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you're beautiful

(Axl x Reader) Lately, you've been struggling with many dark thoughts about your body image and your worth. It's one of those days where your self confidence is at an all time low. Luckily, your boyfriend lets you know just how beautiful you are to him.

A/N: To anybody who reads this: don't let anyone tell you that you're not beautiful :)

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Disproportional. If you could describe yourself in one word, it'd be that one as you look in the mirror. Your feet look too big, your hands are tiny in comparison to other girls', something about your face is off...the mirror can whisper ugly thoughts into your ear. Yet you can't move yourself away from it. You have to point out every single thing that you dislike about yourself, in the hopes that somehow you'll "fix" those apparent imperfections by doing so. You're in the middle of examining the spots and acne scars on your cheeks when Axl's voice sounds from the bathroom, where he's soaking in the bath. "Hey, Y/N? Can you grab that book on my nightstand and bring it over here?"

Distracted by your reflection, you don't catch everything that he just said. "Grab what?" "The book on my nightstand, can you come in here and give it to me?" You tear yourself away from the full length mirror in the corner of your bedroom and scan Axl's nightstand for the book he's talking about. You find the black hardcover version of Frankenstein resting next to his cigarette box and the telephone, John Martin's Sadak in Search of the Waters of Oblivion painting as part of the front cover.

Pushing the door open, you lower your head with the book in one hand. The steam begins to melt a little of your makeup as you get closer to the bathtub. Axl's head is leaned against the back of the tub in relaxation, his eyes closed as well. You set the book down on the sink and your fingers touch the surface of the warm water. You splash some droplets around, a few of them hitting Axl's chest and neck. He raises an eyebrow and opens his eyes, looking up at you with those dashing greens of his. "Thanks." He sits up to give you a kiss and you bend down to do the same. The kiss feels good like always, but Axl can sense that there's some kind of restraint coming from you. "Wanna get in with me?" He shifts so there's some extra room for you in the water.

"I dunno, Ax...I-" "Aw, c'mon. It's really nice in here, dude. You can read with me," Axl adds dreamily. You shake your head and try to think up some quick excuse to not take your clothes off and show him your body. "Sorry, babe, I don't like horror books," you throw out, even though it's pretty obvious that Axl doesn't buy it.

"It's not that scary, Y/N." He pauses for a brief moment and then rises out of the tub, grabbing a towel to dry himself off with. You feel a strange feeling of guilt wash over you. Here was this man who looks like a Greek statue come to life. His abs, jawline, shoulders, lips, nose, eyes - everything is chiseled to perfection. And your brain can't comprehend why someone who looks so flawless could end up with you. You don't see what he sees; you just see yourself as unworthy of his presence in your life.

You walk away from him, confused and disappointed in yourself. He eventually catches up to you with the towel tied around his waist. There's still some water that drips from his hair as he looks around for a clean shirt and some shorts. "I'm all ears, baby. I don't like seeing you like this." You tense your shoulders and decide to just tell him the truth. "I really hate myself, Axl. You don't belong with someone as ugly as me, I'm sorry."

Axl looks genuinely hurt by the amount of hatred you have for yourself. His eyes dart around the room and then a hand goes over his mouth. "If I said anything that made you feel like this, Y/N, I'm so sorry. You know I love you and would never want to hurt-" "No, you didn't do anything, Ax. It's just me," you admit, ashamed. He wraps his arms tightly around your waist and presses his lips against your skin. His forehead touches yours and he shakes his head.

"Y/N, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met in my entire life. I've met a lot of pretty girls, yeah, but nobody compares to you. I'm mad at myself because I should've let you know how amazing you look everyday." You stay silent for a little, taken aback by his kindness, soft demeanor, and sincerity. He looks you deep in the eyes and sighs. "Promise that you won't say mean shit to yourself about the way you look or whatever, 'cause it's not true."

Overwhelmed with all the love he's giving you right now, you nod and kiss him lovingly. "I'm lucky to have a guy like you, babe." He smiles and puts an arm around you as he guides you to the bed.

"Okay, now can we read Frankenstein together?" "Fine, but it's gonna be scary." "It's not!"

