives up to your expectations <3
(and as always, not proof read #tootired)
You were no stranger to a fight. You were too proud to let anyone walk over you, and if they tried, you’d make sure they knew who they were messing with.
You were out at a party trying to have a good time. You were hanging out in the kitchen, talking with some old friends when someone caught your eye. Angela Johnson. The girl who made high school miserable. There she was, right in front of you in a stupid black dress with her stupid bleach blond hair and too bright lipstick.
“Oh, hey isn’t that y/n?” She said in a fake excited voice.
You gave her a hint of a smile in a nudge and tried to ignore her, but she wasn’t done.
“Oh what? You don’t even wanna talk to me? You could at least say hi, it’s been so long.” She continued in that stupid fake friendly voice. She giggles as she looks towards her two stupid friends who always followed her around.
“Hi? What do you want? It’s not like we have anything to talk about?” You said sternly trying to get her away as fast as possible, but still she stayed.
“Oh we have lots to talk about, Honey. I wanna know what you’re up to. How’d you get here? Like seriously. How did you actually get in here?” She asked with a hint of disgust on her face. Referring to the party you were attending at Kelly Nickels house.
“I’m with my boyfriend. He’s friends with Nickels.” You nudged, trying not to get offended.
“Yeah right.” She scoffed. “Your so-called “boyfriend” is friends with a rockstar? You think your little “boyfriend” is a rockstar too? You wish.” She giggled, while looking over at her stupid sidekicks.
“Good guess. Good to see you still have something left in that pretty little head of yours.” You said with a fake smile, trying to keep your cool.
She laughed before she gave a look of disbelief, her two friends following along.
“Your boyfriend is a rockstar? Really? I’m supposed to believe that? I mean, no offense, but you? A girlfriend of a rockstar? What would he even see in a girl like you? You are absolutely nothing special.” She said, her eyes staring directly into your own.
You felt your blood begin to boil. You had always had a short temper, but when it came to this bitch, you had nothing left for her. Even though high school was years away now, everything she had done to you was still in you. You looked at her fiercely.
“You’re still a piece of shit. Always so stuck up your own ass. Doesn’t look like you have anyone who loves you? I wonder why?” You blurted out in a low voice.
She scoffed as her eyes went wide. Clearly what you said had hit a nerve. You were expecting her to respond with some nasty comment or to laugh in your face, but instead she grabbed your shirt collar roughly.
She was looking you dead in the eye with a look you’d never seen coming from her. She was actually pissed.
She brought her face inches from yours and spoke in a low harsh tone.
”Don’t.. ever speak to me like that. You better watch your tone. Honey.”
“Or what?” You smirked before slapping her across her face. That’s when hell broke loose.
She dropped your collar and grabbed her face, clearly shocked and pissed that you slapped her. Her two friends gasped as they held their hands over their mouths.
She stared at your face with pure hatred in her eyes. Without thinking, she lunged towards you, tackling you to the ground and straddling your hips.
Within seconds, she was throwing punches at your face and torso, trying to cause as much damage to you as possible.
“You fucking psycho!” You exclaimed loudly, as you tried to avoid her punches. You managed to get her up against the fridge where you two continued to rumble.
She tried to hit you with a glass that broke when it hit the side of the counter, it cut your cheek and your palm as you took it from her. You pulled her hair to get her away from you.
The sound of shattering glass made the kitchen go silent. Heads turned toward the scene just in time to see you wrestling Angela against the fridge, blood dripping from your cheek and palm onto the tile floor.
Angela shrieked as you yanked her hair, clawing at your wrists with her nails. "LET GO, YOU CRAZY BITCH!" She screamed, thrashing wildly.
She then took advantage of the situation by kicking you in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you.
Luckily the word about the fight spread quickly throughout the party and it wasn’t long before the long haired ginger and his friend who housed the party broke into the kitchen.
Just as you lunged your punch at her face, you felt yourself being pulled apart from behind.
Strong arms wrapped around your waist, yanking you back just before your fist could connect with Angela’s smug face. You thrashed against the hold, until you heard that familiar raspy voice in your ear.
"Whoa, whoa, WHOA! Easy, babe!" Axl’s grip tightened as he dragged you backward, his breath hot against your neck.
