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request by @being-worthy 💙

Short Fic:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, how are you doing? I’m so happy for all the requests you write, especially for GNR!!

May I make one for your resent Slash please? I just had a nightmare that left me shaking for good over 10 minutes and I had to make sure that all the windows and doors were locked and I still don’t feel at ease, like I’m expecting my nightmare to materialise from nothing and happen in real life… It was so freaking real and I knew something bad would happen in the dream… somebody chase away the nightmares and hug me!!! 😭

Thank you so much and I hope you’re taking good care of yourself!!! ❤️

I’m doing well myself, thanks for asking 🤍 I’m very sorry about the nightmare on your part, I hope I can write a fic to make you feel better 💙💙

If you can elaborate a bit more on what you’re asking for, I’ll get right on it for you darling <3

Could you write hc for slash dating a reader with a bump leg like she has to walk with a can and stuff :)

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Headcanons:

Slash being the most accommodating boyfriend to all your needs

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You’d always had a bit of a “trick leg” as you liked to call it. Sometimes you were able to walk on your own, sometimes you needed a cane to get around

When you first met Slash you were on one of your better days, not relying on your aid much. You were too embarrassed about it to mention it to the rocker

Soon enough, Slash kept asking you out on dates and you kept attempting to mask your needs in order to keep Slash around

However, he ended up noticing how you’d favor one leg, walk slower, limp a bit. He found you out

At first you were embarrassed, but Slash was quick to assure you that you were perfect no matter what

He was incredibly accommodating to all your needs, he’d help you in and out of his cars, carry you up long flights of stairs

He was the perfect boyfriend

Slash was able to turn your embarrassment about needing a cane into a fashion statement. He’d help you decorate it in all sorts of fun ways that matched your outfits

When the cold weather came, which always caused your bad leg pain, Slash was by your side, providing all the comfort you needed and more

He was supportive of you in private and public. He wouldn’t allow people to make ableist jabs at you.

You were his perfect girlfriend and nothing would change that

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Hello :) I would love to request an Ace Frehley Fic ! The reader was major popstar at the time. The kiss reunion tour had begun, the reader was asked to be the opener for the tour. The reader and Ace began to start dating. The public didn't like them dating due to Ace reputation and age. (Reader was early 20s) ( Thank you so much. ❤️❤️)

Short Fic:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hi can I make a request on a fanfic of Jon Bon Jovi where he is married to a model/singer and reader is heavily pregnant with their first child and it’s just a soft evening where he is singing new songs to her (slippery when wet era) and it’s just fluff and a lot of pda💕

Short Fic:

Tender evening with Jon doting on his heavily pregnant wife

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Jon was so good to you, really. He was far more than you could’ve possibly asked for. From the moment you two got together, he was incredibly sweet. He’d plan date nights at all your favorite restaurants, buying what you wanted no matter the price. He was always more than happy to splurge when it came to what you wanted.

You two had met at some fancy event. You were a semi-famous model, trying to make a bigger name for yourself. But when you laid eyes on Jon, (or was it vice versa?) you were smitten. Immediately you two had hit it off. At first both your and Jon’s management team thought something was going to go wrong. A messy breakup, some sort of scandal, anything. You two proved them wrong, especially after Jon put a ring on your finger. From then on, it was total bliss. You were more than happy to have Jon by your side. Jon couldn’t believe that he was so lucky to have gotten you as his wife. He was sure to make every second of it count.

You stared a bit too long at a super fluffy blanket? It was yours. Made a comment on those cute shoes? He’s already at the register. Jon loved to spoil you. He loved you, period. And of course, when you stayed in the baby section of clothing stores for a bit too long, he knew he’d have to give you just that.

After finding out about your pregnancy, he was ecstatic. Instantly he was doting on you more (if that was even possible) making sure each of your every needs was met. Jon loved driving you to your doctor appointment, he especially loved seeing all the ultrasound pictures. The movement of the little baby who was both of yours. During bouts of morning sickness, he’d rub your back comfortingly, hold your hair back, everything just to make it a little easier on you.

When it came to buying things for the baby, you and Jon went a bit overboard. He was looking at houses that were big enough to support a kid- and possibly more in the future- while you were purchasing all the cutest little baby clothes. The future baby was more than prepared for.

And now? Things were coming down a bit. Your due date was approaching closer and closer so there wasn’t much you were able to do anymore with your growing belly. Jon had finally found himself some free time from working with the band. After dinner he had helped you bathe and get into bed. Placing a tender kiss on your stomach and to your lips, he got into bed with you, pulling the sheets up close.

He wrapped his arm around you, holding you close to him, “How’re you doing mama?” He said softly, giving you another kiss.