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Can we please talk about Grace McKagan's instagram stories last night?

My heart melted in a way I never thought it could 😭😭❤️❤️❤️

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in your arms

(Axl x Reader) After a show, you and Axl are ready to get home and have a good night’s sleep (yeah right). Something doesn’t go as planned while leaving the show’s venue and Axl ends up with more than a scratch or two. 

A/N: Blood is mentioned!!

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You were in the wings of the stage, sitting cross-legged on the slightly dusty floor with your blueberry parfait in hand, a plastic spoon in your mouth. Stagehands and sound engineers are standing by you, but watching your boyfriend on stage makes you feel like you’re in your own little bubble, and he’s the only one who can step inside without popping it. His command of the crowd is captivating, his charisma is otherworldly, and the way he looks at you in between guitar solos and water breaks makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter around like crazy. The happiest times in your life are with him, and you’re confident that he feels the same. All the members of Guns, his other friends, and the crew on the road tell you about how his spirits get so uplifted when you’re around. Those types of comments never fail to make you smile and blush. 

The show begins to transition into the last five songs and into Axl’s last three costume changes (lol). The spotlight dances around the stage as the band keeps running to and fro, some of their guitars looking like they’ll fly off the stage at any moment. You pull your GN’R leather jacket over your shoulders and rest your cheek on the palm of your hand as you watch Axl sing his heart out, pride filling your heart. 

“Thank you!” he roars like a lion, jerking the microphone away from his mouth and breathing heavily as his eyes pan over the massive stadium crowd, a smile dancing around on the corners of his lips when he waves the crowd goodbye and walks right into your loving arms.  “You were fantastic, baby,” you say, your words a little cloaked by his jacket. You don’t care about the sweat dripping from his face or his wet hair on your warm skin, it just feels nice to have him back with you. “Nah...you’re just sayin’ that...” Axl scratches his head bashfully and bites his lip, You lean your head against his chest, excited to go back in bed and spend another night with him.  “Shut it, I’m not!” 

There are some chuckles around you as everyone begins to pack up and admire how cute you guys are. Axl dries himself off and picks up your backpack. “Ready to go?” You nod and take his hand, the two of you walking down the wide hallways of the stadium to the back door. The security guard pushes the door open and a blast of cool air blows your hair back. The moon shines on the pavement and you can see a sea of fans at the fence. You smile at the sight of their posters and signs, pink and red hearts plastered and drawn onto the papers. 

The flashes of the blinding cameras annoy you as you hang onto Axl’s hand and squint, but the car is so close that you don’t even care about everyone trying to grab at him. Until you feel his hand get torn away from yours, his fingers getting yanked out of yours. You stop walking and you can see Axl do the same, but a woman’s head is in the way. She walks so close to you that you can smell her foul odor and breath.  “Axl’s little puppy!” she proceeds to make ridiculous barking noises and you resume walking to Axl, his hand outreached towards you as he stares at the woman with disgust. You feel a great sense of relief when your hand is in his again. The security seems to have taken care of her, ushering her all the way to the back of the crowd at the end of the street.

“Hey!” A man begins to run towards you guys, looking like he came from whatever sewer the first woman emerged out of. “You bastard, you think you’re hot shit and you can talk to my girlfriend like that?!?” Axl looks so exasperated; he just wants to go home.  “What are you talking about?” he asks, turning his head. You can see that his jaw is clenched. You gasp and time seems to turn into slow motion when the man puts his hand on your arm to push you aside. Axl’s face twitches from annoyance to subsequent rage. Axl runs at him and socks him in the nose. The guy’s fist makes contact with Axl’s cheekbone and you watch in horror as Axl’s head is thrust backwards. 

“Axl, stop!” You tug his arms fiercely and the security guards do the same, eventually prying them off of one another. You feel nauseous when you see what he did to Axl’s beautiful face, scraping it, bruising it, cutting it. Axl grabs your arm and spits out some blood from his mouth onto the sidewalk, his teeth stained red.  “You don’t put your hands on my fucking girlfriend!” Axl bellows behind him, flipping him off and wiping blood away from his forehead. You take him inside the car and to your dismay, there’s no first aid in the car, so Axl has to ride out the pain until you return to his house. 