Meanwhile, another guy held onto Angela, keeping her away from you. She struggled against him, kicking and shouting hatred while staring daggers at you.
Your breathing was ragged as you turned your head to look at Axl. Seconds later you were back at staring daggers at Angela who had been yanked away by Kelly, but had been placed in her two friends arms.
Your chest heaved, heart racing from all the adrenaline. You were still struggling to catch your breath when you felt Axl gently turn your face toward him.
“What the hell is going on?!” His eyes wide with concern as he looked you over. Blood was smeared on your face, and your hair and clothes askew.
"Damn, baby.. are you okay?" He asked, a hint of worry in his tone.
“I’m fine.” You huffed. You forcefully turned your head away from his grip to look back over at Angela.
“You were lucky that I didn’t fucking kill you!” You spat out at her. Just as she saw who was holding me back.
Your harsh words seemed to catch her attention. Angela's eyes widened as she realized who was holding you back. She stared at Axl for a moment, taking in the sight of you in his protective grip.
A hint of disbelief crossed her face as she realized that you were with him. Axl's arm was still looped around your waist, pulling you close to his side. She looked between the two of you, seemingly trying to process it in her head.
For a moment, it was silent. But then… Angela let out an arrogant scoff. She crossed her arms, shooting you a sly smile as if she had just won a game.
"Oh, this explains everything." She rolled her eyes, looking from you to Axl while still scoffing.
Axl's grip on your waist tightened as he shot a glare at her. He could tell exactly what she was alluded to.
“What the fuck are you talking about?!” You asked in an annoyed voice. Generally confused about what she meant.
Angela's smirk grew wider. She was being a complete ass, trying to humiliate you in front of Axl and everyone else.
"Oh, honey, it's painfully obvious. You really think he's actually with you?" She let out a laugh, looking directly at you now.
"You're just another groupie he's messing around with. You're nothing more than a distraction. A phase. He'll get bored of you and drop you like a bad habit before long."
That comment made your blood boil, but at the same time broke something in you. You looked at her in disbelief as your heart started pounding a little faster.
Then you forcefully broke out of Axl’s grip and lunged at her. Pushing her violently into the ground before Axl pulled you back. Your mind was a mess and you couldn’t even think straight at the moment. You just acted on impulses.
Your sudden lunge caught everyone off guard. Angela let out a yelp as you shoved her to the floor, her back colliding roughly with the linoleum floor.
Before you could do any more damage, Axl grabbed you from behind, wrapping both arms around your waist and forcibly yanking you back against his chest. His grip was tight, restraining you so you couldn't move.
"Babe! Stop, goddamnit!" He exclaimed, trying to hold you back.
You only felt pure rage and perplexity. You wanted to scream and cry at the same time. You weren't usually so violent.
Axl held you close, his voice low and steady against your ear. "We're leaving. Now."
You didn't fight him, not fully. Your body still trembled with rage, but as the adrenaline started to fade, all you felt was exhaustion crawling in. The room spun slightly, your cheek stung, your palm throbbed from the glass cut.
Without another word, Axl pulled off his leather jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders, his scent filling the space between you, and guided you toward the door, arm locked firmly around your waist.
One last glance over your shoulder showed Angela on her feet again, pale-faced and wide-eyed, but saying nothing this time.
Good.
You weren’t a violent person… but tonight?
Tonight you were done playing nice.
He guided you through the party and into his car. Axl opened the passenger door for you like a gentleman, though his eyes never left yours.
You slid into the seat as he gently took your hand, inspecting the cut on your palm. “Damn it.” he muttered under his breath. He grabbed a bandana that was hanging from the rearview mirror and wrapped it around your hand with surprising care.
"You wanna tell me what that was really about?"
You felt it. The crack in your armor. The weight of old scars slamming into your chest.
But you stayed silent, lips pressed tight, staring out through the windshield into the dark night, avoiding his eyes…
Axl started the engine and began driving home. The ride was silent and luckily not too long, since everyone lived close here in LA. You followed him into his house quietly.
The sound of the front door shutting echoed through the dimly lit house.
Axl turned to you as soon as he locked it shut, his gaze intense. He knew you well enough to sense your growing frustration behind the silence. His eyes searched your face. Your expression was blank but your inner tension was pretty visible.
"Are you gonna talk to me, or are you gonna give me the silent treatment again?" He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame, waiting.
