#ooc not me being sad and tired when dressed as neil

[deadpoetperry]

…My father found out that I’m in the play and told me to quit. Opening night is tomorrow, I can’t quit now! Ugh. I don’t know what to do.

[letdecemberburninflames]

Two in the Afternoon

Aperçu: Reader wakes up after a wild night to a very sleepy (and probably still drunk) Vince. Fluff ensues.

Fic Type: Vince Neil x Reader, FLUFF, The Dirt // Mötley Crüe fanfic

Warnings: It’s Mötley fucking Crüe, dude.

Author’s Note: This is short, as I was not incredibly confident in my abilities to write Vince’s character correctly (apologies if he’s a bit lot ooc). @malibubarbievince offered some great tips though, which I greatly appreciated. As always, italics are flashbacks. Enjoy!

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The night had started with “You can’t possibly drink all that!” And so, naturally, you just had to prove Nikki wrong, with your ever-supportive boyfriend-of-three-months by your side, ready and willing to tell you that you looked very hot with Jack Daniels spilled down the front of your white t-shirt. Well, his white t-shirt.

The night had ended somewhere around four in the morning, when you took one look at the clock in the bar and vaguely remembered Doc’s demand that the boys be in their hotel room and in bed before two in the morning. That promise had been broken about five beers, three shots, and many, many lines of cocaine ago. So when Vince made fun of your refusal to do a body shot off a stripper (wouldn’t be the first time he’d asked you; he though it’d be hot), you shot back with, “Isn’t it past your bedtime? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”.

To which Vince replied, “In my bed with you? Yes.”

And that was how you ended up between the sheets with Vince Neil. Not like it would’ve ended any differently on any other night anyway.

A stretch of midday sunlight glowed golden across the rumpled sheets, and the smell of Vince invaded your senses. Yeah, he smelled like sweat and alcohol and cigarettes and cologne… but beneath that he had his own smell. It was warm and safe, and it was your favorite smell in the whole world.

Vince’s chest was warm against your back, and his arm was draped over your waist, calloused hands brushing your thigh. His legs were tangled with yours, and there was nothing more soothing than the comfort of his touch.

Across the room, you could see the clothes you’d scattered across the furniture in your alcohol-induced rush to make it to the bed. Vince’s leather pants were on the mini bar. Of course, it really wouldn’t of mattered. Vince would have been content to fuck on the couch, the table, the bathroom sink… You giggled to yourself when you saw your panties hanging from the top of the lamp by the desk.

Bits and pieces of last night came back, like a bunch of puzzle pieces that hadn’t clicked together yet.

Vince playfully nibbled at your neck. Being subtle was a skill that both of you lacked, so it was of no surprise to either of you when someone came pounding on the hotel room door.

“C’mere,” Vince stood, wearing nothing but boxers and dress tie wrapped around his head like a headband that he had gotten god-knows-where. You, were wearing slightly less. As in, you were wearing nothing.

“I wanna show off my beautiful girlfriend!” Vince laughed as person outside knocked louder.

You climbed onto his back, piggy-back style, and together you went to answer the door, Vince in his underwear, and you still butt-ass-naked.

When Motley Crue’s manager, Doc McGhee, stood in the doorway saw you two, he just sighed.  “Sad thing is, that’s not even the worst thing I’ve seen in the last ten minutes,” he said as you planted kisses up and down Vince’s neck. Cocky boy still had your lipstick smeared on his jaw.

You groaned internally. Well, there went all of Doc’s respect for you. Oh well. You snuggled closer to Vinny, enjoying the feeling of security. He could keep you safe from big, bad, no-fun managers like Doc. You sighed, breathing in the moment, and the silence and the comfort. Rarely was it this quiet with Vince Neil around.

If only it could be like this forever. Just you and him and this hotel room. No shows, no interviews, no groupies… Just an endless stretch of morning bliss.

And that fucking sunlight. God, it was so bright.

You sighed, rubbing your eyes, head pounding. Well, someone had to shut those damn curtains, and it sure as hell wasn’t gonna be Vince’s lazy ass.

With a huff, you wiggled out from under Vince’s arm and disentangled yourself from his legs and the sheets. Or, you tried to anyway.

“No! I’m not letting you… It’s too early to get out of bed…” Vince’s voice was a low growl, tired and a little bit grumpy about being woken up.

“Vinny, babe,” you glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand, “its two in the afternoon.”

You pulled yourself out of bed, bracing against the cool air that Vince’s body heat had protected you from. Bare skin exposed to the air, you shivered as you walked over to the window.

“Y/N, it’s too cold, come back!” He groaned, pulling the covers closer.

Vince cracked an eye open just in time to see your body silhouetted by the golden sunlight before you pulled the curtains tightly shut.  

“You’re so beautiful…” he murmured as you slid back under the warm covers.

“Yeah, I probably look like a raccoon,” you whispered back, imagining the eyeliner and mascara that HAD to of smeared under your eyes.

Vince nodded sleepily. “The hottest damn raccoon in this whole fuckin’ town.”

You just shook your head and curled against him again, burying your face in his chest, breathing in the smell of him. His arms wrapped around you again, his hand on your lower back, thumb moving back and forth over the soft skin of your waistline. Basking in the rare silence, you felt Vince’s heart beating gently beneath where your head was resting.

“Y/N… I think you’re my soulmate,” he muttered, voice still heavy with sleep.

“And I think you’re still drunk,” you teased. Vince rarely got lovey-dovey. Hot and heavy was more his style.

“Just shuddup an’ let me talk!” He yawned, shifting so that his lips brushed the shell of your ear.. “D’y’know what the hardest part about having a soulmate is? It’s not… all the time spent… spent tryin’ to fill the loneliness with all these other people, just hoping one of them will be the right one. Its- its the love. I’m not Tommy, y’know? Not a romantic- I just like girls. I didn’t believe in that shit- that two people were, like, meant to be together forever. Its the love, Y/N. It’s too strong, you can’t fight it. When I first met you… I tried to fight it. I was a fucking idiot for even trying,” He yawned again, pulling you closer against him. You could feel the warm breath from his words against your ear. “I’ve tried to fight it… but I’m always gonna love you, Y/N. And I need you to know that.”

Your heart felt like it was going to explode, so naturally you had to ruin to moment. “...you’re clearly still high.”

“Yeah, highly in love with you.”

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