Several little bugs crowd the lamplight outside Axl’s door as you fumble with the keys, apologizing over and over to Axl when his key keeps jamming. “It’s fine,” he says through gritted teeth, the adrenaline obviously beginning to wear off. You eventually walk him inside to the couch and run to fetch everything you need to patch him up, because he hopefully doesn’t need hospice care. “It’s gonna sting a little,” you warn him when you finish opening the pack of alcohol wipes.  “I’ll be fine- oh...ow, ow, stop-” he moans, wincing as you carefully wipe off the excess dried blood. He gets used to the painful feeling after a while and you can catch him gazing at you with such reverence in his eyes. You finish cleaning his face and pause. 

“Yes?” you ask timidly, setting down the bandages on the table.

“Thanks for this, babe. I love you.”  You kiss him for eternity, wrapping your arms around his back and remaining ever so thankful that he’s yours. 

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i love him

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soft spot

(Axl x Reader) You’re roommates with Axl and so far, he doesn’t seem to have warmed up to your presence yet. But on a particularly bad night, he shows you that he’s all bark and no bite. ᵔᴥᵔ 

A/N: If you’re already in a sad mood and wanna find some comfort then carry on reading, but if you’re in a sad mood and trying to find something happy to read, then maybe this wouldn’t be the best choice. Just because the beginning is pretty unhappy. *virtual hug if you need one* 

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The ink bled red as you pressed the gel pen to the journal with all the strength in your hand, aggressively coloring in the mood checker for the night. You slumped back down in the desk chair, pressing your palms to your ears in an attempt to drown out the loud, heavy music Axl was blasting next door. “Axl!” you shout, hoping it’ll get his attention, but the music continues to blare into your eardrums.  You burst out of your bedroom and yanked open the door to Axl’s, narrowing your reddish eyes as you saw him sitting on the floor with his record player and vinyl collection spread out next to him. He lifts the needle and the music gradually dies down. “What?” His tone sounds so forced, like he doesn’t want anything to do with you, which just made you feel embarrassed and your face burn redder. You already regretted setting foot in his room, you should’ve known how short his fuse would be.

“Can you maybe turn your music down a notch?” you ask timidly, watching as he looks at you with blasé eyes, chewing his gum and moving the thin strands of hair out of his face.  “Fine, I’m done for the night anyways. Is that it? If so, don’t bother me again.” Bothered by how harsh he is, you turn and walk back to your room, muttering, “Jesus Christ,” under your breath as you left. 

The rest of the night was terrible, your hands were clammy and your legs were cold as you tried in vain to fall asleep under your sheets, tossing and turning until the clock read 2 am. There was a miserable feeling of loneliness in the pit of your stomach. Eventually, you kicked the comforter away from you, gripping your hair in fists as you paced around the dimly lit room. Your head felt like it was on fire, pushing you to run to the bathroom and run the cold water from the sink. You cover your mouth, trying not to let the sound of your pain fill the quiet, dark apartment. But fuck that, it’s 2 A.M., and you’re alone like you always are. 

You try your best to gasp for air as the time slowly drifts by. This was rock bottom, and there wasn’t even a legitimate reason for all of this shit to be happening. You backed yourself into the corner next to the shower, the whole bathroom being blurred everytime you would look up. And then, out of nowhere, you saw a hazy figure to your right, his hand still on the doorknob. Fuck, the door. You forgot to lock the door. 

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Axl steps closer. He looks super tired, his hair messy and spread all over his shoulders. He was the last person you wanted to find you, yet there he was. You shake your head, turning away from him and closing your eyes. “I- um, heard something a few minutes ago.” he says stilly, trying to fill the silence as he sits on the floor next to you. “You alright?”

