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aishnico · 4 months

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#𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃: 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦

» summary: the famous guitarist of guns n’ roses is not sure what he feels towards you

» word count: 3.2k (wOOOOO)

» warnings: cringey stuff (help 🙄🙄), alchohol, drugs, not cheating but you might take it personally (?) suggestive content, he’s a bitch until the last parts, fluff at the end (?), grammar issues (as always)

“so, what’s up with that girl in that music shop?” duff asked his curly-haired friend while drinking his vodka.

his friend yawned. “huh, who?”

“the girl in the music shop, you even invited her to our last concert. izzy said he saw you two on outside.”

he blinked a few times. then realization hit him. “ooh, you’re talking about miss fortune,” he then started to laugh like an idiot. “be ready to hear what will come.”

he didn't care about you, at first. he just thought you were a cute girl who was in charge of one of his favorite music stores when sometimes the owner, your dad, wasn't around. you would look at him impressed and with adoration whenever he played one of the greatest guitar solos. your reaction would cause him to chuckle and boost his ego.

you wondered since when he was playing and how many hours he was practicing a day. of course, your mouth was wide open when you heard the answer. you acted like you weren't believing him, but deep down, you knew it was mostly true.

after some time, he asked you to attend one of his band's shows to see more of his guitar capabilities. and it's not like a famous rock star asks you this every day. so you accepted his offer.

the show was crazy; his bandmates were also crazy and flirtatious as fuck, but they killed the show. you were looking for him after the show. then saw his friends taking drugs while a couple of half-naked chicks were sitting by their sides. you assumed he was going to join them, but you saw him outside trying to light his cigarette. but you grabbed it from his hands with a sly smile. he furrowed his eyebrows.

"c'mon, girl, give it back."

"there are better things to do than this. what are you doing here?"

"just went for some fresh air. the atmosphere inside is making my head hurt today. guess i'm not in the mood."

"this," you pointed his lighter. "doesn't make fresh air. also, won't this make your head hurt more?"

he rolled his eyes at you. "and what are you suggesting?"

that was the first moment when he thought you were, strange. more strange and different than the girls he has ever met. he never thought you would bring him to a chinese tea shop. and he wasn't expecting you to pay for both of you. he had never tried this type of tea before. hell, when was the last time he even drank tea?

the waiters even offered both of you fortune cookies. he thought they were nothing but bullshit. who would even believe in them? of course, you would.

"how can you even believe in these?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows at the cookie.

"well, i don't know about you, but for me, most of them are true!"

"i've never eaten this before."

"come on! how about the fortune cards? have you tried them before?"

"no. like i said, they are all bullshit." he said with a strict tone.

"at least eat the cookie."

he did as you said and broke the cookie in half. he didn't even look at the mini-paper and wrinkled it. then saw your sad puppy eyes looking at him. he sighed and straightened the paper without showing it to you.

'the thing you might be looking for is nearer than you think.'

what does that even mean? he furrowed his eyebrows again. "what does it say?" you asked him excitedly, and he wrinkled the paper and put it in his pocket.

"you're no fun." you muttered.

"and you are the most hilarious person i've ever met. it's getting late. let's go."

"would you accompany me?" you asked with a teasing tone.

usually, when he would go on his 'dates', he would call a cab for them. he doesn't remember when he accompanied them on a walk or when he agreed to accompany you now.

he listened to your beliefs about those fortune things he found bullshit, how tea is better than coffee and country music is actually nice to listen to, which he disagrees with on both. you two didn't have any common things at all. but he found it amusing to argue about things about which you didn't have the same opinion as him.

you were now standing before your house. you smiled at him. "thank you for the company."

he shrugged. "i mean, you asked me to do it so..."

"yeah yeah, good night, saul." you planted a kiss on his cheek before entering your house. he stood there for a couple of seconds. then started to walk fast to the street to find a cab. he had already lost a lot of time.

"she then kissed my cheek, and she probably thinks we're dating or something." the guitarist laughed at his sentence with duff. he took another roll of cocaine.

"i think she did that because she wanted to tease you?" duff asked.

"tease me? man, i don't even have eyes on her. she's weird. not in a bad way, though."

"don't tease her himself. girls like her may think you're in love with her or something."

"trust me, she's like the last person to fall in love with."

that was what he has been telling himself since your little 'date'. he didn't bother to contact you, neither did you. he thought you were just acting indifferent.

he almost forgot you while he was on tour. every day traveling to another city, playing the same songs, meeting with new chicks, and sometimes making out with them...

it has been almost a month and a half since you saw each other. they were in los angeles again, working on a new album. one day, he received a phone call from the owner of his favorite music shop. the shopkeeper told him that there were new pedals and equipments for electric guitars at the shop. he got excited and went on his way to the shop.

he spent about an hour there, testing new guitars and equipments on them. however, he decided he didn't need them for now. he thanked the shopkeeper, and before leaving, he saw a familiar picture of a woman behind the cash point.

what he did not expect was that the woman in the picture, you, was the shopkeeper's daughter.

"haven't you met with my daughter yet? strange... i remember that she told me that a famous guitarist would come here often while i had something to do."

"i... don't remember her."

"hm, i don't think you can see her often here from now on. she's in college, so she doesn't have much time for her dad anymore, I guess." he coughed.

"what's her major?"

"english literature, i believe"

"cool... anyway, take care." the guitarist answered when he was about to leave the shop. before he could pull the door, somebody else pulled. you.

both his and your eyes wide open. you smiled at him sincerely. "what a pleasing surprise! we met again." you chuckled.

"oh? isn't that our little miss fortune?" he seemed to remember now.

"miss fortune? that's not the best way to describe me but okay. i'm in a hurry, but i'd like to meet you tonight at the tea shop where we went about a month ago. bye!" you rushed inside without saying anything else.

"hey! when should i come?"

your father grinned at him and the guitarist left the shop.

why did i say that..? the man thought to himself. i probably sounded desperate to see her or something. ugh...

he made his way towards the local bar where he and his bandmates would usually hang out. maybe he could kill some time before heading to the tea shop. he just wanted to lay on a couch for a while but couldn't say no to a pretty lady who wanted to share her bottle of jack daniels with him.

"waiting for someone, handsome?"

"i'm waiting for someone, actually."

"hm, unpunctual people are not up to good."

"actually, i don't know why am i waiting."

"are you waiting for a date?"

"i don't think it's a date, just a hangout."

"well, i don't think you should wait too long for a hangout. you have nothing to do better?"

"guess no"

"well, i think there is." the lady smirked at him before attacking his neck with kisses and bites. the man threw his head back and inhaled. he gave her more permission to attack. eventually, he got turned on, pulled her head off, and connected their lips before heading to the nearest toilet.

it was almost 9 p.m. and only now did he remember he needed to go after washing his face. his head was exploding. he still didn't know why he was heading there. he certainly did not have feelings for you. he didn't find you super attractive, and he didn't find a reason to hang out with you often.

were you friends? he also didn't think so. maybe you would complain about him to his father like a little girl, and then your father would forbid him to come to his shop? that thought was hilarious to him.

after about half an hour, he was standing before the tea shop. when he looked through the window, he saw no one there except a ginger employee. he then hesitated but entered inside.

"i'm sorry sir, but we're closing here after ten minutes." the ginger woman told him before going to the personal room to change her clothes.

he huffed at himself. it was just a waste of time for him. why did he even bother? he asked this question to himself for the nth time.

he made his way to the door but stopped once he heard a door opening sound from behind. he returned his face to the sound and saw you with a shocked expression, but it turned into a relaxing small smile.

"you came..."

"you called."

then your ginger friend got out of personal room and tapped your shoulder. "we're closing in ten minutes. make your last order, then close the shop, alright?"

you nodded. "good night!"

"good night!"

you both watched her leave, then looked at each other awkwardly. "i thought you wouldn't show up."

"i planned to come here earlier, but..."

"but..." you repeated after him and got closer to him. your happy face dropped off. you looked at his neck full of hickies. "guess mosquitoes nagged you." you gave him a small smile.

"oh, is that much visible? my friends will tease the shit out of me."

you didn't reply and made your way toward the cash point. "what can i make for you?"

he looked at the tea chart for a couple of seconds. "you know what? make the tea we both drank when we were here."

"i don't remember which we drank."

"then make your favorite. make two cups of them."

"oh? you seem pretty thirsty." you teased him.

"nah, that's for you. you treated me that time. now i want to repay."

you nodded. "oh, so that's why you came here. to repay me."

this thought never passed through his mind but he chose to lie. "yeah, pretty much." you didn't look up to him but nodded.

after a couple of minutes, you put two cups of tea on the tray and went to where he was sitting. you placed his tea in front of him. "thank you."

you sat next to him. admiring people from afar. a lady and her boyfriend were clinging to each other to get warm. an old lady was struggling with her walker and her son (or someone else) was trying to help her. three children running on pavements while laughing (why were they outside at this hour?)

but he could care less about the outside. he was admiring you. he was admiring how soft your expression was. how you looked cute when you're puffing the steam from tea. how slowly you're drinking it, but it is still hot, and you manage to burn the tip of your tongue a little bit. he chuckled at himself.

"what's funny?" you pouted at him.

"you. you're funny."

you rolled your eyes at him. "you're annoying, mind your business."

"what happened to your lovey-dovey attitude? i still remember that kiss." he teased you.

"ugh, don't remind me. i cringe every time i remember this. god knows what was i thinking... besides, i know that meant nothing to you."

"ooh, how do you know that?"

"because you would try to contact me, at least passing by that music shop. but you never did these for the past month. you just chased some mosquitoes, and they chase you back."

he laughed at this. "why do i feel like we're arguing like we're actually a couple?"

you didn't know how to reply, so you continued to sip your tea. you didn't talk until you finished your tea. you looked at his side and saw that his cup was full.

"you didn't even take a sip."

"i waited for it to be cold."

"trust me, it is now. but i have to close the shop. drink it or give it to me." you said while reaching your hand to him. but he quickly grabbed the cup and drank it all at once.

your mouth was wide open. you blinked a few times. "this is not some tequila okay?! you can't just one-shot it!"

"who says?" he replied while heading to the cash point. you followed him there and finished your cleaning and checking the last things before heading door with him.

after locking the door you looked at him. you thought he wanted to say something so you waited patiently.

"thank you." was all he said. you lowered your head, and smiled at yourself. "i shall thank you. for the free tea."

"i forgot to thank you at that time. and i thank you now for your kindness."

he would never thought these words would actually leave his mouth. like, he was a completely different person now.

"you're welcome, i hope you enjoyed your tea."

"trust me, i did."

"well, i'm glad." you looked at him now. after a brief moment of silence, you coughed. "i should get going. you should too. don't drink too much at this hour. huh, why would you listen to me?" you lowered your voice at the end but he heard it anyway.

"i already drank today. and i have no desire to drink again. not now, but surely tomorrow."

"alright, good night saul. take care."

you smiled again and started to walk on your way. "wait!" you heard him calling you so you stopped. he immediately came next to you.

"would you want me to company you?"

you chuckled at yourself. "i do not want to waste your time."

"trust me, you won't."

what was that again? what did he just say? he completely agreed that he was just someone else right now. but his stomach got hurt so much when you sincerely smiled again. it wasn't pain, it was something else. it feels like something quivers in his stomach and the breath from his lungs is leaving.

he feels exhilaration.

"are you okay? you're trembling," you asked him worriedly, caressing both of his arms.

he feels like he is about to explode.

"the weather- yes, the weather is... getting cold. we should get going."

"look, you don't have to come with me. my house isn't far from here anyway. you're shaking. just find a cab and head to your home. you won't be happy when you get sick and you have to be at the studio at that moment."

oh how sincere you were in your words and how caring you were towards him.

"i'm gonna be fine," he smirked and you both started to walk next to each other.

both of you didn't talk. although the silence wasn't disturbing. it was a comfortable one. million thoughts were flying inside his head right now. he was mainly thinking about your current situation. what you two were? what you were to him? was this feeling temporary? was this feeling gonna hunt him constantly? he didn't know.

the only thing he knew was that he had to find a reason to hang out with you again.

he wanted to know more about you. wanted to hear about your college life and lessons. want to know about your family and friends. wanted to know your favorite color, food, animal, movie, and more. he wanted to learn about you more.

"are you feeling warm yet?" you broke the long silence. but it seemed like he was in his deep thoughts.

"saul?" you called him. he then came back to reality and looked at you. "

"huh? excuse me, i was thinking about something."

"i asked if you're feeling warm yet."

"oh, yeah. pretty much."

"good."

a silence occurred between you once again. this time, he broke it. with saying something unexpected.

"although i would feel completely warm if you make me a soup."

you laughed hysterically. "i bet those chicks make hella delicious soups."

"nah, i don't think so. i want to try your meals someday."

he didn't care about it anymore. he didn't care anymore if he was being someone else. he liked it

"someday... someday seems cool."

"your behavior did really change. i would lie if i say i don't miss the old lovey-dovey miss fortune [name]."

"h-huh? don't call me miss fortune. i'm not interested in that stuff that much now. besides, unlike you, i love this saul."

"oh? you don't like my old me?"

"he was salty, but he was okay. i would still hang out with him."

he couldn't hide his smile but managed to hide his slightly flushed cheeks. even if he was being like this, or normal himself, you would still be next to him.

finally, you both were standing in front of your house. you inhaled and looked at him. "thank you for your accompany."

he just shrugged, couldn't find anything to say. so you cleaned your throat. "good night, saul. take care."

"you too, good night."

you smiled and before you pulled the door he called you by your name. you turned your head at him.

"no good night kisses?" he asked with a cheeky tone. you just rolled your eyes at him playfully. "don't tease me, boy, now go and get some sleep."