You rolled your eyes and walked away from him. “Don’t worry about it.” You said in a low voice and kicked off your boots. You walked towards the bathroom without looking at him.
Axl watched you stride away, eyes following your every move. Your nonchalant attitude only fueled his irritation. "Don't worry about it? Seriously?!"
He pushed off the door frame and followed you, stopping in the bathroom doorway. The small room suddenly felt even more cramped with him filling the frame.
"Don’t give me that bullshit, babe. You pick a fight with that girl out of nowhere and expect me to believe it's nothing?" He studied you, his gaze intense, as you stood by the sink.
You tried to ignore him as you began uniting the bandana on your hand. It stung like hell. You hissed.
Axl heard the pained sound in your voice, his irritation faded to concern. He stepped closer, reaching towards your hand.
"Let me see it." He said, but you flinched away, keeping your hand out of reach.
"Damn it, let me see." His words were commanding now, but you recognized the worry hidden beneath them. He reached for your wounded palm and took it in his own. His touch was gentle despite the tension in the air.
“I can handle it. Stop worrying, okay?” You said irritated and probably just overstimulated and exhausted, as you tried to retreat your hand.
Axl let out an exasperated sigh, you pulling away again only made him more determined.
He grabbed your wrist firmly but not roughly, stopping your retreat. "Cut the shit, will ya? You’re bleeding. Just let me fucking help you."
His voice was rough with frustration, but his grip was careful as he guided your hand under the faucet, turning on cool water to rinse the wound. His gaze flicked up to yours, jaw clenched.
"Now tell me, what the hell happened back there?"
“It doesn’t matter. It was just someone from high school that I never really bonded with…” You said in a low irritated voice as you looked down at your palm that was now under the running water.
Axl's face hardened as he listened to your vague answer. He could tell there was more to the story, but you were shutting him out. Again.
He reached for a towel, gently patting your hand dry. The tension between you was thick.
"Bullshit. That was more than just 'not bonding.' It was like you wanted to kill her."
He forced you to sit down on the toilet, where he knelt in front of you.
"So cut the crap and tell me why you two were at each other's throats."
You took a deep breath, annoyed by his questions. You didn’t wanna talk about it.
“She was just always a bitch to me. She was fucking mean…” You paused.
“It’s stupid…” You mumbled as you thought about her words.
Axl's irritation softened just a bit, hearing the pain in your voice. He could see that the memory still stung, even after all this time. He wrapped your hand with a clean bandage, his movements precise and efficient.
"It’s not stupid if it's hurting you." His expression was now more concerned than angry. He met your gaze with a steady look.
You rolled your eyes, not at him but at your own emotions.
“The moment I saw her, it all just came back to me. I just wanted to ignore her, but she kept pushing on… She didn’t understand how I got into Kelly’s party… and she definitely wouldn’t believe that my so-called “boyfriend” was a rockstar…”
You tried explaining, getting more and more annoyed with your own feelings, and feeling closer to the verge of just breaking down. You didn’t want to look at him. You just stared at your hand that he was wrapping in a bandage.
Axl froze mid-wrap for just a second, then exhaled sharply through his nose. His hands resumed their careful work, but his jaw visibly tightened.
"Wait." His voice dropped low. "She said shit about me?"
He exhaled sharply through his nose, fingers twitching as he secured the bandage.
"And you didn't tell her who the fuck I was?" His tone was disbelieving now, like he couldn’t believe you’d let her get away with it.
He tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes.
You rolled your eyes again, not wanting to look at him.
“No she didn’t-… she didn’t talk about you- it was me.... Axl just… It doesn’t matter, okay? Just leave it…” You argued slightly trying to change the subject.
His eyes scanned your face as you avoided his gaze. He could see how much she had gotten under your skin, and how your only response was to fight back. He understood that this wasn't the first time she had said something like that to you.
He held your chin in a soft grip, as he studied your face, His eyes moving over the faint smear of dried blood near your cheek, the tension in your jaw, the way you kept trying to look anywhere but at him.
“No.” He said quietly. “It does matter.”
You huffed, trying to lean back a little, but he followed the movement just enough to keep your attention.
“Ax-” You protested, but he interrupted you.
“No.” His voice wasn’t loud, but it cut right through the room. “You don’t get to brush it off after throwing punches at someone.”