“Does it look like I am?” you ask roughly. “Why do you even care...you hate me.” Axl bites his lip and you can almost see the guilt that he’s feeling in the moment.  “I don’t-I don’t hate you,” Axl sighs, his eyes finally making contact with yours. He seems like a totally different person than a few hours ago, it’s crazy to see. “I mean that, I just didn’t know how to talk to you.” He shifts uncomfortably, pausing while staring at his legs. “I didn’t know how to act around you, because you- nevermind, I can tell you some other time.” He watches helplessly as you hide your head in your knees again. “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say, your muffled voice hoarse from crying. “Huh?” Axl leans forward, concern swimming in his glassy eyes.  “It’s okay,” you repeat, lifting your head up and giving him a small shrug. Axl looks surprised at your response, he was expecting you to reject him and tell him to go away. Now he feels even worse for hurting your feelings. Still, he doesn’t want to leave you alone. He reaches out and puts a warm hand on your shoulder, but the second you feel his touch, you flinch and pull away instinctively. You hear Axl moving back to give you some space, but you didn’t mean to do that...you actually need a hug more than anything right now.

You move closer to Axl and as if he can read your mind, he lets you slump into his arms. You can feel his nimble fingers stroking your hair, gently pulling it back and away from your face. You two sat there for a while, Axl whispering, “it’s alright” and “let it out” to you every so often. 

Once you think you’ve calmed down, Axl helps you up. Even though you still have shaky breaths as you leave the bathroom, you’ve gotten most of the pent up anger and sadness out. Axl rubs your back and starts to go in the direction of his bedroom. But the feeling of his hand slowly losing its grip on your arm makes your heart feel heavy. “Wait, Axl?” “What?” “Is it okay if I spend the night with you?” You feel so awkward and stupid asking that question, but to your relief, Axl says in a hushed voice, “C’mon.” and takes your arm again.

He pulls back the covers back so you can climb onto the right side of his bed, and then sorta tucks you in. You’re still a bit dumbfounded to see this sweeter side of Axl, but you’re not complaining either. He walks over to the other side and lays down. You can see the outline of his side profile as he supposedly looks up at the ceiling. “Thanks for being so cool about me being a complete asshole to you, by the way.” “Well. at least you had the balls to actually apologize...I haven’t met a lot of people who do that,” you sigh, the task of keeping your eyes open getting harder.

Axl cracks a small smile. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. ‘Night, Y/N.” he yawns, tugging a blanket over his chest.  “‘Night, Axl.”

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i love you

(Axl x Reader) You and Axl get into an argument the day before he’s supposed to leave for a week and he sees an opportunity to spill out his feelings about you when he thinks you’re asleep. But you can hear everything he says. ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ 

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“Y/N, I really don’t have time for this right now!” Axl snaps, dragging his suitcase near the door and kicking it softly, making it roll a little further on the shiny white floor. You purse your lips in frustration and cross your arms. “I’m trying to get this shit figured out before the flight and I really need some space, okay??”  “There’s no reason to fucking act like this with me tonight, all I did was...” you feel your eyes and throat burning as you struggle to hold back some angry, hot tears. “I don’t get why you’re treating me like this, Axl.”

“What more do you want from me, what? You never give me a reason!” He stomps up the stairs and you trail behind him, clutching the railing, your knuckles turning white. “I want some love from you!” You spit, breathing heavily as you see him turn around to look back at you. You slightly open your mouth to hurl out your honest feelings, but you feel like if you say one more word then you’ll break. You run upstairs past him and slam the door, jumping into the bed and letting your tears finally hit the pillow.

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Axl stands outside your door for a few minutes, his head leaning against the smooth wood. Eventually, he turns the doorknob and steps inside, noticing that the light on your nightstand is still on. He silently and slowly walks over to your side of the bed, his shoes barely making any noise. He crouches down next to you and sighs.

“Babe?” Axl waits for an answer from you, but you don’t stir. “You still up?” His voice is so much softer, you realize, and he just sounds so disappointed in himself. He waits for a little before concluding that you’re most likely asleep. 

You feel his warm hand take yours and his soft lips touch it, releasing so many endorphins in your body. 