"woah woah woah woah- you know what it feels like to me? like i just skipped a big part of a romance novel." duff laid on the couch, almost going to sleep right there.

"i know it happened in one night but, i'm telling you. this time, wasn't like the first time. the first time i really wanted to walk away from there. but this time, i didn't want it to end."

"congratulations on your new hook-up then. just know, i'm gonna make it shorter by saying she's the last person to fall in love with."

"hey, mind your own business!"

"fine fine..." the bassist yawned loudly before slowly drifting off.

they didn't talk for a few minutes since saul was lost in his thoughts again. then something clicked in his mind.

there weren't two versions of him. there wasn't this cheeky and normal saul. there was only one. and that only one have…

he broke the silence.

"dude, i think i've fallen in love with her for real."

the bassist woke up and dropped his bottle of vodka to the floor. "you what?!"

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 2 months

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can you write a slash fic where reader is usually all sunshine and rainbows, but her facade begins to crack and he realizes just how bad her depression is so he comfort her and just helps her do the little things like basic hygiene? <3

A/n: Love this request, loved writing it, I don't know what you're going through right now but I hope you feel better soon, I can't really do anything as a stranger over the internet but I hope this can help you feel a little better lol <3

Warnings: Angst, depression, that's all I think it's just a lot of fluff, Slash and reader have a shower together but it's not sexual.

You tried your best not to let others know you were suffering, you didn’t want them to be burdened with your own struggles so you kept it quiet. Of course your bandmates knew you weren’t ok, they tried to help you when they could but they had their own things going on.

Last summer your band opened on a short tour for Guns N’ Roses, one of your personal favourite bands. While you were with them you got pretty close to their lead guitarist, Saul Hudson, though everyone just called him Slash. Even so, you enjoyed the nickname Sauly instead, it was cute and annoyed him so it was perfect.

When you got back from the tour you realised you didn’t actually live all too far from animal lover, this led to you visiting him whenever you felt. Slash didn’t mind one bit, you guys would just sit together in a comfortable silence and it was great. You’d watch movies together, you’d cook for his incompetent ass more than you’d like to admit. You two were happy with your little arrangement.

However, this was all just a distraction from what was going on within your band. You weren’t entirely sure what happened since it didn’t directly involve you but you knew your bandmates were arguing an awful lot. Everyone within and surrounding the band knew you guys were about to break up, it was inevitable at this point. You knew, your friends knew, Slash knew.

All of the fights, disagreements and nosy people wanting the freshest gossip was detrimental for your mental health and you stopped visiting Saul. It started out as coming by every day, then every other day, then once a week if you were lucky until you just stopped coming by all together. You hadn’t left your house in almost a month, you’d barely gotten off the couch even with the only exceptions being to go to the bathroom or get more snacks from the kitchen. Quite frankly, you were running out of food that hadn’t spoiled.

Your doorbell rang and waited for whoever it was to leave. Instead of letting them walk away your house was filled with the doorbell ringing repeatedly and loud banging on the door. You could’ve sworn your whole house was shaking.

When the noise persisted you got up, taking your blankets with you, and answered the door. Slash stood before you looking completely panicked. His eyes were wide and he sported a small pout. When he registered that you had opened the door and were now in front of him he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him.

“I thought you fucking died.” He mumbled, shoving his face into your hair and kissing the top of your head. He pulled away enough to look you up and down, taking in your deteriorating state. The bags under your eyes, your slowly hollowing cheeks. Matted hair and dry lips. You were a corpse. “Did you die?” He asked, tilting your head up to look at him.

You turned and walked back to your couch, flopping over and curling in on yourself. Slash watched as you did this, standing idly at your front door.

He walked in and closed the door behind him, now taking in the state of your house. It wasn’t a mess but you didn’t clean so everything was covered with a thick layer of dust. “Fucking Christ.” Slash muttered. He came over and crouched beside you on the couch. “Are you ok?” He asked, tucking a few wiry strands of your hair behind your ear.

“Go away.” You mumbled, hiding yourself further under your blankets.

“Fuck that, answer me, are you ok?” He repeated in a sterner tone. You didn’t respond. Saul took a deep breath and glanced around the room, thinking through his options. “Ok, um... ok, how about we start with a shower?” You shook your head. “It’s ok, I’ll be right there with you.” He gave you a moment before he stood up. “Come on, let’s go have a shower.” He waited another moment before he took you into his arms and pulled you up, holding you to keep you standing.

Slash walked you to your bathroom. He let you lean against the counter while he turned the water on, getting it to the right temperature. When he turned around you were curled up on the ground. He sat down with you and held you to his side. “You need to stand.” He said, his voice soft. “Please, can you stand for me?” He nuzzled his face against yours.

Again he waited a moment for you. Slash stood and walked out of the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a change of clothes for you. Something comfortable that you could wear out of the house. He set the stack of clothes on the counter and crouched in front of you. “I’ll get in with you, I’ll help you get cleaned up and stuff and then we can go out.” He explained to you how he wanted the day to go.

“I-I don’t want to.” You said, your voice no louder than a whisper. Slash rolled his eyes.

“Want to or not, you're doing it.” He took the blanket off of you with minimal effort, you didn’t have the energy to keep hold of it so it practically just slid off when he reached for it. Saul picked you up like a cat, holding you under your arms. “Lean on me, would you?” You did just that, lazily wrapping your arms around him and leaning on him, your head resting on his shoulder.

Slash helped you out of your clothes. You tried to help but not hard, part of you was still hoping that he would just give up on this and let you go back to your couch. He didn’t.

Once you were ready to get in the shower he stripped and got in. He held the curtain open, waiting for you to come in with him. “It’s just water.” He stated, looking up at the shower head. You stood there a moment longer before stepping in. Slash held you from behind for support.

You got used to the warm water hitting your skin. Slash started lathering you with soap, being careful around your more sensitive parts to make this more comfortable for you. When he started washing your hair he’d scratch your scalp and massage the shampoo and then conditioner into your hair. He made sure to be careful when washing it out of your hair, not wanting to get anything in your eyes.

“Are you ready to get out?” He asked, leaning down to your ear. You shook your head.

“A few more minutes.” Slash chuckled but happily stayed in the shower with you. Still holding you close he rocked you from side to side, kissing your cheek occasionally. You knew you had to get out of the shower eventually but you just wanted to stay here with him. “Thank you.” You mumbled, holding his hands as they rested on your stomach.

“It’s my job to take care of you.” He said.

“It’s not though, you didn’t have to come by.” You told him.

“Bullshit, you’re fucking mine and I take care of my things.”

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iloveslash123 · 3 months

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i can’t lose you

slash x f! reader ☾☾☾☾☾

tw- yelling, cussing, cheating

summary- you were at home, excited for slash to come home from his tour before finding out he cheated, now waiting for him to come home to confront him.

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She sat quietly in the living room, anxiously waiting for Slash to come home. Her leg bounced up and down as she stared blankly at the floor, lost in her thoughts. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. Slash had just returned from his tour, and she had been excited to see him. However, her excitement was dampened when she stumbled upon a magazine at the grocery store the other day. In it, she saw a picture of Slash kissing another girl. The image had been etched into her mind, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal. She tried to convince herself that he must have been drunk or that it was just a mistake, but deep down, she knew he had cheated on her. What did she expect? She had stayed home while he went on tour, and she couldn't help but wonder if he had been with other girls during his time away. She sat there, growing more impatient by the minute, fiddling with her fingers. Her attention snapped to the sound of the door unlocking, and she watched as Slash walked in with a smile on his face. Their eyes met, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of sadness and betrayal, yet there was still a glimmer of love in her eyes. She had always been in love with him, despite everything. The glossy look in her eyes caught Slash's attention, and he immediately noticed that something was wrong. "Hey, sweetie, what's the matter?" he asked, walking over to her with concern etched on his face. He looked down at her, his expression soft and clueless, completely unaware of what had transpired in her mind.

"Don't call me that," she objected, barely audible. She averted his gaze, breaking their eye contact as she glanced at the floor. She felt his gentle touch under her chin, delicately guiding her face upward. "What happened?" he asked softly. His beautiful dark brown eyes met hers before he leaned in and planted a tender kiss on her lips. In that moment, she couldn't resist melting into his embrace. The hell was she doing?, he had kissed another girl. She reminded herself, she pulled away, looking at the floor before back up at him "I know what you did," she stated, her voice devoid of emotion and tinged with sadness and anger. His eyebrows furrowed, and he asked, his voice cracking slightly as he cleared his throat, "What did I do?" Annoyed, she stormed into the kitchen, grabbed the magazine, and threw it into his hands. Confused, he furrowed his brows as he glanced down at the magazine. The cover depicted a photo of him, Slash, kissing another girl. Beside the picture, there was bold text that read, Slash caught with actress Renee Suran leaving his hotel after a Guns N' Roses concert.

His eyes scanned over the paper, a mix of emotions reflected in their depths. As they softened, regret and sorrow washed over him, a silent admission of his wrongdoing. He never anticipated that she would discover his betrayal. "I- I was drunk," he stammered, his voice trembling with the weight of his lie. Her eyes met his, a poignant sadness and a hint of skepticism shining in their depths. She knew he was lying, evident in the rapid, nervous movements of his eyes and the way he anxiously tugged at his curls. "Stop lying, Slash," she said, her voice laced with annoyance and yet tinged with a profound sadness. "I-I'm not lying!" he exclaimed, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to defend himself. He looked up at her, his gaze filled with frustration and confusion. "I was drunk. And you're acting as if I would actually cheat on you?" His voice grew louder, a tinge of irritation seeping through.

"Why are you getting mad? I should be the one who's mad, Slash. You fucking cheated on me," she said, her voice a blend of anger and heartbreak. Her glossy eyes stared up at him, overflowing with a mixture of sadness and fury. "Because you're accusing me of cheating! I was drunk, for God's sake! What more do you want to hear?" he retorted, his anger escalating. She scoffed softly, her voice laced with bitterness. "I don't know, maybe an apology for betraying your fucking girlfriend of over a year?" she yelled, tears streaming down her face. The pain in her eyes was palpable, a testament to the depth of her hurt. "I'm sorry! I'm fucking sorry, okay? I'm sorry I was drunk and lost control of my actions!" he shouted back, his voice filled with volume and annoyance, but void of any genuine remorse.

Tears cascaded down her cheeks like a torrential rain, as she let out a soft, feeble huff. She hastily wiped her face, attempting to remove any trace of her sorrow. "You act as if you don’t regret," she said, her voice tinged with a clear annoyance that cut through the heavy silence. Her eyes, usually soft and full of life, now bore a glossy sheen of sadness, as they glared up into his with a mixture of anger and despair.

He groaned in frustration, rubbing his face as if trying to erase the reality of their situation. "Jesus Christ," he murmured under his breath, the words barely more than a whisper. "What else do you want to hear from me?" he yelled, his voice echoing angrily in the confined space. He stepped closer, his tall, imposing figure towering over her smaller one. His proximity did nothing but amplify the tension between them.

Her eyes, filled with hurt and confusion, met his defiant stare. "Perhaps a sincere apology? For cheating on your fucking girlfriend," she responded, the words heavy with both anger and a palpable sadness. He scoffed quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. Deep down, he knew she had a point, and she was right. However, his pride prevented him from admitting it. He couldn't understand why he cheated. He just missed the sensation of her touch while he was gone, and thought maybe someone could help. "I'm sorry, okay?" he muttered, the sincerity in his voice buried beneath layers of frustration. It made his apology seem insincere, even though he truly meant it. Her gaze softened, and she let out a quiet sigh, burying her face in her hands as if hoping to hide from the world.

He glanced down at her, his harsh gaze softening ever so slightly. She looked back up at him, her eyes still filled with hurt and anger. "You know, I should've known better than to get involved with you," she confessed, her voice filled with pain and frustration. She was annoyed at him, but more so at herself for thinking that they could have had a future together. His gaze softened even more, as the reality of what he had done came crashing down on him, washing over him like a wave and leaving him drenched in regret.

“You don’t mean that.” He whispered, his voice barely audible, as if he was trying to convince himself more than her that she didn’t mean the words she’d just spoken. His eyes were soft now. They were boring into hers, as if trying to see into her very soul, as tears streamed unbidden down her cheeks. His hand, rough from years of hard work, reached out to gently touch her cheek. There was a time when she would have given anything to feel his touch, to melt under his gentle caress. He always had that effect on her. But things were different now. With a sense of finality, she shrugged his hand off gently. “I do.” She said. Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as she looked up at him, her eyes full of sorrow and regret. She shook her head gently, a silent plea for understanding, as she looked down, refusing to meet his gaze. She turned, walking away from him as she grabbed her jacket. With trembling hands, she pulled it on over her shoulders, a feeble attempt to shield herself from the cold reality of what was happening. Wiping her eyes as she sniffled softly, she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move. His gaze was soft and gentle now, filled with the knowledge that he had messed up. As she grabbed her keys, she could hear his footsteps behind her. She opened the door to leave, but he stopped her. His hand closed around her wrist, turning her around to face him. His hand was gentle on her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Please.” he whispered, his voice barely a whisper, sad and quiet. “I can’t lose you.” he said, his voice echoing the sadness in his eyes. Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss on her cheek, a desperate attempt to hold on to something that was already lost. She shook her head, looking up at him one last time. “You already did.” she said, her voice filled with a sorrow that mirrored his own. With that, she turned and walked out the door, leaving him behind.

