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love your slash stuff! can i request a scenario where slash confesses his love (a second time) to his ex while being drunk over phone? something like the song “whyd you only call me when youre high” by the arctic monkeys :3

thanks for the ask 💙 xoxo

Imagine:

Slash drunkenly calls you to profess his love a second time



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You hadn’t been keeping track of the clock, the TV noiselessly played in the background, a half empty cup of wine was held limply in your hand. You used to have a few wineglasses, key words: used to. They all got shattered after you, in a fury, practically destroyed your apartment after catching your ex-boyfriend in bed with the same bitch he told you not to worry about. So wine in a cup it was for you. It wasn’t even good wine. It was cheap and tasted like shit. It really reflected how you were feeling at the moment. Shitty.

Every little goddamn thing reminded you of him. You weren’t even together that long. But that didn’t change the fact about how you felt, it was a big factor that played into you destroying your apartment. The old landlord was pissed, repairs were expensive. Which… that explained the cheap wine. Couldn’t afford anything else.

Staring blankly at the wall, it was so easy to recall everything about him, what remained of him. His smell lingered- not really, but you did pick up smoking because of him. You didn’t think you were going to stop, not anytime soon at least. There was definitely at least three guitar picks laying around somewhere. Long, curly, black hairs would still pop up from time-to-time. The cat you two picked up off the street which he named “Angus” who had gone missing- two nights after the breakup. You’d searched endlessly for that cat, but to no avail. Angus’ food and water dish remained untouched. The deep, ugly, wrenching feel of betrayal that-

The phone rang.

One.

Twice.

You picked it up before the third.

“Hello?” If you were in a better state of mind, you would’ve realized it was 2:53am. And you would’ve known who was on the other end of the line. You would’ve ignored it.

“Hey… hey” The voice was all too familiar. You hadn’t heard it in weeks- the emotional turmoil it sent throughout your body was unbearable, “Hey… don’t hang up, please.”

Against your better judgement, you stay on the line, quiet. And you listen.

“I- I’ve jus’ been thinkin’ y’know..? Thinkin’ ‘bout us.” He was drunk, his words slurred together. To most anyone, it would have been difficult to understand- but not for you.

You still didn’t reply.

“We… we were- are… a good thing. It was dumb, I was dumb. Let- let’s jus’ put this all behind us babe…” The pet name fell short on you. You felt an ugly feeling begin to coil in the depths of your gut.

You still kept your silence.

“I jus’ just… we’re perfect together. I love you, babe. I love ya… so fuckin’ much. I love your eyes, your hair, your tits… fuck I love yer tits… but I love you.” He says it pleadingly. I love you. Does he mean it? It wouldn’t have been the first time he’s said it. And lied. You knew better, this Warner the first time he called. It wouldn’t be the last. This was the first time you answered.

Finally, you spoke back.

“Do you always do this..? Call me when you’re drunk off your balls?” You could feel that anger creeping up, “If you really cared, if you really do love me- you’d call me sober. No… no you wouldn’t even call! You’d show up to my doorstep like a real man!”

Slash was silent for a moment, “Wait- no… babe please. Fuck, shit- I do mean it. I do love you… babe-” He was desperate, clinging on to what he could.

“You’re goddamn pathetic, Saul Hudson. Fuck off and fuck you!” Before you slammed the phone back on the receiver, you heard a faint, “Wait- babe no! I will I p-” The line got chopped off as you put the phone down.

You leaned your head back, fuming. Looking at the cup of wine in your hand, you really debated about throwing it across the room. Ultimately, you decided to take the last of it in one big swallow.

You sat there for a few long minutes- maybe it was a couple hours, still staring at the wall, but with no thoughts this time.

You hear a meow outside your door.

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Imagine:

Soft, tender moments between you and Slash on a lazy morning

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Taglist: @being-worthy @tranquilitybasegrunge

A/N: a short drabble(ish) written for @being-worthy because who doesn’t want to give slash some tlc?

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You yawned and stretched awake, the late morning sun shining through the blinds. After the tour ended, it was just pure peace. No more running around, late nights, early morning. You and Slash could just kick back and relax. Being home with the cats and Slash’s collection of snakes made everything all the more comforting

You look over to Slash’s sleeping form and smile softly to yourself. He really was one of the sweetest guys you’d ever met- even if he had a bad habit of being downright raunchy. You carefully got up, crawling on top of Slash and leaning down to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

“Slash.” You whisper quietly to him, trying to get him up, “Slashy… Slash.”

You litter his face with a few more kisses, his eyebrows on furrow slightly at your attacks, “Slasher… Splish-Splash-Slash~” You coo a little louder, giggling to yourself at the silly variations of his name that you were making.

After a few more stray kisses and a bit of teasing, Slash’s eyes flutter open. It takes him a minute to realize his surroundings- to see you on top of him with an endearing look on your face.

“Mornin’ sleepy-Slash.” You tease, laying down to rest your head on his chest. He brings his arms up around your waist, he leaned his head just enough to place a kiss on top of your head.

“Mm yeah. Mornin’” He said, his voice gruff with sleep, “You ain’t sneaky y’know.” He mumbled, kissing your head again, “All your damn nicknames.”

You couldn’t help a little snicker at that, “Awh? You heard me?” You leaned up just enough to kiss his jawline, “Did you sleep good?”

“Good as ever- cause you’re right next to me.” He responded with the cheesiest grin. You had to roll your eyes, deciding to shut his mouth with another smooch.

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Yes, I will write for Ace Frehley

can you make a masterlist 😓🫶🏻

I do only have two posted works at the moment, but I can work on making one

EDIT: Current Masterlist is up, I will make adjustments as needed in the future

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