“I hate that I can’t say all of this to you when you’re awake, I’m too much of a pussy,” he admits, still holding your hand gently. “I made you upset tonight and I’m really beating myself up for it, ‘cause all you’ve been is amazing to me, Y/N. It-It’s really hard for me to...y’know, open up to someone about my true feelings about them, but believe me, I’m really trying. I’m just- scared that if I say ‘I love you’ to someone, I’ll just get hurt like I do every single time I say it and feel like the stupidest fucker ever.” “I know you wouldn’t leave me, at least I hope you don’t.” He reaches out and touches your cheek, his thumb brushing close to your eye. “Aw.” Axl lets out a very short laugh, and you can practically see his smile, even though your eyes are still closed. “You look so cute sleeping like that.” He kisses you on the forehead and you can feel his long hair on your neck. 

His deep voice is so low and quiet but the words he says next speak volumes. “You get me thinking of the most romantic shit, nobody’s ever done that before, like...I don’t know.” He pauses. “Having some cute little kids with you, seeing you in a wedding dress...” 

You feel your heart stop and then start beating twice as fast, prompting you to shift a bit. He freezes and whispers, “Shit, shit, shit...please don’t wake up just now.” After waiting anxiously, he starts to wrap up. “I have to go in a few hours, so I might as well sleep now,” he sighs. “But babe, I’m so sorry for everything, I really am. Just get ready for 1,000 I love you’s tomorrow. Sleep well...I love you.” He runs a hand over your hair and kisses you on the cheek.

Axl takes off his shirt and sits down on the edge of the bed, his heart pounding out of his chest. A minute goes by and you can feel his weight on his side of the bed and his hand on top of yours. You lie there in silence, listening to his breathing as he drifts off to sleep. When you think the coast is clear, you flip over onto your right side and hug him tightly, your head resting in the crook of his neck and your arm over his chest. “I love you so much,” you whisper, and you slip into the most peaceful sleep you’ve ever had. 

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bun in the oven

(Axl x Reader) Throughout the day, you try to find the perfect time to tell Axl that you’re expecting your first child with him. Congratulations! (▰˘◡˘▰)

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The whole day has been a bunch of nervous breakdowns, if you’re going to honest. You found out the good news last night after Axl fell asleep early, a rare occurrence. You remember opening the door and shakily walking back to your side of the bed, trying to balance out the excitement and nervousness you felt pumping through your veins. You lay down and stared up at the ceiling, the moonlight falling onto Axl’s body. His hand tugs on the covers and you hold in a giggle, eventually pulling the sheets over both of you and holding Axl from the back. “Mmm,” you hear him sigh, which just makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter even faster.

The next morning, after Axl kissed you goodbye and headed off to the management’s office with a paper cup of coffee in his hand, you ran over to the couch and grabbed your bullet journal that you rarely used, but it was important for this occasion. “Pregnancy Reveal Ideas,” you sketch, biting the top of the pen while in deep thought. Do you need balloons, confetti poppers, a cake, baby clothes to show him in a little bag? You wanted it to be special for the two of you, and those ideas just seemed so generic and overused, but you were having a lot of trouble coming up with anything else. 

The next few hours at home were naps, cooking, and more pondering. By the time 6 o’ clock rolled around, there was still an empty void in your mind and you had practically given up on trying, instead focusing on cooking dinner. The smell of the beef and vegetables filled the kitchen and living room once Axl had returned from work. 

You hear him drop his jacket on the bench near the door because of the clinking of his badges against the wood. “Jesus, am I in heaven or somethin’?” He appears around the corner and walks over to you, whose eyes are stuck on the pan with the vegetables. “Babeee, earth to Y/N?” “Hi baby,” you finally come to your senses and respond while drizzling some oil onto the pan. Axl comes up behind you and gently wraps his arms around you from the back, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. “Can I get a kiss?” he asks casually. You turn your head to kiss him on those soft lips of his, warmth and love for him spreading through your body. He takes the spoon out of your hand and turns the fire down to low (how considerate), and takes your arm to lead you to the couch. “Axl, I gotta finishhhh,” you groan, trying to turn back to the kitchen counter.

“Please, just for a few minutes?” He pleads, motioning towards the open space on the sofa. 