#guns n roses #classic rock #rock n roll #slash #axl rose #duff mckagan #rock music #izzy stradlin #steven adler #saul hudson #angst #sadgirl #rockstar girlfriend #slash gnr #metal #rock

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vinyldreamsfuckup · 3 days

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I hate everybody (but you)

Warnings: smut, arguing, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), sub slash?, angst, squirting

If I missed anything let me know

Slash was really good at getting caught up in his own head. So when he told you he didn’t know if he was ready to be committed to you while out on tour with Guns and Aerosmith, it wasn’t surprising that he regretted it the next day. He woke up hungover and mad at himself.

When you woke up to a knock on your door you figured it would be the curly haired guitar player but you almost wished it wasn’t. Sure enough, Slash was standing there holding your favorite flowers and gently rocking on his feet when you opened the door. He was wearing his leather pants and a slightly see through red and black button up, which only half the buttons were actually done. He had his glasses hung on his necklaces and rings covering his fingers which tightly gripped the roses and chrysanthemums. He looked at you with a smile.

“Good morning,” he said with a bright smile. You crossed your arms across your chest. Your Aerosmith t-shirt covered your whole body.

“What are you doing?” You asked slightly annoyed. Not even 12 hours ago he was telling you he couldn’t commit to you and now he was standing in front of you. At least he brought flowers.

“Can I come in?” He asked, you could hear some nervousness in his voice. He fiddled gently with the stems of the flowers.

You sighed slightly, “Is that necessary?”

“Y/n, please. Just let me try to explain,” Slash responded. He brought a hand to the back of his head and scratched it slightly. You stepped back and gestured for him to come in. He took a step into the familiar apartment. You closed the door behind him and walked into the kitchen.

"Well start explaining then," You gently sighed as you began to make a pot of coffee. Slash stood there still holding the flowers. He gently cleared his throat.

"I'm an idiot," Slash started. I let out a laugh and looked at him. My back leaned against the counter, "I got all in my fucking head again and I just got all fucking jumbled. It doesn’t matter why what matters is it wasn’t true and I love you.”

“So you’re not going to go fuck every girl you see?” You said, harshness still lacing your voice. Slash took a step toward you.

“I don’t want anyone else but you,” Slash whispered down at you.

You scoffed, “Oh come on. How am I supposed to believe that?”

“At least take the flowers,” Slash whispered handing the flowers toward you. You reached your hand out and grabbed them and sniffed them, “I don’t care about any other women. I only care about you. I got in my head because I was worried you’d find someone better while you’re here and I’m gone.”

You looked up at him, “Better?”

Slash nodded, “Someone who could be here with you. Someone who could worship you every single day. I don’t know…someone who wasn’t gone half the fucking time.”

“Slash, I don’t want someone “better.” There is no one better,” You said setting the flowers on the counter behind you. Slash took a deep breath and set his hands on the counter trapping you between his arms.

“Let me make it up to you,” Slash whispered in your ear.

“You’ll have a lot of making up to do,” You said softly.

“Let me try,” Slash whispered and pressed a kiss to your neck. You grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down onto his knees. Slash looked up at you and smirked slightly. You draped your leg on his shoulder.

“Take my underwear off,” you whispered. Slash’s fingers ran up your leg softly before hooking around the lace waistband of your underwear. He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh as he gently started to pull the underwear down. He pulled your leg off his shoulder and let the black lace underwear fall to the floor. You hooked your leg back around his shoulder and pulled him closer to you.

“Let’s see just how much you really want to make up for what you did,” You whispered and he sighed softly before pressing another kiss to your thigh.

He slowly kissed further and further up before licking between your folds. A loud moan escaped your lips and your head fell back. He smiled against you and sped up his movements licking against your clit quickly before dipping his tongue into you.

“Oh my god…” You breathed out which caused him to speed up. He brought his fingers to you and licked against your clit. He groaned against you as he moved. Your leg hooked around his neck as your groaned.

“Slash…yes…” You moaned out. He increased his pace as he pushed his fingers into you and licked you like he was starved.

“That’s it, baby,” He mumbled as your body started to shake. Your hands tangled into his curls and he smiled. Your hips bucked against Slash’s face.

“Come on, baby. That’s it,” He mumbled and then gently sucked your clit.

“Slash…im close…” You breathed out. He increased the speed of his fingers until you squirted out onto his face. He gently licked through your folds as you came down.

“So pretty,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, “So fucking pretty.”

You tried to catch your breath and pulled your leg down. Slash stood up and gently wiped you away from his face.

“Am I forgiven yet?” Slash asked leaning forward. You chuckled.

“Mmm…not yet. I think you still have more to do,” You said unconvincingly. Slash chuckled and picked you up.

“I love you,” he whispered as he walked toward your bedroom.

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

#slash gnr #guns n roses #gnr smut #gnr x reader #gnr fanfiction #slash fanfiction #smut #guns n roses fanfic #slash guns n roses #angst #slash smut #guns n roses smut #slash fluff #guns n roses fluff #imagine #saul hudson

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eddiiiieeee · 1 year

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My Angel ☆

Slash x reader

warnings: a bit of angst at the start, just fluff, mentions of alcohol and drugs, etc.

summary: y/n and Saul get into a fight about his addiction, and saul finds a letter y/n had written about him.

authors note: listen to September - sparky deathcap, because it fit 💀 part 2!!

"Oh go fuck yourself, saul!" she yelled out as tears streamed down her face, staring back at the man she loves. she hid her face in her hands as Saul let realization hit him, he failed her again, he relapsed after promising to stay clean for the third time in their five years together. he called her names, trashed the house, told her he wished he never loved her, that he despised her. all because she had flushed his stash down the toilet, those words were the first thing she said since he started his tantrum. her sobs now filling the apartment "s-shit baby" he mumbled as he walked towards her his hands reaching up to hold her arms "don't touch me" she said flinching away from him almost instantly she finally looked up at him, with a look he couldn't even describe. y/n grabbed her car keys and purse, quickly rushing out of the apartment, leaving saul alone with his mess. she left. his brain was too drugged to comprehend going after her, he didn't know what to do, he was lucky he was even still standing with the number of drugs he's consumed. Saul rushed over to the phone connected to the wall, dialling Stevens number as he waited, till he heard a voice "steven adler speaking!" "adler, I fucking- y/n, she left and... shes gone" saul sobbed into the phone, leaving his friend very confused as Steven looked over at duff who'd been over at his house "hold on, me and duff are on our way okay?" saul nodded, letting the other hang up as he fell against the wall. he looked around the trashed apartment and noticed underneath a pile of glass, was a book. y/ns handwriting on the front of it. it was her journal, the one she always wrote in. he moved over to grab it, his fingers moving over the old leather cover of the book. he opened the book and let whatever page open, his eyes read over the words, letting himself remember how he loved her handwriting, she always said it looked like a little kid's handwriting, almost unreadable but he always read whatever she would write. he noticed the date that was written 22/9/1987. the day guns n roses performed at the ritz in new york. how can he look so pretty, so angelic without even trying, my saul, a complete angel. gosh how I love him, how I adore him, I've loved and adored him since we first met before all this, before guns n roses, back in 84. I don't regret going to Madam Wong's in East Hollywood, I remember how adorable he looked, his hair was less wild then. I remember the funky clothes he wore that night, god how I remember what I felt when he looked at me. I felt like a little girl whose crush held her hand for the first time during recess. I remember how he stumbled over his words when he came up to me afterwards, I remember how gentle his touch was, how he asked to kiss me underneath a faulty street light in California's weather, I remember every date and moment that happened after. I know saul isn't clean anymore, it hurts me knowing he could slip through my fingers at any given moment, he doesn't remember how I held him a few nights back, I could hear his breathing vividly, and I could see how the colour and life was sucked out of him, he looked almost ghost-like. he doesn't know that's why I haven't slept well in the past few nights, how could I? how could I rest knowing my angel might vanish. how I hate when he does it, but then again, how I love him. my beautiful beautiful boy, I gifted him that song and told him it described him very well. a very beautiful boy. I've dreamt of love this good, and I've got it, saul hudson will forever be the man I love. if we're together or broken up, far or close, in love or fighting, he will always be that angel that sits in my heart, strumming his guitar without a care in the world, singing my favourite songs to me, letting me run my fingers through his untamed curls. I wonder if we ever have kids and if they'll take after him, I hope they do, how I would love little version of him, with his beautiful brown eyes, gorgeous black curls, beautiful facial features, warm coloured skin.

how I love him, my sweet beautiful boy, my guardian angel. y/n l/n ♥ Saul hadn't noticed how hard he began sobbing, this was how much she loved him. and yet all he did was tell her he didn't love her at all. he pulled the leather-covered book to his chest and pull his knees to his chest. not realizing that the door had opened and revealed the mess of an apartment to his two friends. Steven's eyes quickly made their way to Saul, who was surrounded by broken glass, and wood. Duff looked around, getting an idea of what just might have gone down. they both rushed over to Slash, glass breaking underneath their steps "Hey man" Steven said as he crouched down to Slash's level "we need you to calm down alright? so you can tell us what happened and where y/n is" the smaller blonde explained as Duff rubbed Sauls back

"get him some water, Adler" Duff said as Steven rushed to do so. it didn't take Steven long before he made his way back to them handing Saul the glass, who chugged it down rather quickly. "could you now tell us what happened?" Duff asked, Saul, keeping his gaze straight ahead "she found out I relapsed.she flushed all my shit down the drain, and I got mad at her. I yelled, I threw things, broke some more, i-i told her I didn't love her... that I would never forgive her for what she did, fuck man- I told her I hated her, despised her even" he mumbled letting out a sob towards the end "and she told me to go fuck myself, and when I tried to touch her, she moved away and told me to not touch her, and then she... she left without another word. I need her, I really really love her and I fucked up" he mumbled tears rolling down his cheeks, not caring that this had to be the first time he'd cried around the guys.

Steven squeezed his shoulder before sighing "let's get you to bed, and then I'll clean up here and Duff can go look for y/n/n, okay?" Steven told his friend before he and Duff had helped Slash up and to his bed, the one he and y/n got up from not long ago. the minute Saul's head touched the pillow, he was out. Duff noticed y/n's journal in Saul's grip, he took it and placed it on the bedside table before leaving the room and closing the door behind him, Steven grabbed a garbage bag and began cleaning up the glass "you knew. you knew he was doing drugs again and didn't say a word to her." Steven told Duff looking at him "I know, I already feel like an asshole" the man said as he sat down on the couch ..... part 2 will be up soon, I promise!! thoughts?

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gnrbitch · 1 year

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Old Friends

SlashxY/n

Warnings: mentions overdosing, profanity

Angst!!!

Includes flashbacks

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1990

“NURSE!” Dr. Noel called to the girl, who was already rushing to his side. “Get me the narcan” He said as Y/n slammed it into his hand, looking at the doctor slam the needle into his body, he told Y/n to forcefully push down on his stomach, watching his heart rate start up again on the machine, they sighed in relief. Then…

The man on the table sat up as he puked all over his clothes. Y/n quickly grabbed one of the bowls and put it in front of him. “I’ll go get him a gown” Y/n said as she left the room. Walking away, she caught Dr. Noel tell the man “Good to have you back Mr….”

As Y/n walked back to the ER with the gown in her had, she stumbled upon Dr. Noel, “Y/n” he said, “We moved him to room 505, I want you to run an IV on him and keep this low profile, the guys famous” He said as she shook her head, working in a hospital in LA, she certainly has seen some big names come through that door.

“Hello?” She said as she walked into the man’s room, seeing him lay there in his puked covered clothes “I bought you something you can change into” she said handing the man his gown, “I’ll be back to start you on an IV Mr… Hudson” She said as she read the name Saul Hudson on his chart, quickly snapping her eyes back at him…

*****

1986

“Don’t you think it’s a bit hypocritical for a nurse to be smoking a cigarette” Slash said coming out of their bedroom, rubbing his eyes.

“You try studying the Drug Handbook and tell me how it goes” Y/n rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, walking over to the couch, he gave her a kiss “Yea yea, you know i’m only joking baby” he laughed, “I know” Y/n sighed, “I’m just so stressed” She said putting the book down, gesturing her boyfriend to sit next to her.

“Don’t be, you’re gonna be the best nurse ever.” he said pulling her to him, “You’re super smart, and you’ve got a big heart Y/n, we both know you can do this” Slash said as he looked into Y/n’s eyes, “I love you” she said kissing him.

“I love you more”

****

“Yea, thanks” he mumbled, taking it from her. Y/n shook her thoughts away “Do you need help?” she asked as the man shook his head, not looking at her. “Okay, i’ll be back in 2 minutes to start you on and IV.” she said as she watched him nod his head.

Walking out the room, Y/n let a deep breath out. Fucken Slash, she thought looking down at her watch. She hoped he wouldn’t recognize her, but at the same time she did.

****

1988, January

“What do you mean you can’t trust me?” Slash yelled through Y/n’s apartment “You think what? i’m gonna go out fucking other girls?” He said looking Y/n dead in the eye “Jesus fucken christ Slash! It’s not that!” She raised her voice, “I don’t fucken trust the fact that you’re gonna be sober!” She yelled back to him.

“Are we really back on that topic” He rolled his eyes “Yes! Yes we are because i don’t wanna get a fucken call telling me you’re dead!” She yelled

“Gosh you’re such a fucken nag Y/n! Always up my ass about that shit!” He said getting angrier, “How can I not Slash? You’ve overdosed countless fucken times! And i get you’re sober now, but what about when you’re on the road huh? You think you’ll be able to resist being around all of that shit?” She yelled back

“Just stop!” He yelled, loudly “Do you know how many girls i could have replace you?” he said, pointing at her “All those girls that won’t be such a fucken nag about everything!”