You frowned. “I told you, she was just being a bitch-”
“She said you were lying about me.”
Your mouth snapped shut. He was in fact shutting you up with the truth.
His thumb shifted slightly under your chin, tilting your face a little to the side. His eyes narrowed when he got a better look at the cut along your cheek.
“Jesus.” He muttered in a low voice as he examined you.
He let go of your chin, but only so he could reach for another clean cloth. He dampened it under the faucet before stepping back between your knees where you sat on the closed toilet lid.
“Hold still.”
“I’m fine.”
“Yeah, you look great.” He muttered dryly.
You winced when the cool cloth touched your cheek.
“Hey-” You exclaimed while trying to pull your head away from him.
“Relax.” His voice softened slightly. “Just cleaning it.”
The bathroom went quiet except for the faint sound of running water and the rustle of the first-aid kit.
You stared down at your hands again as he worked.
“I didn’t want to start anything.” You said after a moment, your voice quieter now. “I really didn’t.”
Axl glanced up at you.
“But she kept going.” You continued, jaw tightening again as the memory replayed. “Asking how I even got into Kelly’s party. Like I snuck in through a window or something.”
He pressed the cloth a little more firmly against the cut, wiping away the last of the blood.
“And then?” He asked.
You hesitated. “She said girls like me don’t just… date rockstars.” You muttered. “Said I probably made you up so I wouldn’t look pathetic.”
Axl went still. Completely still.
The cloth paused against your cheek.
“And everyone around her was just standing there.” You continued, voice dipping lower. “Waiting to see if I’d prove it.”
Your shoulders lifted in a small, frustrated shrug.
“So I punched her.”
A long breath left his nose.
“Yeah.” He murmured. “That part I figured out.”
He tossed the cloth into the sink and reached for the antiseptic.
“This is gonna sting.” He warned while applying it on a new cloth.
“I know.” You answered as you watched him. You still sucked in a breath when he dabbed it on.
“Fuck-” You hissed, instinctively trying to pull back.
His free hand came up immediately, steadying the other side of your head.
“Easy…” He murmured.
You glared at him while the sting faded.
“I could’ve done this myself.”
“I know.”
“You don’t have to-”
“I know.”
You scowled at him.
He ignored it, concentrating on placing a small bandage across the cut.
His fingers were surprisingly gentle for someone who looked as ever-restless as he did.
“There.” He said quietly, smoothing it down.
You looked away again.
For a few seconds he didn’t say anything, just picked up your bandaged hand and inspected it again like he didn’t quite trust the work he’d already done.
“You should’ve told her.” He muttered as he inspected your hand again.
Your eyes flicked back to him.
“Told her what?”
“That you were with me.”
You rolled your eyes. “Why? So she’d suddenly believe me?”
“So she’d shut the hell up.”
You snorted softly.
“Yeah right.”
He finally looked up at you again, irritation flickering across his face.
“I’m serious.”
“And I’m not gonna pull the ‘my boyfriend’s famous’ card every time someone says something stupid.” You shot back.
His jaw tightened.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?”
He didn’t answer right away. His thumb brushed lightly over the back of your bandaged hand instead.
“You shouldn’t have to fight people to feel like you belong somewhere.” He said finally.
You stared at him.
“You’re the one who drags me to these parties.” You muttered.
“And you belong at every single one of them.” He shot back immediately.
Your chest tightened slightly at the certainty in his voice.
He seemed to realize how intense that sounded, because he sighed and leaned back a little, resting his forearms on your knees.
“Look…” He said more quietly. “I get it. Someone talks shit, you swing. That’s… one way to do it.”
You huffed. “You say that like you’ve never punched anyone.”
He smirked faintly. “Fair.”
Silence settled for a moment. Then his eyes drifted back to the side of your face.
“Does it hurt?”
“Only when you poke it.”
He reached up and lightly brushed his thumb just below the bandage, careful not to touch the cut itself.
“You’re probably gonna bruise.” He said.
“I’ve had worse.”
He believed that. Your hands flexed awkwardly in your lap, the bandage stiff around your knuckles. Axl noticed.
Without saying anything, he stood up and gently took your elbow.
“Come on.”
“I can walk.” You protested lightly with nothing to it.
