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Y/N is on her period - Slash

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Y/N sighed as the warm water from the shower fell over her body. There was already a big cloud of steam in the bathroom, and she was sure it would be even bigger when she left.

This shower was way longer than the others, but Slash insisted she did so, telling her she needed to relax her muscles, considering she had spent the entire day curled up in fetal position.

Her muscles seemed to agree with her boyfriend, and she started to insult him inside her head. Why was she insulting him when he was clearly trying to help? She wasn't sure, but as soon as that thought rushed to her head, there were small tears of both frustration and sadness gathering on her eyes, all the while she still insulted him.

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She came out of the shower, hair fluffy and smelling like peaches, wearing a pair of very unflattering sweatpants and one of his t-shirts covered by a hoodie.

She felt awful; her breasts hurt like a bitch, her knees made little click noises every time she took a step after not moving for too long, and she felt like an eighty-year-old woman with back problems, but she couldn't help the small smile that settled on her lips when she got back to her bedroom.

Slash was on her bed with a huge box of pizza, a bag of dark chocolates, and a heating pad, waiting for her under her soft covers while absentmindedly flipping through the channels on the small TV on the corner of the room.

He noticed she was back when she closed the door behind herself and shot her a smile that tugged at all her heartstrings at once. "You good, sweetheart?" He asked, patting the free spot on the bed.

Y/N softly nodded and walked up to him, sitting down and leaning her head against his shoulder. She picked a slice from the pizza and took a huge bite, humming unceremoniously at the taste of the cheese melting inside her mouth.

Slash chuckled at her reaction and kissed her forehead, taking a slice for himself and switching channels, leaving it on MTV so they could both judge the videos that aired.

They made small talk, and soon the entire pizza was over, even though Slash only ate three slices. He let Y/N curl onto his lap, bringing her legs close to her body, trying to somewhat ease the cramps.

He gave her the heating pad and ran his hands through her freshly washed hair, after cleaning the grease from the pizza, of course, feeling sorry that there wasn't much more he could do to ease his girlfriend's pain.

She had fallen quiet over the last few minutes, a sign that the pain was getting worse, and Slash rearranged himself on the bed so he could pull her flush against him and massage her sore back.

She whined a bit when a particularly sharp pain hit her out of the blue and curled further into his embrace, relaxing against the familiar warmth and smell as best as she could.

"It's okay, baby. You're going to be fine." He cooed, pressing soft kisses to the crown of her head. "You're going to sleep in a while, and the cramps are gonna stop."

Inside her head, the end of the cramps seemed something like a distant future full of magnificent things -though, rationally, she knew it was her dramatic hormones talking- but his voice dripped of honey and love, and she could cry because of how much she loved him.

"I love you so much." She said softly, voice strained and eyes once again filled with small tears.

Despite knowing how much she hated being like this, Slash couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. "I love you too, sweetheart."