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After a bad night out and some nightmares, Slash plays the part as your defender

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This night had to have been one of your worst yet. You’d got hoping for a relaxing evening with Slash. Get a couple drinks and all that, a bit of a date night. But then guys kept approaching you, making all too suggestive comments, trying to sneak touches. It only served to make you more and more uncomfortable and Slash more pissed off. You tried to tell him that it was okay, but he could see right through that.

After a while, it got Slash riled up enough that he punched the guy, square in the nose. The result of that was the two of you getting escorted out of the building. Slash was rather proud of himself- and still seething because of the sheer audacity of those men- who you were just happy it was over.

The walk home was uneventful, Slash wrapped his arm around your waist, “Y’ alright babe?” He asked, concern evident in his tone of voice. You gave a half shrug in return.

“Yeah… I’ll be fine.” Slash knew you were lying, but he decided not to push. He only held you tighter and would occasionally press a kiss to the side of your head.

Once you were back at home, Slash was treating you with the utmost kindness. He put on one of your favorite movies while going to the kitchen to get the two of you some snacks. While waiting, one of your cats came up and jumped on your lap. Absentmindedly, you scratched behind her ears as you waited on your boyfriend.

Slash came back to the living room holding two bowls of ice cream, fixed with all your favorite toppings. You couldn’t help the big grin that fell upon your face as you gladly took the bowl. As the movie went on, you found yourself getting sleepier and sleepier. Eventually you fell asleep on the couch.

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Next thing you know you’re waking up in a cold sweat. Your heart is thudding and for a moment you don’t know where you are as the memories of your terrible nightmare keep running through your mind. You’re sitting there on the couch, frozen in fear. It’s dark, you can’t see anything, and you’re terrified.

With the ferocity that you shot up, it also woke up Slash who had dozed off next to you, not wanted to go to bed without you. It took him a moment before he saw you, sitting up and breathing hard- a terrified look on your face. He immediately felt worried as he took in your expression.

“Baby? What’s wrong, honey what happened?” He asked softly, leaning in to you. You only shook your head and sniffled, trying to hold back tears. Slash understood what was going on.

“Nightmare?” Your nod conformed his suspicions. Slash wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his warm embrace as you tried your hardest not to break into sobs. He didn’t say anything, only rubbing soothing circles onto your back and playing with the ends of your hair.

Eventually you calmed down, but you were still shaken up. Slash’s warmth comforting you. After a long handful of minutes, he spoke up again.

“Wanna go to bed?” You gave a stiff nod, not really wanting to leave him, “We can grab the cats, and all the blankets… make like a lil’ cuddle pile?”

That brought a smile to your face, it sounded silly, “Yeah… I’d like that.”

And there the two of you wound up, cuddled up in bed with all of your cats- busy making biscuits in the fluffier blankets. You felt safe and protected, as silly as it seemed. With your boyfriend and your cats, you were able to easily fall back asleep, nightmare free.

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After being asked to open for the KISS reunion tour, (reader) begins to date the controversial Ace Frehley

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To say that you were excited was the understatement of the century. The fact that you were opening for your all time favorite band, KISS, rocked your world- no pun intended. You’d always had a crush on Ace Frehley- even when the public opinion on him seemed to chance constantly.

Over the duration of you opening for KISS- as well as getting increasingly closer with Ace- you were finally asked out on a date. By one of the roadies. You hadn’t had anything better to do, so you accepted. You weren’t particularly excited for the date, Alex wasn’t really anyone significant to you. At all. There was someone else that you’d much rather it be.

Sitting at your vanity, putting on your “overwhelming” eyeshadow, the phone rang. Curiosity took over as you weren’t expecting a call from anyone. Especially on a rare Saturday night that you had off. Pushing away from your makeup, you pick up the phone.

“Hello? This is (name).” You responded politely- even if you were pretty sure that it was a telemarketer.

“Oh good! I’d hope so- I’ve been meaning to catch you.” An all too familiar voice responded , your heart skipped a beat at hearing Ace’s voice. What was he doing calling you of all people?

“Ace- what?” You responded, utterly confused, and feeling anticipation pooling in your gut.

“Yeah, yeah. This is probably a bit unexpected, yeah? Anyways…” Ace trailed off, “We’ve been really gettin’ to know each other as of late. I was wondering if you wanted me to stop by the hotel and pick you up. A date or something.”