“Here, how about I finish up dinner and then we can eat it there, alright? Any movie suggestions?” His face lights up and he raises an eyebrow - you absolutely love when he does that. He strokes his chin and shrugs. “Don’t know, you can help me decide once you get your ass over here,” he growls playfully, impatiently crossing his arms and tapping his foot. You shake your head and you can spot him trying not to break into a smile while still keeping up the facade of being tired of waiting.

You almost forget about the big news for a little, until it becomes time to bring the food over. “Hey Ax, could you pull over the table?” you nod in the coffee table’s direction and he happily obliges, over-dramatically preparing your spot next to him by smoothing it out. You laugh and give him his plate, sitting down and then moaning. “I forgot your drink, sorry.” You start getting up, but he puts his hand out and motions towards himself, while trying to finish chewing a piece of beef. 

“Nah, I’ll get it.” You scoff and lean back. “What a gentleman!” He rolls his eyes and grabs two glasses and the champagne bottle, juggling them three in his hands and setting them down. He pours one glass and then starts to tilt the bottle to pour into the second one, but you stop him. 

“Uhm, I probably shouldn’t drink that right now,” you say quietly, putting your hand on top of his with the bottle. “What? You never pass up on our special champagne toasts,” he says, a fake disappointed tone in his voice. 

“I’m gonna have to pass for a couple months, I’m sorry,” you continue, trying to stay relaxed while your heart is beating a million times per minute. He twists the cap back on and puts the bottle down, confused. 

“Huh?”

“Think about it.”

He looks at the floor for a moment, before his head snaps back up and you can see a smile threatening to form on his face. “No fucking way.” Your eyes dart to your stomach for a split second and he looks down again. When he looks up, you can tell that his eyes are glimmering. “Babe, don’t fuck with me.” “I’m not,” you say, smiling. His mouth is open and then both of his hands are on your shoulders. 

“We’re having a baby?!?” You nod. “You’re pregnant??” He shakes you a little, still in disbelief. 

“It’s about time, right?” you laugh as he jumps onto the couch next to you and hugging you from the side, while you hold onto his arm from the front. When he lets go, he runs his hands through his hair, breathing heavily.  “Holy shit, I’m gonna be a dad,” he mumbles under his breath, looking up at you with a big grin. You stand up to fetch the pregnancy stick, but he holds onto your wrist. “Wait, c’mere,” he says, his voice softening when you turn back. You wrap your arms around his neck while he gently leans his face against your stomach, his other arm holding your waist. 

It’s not necessarily what you had in mind, but you couldn’t ask for any moment better than that.

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stressed

(Axl x Reader) Axl comes home from the airport in a bad mood and you try to comfort/calm him down. Fluff and some cute hoRny? stuff

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You pull the shades down as the sun starts to set, squinting and shielding your eyes with your book, letting the rays fall on the hardwood floor of you and Axl’s apartment. You sigh as you sink into the couch, resting horizontally on it with your feet dangling off the end.

You don’t realize how long it’s been until you finish the book and look up and around you, finally noticing how dark it’s become in the house. You toss the book to the side and snuggle up against the cushions, wishing that Axl’s plane would just land quicker. You shift to face the clock and read the time, 11:43PM. You figure that Axl wouldn’t be home for a couple more minutes and decide to get some shut-eye.

Some noise wakes you up from your brief two minute nap, although it felt like an hour. You yawn and rub your eyes, grabbing a nearby pillow and holding it close to your chest, pretending that it’s Axl. You feel your eyelids getting heavier as each second passes by, and you almost fall back asleep until you hear his deep voice call out in the dark.

“I’m home, princess.” Your energy bursts back into your bones and you sit up, fixing your hair and running to greet him. Axl’s eyes seem to glow a little brighter when he sees you emerge from the sofa, his hand letting go of his bag and letting it hit the floor with a small thud. “I missed you!” you exclaim, your arms tightening around his waist as you lean your head into his upper chest. Being a little smaller than him, you have to go on your tippy toes. He does the usual, picking you up from the ground and letting you hug him around his neck instead. You guessed that it was because of jet lag and exhaustion from the ride, but Axl didn’t seem to have a huge reaction to arriving home after nearly two weeks overseas.