Y/n stood there silently, “Thats how you feel?” She said in a quiet, but angry tone. “Every time you’re up my ass yes, that’s exactly how i feel” He said crossing his arms

“Fine then. Go” she said getting angrier, “Go?” he scoffed, “Yes! Go! get the fuck out of here! Go out and get all those fucken girls” she raised her voice, sighing she mutedly said, “Cause at the end of the day Slash, they don’t give one tiny fucken fuck about you, but that’s what you want right? So get the fuck out of my apartment”

*****

Sighing, Y/n checked her watch to find the two minutes up, knocking, she entered the room.

“Hudson?” she said as she walked in to find the man sitting on the edge of the hospital bed.

“Can you lay back for me” she said to the man as she grabbed the IV and needle, “I’m going to put in your IV now, is that okay?” she said looking at Slash who nodded his head, laying down and only looking at the wall in front of him

“Okay” she sighed, trying to ignore the tension in the room, grabbing his arms, she could clearly see the small track marks on his arm.

Keeping professional, she ignored it and put in the IV.

“Okay, all done” she said as Slash looked down at his arm and back up at her, she gave him a small smile “It’s going to help with your withdraws, i’ll be back to check on you, alright?” she said looking at him.

About to leave, Slash called out, “Y/n”, she turned around to look at him “Yes?” she said politely, heart racing.

“Y/n im sorry” he said looking at her, voice shaky “Please” he whimpered out

“Slash” she said slowly walking up to him, he grabbed her hand and put it to his face, “Please” was all he said.

“It’s okay, Slash it’s okay.” She said trying to keep her composer

“Please don’t leave me” he said, clutching her hand.

“Okay okay I won’t, i’ll stay” She said, using her other hand to touch his face, “I’ll stay okay?” she sent him a solace smile.

That night, and all the other nights Slash was in the hospital, Y/n was there, whispering sweet words to Slash, running her hand through his hair and coming across all the other members, giving them a small hello.

And then he left.

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I’ve had so much writers block it’s crazy omg 😭

I kinda gave up on this towards the end sorry guys, but I hoped you enjoyed!! I’m trying to get back on the writing grind fr 😢

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cliffburtonscig · 8 months

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MASTERLIST

SMUT: ⁎ FLUFF: ~ ANGST: ৻

METALLICA

James Hetfield

feel it *

Kirk Hammett

Lars Ulrich

Cliff Burton

Jason Newsted

Robert Trujillo

GNR

Axl Rose

Steven Adler

Saul "Slash" Hudson

Izzy Stradlin

quiet *

Duff McKagan

MOTLEY CRUE

Nikki Sixx

Mick Mars

Tommy Lee

Vince Neil

QUEEN

Freddie Mercury

Roger Taylor

John Deacon

Brian May

NIRVANA

Dave Grohl

Krist Novoselic

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Others

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rodgers

Peter Parker

Tony Stark

Thor Odinson

Wade Wilson

Others

THE WALKING DEAD

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixson

Carl Grimes

Glenn Rhee

Negan

Others

STRANGER THINGS

Billy Hargrove

001

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Will Byers (aged up)

Dustin Henderson (aged up)

Mike Wheeler (aged up)

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Lucas Sinclair (aged up)

others

HARRY POTTER

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

Severus Snape

Ron Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Sirius Black

Cedric Diggory

Neville Longbottom

Remus Lupin

Bellatrix Lestrange

Regulus Black

Lucius Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Lorenzo Berkshire

Theodore Nott

Blaise Zambini

Oliver Wood

METAL LORDS

Kevin Schlieb

Hunter Slyvester

OUTERBANKS

Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank

John Rutledge

Pope Heyward

BTS

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook

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dlongfousky · 1 year

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hello since im a semi new blogger i wanted to introduce myself:)

my name is Dove i use they/them and he/him prns so please respect that tyty !

i’m currently in the middle of moving to the US so i won’t be able to write anything for a hot minute but once i get settled down i will<3

what i will be writing in the future (i will be taking requests depends what they’re about)

-fluff - angst -smut (depends on who)

what i will not be writing in the future

- self harm - anything graphic -eating disorders -romanticizing drug and alcohol addiction - family abuse (in any way) - writing smut about dead people

keep in mind i will not be writing most of these mainly because i have dealt with a lot of these and do not feel comfortable with writing off of the topics.

- i won’t write something that’s very similar to something else i’ve written already.

- i won’t really write anything that’s based on anime mainly bc i don’t like to and i don’t watch anime.

people who i will write for:

Metallica

-dave mustaine

- kirk hammett

-james hetfeild

- lars ulrich

- jason newsted

queen:

- brian may

- rogger tayler

- jon deacon

guns n’ roses:

- slash (saul hudson)

-axl rose

- duff mckagan

-izzy stradlin

and possibly more.

also if i don’t post for a couple days or weeks at a time i am working with my band to produce an album and EP’S in the future, that and i’m also moving from a different country so it’ll take a while, and i have a life outside of social media so respect that please and thank you.

-🕸️

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rockthingsbymeg · 4 years

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The one that (almost) got away - part 1

Request: Thirsty Thursday Idea: The reader and Slash used to date when they were younger and a few years after they broke up they see each other again and all the love is still there and they end up hanging out and then they end up sleeping together and it’s super intense and passionate and just like the first time they slept together (sent by anon)

Pairing: Slash / Saul Hudson x reader

Info: Fluff, mentions of underage smut, slight angst; 1025 words;

A/N: Ok so, first I wanna apologize for taking actual months to get this out... This first part is not, in my opinion, my best piece of work, but I needed to get it out so I could get the motivation to the remaining parts. Not sure if it’ll have only 1 more part or 2, we’ll see how much my brain helps me out. Hope you enjoy this, love

Other parts: Part 2; Part 3; Part 4

Y/N barely remembers the first time she met Slash, they were so young after all. But she still remembers his big, curious eyes looking at the garter snakes that always roamed the open space behind her house.

She had been on her own way to play with them but shyly stopped on her tracks. She was looking at the boy who had moved into the house in front of hers three days ago and was now there.

She had been considering going up to him to see the snake he had been looking at, but instead settled for looking at the one moving not too far from her.

The two steps she had taken to get close to the animal had made a twig snap underneath her feet, which made Slash's eyes snap up to her. His dark eyes fixated on her face, scanning it for a few seconds before he gave her a soft, shy smile.

If Y/N's mother had been close, Y/N would have run to her and hidden behind her legs, but she had to settle for bowing her head and letting her hair hide her face.

She heard Slash's small footsteps as he came close, carefully holding the snake he had been watching in his small hands. He put it on the ground once he was close to Y/N and crouched by her side, silently keeping her company.

That had been the first time they met. They were probably four or five years old, she didn't really remember. Those silent hangouts happened for two more days. After that, Y/N's parents had invited Slash's family over for dinner.

That night, Y/N and Slash actually talked while they played in her room.

They had been inseparable ever since.

[...]

Y/N sighed as she rested her head comfortably on her pillow, Slash doing the same by her right side.

"You always have the best pot..." She giggled, handing him the joint she had rolled for them.

Slash chuckled at the dragged out tone of her voice.

An Aerosmith record played on the background, and it was the only thing breaking the silence they always settled in. It might have been weird for others to spend so much time in silence with such a close friend, but for them, it was the most normal thing in the world.

Slash tilted his head to the side, eyes slightly covered by his hair, and looked at Y/N's profile for a minute. He was gathering a bit of courage to ask her a question, even if he didn't like to admit that he was nervous.

"Are you free next Friday?" He asked, the sudden sound of his voice scaring her for a few seconds and making her head snap to him.

Y/N rolled her eyes and flipped him off when he chuckled. "Yeah." She exhaled the smoke and rolled on her side, turning her whole body to him. "Why do you ask?" She questioned, extending him the joint.

Slash accepted it and took a puff before turning to her as well. "I was thinking we could hang out. You know, ride around town and shit..."

Y/N eyed him for a few seconds. She had known him for nearly 10 years, and all that time had taught her how to read him like an open book, so it was not hard for her to realize he was not saying exactly what he wanted.

"We always hang out..." She trailed off, trying to get the whole truth out of him. "Are the guys going too?"

"I thought it could be just us this time. We could get some food, from Canter's, and then eat it on that field you always go to..."

Y/N smiled softly as she noticed his cheeks turning a slightly darker tone. "Like... Like a date?"

Slash smiled back, immediately feeling a bit more at ease. "Yeah... Like a date."

Y/N's smiled widened. "I'd love to."

Slash's smile turned into a grin.

[...]

"Happy birthday, love." Y/N smiled, standing up on her toes and wrapping her arms around Slash's neck, pulling him for a kiss.

Slash smiled between the kiss, wrapping his arms around her and spinning her around. The action made laughter bubble inside her chest.

"Where's my gift?" Slash asked excitedly. "You spent an entire week teasing, I wanna see it."

Y/N bit her lower lip and eyed all of Slash's friends already gathered around the house. "Can't exactly give it to you here..." She smirked, taking his hand and guiding it up her thigh, underneath the skirt, letting him feel the silk set she had bought.

"Happy fucking birthday to me..." Slash smirked, pulling her for another kiss, hungrier this time.

[...]

"That was really fucking good..." Y/N breathed out, pulling her hair away from her sweaty forehead.

"It's always good..." Slash smirked as he laid down by her side.

Y/N laughed and turned to him with a smile. Pulling him for a sweet, soft kiss. After that, she settled down again, letting her eyes roam over his body, feeling a warmth spread inside her.

"Y/N?" Slash called, turning to her.

"Yeah?" Her eyes snapped up to his.

Slash stared at her silently for a few seconds. "I love you..."

Y/N grinned and leaned to capture his lips in a deep kiss. "I love you too..." She mumbled against him, smiling.

He smiled against her too, pulling her body on top of his.

[…]

Y/N smiled fondly at all the memories as she read the article about Slash's new album with his band, Slash's Snakepit.

The feeling this curly-haired boy caused in her chest was something from another world... it made her heart twist and clench and yet be at total peace. It made a warmth spread over her body, made her feel safe and calm, powerful and strong... it made her feel like everything was ok, even what was not ok...

It was the most powerful form of love she had ever seen, felt, or even heard of... nothing had ever lived up to it...

And that is exactly why it stung so much and yet felt so good to think about him.

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Taglist: @curly-hudson; @agroupiewhore

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xx-sikki-nixx-xx · 5 years

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NSFW A-Z Slash

Requested by my best bitch @eatmyshiftsticky

Aftercare(what they’re like after sex)

Slash gets so caught up in the moment during sex that when he comes down from his high and realised how rough he was with you he’s instantly by your side pampering you because he doesn’t mean to be so agressive but he can’t help it so aftercare is a must for him to sort of apologise for getting ahead of himself.

Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

As a guitarist Slash’s favorite part of his body is his hands because without them he wouldn’t be able to live out his passion simple as that, but on your body he can’t choose a favorite part, he loves all of you and makes a point of worshiping you like the goddess he sees you as. making sure that whenever you two are being intimate to kiss every part of your body giving equal attention to all of you.

Cum (anything to do with cum…basically I’m a disgusting person)

Slash cums alot… (sorry to be so blunt) but he’s got a lot so whenever he cums he likes it to be in your mouth because you’re a good girl and swallow therefore removing the mess that would occur if he were to cum somewhere else.

Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Slash is a dirty bastard but he doesn’t have any secrets. He is an open book and will openly tell anyone about his sex life if they ask, he’ll go into great detail about his favorite positions, kinks and so on and so forth.

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

C’mon is this really even a question??? We all know that as a rockstar Slash has had his fair share of experience… he doesn’t remember most of it but trust me when I say that boy knows what he’s doing ok just trust me.

Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Slash likes cowgirl, he likes to see you on top of him so he can admire your body and enjoy your facial expressions and he likes being able to get a perfect view of how your body convulses when you orgasam, it gives him a sense of pride seeing what he does to his girl and he gets off on it.

Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

As I’ve already said Slash gets very engaged in sex sort of forgetting who he is and whats happening around him souly focused on the exchanges between you and him so I guess you could say he’s serious but not in an uptight or awkward way he’s just focused because sex to him is like playing guitar, he wants it to be perfect and he wants to be the best at it so he gets lost in the zone.

Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

I think we can all agree that Slash has a big of a forest down there (I’ve seen pictures) but it was sort of expected when you look at his hair and yes the carpet matches the drapes in colour and consistency because our boy Slash is all natural.

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Slash isn’t the romantic type… usually because he’s drunk. Even if he loves you dearly sex isn’t an affectionate time for him, he’ll be affectionate in normal life but sex for him is about releasing an animalistic lust that he needs to satisfy so the romantic side of sex with Slash is the foreplay and aftercare.

Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Slash doesn’t really need to masturbate because you are usually around to satisfy that need and even when you aren’t he’s trained himself to be patient and hold back until he can get hold of you but the longer he has to wait the rougher the sex will be so keep that in mind.

Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He’s a kinky fucker lets not deny it, I could see him busting out the ropes, whips, blindfolds and gags if you two had a night to yourselves, it’s a rare occasion to get especially kinky with Slash because he usually doesn’t have the time being a rockstar and all but when he does you both get really into it and have a good time.

Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Slash doesn’t like to show you off when you’re having sex because you’re his and he doesn’t like the idea of other people getting to see you like that because it’s his view after all he’s the one making you feel good. But he will for sure fuck you all over your appartment when you two have a lazy day like imagine spending a quiet cloudy sunday getting fucked on every piece of furnature you own over and over again.

Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Slash is a tease and loves to have you on your knees begging for him to fuck you, it really gets him going knowing how much you need him to make you feel good and after a fair amount of begging he’ll always give you what you need. Another big motivation for Slash is jealousy, for instance if Axl was showing extra attention to you one day he’d drag you away from the group and merselessly fuck you making sure to vividly mark you so that everyone knows who you belong to.

NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Slash would never, I repeat NEVER share you. That’s an absolute no for him he could never share you with someone else, when it’s casual sex with groupies Slash is fine with sharing but with you that’s off limits because he gets very protective and jealous so he couldn’t share you with someone else because he’d eventually get angry and fuck everything up so he makes sure to keep you to himself.

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves to give and receive when it comes to oral, he always has you sit on his face because he thinks he can get the best angles the best way and ultimately give you the best time. He also loves to skullfuck you (lol) he gets a high from the power of having his hands in your hair steering you as you pleasure him, it’s 100% a control thing for him.

Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough is Slash’s middle name he doesn’t so slow and sensual, he tried once but he just ended up getting frustrated because to be honest he’s like a wild animal in bed and he can’t cage it even if he really wants to (which he usually doesn’t).

Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Slash doesn’t do quickies, if he needs to cum fast he just goes for a blowjob because for Saul Hudson sex is an event, not something you can do in 20 minutes or so it’s a multiple round event that lasts hours and thats just the way it is… not that you’re complaining

Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yeah he’s pretty open to experimentation, basically Slash will try anything that you wanna try because you let him be rough and agressive with you so if there’s something you think will make sex more enjoyable for you and that you’d like to try he’s open to it.

Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go for a long ass time, one round can go for two hours and in a night Slash likes to fit in at least 5 rounds so that you are both thoroughly satisfied and exhausted, that’s exactly the reason quickies don’t work with Slash because he lasts for such a long time you couldn’t both reach your finish in a short amount of time.

Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Slash is a big fan of BDSM as previously mentioned he’s got a fun selection of ropes, whips, handcuffs, gags, blindfolds and much more that he’ll get out if you are feeling extra adventurous one night and Slash doesn’t mess around with BDSM he goes all out stringing you up like some kind of roast chicken.

Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He’s such a fucking tease, it gets him off getting a rise out of you so any chance he can get he’ll push you, for instance maybe at a bar he’ll finger you under the table and watch you desperately try to keep a straight face and maintain conversation with the other guys and you clentch around his hand helplessly.

Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Slash is quite a quiet lover but when he gets into a rhythm of deep thrusts he’ll let out a low grunt with every thrust of his hips almost as he’s keeping pace like some kind of beautiful song.

Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Slash likes to put it in your ass (I dunno how you feel about that) he’d never make you do it if you didn’t want to but he loves the idea because he loves your ass because he thinks it’s the perfect size and shape so he’s intrigued by the concept of anal.

X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

To be blunt (again) Slash has a big cock, he’s half black and I can say he definitely inherited the perks of that if you get what I’m saying so he’s always careful when initially putting it in as to not hurt you but sometimes he forgets as he gets caught up in the moment.

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?

He’s got quite a high sex drive, not as high as someone like Axl but he defenately does like to fuck and you like to fuck as well so it works quite well in that sence.

ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

As I said at the start Slash gets very involved in after care, running you a bath and massaging your back making you feel pampered and loved so no matter how tired he is sleep is the last thing on his mind until he knows you’re comfortable, warm, happy and asleep.

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ilongfor-the-arts · 2 years

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My Friends Boyfriend

Pairing: Slash x fem! Reader

Warnings: angst, mild groping, getting interrupted, language, cheating, references to smut, grinding

Summary: You’ve always had a thing for your friends boyfriend, but little did you know, he always had a thing for you as well.

Word Count: 3.1k

Request?: No!

Taglist: @theweightofstardust

I found this gif from @helenia1234 tumblr page :)

I despised how well they looked together. I despised them from the moment I found out they were a couple. The way she'd look into his eyes with nothing but longing, or the way he gave her his top hat after the show, and it hung just below her eyes. She'd always laugh and peek out from under the brim. All of our friends, including myself, were always saying how they wished they had a relationship like them.

I wanted to despise her for it, but I couldn't. What's the point? It wasn't her fault at all. I'd been such a wimp and never told the man of my dreams I loved him. It was two years ago, when Guns N' Roses was just beginning to become a global phenomenon. I knew I had to tell him soon, before he was surrounded by women all the time.

But I couldn't do it. We were friends, really good friends. He was always at ease confiding in me about whatever was going on inside the band. I always trusted him with my deepest secrets. But I was plagued by a slew of doubts. As a result, I backed out and kept my feelings to myself. I never told anyone, because I knew she loved him as well. The last thing I wanted to do was jeopardize my two closest friendships.

It hurts to see them so happy together all the time, but I'm powerless to intervene. There is no way to make my pain go away. For both of their sakes, I just gritted my teeth and bore it.

“Hey, Y/N? Are you alive?!”

My friend shook my shoulder violently, jolting me out of my trance.

“Huh?”

I swiveled my head to the side in order to look her in the eyes. I blinked, bringing myself back to the present moment.

“Yeah… I’m alright.”

I forced a laugh while rubbing my face with my open hand. There was no way I could tell her I was zoning out, thinking about passionately kissing her boyfriend while he pinned me against the wall.

“I’m just a little tired I guess.”

My friend threw her arms around me and pulled me close to her chest. She snatched the blanket wrapped around my waist and pulled it up to my shoulders, the warmth radiating into my skin and providing a soothing sensation. I sighed deeply and let my eyes flutter closed, resting my head on my friend's shoulder.

“You can sleep if you want. Do you want me to wake you up after the movie is over so I can drive you home?… you’re also welcome to sleep over of course.”

She murmured against my scalp. In delight, I hummed.

“Yeah if you could wake me up that’d be great… I should get a good night's sleep tonight in my own bed.”

As I drifted in and out of consciousness, the movie played in the background, but it was just white noise to me. My body was heavy as it rested in my friend's comforting hands. Slash's voice reverberated off the walls, startling me awake, just as the sweet blissful sleep was about to consume me.

“I could drive her now if that would work better.”

My head shot up, my gaze fixed on Slash, who was lounging on the recliner, his head resting on a closed fist. I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the light in the room, because my entire world had been in darkness just moments before.

It wasn't unusual for all of us to hang out together; we were all good friends who appreciated each other's company. Although it was difficult to conceal my insane attraction to my friend's boyfriend, I managed to put it aside in order to spend quality time with my two best friends.

“She can stay babe… it’s really no big deal.”

Slash sat up straight, grabbing his black boots from the recliner's side and starting to lace them.

“Y/N’s right babe. We all need a good night’s sleep tonight.”

He stood, gripping the armrests with his hands as leverage.

“Besides, we gotta wake up early tomorrow and get on the tour bus.”

They always went on tour together, but I never joined them. I wouldn't go if they invited me. I didn't want to be their third wheel, and I had a life of my own here. Slash’s life was Guns N’ Roses, and her life was Slash. There was nothing to intervene with her undeniable infatuation with him.

“He’s right. You guys should go to bed.”

I tilted my head to meet my friend’s eyes and added my voice to the chorus, agreeing with Slash. My friend grinned and immediately caved in to his demands. She was hopelessly in love with him. He could ask her to do anything, and she'd agree with a big smile.

“Alright. Do you want me to come with you guys?”

I stood up, shimmied the blanket off of me, and folded it across the back of the couch. Slash leaned down and kissed her lips gently, his hand cupping her face. It took everything I had not to blush and stare intently at their simple acts of affection. Gosh, I wish that was me.

“It’s alright baby. You can stay here and relax.”

I caught a glimpse of them out of the corner of my eye, their faces inches apart. She pecked his nose with a smile.

“I will. I’ll miss you.”

Slash chuckled through a closed mouth.

“I’ll only be gone a few minutes baby.”

I clenched my teeth and tensed my muscles.

“I’ll still miss you.”

I caught their attention by clearing my throat loudly. They both turned their heads to face me, staring at me with an almost offended expression for ruining their moment.

“Get a room you guys.”

I made a lighthearted joke, and they both laughed in unison. Gosh, they were perfect, completely perfect. Slash's laugh revealed his perfect smile, which lit up the room whenever he entered. That smile, like everything else about him, made my knees weak and my face hot.

I slipped on my shoes as Slash snatched his car keys from the small wood table next to the front door. We bid our goodbyes and walked out into a surprisingly cold night.

Was it this cold when I came here?

I shivered as the wind chilled me to the bone.

“Are you cold?”

I wrapped my arms around myself and nodded vigorously. Slash slid his leather jacket off his arms and carefully placed it on my shoulders. My nose was filled with the aromas of leather and bitter alcohol. Most people would despise the odor, but I found it soothing. It smelled exactly like him. I wanted to nuzzle into it and pull it closer to my body, but I resisted because I didn't want to appear to be a girl with a huge crush.

“Thanks.”

With a smile, I said. Slash smiled back, tucking strands of his tousled curly hair behind his ears. Slash led me to his car and opened the door for me in an overly formal manner. I climbed into his car, clinging to the center console to hoist myself into the passenger seat. Once I was in position, I huffed out a sigh. Slash climbed into his car with relative ease, barely flexing a muscle.

“So… what time are you guys planning on leaving tomorrow?”

Slash drove down the black road, the soft hue of his headlights illuminating the street directly in front of us.

“I’m not sure. We need to leave pretty early though if we wanna get to our first destination on time.”

We were both tired and longing for the feel of our beds as we drove in silence. The constant vibrations rattled my skull as I rested my head on the window of Slash's car.I wished to lay my head on my soft pillow and fantasize about my friend's boyfriend. He looked sexy, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his knee, his legs casually parted on the leather seat.

I swallowed thickly as I gazed at him through half lidded eyelids, pretending to be dozing off. He bopped his head and tapped his fingers to the beat of the song, completely engrossed by the road ahead.

Slash pulled up to my house, yanking the keys from the ignition.

“We’re here… wake up.”

He gently shook my shoulder, attempting to bring me to reality. I groaned and smirked slyly, my eyes firmly shut. Slash groaned in mock annoyance and walked over to the other side of the car to shake me out of my trance.

Although I was taken aback when he hoisted me off the seat, drew me into his chest, and carried me gingerly up to my house bridal style. My breath hitched in my throat as I instinctively gripped his shirt, my other arm wrapped around his leather jacket to keep it close to my body.

“Ah so you are awake.”

With a chuckle, he said. I gulped as I felt the strong beat of his heart through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Yeah… I thought I made it obvious I was just fucking with you.”

I tried to hide the uneasy tone in my voice with a forced laugh. I'm hoping he didn't overthink it.

We were good friends, but Slash didn't like physical contact unless it was with a significant other, and I respected his boundaries. I'd only go so far as to lightly smack his shoulder or rustle his hair. I've never seen him initiate anything like this before.

When we got to the door, he gingerly placed me on my feet. I lifted the mat to reveal my spare key. When I unlocked the door, a wave of heat hit my face, obviating any need for Slash's jacket.

“You probably want this back.”

I shrugged it off of me, handing it back to him with two fingers.

“Oh… yeah, thanks.”

He snatched the jacket from my grasp, slinging his arms through the holes and tossing it around his broad shoulders.

“Well… goodbye. I’ll see you guys when you get-”

“Actually there’s something I wanted to talk to you about… that’s why I offered to drive you home.”

My mind began to race, wondering what on earth he wanted to talk to me about. Oh gosh, he must have noticed me staring at the happy couple earlier.

“Oh… sure, come in.”

I motioned my arm into the house, following Slash as he crossed the threshold.

I probably looked like such an idiot earlier. He definitely knew I was jealous.

No, that’s ridiculous. Who isn’t jealous of them? People make it known they envy Slash and my friend’s relationship. That can’t be it.

Then what is it?

I closed the door behind us, not bothering to lock it for the time being.

“What do you wanna talk to me ab-”

Slash pressed his lips aggressively against mine, slamming me into the door so hard that the frame rattled on its squeaky hinges. I gasped for air, but all I recieved was his tongue slipping into my mouth. It was hot and fiery and…

This was so fucked up.

I shoved him backwards by pressing my hands against his pecs. He toppled back, finally giving me a chance to take a breath of sweet air. Slash locked his gaze on me, waiting expectantly for my next words. I stared at him blankly, searching his eyes for any sign of what had just happened. He took command when he realized I was going to speak.

“Fuck I’m sorry that was wrong.”

He ran his hand over his face, pushing his hair out of the way so he could pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Do you like me?”

Slash looked at me through his bangs, dropping his hand to his side. I couldn’t believe it… this didn’t seem real.

“I fucking love you.”

I knew I'd wake up on his couch, my head on my friend's shoulder, the movie playing in the background. But I didn't want to wake up; I wanted to keep living this fantasy.

I collided with him, reconnecting our lips and throwing him off balance due to the shift in weight distribution. My arms were wrapped around his shoulders, and my feet were barely touching the ground. He grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted me off the ground with ease, my back slamming against the door.

“You said you’d be home in a few minutes.”

I murmured in between hot kisses.

“We’ll have to make it quick then.”

Slash inserted his tongue once more into my mouth, this time without hesitation; he wasn't holding back. He moved his hands to my ass, gripping it with his large hands. Through the thin fabric of my leggings, I could feel the calluses on his guitar fingers.

I huffed a sigh as he began to trail his soft lips from my jaw to my collarbone, sucking deep bruises into my skin. I wiggled my hips in his grasp, my clit lightly brushing against his jeans. I threw my head back against the door hard enough for it to rattle in its frame.

His lips felt even better than I had imagined. All those lonely nights I spent wishing he would just kiss me were worth it, for this moment.

“Slash.”

I pleaded, my hand tangling into his curls, eliciting a soft moan from the back of his throat as I giggle slightly on the roots.

“Yes baby?”

His voice was deep and raspy, and it echoed off my skin, sending shivers up and down my spine.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

I gasped as he attached his warm mouth to my clothed nipple. Thank god I hadn’t worn a bra.

