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request by @being-worthy 💙

Short Fic:

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.

slash with a very affectionate reader? hcs or a short fic, whatever you want :3

Thanks very much for the ask dear 💙

Imagine:

After coming home from a long, stressful tour to his girlfriend who had more than enough love to give

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To say the very least, Slash had a pretty shitty time. The tour went shitty, his bandmates were shitty, he felt shitty. Everything was shitty shitty shitty. He wanted nothing more than to be back home. Away from all the chaos, late nights, the surplus of drugs and alcohol being thrown his way. He was pretty much done with most everything at that point. His flight being delayed was the cherry on-fucking-top.

Usually Slash liked to be on the road, traveling from place to place. He liked to go with the flow, wherever it’d take him. He hated it anymore. It felt more like a chore than anything. Stepping back foot in LA felt like a weight that had been lifted off his shoulders. Finally, fucking finally, it was over. That was until he’d be back in the studio, but for now…? Bliss.

Home couldn’t come fast enough. Slash all but ran up to the door, digging in his bag for the house keys he somehow (thankfully) didn’t lose. He had expected the house to be dark and quiet, it was late. Instead he was greeted with the dim kitchen light and the smell of food- which made him realize how hungry he’d been.

The door clicked softly behind him as he dropped his luggage, a bit ungracefully, and wandered further into the apartment. And there he saw you, sitting on the counter with the biggest smile ever and two plates of some hot food.

“Hi babe! Welcome home!” You said, hopping off the counter and giving Slash a big hug, “I missed you so much! And so did that cats, they know who gives the extra treats…” You gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

Slash was surprised, he had anticipated that he’d be finding you in bed, fast asleep, especially considering the hour. He returned your hug, breathing in the smell of your shampoo. He was so beyond happy to see his favorite person.

“Hey honey…” He greeted back, “You’re up really late. You didn’t need to stay up for me, y’know.” In actuality, he couldn’t have been more happy with this outcome.

“Ohh don’t be silly!” You stuck your tongue out at him teasingly, grabbing his hand and leading him to the table, “I uhm… well I made supper! Or is it early breakfast now..? Regardless-” Slash cut your little ramble off with a kiss.

“It looks delicious, but… how’d you know I’d be home by this time? My flight kept getting delayed.” Slash asked, puzzled at the steaming hot food in front of him.

“It’s just my intuition.” You bluffed, giving him another kiss, “Just kidding- this was my third attempt at making this so… that’s why.”

He couldn’t help but snort out a laugh, he wrapped his arms around you and spun you around, “Fuck, I love you. You’re so perfect, you know that?” He loved you so much. You were the only person out there who could’ve turned his shitty, shitty attitude around just like that.

“Aww… aren’t you the sweetest ever?!” You wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing his face all over. His lips, cheeks, nose, corners of his eyes. You made sure every bit of him got some love, “but I think you should keep declarations like that to yourself until after you’ve tried my meal.” You said with a wink. After all, you were a very mediocre cook.

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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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slash x f!reader where slash teases reader in a bus they travel with the band in. like they share a bunk bed and he wakes up, deciding to kiss her cheek, down to her jaw and maybe suck on her neck?? just slash being clingy all morning

Imagine:

Slash wakes up early, for once, and showers (reader) with some morning kisses

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Slash groaned as his eyes squinted open to the early morning sun. It was way too early. He was going to flip over and tug the covers over his head of capture a few more well needed hours of sleep until he recalled who exactly he was sharing this tiny ass bunk with. You. Slash just sighed, he really didn’t feel like crushing you in your sleep and receiving your wrath in return.

He tired to fall back asleep, but he simply just couldn’t with the combination of bumpy bus ride and the bright sun. Groaning, he turned his head only to be face-to-face with you. He took in the sight, your expression was peaceful. Slash frowned, a bit jealous, at least someone was getting a good night’s sleep.

However, he couldn’t help but crack a grin, you were always so uptight- worrying about one thing or the other. And now? Calm, peaceful bliss… Slash couldn’t help himself from closing the distance between yourselves. His lips pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. Seeing as you didn’t react, he decided to keep going, littering your sleepy face in his affections.

It amused him to a degree, not that he didn’t like like to give you some early morning smooches as well. You had a long weekend, managing the band and whatnot. He figured you deserved some well deserved love. Slash started moving his kisses downward, from your cheeks and nose to your jaw.

He enjoyed watching your little reactions, the way your eyebrows furrowed when his stubble tickled your cheek or the way you’d softly sigh. Moving down further, his lips ghosted along your neck until he stopped, placing a wet kiss along your neck and beginning to suck a hickey.

That woke you up. Blearily, you looked around to see Slash’s mop of hair right next to you and an all to familiar sensation on your neck.

“Wha..?” She mumbled, sleepily pushing his head away. Slash looked up at you with the cheekiest grin on his face.

“Mornin’ ” He said, not at all ashamed at what he was doing, “How’d ya sleep?”

You groaned a bit, “Just fine… ‘til you woke me up… doin’ whatever.”

“Aww… did I ruin your precious sleep? I thought you’d appreciate a little looove…” He pouted, exaggerating.

“I never told you to stop” You said with a little shrug. Slash’s grin came back like clockwork.

He shifted, leaning up on his arm, “Is that..?”

You couldn’t help but grin a bit too- even if you were still exhausted, “Yes, it is. Ya damn goof. Now c’mere.”

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Imagine:

Slash comes home to you after a performance

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It was quite late in the night, you were still awake, sitting in bed with a magazine in your lap and the TV running in the background. Your cat was curled up around the foot of the bed, sleeping soundly. The sound of the lock on the door being fumbled with brought a smile to your face. Slash, your boyfriend, was finally back from a performance at the Troubadour.

He stumbled throughout the apartment, cursing at himself when he ran into the table and chairs. Something toppled over, not that he paid much heed to it. Slash peeked his head through the bedroom door. Seeing you sitting there had him all but throw himself into your embrace.

The smell of cigarette smoke and sweat cling to him as he nuzzled into your chest. A small smile graced your face as you pet his snarly mess off curls.

“Mm… Missed ya” he mumbled softly.

“Yeah, me too.” You responded, “but don’t you think you’re due for a shower, hm?”

Slash made a half-sleepy half-annoyed noise, “Noo… ‘M too tired. Plus- you like my smell.”

Just as you were thinking of a retort, you felt his body go lax on top of yours. He really was tired them. You couldn’t help the small laugh that left you as you took in the scene. Clicking off the lamp and wrapping your arms around Slash, returning his embrace, you knew you wouldn’t want Slash to be any other way than himself.

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