Your hands go up to your belly, a tired smile gracing your face, “As well as they can be, I suppose. Can’t wait for this bugger to get out though.”

Jon smiled, also putting his hands overtop yours, “Yeah. I’d bet.” He paused for a minute, taking in the moment. How we was going to become a father very soon, “Hey sweetie. I’ve been working on some songs for the new album.”

“Really?” You said enthusiastically, “That’s wonderful.”

Jon nods, “Mhm… would you like to hear ‘em?”

“Yeah… yeah I’d like that.” You said with a small nod.

So Jon began to softly sing to you, giving you occasional kisses here and there. After a bite his voice began to relax you and eventually soothed you to sleep. As he felt your body relaxed, he couldn’t help but give you one last kiss and pull your favorite fluffy blanket a bit higher on you.

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A Gift

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

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For: my lovely, @dizzystradlin, a very special person to me.

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

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

That was more than enough for you.

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

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

The silence went on for a few minutes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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You are a spectacular individual, so strong and so incredibly brave. I wish you all the best

Imagine:

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

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Taglist: @being-worthy @tranquilitybasegrunge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I do take requests, it might take me a bit to get to them, but they will be done eventually

Imagine:

You convince your boyfriend, Tom, to try on your lip products

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You’d always been a little jealous of Tom and his pouty lips. They were always so perfect plump- but he wouldn’t ever take care of them! And that annoyed you, graced with such a gift, only to be neglected- which started your barrage of pestering,

Every morning you’d give him kissed and say comment how a little chapstick would do him good. Out at dinner you’d bring up how the lighting would give his lips such a nice shine if he put on a little gloss. At the mall you’d hint how that certain shade of lipstick would complement his complexion so well…

Finally after weeks of badgering, Tom agreed. You were ecstatic. The two of you were sat on the bed, you had this whole array of lip products- which was actually apart of your secret “For Tom” stash. Finally your time had come.

After you applied different colors of lipstick, types of lipglosses, and such- you realized Tom rocked literally everything. And he was liking it too/ you noticed how he’d look into the mirror after every lip combo you tried on him. It honestly made you a little jealous, if you were being honest.

A few days after the fact, you’d notice that Tom’s lips always had a bit of shine. Nothing too extreme, it was subtle, but you too pride in it.

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axl and slash with a s/o who has a resting bitch face hcs?

Thanks for the ask!xo

A/N: I took a bit of creative liberty

Tags: @tranquilitybasegrunge

Headcanons:

Axl and Slash with their significant other who has resting bitch face

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When first meeting, Slash was genuinely a little scared about talking to you because you looked mean

was absolutely flabbergasted to realize you were super friendly

Axl was quick to advance, making teasing comments about you being tough and rude which only confused you

he was incredibly embarrassed to realize that you weren’t actually some rough n’ tough badass chick like he thought

Slash has a really bad habit of thinking that you were mad at him or that you didn’t like the gifts he’d buy you

axl was a lot better about reading how you were actually feeling- he helped slash out more than once

occasionally they’d both be wrong, you found it amusing… sometimes

You never liked the paparazzi positing pictures of you three because several people commented about how “you’re only with them for the money” and “she doesn’t actually love them, look at her expression. She’s not happy”

they always remedied your worries either lots of passionate sex and tender cuddles

axl was never shy about telling the media to stick it where the sun don’t shine when it came to you

slash was better at physically consoling you

Once you were confronted in public by someone who claimed you were manipulating the boys for their money and fame

axl may or may not have thrown a punch that day

safe to say no one tried to steer anything in public again

Slash loved making you smile, be it by telling dumb jokes or impressing you with a new riff. It gave him confirmation that you really were happy, even if he knew better

you tried to make visible efforts to make yourself seem more welcoming

but you were always assured that you were perfect just the way you were

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a fic where slash and reader join the band around the same time, are rivals for a while but slash starts to fall for reader and gets jealous when axl hits on reader and that night is his last straw and confesses

Short Fic:

Despite being rivals since knowing each other, Slash begins to slowly build feelings towards you. His feeling grow until he sees Axl flirting with you

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Slash typically never had an issues with people. Got along with most everyone, made friends easily. That was you came along. Ever since you joined the band he kept feeling like he had to one up everything you did. Slash didn’t really know why, but you just ticked him off. And you, seeing that Slash had something against you for whatever reason, built up resentment towards him as well.

The little scuffles between you two were never enough to really cause much of an issue within the band. Snarky comments here and there, eye rolls, just about anything petty to make each other annoyed. More than once you hid Slash’s top hat and smoked his cigarettes. In return he’d hide all your picks in the most inconvenient places.