“You want me to fuck you babydoll? Huh? Want me to fill you up with my sticky cum.”

I clenched my jaw, gulping audibly.

“Fuck yes you have no idea how long I’ve wanted that.”

My house was only one story, so carrying me from the front door to the bedroom was a breeze. The door slammed against the wall and shook on its hinges as he pushed it open.

He set me down on his lip, wasting no time as he gripped my hips, forcing me to move back and forth on the growing bulge in his jeans. The delicious friction against my clit caused me to throw my head back in pure pleasure.

It felt like ten thousand degrees in my bedroom.

I couldn’t believe I was about to fuck my best friend's boyfriend. I had fantasized about it in the late hours of the night, raking my nails down his back as he thrusted his thick cock in and out of my soaking wet pussy. The deafening sounds of sex filling our ears as we both reach our highs together.

Slash snaked his hand forward, moving my panties to the side to brush featherlight touches against my clit.

“Fuck… you’re dripping.”

Was that the sound of the door opening?

We both came to a halt, looking into each other's eyes with uneasiness.

Who was in my house?

“Hello?”

“SHIT!”

We both whispered in unison.

This was definitely a compromising position, me straddling her boyfriend's lap. My mind began to turn, thinking of how we could get out of this predicament.

“I’m going to the bathroom.”

I spoke quietly enough for him to hear. He vigorously nodded.

“Where are you guys?!”

“In here babe!”

I pushed off of him and dashed to the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom. I flushed the toilet to make it appear as if I had gone to the bathroom, and this was not a ruse to throw her off the trail.

Fortunately, we left the door slightly ajar so she didn't walk in on her friend and boyfriend acting strangely behind a locked bedroom door.

“Hey! What’s going on here?”

She asked it with an unknowing tone, so she didn't suspect anything. Thank god.

“Y/N just had some tour questions. Sorry if we got carried away talking! I didn’t even think to check the time!”

I turned on the faucet and submerged my hands in hot water, simulating the act of using the restroom. I even used soap, thinking that if I skipped a step, she'd notice and suspect I'd been passionately making out with her boyfriend just minutes before.

“Oh no it’s alright! Y/N just forgot her jacket and I thought I would run it over before we left tomorrow.”

That makes sense why I was so freezing on the way home.

I threw open the door, revealing Slash sitting on my bed and my friend standing, leaning against the bedroom door frame.

“Hey! What are you doing here?”

I faked my surprise.

“You left your jacket! I was just returning it!”

She extended her arm, holding my jean jacket. I snatched it from her grasp, folding it and placing it daintily next to Slash on my bed.

“Thanks. I definitely would’ve missed this while you guys were away.”

As I was folding my jacket, I caught a glimpse of Slash's pants in the bottom corner of my eye.

Thankfully, his pants weren’t that tight, so his growing erection wasn’t easily visible.

When I was finished, I turned my body to face my friend, my hands resting awkwardly at my sides.

“You guys should go… Slash was telling me you guys have to leave early tomorrow if you wanna make the first destination on time.”

My friend pursed her lips, nodding.

“Yeah. We probably should.”

Slash smacked his knees before standing and approaching my friend, snaking his hand around her waist and pulling her into his side. His movements no longer seemed to be filled with love. They were more clumsy and choppy. He finally revealed his secret, and now he wasn't sure how to deal with the one thing that was getting in the way of what he wanted most.

“Alright babe, let’s head out.”

He was eager to get out of there now that the excitement of the night had passed. He kissed her on the forehead, and she nuzzled closer to him in response.

“Alright. Bye Y/N!”

She gave me a tiny wave, which I returned.

“Bye! Thanks for dropping off my jacket!”

Slash's gaze passed over mine, a knowing look on his face. I wasn't sure what to make of his stare. I'd like to think it meant that this wasn't the end, and that we'd continue our shenanigans at a more convenient time.

I smiled.

“Bye Slash. Have fun on tour.”

“Bye Y/N. See you later.”

See you later.

I knew what would happen later.

I stared at the ceiling, replaying the events of the night in my head as I tossed and turned in bed.

I didn't need any persuasion.

I nearly despised myself for it. That was my best friend's boyfriend, and all I needed to hear was him say, "I fucking love you” before I was ready to take what wasn’t mine.

Whatever, I thought as I slowly began drifting to sleep.

He loves me, I love him, and that’s all that matters.

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aishnico · 8 months

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I'm thinkinggggg....maybe something angsty to fluffy with Slash?

#𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃: 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳

» summary: you were tired of your boyfriend’s drug habit, so one night you asked him to choose between you and his habit. when he left you without an answer, you went to let all these things out of your head.

» word count: 2.1k

» warnings: angst to fluff, alcohol, described drug use, grammar issues

another glass has broken with your heart. you couldn't fix the glass once it's broken but the heart could. countless apologies, excuses, and promises would fix your heart, but not properly.

but you were sure this time, it surely broke and couldn't be fixed.

you looked at the floor. vodka was spreading through it, so your tears across your cheeks.

he turned his back against you. leaned his arms over the table. "don't... don't ever tell me what to do. you are supposed to be my girlfriend, not my mom, damn it!" he then rushed over to you. you weren't scared of him. you knew he would never hit you. but you were scared what was he going to say next.

"it's not my fault that you can't make me feel better than this shit!" he showed you a little pack of white dust. you felt helpless. you would hide his drugs away from him. and he was that addicted to find them no matter where they were. you would do this because you cared about him, and didn't want to see him killing himself over and over.

you wiped your tears and stood up. "i don't want to see you killing yourself anymore. you're not only killing yourself, you're also killing me! don't you care about me?!"

"bullshit, you're not dying. you're well enough to argue with me!"

"don't dodge the question, do you care about me?! do you want me to be happy?!" you were yelling at him and your voice got weaker. he was silent, looking at the floor. you gulped and approached him.

"i'm going to ask this you once again. you would always change the topic but this time you don't have a choice but to make a decision. drugs, or me?" you asked. looking at his big, brown eyes sincerely.

he looked at you. he wanted to say something, you felt it. or maybe you were wrong. he didn't say anything and went to the bedroom. you were standing not knowing how to react or what to do.

you wanted to swear to him, telling the most painful words to him. but at the same time, you wanted to talk with him again. trying to convince him to get clean for the nth time. you didn't care how much this was going to take. you just wanted to be happy with him.

but guess he chose to be happy just alone.

you left the home and went to the busy streets of los angeles, trying to find an empty cab. after minutes, you found and entered inside. you told the driver the name of the bar where you would often hang out with guys. you wish one of them was there.

and of course there was the indispencable axl! he greeted you nicely but his smile dropped when he saw your heartbroken face. "sugar, what happened?!"

you didn't answer him, just sat next to him and buried your head in your hands. he patted your back. "is it slash again?" you raised your head and looked at him.

"i asked him to choose between me or drugs, he didn't even answer me! i don't know how many times i tried to get him to the rehab, how many times i hid them from him. he just... *sob* can't give up on his first love. i'm nothing to him."

"that's not true, you mean a lot to him. i can't even imagine how he would be like without you."

you sobbed and buried your face again. "do you want a drink? i want a drink. i'm going to buy us drinks!" he went to the bartender. after a couple of seconds, he was walking through your direction but stopped once he saw a beautiful chick. he then gave her your drink. fucking carrot... you thought and stood up from your seat.

you were walking across the people, trying to forget things at least for tonight. and you stopped once you saw a couple of guys snorting cocaine. they smiled at you. "wanna join?" you didn't answer but sat next to them. maybe you could befriend them and let all these things out of your head. but you weren't talking with them unless one of them approached you.

"what's bothering you? we don't want to see people in deep thoughts around us. just forget them. let them go even for just one night." he probably understood that you've never done this before.

he rolled up a small piece of paper into a straw. there was already a big amount of cocaine on the table. he grabbed his razor blade, chopped it, and made a short line of it. he looked at you.

"wanna try? if you don't, then i will." you sighed and wondered how is the feeling this thing gives to your boyfriend or your friends. you then took the roll of paper from him and quickly snorted the line.

you gasped loudly and pulled your head backwards. after a couple of minutes, you felt yourself hot, your palms were sweating and your heart was beating like crazy. the guy beside you laughed at you.

"how does it feel?"

"i... i d-don't know, i feel anxious, i g-guess?" you stuttered. he rubbed your back. "then you should snort again, you will start to feel happy. trust me."

you felt unsure but remembered the times when slash would come home to you happily. he would cling to you and refuse to let you go for a while. he would be so lovey-dovey with you. his current mood would also make you cheerful. but then you realized it's not because he saw you again after an exhausting day, he was because of this shit. you wondered if you could be cheerful like him at the moment.

so you nodded and he chopped again and made you a roll. you took a deep breath and snorted all of it. your head became more fuzzy but a couple of minutes later you felt cheerful and excited. you chuckled at yourself and stood up while staggering.

"now i get it," you grinned and winked at him. then you started to go to the dance floor. you were staggering but you didn't care. you were walking between people and saying them good morning! while smiling. they looked at you strangely.

when you approached the dance floor you started to move slowly, and accommodating to the song. after a couple of seconds, you were dancing like crazy, not minding to look cringe. everybody here was like you, after all.

the guy who helped you to snort stopped behind you. when you turned your head to him you smiled.

"i was looking for you, wanna dance together?" you closed your eyes and shook your head to him. then turn your back against him again. you suddenly felt a pair of hands around your waist.

"now, now. don't be like that. you look so precious and funny right now. let me enjoy your company for a while." his face now was behind your ear. he whispered "maybe we can bring this to another place..." you then turned to him and knitted your eyebrows. "i thought i said no?" you left him there and started to look for axl.

your body temperature was increasing, and so was your heartbeat. you started to struggle more, you knew you looked pathetically and never wanted to do it again. even if your little happiness lasted a couple of minutes.

"axl... axl wh-where are yhou? call shlash..." you couldn't even speak properly. your legs started to shake. you found the door and exited the bar. you were walking to the road. eyes searching for your boyfriend. maybe he was worried about you so he came here to look for you?

“shl-soul, are yhou h-here?" you were squinting, trying to figure out which car was your boyfriend's. and before you realize it, you were hit by something massive.

you woke up with loud noises. you grimaced because fluorescent light was dazzling your eyes. you slowly blinked and turned your gaze to where the sounds were coming from. you saw axl and slash, arguing about something.

"how could you let her snort?! why didn't you stay by her side?!"

"she's not a child, especially not mine! she can make her decisions now, you know!"

you saw slash sit on the couch in front of you. he buried his face in his hands. axl sighed and left the room. when he did, you heard sounds of crying and sobs.

"how could i let this happen..?" he sounded helpless. it made your heart clench. when either of you would cry, the other one would join after. it was mutual. so tears were leaking from your eyes now. he raised his messed up face and looked at you, eyes widened at realization.

"sweetheart, you're awake!" he cheered but his voice was broken. you didn't say anything. he grabbed your hand and placed it on his, caressing gently. "how do you feel?" he asked.

you just shrugged. "i don't know, my legs hurt." he shut his eyes and gulped. "i... i am sorry, for not being there with you." his voice sounded shaking. you wanted to ask him if that was all he wanted to apologize for, but before you opened your mouth, he continued.

"not only for this. i am sorry for not listening to you, even though you only cared about my well-being. sorry for making you cry and feel heartbroken. you never deserved this, never. and i don't deserve your concern.

when you asked me to choose between you and drugs, i went to the bedroom only to think about that. i didn't choose them over you. i could never choose something over you. you're my priority, my everything. i never want something bad to happen to you. i could never get over this." he finished and kissed your hand carefully.

you sighed. "oh slash, i don't even know how many times we talked about this. same thing happens every time..." he looked at you with his big pretty brown eyes. "i swear this is the last time, we'll never talk about this. i swear. i don't want to make you miserable anymore. you deserve nothing but happiness. and i'm more willing to give you that."

you raised your head and looked at the ceiling, sighed again. "did that accident have to happen for you to say these?"

he straightened up. "don't tell me you did this on purpose..." his voice sounded nervous. you shook your head. "of course i didn't, i just always wondered how this shit makes you happy but i'm not, so i wanted to try it once."

"pretty, you know this shit is nothing compared to you. i was mad at you for you hiding it, but that's not an excuse for to me say those untrue things to you."

you smiled at yourself, wondering if axl or duff talked to him about this. finally, you gave up on yourself.

"i love you so much, slash. and i guess we both understood how is to lose almost someone."

"i love you too, sweetheart. more than everything. and yeah, you're right. i don't want one of us to experience this feeling again. " he smiled sincerely at you.

you tried to move your body aside and patted to empty space. he looked at you worringly. "are you sure, doll? i don't want to hurt or crush you." you just chuckled and opened your arms to him. he hesitated but climbed to the bed. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him for a kiss. the kiss was sensual and full of love. you missed his plump and soft lips on yours, on every part of your body.

you then run your fingers through his dark curly hair. you loved playing with them carefully. he doesn't like it when it hurts.

you wanted to deepen the kiss because you missed him so much. you don't remember when you two kissed like this last time. but he pulled out looking at you breathlessly, then lay beside you.

"after we go home, i'm gonna search and then register myself on a program. this time i'm gonna complete it, i swear." he grabbed your hand and pressed a wet kiss on it. then did the same thing to your cheek. "slash!" you whined but he knew you actually liked it.

you were lying on his chest while he was caressing your waist. you've felt peaceful. and felt like your eyes would shut soon. he noticed it and planted a wet kiss on your forehead. you giggled.

"i love you." he said while sincerely looking at you. you smiled and snuggled to him. "i love you too, my big crybaby."