He seems to melt into you, his soft hair brushing against your cheeks as he lets out a long, shaky exhale into your shoulder. You rub his back in comfort, but worry starts to fill your insides. Did something go wrong? Did you miss something? Axl’s previously said that he doesn’t like being vulnerable, which has put a little strain on the relationship in the past. You’ve never seen him let his guard down before.

“How’s my baby doing?” you ask, trying to mask the concern in your voice, not wanting to anger or embarrass him in any way. He shakes his head and keeps his face as still as stone.  “Not good,” is his simple answer. You’re still holding onto his hand as he walks towards the kitchen counter and to the cabinets, rummaging through them for some beer or shotglasses. You sigh in exasperation and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Baby, I get that whatever happened might’ve been really stressful or annoying, but can you please lay off the drinks? After what’s been happening, with all the overdoses and d-deaths, I just want you to be safe...”

Axl’s response is not what you were expecting. He picks up the shotglass that’s on the counter and flings it at the fridge, breaking it into tiny pieces that spill onto the floor. You gasp and flinch, shutting your eyes. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Axl says guiltily, his hands in his hair as he cusses himself out silently. You hop over the remains of the shotglass and avoid stabbing your foot with shards of glass as you make your way over to Axl, who’s gazing at the pieces of glass with tired eyes. “Look, you don’t have to, but it might make you feel better to talk about it,” you shrug, wiping some stains of beer off of Axl’s sweatshirt that you borrowed from his closet. “I mean, you’re probably gonna see it in Kerrang! or something,” he mumbles, leaning against the counter. “It was just some stupid paparazzi at the airport, as usual,” he solemnly says, sheepishly scratching his head. “I pushed one of them...” he hesitates, before continuing. “...’cause they wouldn’t let Slash fuckin’ get some medical help after he got sick on the plane.” You can tell how frustrated Axl is with the media and everyone on his back. He’s told you a million times that it pisses him off, but he’s never snapped at them before.

You wrap your arms around his waist from behind him, gently swaying back and forth as you rest your cheek near his shoulderblade. He stays with you in that position for a few seconds, before swiftly turning around and kissing you, putting his hands on your shoulders as his lips touch yours. Your hand moves down his arm to his hand and you walk him over to the couch. You can spot Axl staring down at the shards of glass still lying on the floor, but you look into his eyes to make sure he pays attention to you.  “It’s alright, I’ll clean it up tomorrow,” you reassure him, slipping his black jacket off and letting it fall onto a nearby chair. “You’re too good to me, Y/N,” he says sweetly, offering a tight smile as he lies down on the couch, his cheek on his palm as he fixes his gaze on you.

You pat your lap as you sit cross legged, putting your hair in a messy bun. Axl sucks in his lips and lays his head down on your legs, moving around a little to get comfortable. One of his hands are on top of the other as he stretches out his legs, them dangling off the couch as well.  “Crap, think we need a new one,” he smirks, wiggling his feet around. You smile too, seeing his mood lighten up a bit as you place your hands next to the sides of his face, beginning to smooth out some of his hair.

He closes his eyes as you let your fingers drift across his face, massaging his temples and occasionally bending down to kiss his forehead. Eventually, he opens his green, emerald-like eyes and you can see a smile dancing around his lips, waiting for the right moment to shape into a grin.  “I love you.” “I love you more,” you answer, biting your lip as you try to hide the immense happiness you felt upon hearing that after fourteen days.

Axl’s fiery look in his eyes returns and he quickly takes his plain shirt off, throwing it somewhere near the window and turning over. It’s your turn to lay down now as he kisses your arms and neck. The colors in his tattoos pop out when they’re right in front of your eyes. He catches you staring at his biceps and chuckles.  “Next tattoo’s for you,” he slyly says, raising his eyebrows before returning to kissing your face and lips. 

In shorter than you expected, he wears himself out and dozes off on top of your chest. You gently push him to the side as you turn onto your left and look at him sleeping peacefully. Your heart feels like it’s about to explode.  And just when you thought he was fully knocked out, you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist. He mumbles something that you can’t make out, but you can tell what the words he says after are.

“Mine.”