A huge grin spread across your fence and you nodded, knowing that Ace couldn’t see, “Huh? I mean- yeah! Totally! For sure! Uhm…” You flushed, feeling a bit silly, “That’d be nice. I’d really like a… a date.”

“Alright baby!” Ace said enthusiastically, “I’ll be there to pick ya up… whenever I get there. See ya soon sweetheart.” You heard the phone hit the receiver. You were in a daze, dropping the phone to the floor as butterflies fluttered around in your stomach. Absolute glee took over your whole mood. Alex was a long, long forgotten thought. And of course all his calls didn’t go through as the phone wasn’t on the receiver.

You were quick to finish getting ready, grabbing your purse and descending down the elevator. Like some fantasy, Ace’s car pulled up just as you left the elevator. You tried to hide your excitement as you walked outside, Ace running out of the car to open the passenger door for you.

“After you, m’lady.” He said with a wink as you got in. The whole evening was a dream to you. Ace was hilarious, making you laugh at every whim and turn. He remembered all the favorite foods that you brought up- taking you to your favorite restaurants, making sure you didn’t miss out on anything.

The next thing you knew, Alex was avoiding you and Ace asked you to be his girlfriend. You gladly accepted, even against the advisory or your management team and the judgement of others. You loved Ace and nothing was getting In between that.

The media was ruthless with their attacks on your relationship, the age gap was the main factor. You were critiqued but you didn’t care. You had Ace, you loved Ace, and Ace loved you. That was all that mattered- especially when flipping off nosy reporters.

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You and Izzy sit on the balcony, smoking cigs and observing the stars

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You’ve had your fair share of life. Maybe you’d pushed through more than you had to. Endured more than most. Exhaling a puff of smoke, you sighed, leaning your head back against the exterior of the apartment you were just barely able to afford. The sky was clear tonight- at least as clear as it could be considering that you lived in Los Angeles. The stars were faint, but still just faintly glowing in the sky. Like little dots. Just two twinkling away.

You ash your cigarette on the molding boards which make up your porch. How many cigarettes had you and gone through at this point? You’d last track long ago, when the sun was still up, not that you were exactly keeping track. Izzy was your… well Izzy. Maybe that’s what it is- just plain and simple. You were you and Izzy was Izzy. Izzy who crashed on your couch far too many times, Izzy who was a little to lax when you could make payments, Izzy who spoke more with his eyes than words. Just plain ol’ Izzy.

That was more than enough for you.

At your rock bottom, Izzy picked you back up on your feet. Be it that he was aware or not. He helped you in more ways than one, physically and mentally. Were you exactly one hundred percent in either aspect? No. But things felt a little more possible. You turned your head just enough to watch Izzy- who was standing right next to where you sat. He seemed to paying attention to everything and nothing.

“Don’t you…” you paused, taking another drag of the cigarette. It almost seemed like Izzy didn’t even hear you, but you knew he did. He always did. You exhaled and continued, “Don’t you ever think about how insignificant we really are? I mean… look at all those stars. They’re… they’re goddamn massive compared to us. And yet here I am, worrying about the utility bill.” Then silence again. Izzy didn’t respond, not that you were really expecting him to.

The silence went on for a few minutes.

Izzy spoke up and you almost jumped, almost, “I think you’ve got a one-sided perspective on all this. You think we’re all that insignificant to the stars, but they’re just as insignificant as us.”

He pointed out and up towards the sky, “That star right there, what difference would it make to us if it just wasn’t there? Disappeared or something, I don’t give a fuck.” He dropped his cigarette and out it out with the heel of his boot, hands automatically going to his pants pockets.

You didn’t responds, you didn’t exactly have a counter argument… you also wanted to hear Izzy keep on talking. For being a drug-addled rockstar, he was far more insightful than most.

“It wouldn’t make a lack of difference. To us, we’re seein’ the same damn starry sky.” He turned to look at you, his hazel eyes staring right into yours, “Guess it’d be different if you only focused on that star, yeah?”

You swallowed and gave a half nod, “Yeah.”

“Then I’d guess you’d noticed it missing.” He said with a shrug, but you knew the implication. That all the stars reflected all the people in the world. That the one star which, in theory, disappeared was you. And Izzy was the silent observer, watching the sky.

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