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duffslut · 2 years

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It's never too late

Modern Slash x reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 730

Requested by anon: could you write something with older slash where there's an age gap between him and reader, maybe he's around 40 and she's in her 20s where they've been trying for a baby for more than a year and nothing is working and one night they fight because of this and she leaves but come back after a few weeks cause she's actually pregnant?

Warnings: Angst, smut.

- I can't do it anymore

You said, feeling drained, voice barely audible over the rain falling outside and the tears flowing relentlessly from your eyes.

- We can love, we just... we just need to try a little harder

You shook your head, your head hurt more than ever from crying.

- Most? we've been trying for years Slash, how can we try harder?

A flash of lightning flashed inside the car for a few seconds, the argument had started on the way home, and you guys didn't even bother to get out of the car when the rain started to fall.

Slash took your trembling hand and kissed it lightly.

- I want this as much as you

Hearing him say that hurt more than it should, why was it so hard for you guys to have kids? what were you doing wrong?

Your head throbbed with more and more pain, seeing your husband cry over something you couldn't give him broke your heart, and even if you didn't know it, he felt the same thing as he watched you break down in tears in the car seat.

- Maybe we are not competent to have children yet.

You said between sobs, but Slash interrupted you.

- Shh, don't say that baby, you're going to be the best mother in the world, you're the most competent woman I know, that's why I married you uhm?

Slash held your face and you reached out to wipe the tears from his face, your foreheads came together as you just listened to the rain hit the roof of the car.

- Come here.

Slash took your chin and brought you in for a kiss, calm, but it got faster with time, you nibbled his lips and squinted your eyes when your head hurt, but you didn't want to stop. You moved to Slash in the passenger seat where he was sitting and sat on his lap, his hands went under your shirt and held your waist, you sniffled trying to hold back your tears as Slash kissed your neck, no rush but hard, leaving hickeys where his lips brushed.

- We can do it. -He whispered in your ear and you nodded.

His erection began to press against your body as you pulled him to your lips again desperately. Your panties were nimbly pushed aside under your skirt and Slash unzipped his pants.

You opened your mouth but didn't say anything when Slash penetrated your pussy, the lightning flashed inside the car as you mounted him, rolling your body up and down on his dick.

You wrapped your arms around Slash's neck when you came.

- I love you. — Slash said right after he came inside you, still moving around a few times to make sure he had bred you.

You let your head fall on Slash's neck as the two of you breathed heavily and he waited for the rain to let up to carry you inside on his lap.

You slowly opened your eyes, the sun coming in through the window making you doubt if all that rain from the day before had really happened. A different shiver ran through your body as soon as you woke up, a different sensation. Slash slept on your side, shirtless, with just the white sheet covering his body, his curls messed up by the sheet and his little eyes were puffy.

You were about to leave him a kiss before getting out of bed but you stopped short and ran to the bathroom. Your heart pounding when you realized you were sick. Your shaking hands went to the bathroom drawer and you took out a pregnancy test. A shiver ran through your body when you were about to use it, you had been through it so many times and the result was never what you expected.

You were sitting on the toilet seat, and you, who have never been religious, found yourself praying for something different to happen this time, and it did.

You ran back to the bed, your face soaked with tears and a smile you just couldn't keep from your lips.

You sat on Slash's abdomen, showering his face with kisses until he woke up, a hint of concern in his eyes when he saw you crying.

- Hey hey, what happened?

You covered your mouth and shook your head, formulating the words you've dreamed of saying for so long.

- I'm pregnant!

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awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands · 5 years

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I'm going to be at your side

A/N: English is not my first language so please feel free to correct me. Also first time writing Slaxl.

TW: suicide attempt and swearing

Chapter I

Slash felt uneasy, his hands tightened around the bottle of Jack. He didn't know why he felt this way but his guts were telling him that something was wrong; maybe it was the fact that Axl would have never turned down a night at the club or maybe it was that the red singer was way angrier than usual and that his outburst were more destructive than ever.

The guitarist usually has always prided himself to be calm and rational even when things were really bad, but now he felt the strange feeling of worry and anxiety was consuming him, making him the farthest thing from his usual self : a scary man. He decided to leave his friend in the club and heading to their hotel when he couldn't take it anymore. He had never been this sober in a while, too worried about his favorite singer to think about Jack Daniels. Fuck, he must really love that man.

The ride to the hotel was fast and rushed: that weird feeling was still there, making him biting his lower lip ; he never believed in "bad feelings" or stuff like that, but now, maybe because it was about Axl, his mind knew something was wrong. When he finally arrived to the big building that was their home for the past two days, he started rushing to the room he shared with Axl. He was so grateful that he wasn't so drunk because he could walk like a normal human being but also not so much because he could feel that at every steep his heart was starting to beat faster making him sick to his stomach and his head hurt.

He tried to empty his mind by telling him that everything was alright, just to calm himself and possibly to be ready to face a very angry Axl. He stopped indulging and open the door, the sooner he'd have seen Axl watching TV on the bed they shared or sleeping, the sooner he could have cut this bullshit, stopped feeling like he was on a edge ready to fall down and returned to his beloved alcool and his friends.

The first thing he noticed was the empty bed and the TV turned on. "He must be in the bathroom" he thought but something inside him was telling him that there was something wrong so he decided to call his name to be sure. Fuck his stupid feelings for the red head, they were just making him weak and pathetic.

"Axl." He decided to call him but there was no answer.

"Axl." He said again. Still no answer

"AXL" he screamed the third time, banging at the door. Still no answer.

Panic took over in Slash's mind and too many thoughts were spinning in it. What could had happed? Why he wasn't answering? The guitarist just wanted to see an angry redhead screaming at him so he could had cursed himself for being so stupid. Anything rather than the anxiety he was feeling.

"Now I'm going to open this fucking door and I will find him in the shower, screaming at me naked." he thought even though he couldn't hear the water running . He turned the handle that was broken so the door couldn't be locked from the inside . At least he didn't had to worry about it.

The first thing he saw when he entered the room was red. He thought it could be only Axl's hair but that was not a copper red but more like a blood red. When he moved his eyes all cross the bathroom he could see where the blood was coming from : the singer was on the floor, his knees closet o his chest and one big cut on each of his wrists. The disturbing imagine paralyzed him for some seconds, before his ration part told him to grab some towels and tightened them around the wounds, to stop the bleeding.

When the towel were tight enough, he stopped for a minute and thought about what to do next : is brain told him "call 911" and "don't let Axl pass out" . The only phone in the room was on the bedside, so Slash decided to pick Axl bridal style and lay him down on the bed, while he continued to put pressure on his wrists and he softly started to talk to him. He didn't care what the other man could think, we was fucking bleeding to death right in front of him.

"Axl, hey Axl" the guitarist shook him and the singer opened his eyes, an expression of pain written on his face , like he had fined all his energy due opening them.

"Mh... Slash? he asked confused and Slash's heart broke to hear how weak it was.

"Yes it's me... uhm Axl now I'm calling 911 but you have to stay awake, okay?" he said trying to sound as steady as possible because the last thing he needed was to making Axl anxious.

The redhead looked at him for a second, almost like he wanted to disagree but losing quite a bit of blood, definitively didn't help him having the strength to do that so he just weakly nodded.

Slash took the phone and with shaky hands dialed the number while he kept watching Axl, making sure the motherfucker wouldn't had died in front of him.

"911 what's your emergency?" said a woman and Slash asked an ambulance , telling her where they were and what happened. As soon as he finished to talk, the woman told him to try to keep awake the injured man (No, shit Sherlock Slash thought) and ended the call. "I wanna go Slash" said Axl with a whisper and Slash swore to God that his heart was in tiny little pieces because of those words.

"What the hell are you talking about?" asked the curly man confused and a bit angry. He shouldn't be upset, he should help Axl to remaining alive but a selfish part of him was screaming because if Axl died, he would lost the love of his life. There was no way in hell that he could let Axl die in this fucking hotel room.

"Give up, walk away" he said as his eyes were closing again and the curly man thought what could bring him to do this, what could happen to Axl that made him decide to cut his wrists and tell Slash to leave him alone dying; he didn't want to think about that or he could just break down.

"Oh hell no, motherfucker. You're not going to pass out right now, do you understand?. Open your damn eyes." Saul said the last sentence pleading him. He could have been more calm about what he really was on the verge of crying, shit this behavior was so unlike him.

"Take... my hand" Axl asked, his eyes still closed and Slash just did that. He was super confused but he did because we was so scared that he cling on that hand like the redhead's life would depend on it. And because he wanted to make sure that Axl knew he was there for him, that he was not going to walk way like he asked him before. Axl calmed down, his breathing dangerously slowed down as he passed out. Slash still squeezed his hand while he was starting to panic. "Axl, will make it. He can't die, he won't." he kept repeating at himself for a couple of minutes before he could hear the ambulance's sirens.

"Axl fucking Rose, I love so much, please don't leave me alone" he mumbled to the pale man's ear and cursed himself after because, fuck he was being so cheesy and romantic. He guessed that this would happen if the person you love is just dying in front of you. Then the door busted open and the paramedics rushed into the room taking Axl from Slash' grip and placing him on a stretcher. As they were taking him out, he younger man started following them, before a paramedic, a young man in his 30s, stopped him.

"I'm sorry, only family members can ride in the ambulance" he said apologetically and Slash was tempted to scream and shoving out of the way, but he simply nodded and decided to follow them with his car. Before exiting the room, he left a note on the bed for the boys, for when they would have came back.

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motleyfuckingcruee · 5 years

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Love Bites (Slash x reader)

Summary:

Could do an imagine where slash and y/n are getting into s heated argument and she starts throwing shit and him and he’s just trying to hold her, idk lots of sluff. Also girl YOU are so PRETTY ✨

Requested:

Anon

Warnings:

Language, angst, fighting

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!

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SONG THE TITLE IS BASED OFF OF:

Love Bites

You sigh as you sit on your couch. You glance at the clock. It’s already two in the morning. Slash still isn’t home. You’re tired of this bullshit. You dealt with it for two months before you started to get annoyed with him. Four months later and here you are, sitting on the couch, waiting for your boyfriend to bring his drunk ass home. You feel tears spring to your eyes as you look down at the picture Izzy gave you yesterday.

The picture shows Slash in what appears to be the back alley of one of the strip clubs on the Strip. He’s kissing some tall, leggy, busty blonde that barely has any clothes on. You aren’t sure if Slash for sure went all the way with her, but you think he did.

Slash only thinks with his dick when he’s drunk.

As soon as Slash comes home, you’re going to confront him. You’re done with being treated like a second choice. If you’ve learned anything in the past few years of dating Slash, it’s that you don’t deserve to be treated like shit. You’re done with Saul Hudson. That’s one thing you know for sure.

You jump a bit as the front door swings open. In stumbles a drunk Slash, barely able to walk. Slash stumbles into the room. He tries to lean on the coffee table for balance, but fails and falls forward. Everything that was sitting on the coffee table got pushed off, including the Dr. Pepper you were drinking.

You groan, rushing over to pick it up so that it doesn’t cause more of a mess. Slash finally notices that you’re in the room after you’re bent down in front of him, trying to pick up his mess.

“Hey baby,” He slurs, a smile on his face.

You roll your eyes, not responding. You take the empty soda can to the kitchen and grab a towel from under the sink. You wet it underneath the kitchen faucet while trying not to cry. Leaving him is going to hurt you a lot more than it will him. Even after everything he’s put you through, you still love that son of a bitch.

You walk back into the living room, not surprised to see Slash passed out on the couch. Looks like your confrontation is just going to have to wait until morning. You just hope that you won’t have lost your nerve by then.

You go into the kitchen to get Saul a glass of water and pain killers. You set them on the coffee table, then head up to the studio. You have almost zero musical talent, but you like to go in there to read. You’re hoping that reading will get your mind off of everything. You sit down inside the place where they record everything. After what feels like an eternity of silence, you decide that you need music.

You get up, looking at the vinyl collection that you and Slash have been putting together since before the two of you started dating. Without a doubt, you’re going to be taking this collection with you. You’re happy that you made the decision to put the record player in the studio. Otherwise, you probably would have just been sitting in silence until Slash wakes up.

You don’t even have to think about which record to play. Your hand automatically reaches for Hysteria by Def Leppard. Other than Guns N’ Roses, Def Leppard is definitely your favorite band.

And you’ve always had a thing for Rick Savage.

Not that you’d tell Slash, but you have a thing for bassists in general. In fact, you had the biggest crush on Duff when you first met him.

The beginning guitar riff of Women is almost enough to make you smile. You slide down on the wall to sit on the floor. You bring your knees up to your chest and lean against the table that you put the record player on. You let out a strangled sigh that almost comes out as a cry.

You grab the book that somehow ended up on the floor next to you. You don’t remember putting it there. You start to read, feeling your heartache grow more intense with every second that passes by.

After four albums, you hear movement in the living room. You put your book down and decide to get this over with. This is going to be the hardest thing you’ve ever done.

You walk into the living room to find Slash sitting up and tying his hair back. He grabs the water and takes a lot of aspirin.

“S-Slash,” You stutter out. Saul looks up at you. “I-uh-need to talk to you.”

“What about,” He grumbles, his morning voice evident.

“I’m leaving you,” You say, looking down at your shoes.

Slash instantly puts down his water. “W-What?”

“I’m leaving you,” You repeat, your voice sounding stronger. “I’m gonna go stay with Sasha for a while.” You start walking towards the front door. “I’ll be back to get my things later.”

All the while Slash repeats “No.” over and over again. He follows you to the door. He manages to get in front of you to block the knob.

“Slash, you’re making this harder than it has to be.”

“You can’t fucking leave me! Why the fuck do you want to leave me? Are you fucking someone else?”

“Slash please-.”

“I should’ve known it! You fucking said you wouldn’t leave me! You promised me!”