“Good.” He muttered. “Then walking to my bed shouldn’t be a problem.”
You rolled your eyes but let him pull you up.
The hallway felt quieter after the bright bathroom lights. When you reached his room, he nudged you toward the mattress.
“Sit.” He said.
“You’re bossy.”
“Sit.” He repeated.
You sat down on the mattress. He moved around the room, grabbing one of his old shirts and tossing it toward you.
“Change.”
You peeled off your ruined top carefully, wincing slightly when the fabric brushed your cheek. Axl noticed immediately.
“Hold on.”
He stepped closer and helped guide the shirt over your head instead, taking it easy so it wouldn’t tug the bandage.
His fingers brushed your sides in the process, warm and steady.
“There.” He murmured.
You were about to stand again when he pressed a hand lightly to your shoulder and pushed you back onto the mattress.
“Axl-”
“Relax.”.
You stared at him like he’d grown a second head.
“What?” He asked you, as he kicked off his boots and pulled his leather pants off.
“You’re being weird.”
He shut off the bedside lamp, leaving only the low glow from the hallway.
“Yeah.” He said, sliding in beside you. “Get used to it.”
You barely had time to protest before he pulled you against his chest, one arm wrapping around your shoulders, the other resting carefully at your waist, mindful of your bruises.
“I’m not fragile.” You muttered into his shirt.
“I know.” His lips brushed the top of your head. “You’re exhausted.”
You opened your mouth to argue again. He just tightened his arm slightly.
“Just shut up for five minutes.” He murmured into your hair. “Let me hold you.”
And for once… You did.
Your breathing evened out against him, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of his shirt. His hand traced slow, absentminded patterns along your back.
For a while neither of you said anything.
Your breathing had evened out, your body heavy against his chest, your bandaged hand resting against his ribs where your fingers had loosely curled into the fabric of his shirt.
Axl shifted slightly so you were more comfortable, careful not to touch your cheek.
“You still awake?” He he asked in a mumble into your hair.
“Mmm.” You hummed, barely a sound.
His thumb traced a slow line up your spine and back down again.
“You know what pisses me off the most about that whole thing?” He said quietly.
You sighed into his chest. “Axl…”
“No, listen.”
You tilted your head just enough to look up at him in the dim light from the hallway.
“That girl” He continued with a low voice. “standing there acting like she gets to decide what you’re worth. Like she knows anything about you.”
You shrugged weakly. “People have been doing that since high school.”
“Yeah..” He muttered. “Well, they’re idiots.”
Your lips twitched faintly. He brushed a small strand of hair away from your face, careful around the bandage on your cheek.
“You shouldn’t have had to prove anything tonight.” He said.
“I wasn’t proving-”
“You were.” He interrupted gently. “You were trying to prove you weren’t insignificant.”
Your jaw tightened slightly, but you didn’t argue this time. His hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, pulling you a little closer against him.
“You don’t have to fight for a place next to me.” He murmured.
Your fingers tightened slightly against his shirt.
“I know you don’t think about it like that.” He continued softly. “But you do belong there. At those parties. In my life. All of it.”
Your throat felt annoyingly dry again.
“You’re stuck with me whether those people believe it or not.”
You huffed quietly. “Lucky me.”
He snorted softly. “Damn right.”
For a moment he just looked down at you, his expression softer than he’d ever admit out loud.
Then he leaned down and pressed a careful kiss to your temple, just beside the bandage.
“You’re mine.” He murmured.
Your brows frowned slightly, but not in protest.
“And before you start.” He added quietly, his thumb brushing slow circles against your arm. “I don’t mean that in some caveman way.” He chuckled softly.
You shifted slightly to look up at him again with a soft gaze that called him stupid.
“I mean you’re my girl.” He said. “The one who walks into a room and somehow ends up punching someone because they’re stupid enough to underestimate her.”
That actually pulled a small laugh out of you.
“And I’m the idiot who gets to bring you home after.” His arm tightened around you again, holding you closer.
“So yeah,” He finished softly, pressing another kiss into your hair. “you belong with me.”
Your face tucked back into his chest, hiding the small smile that tugged at your mouth.
“Good.” You mumbled.
His hand continued tracing slow, absentminded patterns along your back as the room fell quiet again.
“Good.” He echoed softly.
And this time neither of you moved.