“Slash shut up!” You scream.

This instantly silences him. You never raise your voice, let alone scream.

“You seriously want to talk about cheating?” You walk over to the coffee table and grab the picture Izzy gave you. You thrust it into his hands. “Look at this bullshit! YOU’RE the one that cheated on ME. Not the other way around! How fucking dare you accuse me of being the one that cheated.”

“(Y/N),” He says.

“No! I don’t want to fucking hear it!” You scream. You push him backwards. “You’re a real fucking piece of shit, you know that!” You start hitting his chest as hard as you can. But, considering that you aren’t that strong, the hits don’t really hurt him. “You fucking cheated on me with someone that you payed to have sex with you!” Slash tries to grab your arms to hold you still. Once he has your arms pinned to your sides, you struggle against him. “Let me go, motherfucker!” You manage to get free of grasp. You push him out from in front of the door. You throw it open, the anger still running through your veins. “I don’t want to fucking see or hear from you ever again. We are done.”

You walk out of the glamorous house, feeling a huge weight lifted off of your shoulders. You ignore the calls of Slash behind you. You decide that you did the right thing.

But something in your heart made you think otherwise.

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aishnico · 20 days

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#𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃: 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳

» summary: you tried various ways to save your marriage. and just when you gave up, all of your world turned upside down

» word count: 2.7k

» warnings: angst, london and cash are your sons, cheating, grammar issues

late 00’s

"so, is he coming or..?"

"i don't know." you simply replied and buried your face in your palms. "he said he'll try to come but, i don't think he will."

"it's been 8 sessions. 8 weeks, that means 2 months. you two have been coming here for two months and," your therapist softly sighed, trying to find suitable words. "i believe he hasn't tried to change your shared, troublesome situation. since the beginning."

you rubbed your temples. "so you're saying that he had made up his mind a long time ago?"

"i'm afraid so." you both sat in silence.

you and your husband, saul, had problems in your marriage. and since you wanted to save it, you tried to find various ways. cooking his favorite dishes more often, helping him with the simplest and hardest things, listening very carefully about his day, job, tour, seducing him, and having sex more often...

but those acts didn't change too much. so for the final solution, you found a marriage therapist and started your sessions. as time went by, he started to not join you sometimes and you've been coming here all alone for a month now.

"i tried everything i could. i tried to show him my love for him in various ways. with more acts of service, more physical touch, more quality time, more words of affirmation... i don't know what should i do now. should i rip myself out? will this be enough for him?"

"no, of course not. even though his love for you ended, it doesn't mean he wants to see you harmed."

"i... i think i know the reason. i'm just, not pretty anymore."

"nonsense. you know i only say things you need to hear, not what you want to hear. and i'm saying, you look mesmerizing by your age. it's not about look."

"then what is it?!" you raised your voice a little bit with teary eyes. suddenly your stomach started to hurt your insides. your therapist looked at you with pitiful eyes.

"i couldn't manage to get to know him enough to say this but, maybe he just doesn't want to be tied to responsibilities about his family?”

"i don't want it to end." you hopelessly mumbled and tried to calm yourself and your body down.

"[name], it doesn't matter if you want to continue or not, he already ended it a long time ago."

"we have kids. we have two sons."

"that's just improving my point."

you didn't say anything in return. you just closed your eyes and started to assimilate things you don't want to still accept. and a sudden disgusting urge was alerting you again.

you stood up and covered your mouth. "i need to go to the bathroom." then left the room in a rush.

after a couple of minutes, you returned completely unbothered.

"are you okay?" your therapist asked worriedly.

"yeah, it was just a throw-up. i'm sick these nowadays. flu, you know?"

"i don't think throwing up is a symptom of flu."

"no, trust me. my stomach is sensitive. it pains in the slightest illness. maybe that's why saul doesn't want me. i'm like an old lady now."

"[name], we talked about this by just now. and you shouldn't have come here.."

"don't worry, it's fine. i'm heading home straight."

"that's good, take care of yourself."

"thanks, you too. it was nice to talk with you these past months."

"same goes for me." you two hugged and you opened the door. and saw your youngest son, cash, laying his head on his older brother's, london's, shoulder. and london was playing with a phone. when he saw both of you, he gently pushed his brother's face away and stood up in front of you.

"thanks for the phone, ma'am." he gave the phone to your therapist. "you have cool games on there.

"wha- london! when did you- you should've asked mine instead!" you scolded him.

"it's alright."

"yeah. besides, your phone is boring, mom."

"yeah yeah, go wake your brother."

london gently shook cash's shoulder a few times. he then slowly opened his eyes. god, he was looking like an angel. both of your boys were looking like angels in front of your eyes.

"mommy, can we go now?" he asked with a sleepy voice.

"yes sweetheart, we're heading out now." you offered your hands to your sons and both of them immediately held it.

"can we go to mc donalds?" cash asked excitedly.

"we have food at home." you simply replied.

both of them snorted. "you're so boring..." he mumbled.

"uh huh," you shrugged off.

"meegan is way funnier than you," london added.

"yeah sure. wait, who's m-" your voice had cut off since you suddenly fell on your knees and the earlier urge was hitting you again with pain. and before you realize your body has become unconscious.

"mom!"

you slowly opened your eyes at a hospital. you didn't think the situation might end here. while still trying to wake up, you heard two voices of children.

"mom, you're awake!" london cheered and hugged you without harm.

"i'm so sorry mommy, we shouldn't have said them." cash jumped on your stomach and you let out a low whine.

"it's okay, we're all good." you both caressed their hair and planted a kiss on each of their head.

"all right boys," a doctor entered the room with a smile. "i think we need to talk with your mommy so..." she showed the door to them.

"nuh uh, we're not leaving mommy." london tightened his grip on you and frowned. "yeah!" cash supported him.

"boys, you know mommy's been sick a few weeks. i need to speak with the doctor to know what's wrong with me. it won't take so long, okay?"

they both sighed heavily and looked at you with big puppy brown eyes. "okay..." they both walked out of the room.

"are you feeling any pain right now?" the doctor approached you and asked. you shook off your head.

"good, what's your complaint?"

"it's just um, my stomach. i started to throw up frequently even though the food was not the problem, or my work/sleep schedule. and stomach spasms..."

"huh, i would want to say it might be flu or cold but the problem is not in your throat or nose. are you periods regularly? when was the last time you had?"

"it was like..." you stopped. "i, don't remember. maybe more than a month? but skipping a week shouldn't be a big problem."

"sure, it happens. are you active in sexual activities?"

"i used to be. like a month ag- wait, no. no, no, no, no... it can't be."

"why not?"

"i'm in my 40's. i can't bear a child. it's a low chance."

"like you said yourself. it's a chance."

you grabbed the sheets tightly and grimaced. you? pregnant? only when pigs fly from now.

"i gave birth to two children. i birthed the eldest one with my womb, but with the youngest one, i had to do cesarean. i had no choice. and since then i have had regular stomach spasms. and right now i'm going through a rough time with my husband. it's so stressful for me. can those might be the causes of my pain?"

"of course they can. but don't forget, women who had cesarean can get pregnant again and even can give birth with their wombs."

you felt cold sweats dripping down from the top of your head.

"it's okay. like you said, the causes might be personal too. rest now."

"can i talk with my sons?"

"sure." the woman replied before opening the door for them. your sons immediately returned to their first place.

"we were so worried about you, mom." london expressed with a gloomy tone. he was lying on the left side of your lap while cash was lying on the other side. he has already fallen asleep.

"i'm sorry, angel. but i'm completely fine right now, trust me."

"we even called dad."

you furrowed your eyebrows. "dad? and what did he say?"

"he said he's on the way, gonna pick all of us."

"good. maybe we can go to mc donalds."

"you said we have food at home."

"ha ha, yeah i forgot. didn't you guys say i'm boring?"

"well, not completely. we're just saying this when we don't get what we want."

"who's that meegan by the way?" you mentioned this again.

"huh, who?" it was cute how he was pretending like he didn't know.

"london..." you give him a small smile and looked directly into his eyes. he immediately turned his head away.

"i can't- ugh... i broke a promise." he pouted.

"what, promise? listen, baby. i'm going through a difficult time and i'm expecting you to help me a little bit."

"fine, one day when you weren't home, me and cash went downstairs and saw dad with a black-haired woman on the couch. her name is meegan. when we asked who she was he told us that she was an old friend of yours and dad wanted to make a surprise for you. so we promised to not tell you anything."

you were utterly in shock and too stunned to speak. saul, was using your sons, to hide his new plaything? you've never met someone named meegan, so who was she?

"mom..?"

"oh," you didn't realize you zoned out. "i'm sorry, sweetie. i was just trying to remember who was she."

"have you remembered?"

"uh, i don't think so. you know what? let's pretend that we didn't have this conversation just now. i didn't hear anything nor know anything. alright?" you winked at him.

he smiled and nodded. just in time, your husband rushed into the room with a sweaty, frightened face.

"[name]..." he walked toward you with big steps and hugged you tightly. like never wanting to let you go, or it was just your delusions.

"are you okay?" he asked worriedly and pulled himself off you. he put his calloused hands on your cheeks and gently caressed them.

"i'm completely fine. i just passed out, nothing more." you gave him a fake smile.

"i was so scared, i'm sorry." his voice was shakening.

"for what? you didn't do anything wrong. i'm fine, saul. believe me."

he sighed and looked deeply into your eyes. "if you say so," he looked at the boys who were lying on your lap. "i hope they didn't give you any trouble."

london immediately looked at you with pleading eyes. you pinched his cheek. "how could they? they're my little pumpkins." you kissed both of the tops of their heads. london giggled and cash smiled at his sleepy situation. then suddenly saul's phone rang out. he looked at the screen and put it inside his pocket.

"uh, do you need anything?" he asked.

you thought for a second then replied. "a tea would be nice."

"okay, i will get one for you." he stood up but you stopped him.

"hey saul, can you go there with boys, please?"

"sure, but why?"

"i need to do something, important."

a couple of days passed since your accident. and the atmosphere of the home was fickle. when the boys weren't at home, you wouldn't speak to saul unless it's necessary. and he wasn't minding it at all. some days he would sleep on the couch, some days you. but then you would wake up in your bedroom all alone and would see saul's uncomfortable position on the couch.

you wondered how long he could keep his secret from you. he really was thinking that you were stupid. how could he? you've been together since the middle of 90's. you spend almost 15 years with him and just because you don't look like you first met now, he threw out all of them away.

he was the cause of your body and mental pains. and he was pretending like you did all of these to yourself. days ago, you didn't want to accept that your marriage was over. but now, you're ready to sign the divorce papers.

but you need him. you need him, especially after the call you received from the hospital. that was the time to face the truth about your situation.

you got ready to head outside and saw saul and the boys sitting on the couch, watching sponge bob.

"i'm going outside!" you informed them and went to the door.

"mom, can you buy some snacks please?" cash asked excitedly.

"we'll see, be good, boys!"

"hey," you heard saul's voice from behind. "when you'll be back?"

"i don't know, maybe an hour?" you shrugged.

"good. i would like to speak with you after your arrival. would you like me to take you there?"

"i'm good, thank you."

"well, see you then. be careful."

it's been 2 hours now since you left the home. not wanting to go there at all after the truth you learned about yourself. but it was already dark and they would probably search for you if you were a little later.

you took a deep breath and slowly knocked at the door. a couple of seconds later you heard heavy steps approaching to door. saul opened the door with a sign of relief.

"have you thought about coming home?" was the first thing he asked.

you turned your head to the wall clock. it was 10 pm.

"since i'm here now, it means i did." you took the coat off you and went to your bedroom. of course, he was following you.

"are boys sleeping?" you asked. and remembered that they wanted some snacks from you.

"yeah, they waited for you all night. said that they were not going to sleep until your arrival. but eventually, they fall asleep."

you just hummed in response, not looking into his eyes. but you knew he was staring at you right now.

"can we talk now?" he asked.

"sure, i wanted to talk too."

"okay, go ahead, then."

"no, please, you go first. i'm listening."

he took a deep breath and started. "look [name], we spent almost 15 years together. and in all of these years, even though we had conflicts often, i was really happy with you. i appreciate so much how you were both in my best and worst moments. you made me the happiest man in the world by making me a dad twice." you already knew where this speech was going.

"but, i don't feel the same connection between us anymore. it's not because you've become sick since cash's birth, or not because you're unattractive. it's not even true. i just, don't feel the same anymore."

you couldn't help but laugh. "i'm sorry, but i think i know the reason behind this. i'm just a boring, dull woman, right?"

his lips were in a straight line, giving you a half-apologetic smile.

"it's okay, you're not the first one to say this. the boys told me too."

"you're a good person and a mom too."

"sure. when will you mention that meegan?"

"how do you know?" he asked shockingly.

"do you really think i'm stupid?" you joked. not wanting to give away your older son.

"you know my nature, i can't stick to something so long. believe me, i wanted to stick at our marriage and family forever. but i was just fooling myself. i'm looking for new excitements. and i found this excitement in meegan. i'm sorry."

you deeply sighed and chewed on your bottom lip. not sure what to say.

"i want a divorce." he said while giving you an already signed paper. you hesitantly took it from him and glanced at the paper.

you held your tears back. you both need to be separate but why is it hurting so damn much? he's leaving you when you need him most.

"i'm going to the bathroom." you muttered and put the paper away but he was fast enough to catch your wrist.

"please don't go. i really want to settle these all now. you said you wanted to talk too. please tell me what's on your mind."

you got hesitate to tell him or not. but there was no point in hiding it now. so you gently removed his hand from yours and got your bag. after unzipping it and grabbing a piece of paper, you passed it to him.

"i'm pregnant."

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