As the weeks drug on into months, Slash began noticing a change. A change within himself. In the days you weren’t at practice, he found himself missing your presence. He started to feel guilty when he pulled little pranks on you. He began to be a little nicer, buying you coffee unprompted, helping you move your stuff. It made Slash feel conflicted, why was he feeling so differently? You seemed to be doing just the same.

One morning, while halfway through his third cup of his JD/coffee mix, Slash accepted the fact that he’d developed feeling for you. A crush, if you will. He stared down into the cup, he felt like he was the awkward little kid in middle school again. There was no goddamn way that he was going to tell you- there was absolutely no sign that you even tolerated him, let alone liking him romantically. Plus, rejection would just make things… weird… within the band.

Sighing, while running his hand across his face, he decided he would just do nothing. After all, he was probably just confused. There was no way he actually caught feelings for someone as annoying as you. No way at all… He’d keep messing with your stuff, even if it made him feel bad to watch you frantically look around for whatever it was he hid.

Standing up with a groan, Slash was going to get some more coffee and a lot more Jack Daniels when he heard Axl’s voice in the room over. He furrowed his brows- that bastard was never up this early. Hell, he wasn’t usually ever up this early either- but here they were. Curiosity took over, as far he knew, he was the only one here… besides Axl apparently.

Slash peered around the corner and felt his blood run… cold? Axl was there in the kitchen, but so were you. Being this close, he could tell what was going on. Axl was blatantly flirting with you. He was getting up in your personal space, buttering you up. Praising your skills as musician, commenting on your hard work, mentioning how beautiful you looked that night. And worst of all? You were smiling, a light blush dusted your cheeks as Axl continued to flatter you.

Jealousy coiled in his gut. He realized, a bit belatedly, that he probably had more than just a little crush on you. Slash knew that he should be in Axl’s place. He should be the one calling you beautiful, using god-awful pickup lines. He wanted you to be the one smiling at him. You should be- Slash stopped himself. Maybe he was getting a little too carried away. Drunk- he was probably drunk. But staring at the scene e of you and Axl in the kitchen almost made him feel sick. He was going to regret this. He pushed away from the doorway and turned away.

Yup. He was already regretting it. He turned around again, making his way into the kitchen. Both you and Axl looked up. He was about to greet Slash when he grabbed your arm.

“We’ve gotta talk.” He said, voice more strained than he hoped. Pulling you up from where you were, he practically drug you out of the kitchen- leaving behind a very confused Axl. Your questions went unanswered as Slash pulled you into the next nearest room… which happened to be the bathroom.

“Hey?! What the hell are you doin’?” You asked, utterly confused. What sorta bullshit prank was he trying to pull on you this time? But ask you looked at him, Slash was very obviously averting his gaze, “Slash..? Uhm?”

“Uhh” Slash repeated. He felt awkward… why the did he go into the bathroom of all places?! He licked his lips anxiously, “I gotta talk to you.”

You looked at him skeptically, “Yeah… you told me that. About what though?”

“About…” Slash couldn’t bring himself to say the words. His palms were getting sweaty- he was to to nervous, “Er… uh about you..?”

He didn’t even sound like he was here about what he was saying. You have him a flat look, “About me, huh?”

He nodded, a bit too quickly, “Yeah… mhm. Uhm. Yeah, I’m just, y’know, sorry? For everything.” Slash swallowed a bit harshly, internally cursing himself for acting like a damn twelve year old.

“Sorry?” Your defensive demeanor fell. Sorry? Was he really apologizing for being a jackass?

He nodded again, “Sorry. You’re pretty cool, y’know? I like jammin’ with you… and you’re pretty funny- and pretty in general” He added.

You looked around, expecting some kinda joke. For something to happen. But nope, it was just you, Slash, and the bathroom, “You’re sorry… like really sorry.”

“Really damn sorry. I like you. A lot.” He looked at you, “I mean it… you’re funny. You’re hot, like really fuckin’ hot. I just- I wanna stop actin’ like I don’t like you when I really do, y’know?”

You couldn’t stop that smile that fell upon your lips… this guy, “Yeah? I guess I think you’re pretty cool too.”

Slash seemed surprised to hear that, “Yeah..?- uhm well anyways. I just was gonna tell you-”

You cut him off, “You were jealous weren’t you?” You said with a cheeky grin, “You like me so you didn’t like seen Ax talk o’ with me? Right?”

He felt embarrassed, “I guess you could say that…”

“You aren’t the most observant… are you?” You said slyly, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the lips, “I think I noticed it before you did.”

Slash was confused, but relief flooded his chest as you leaned up to kiss him, “I didn’t notice what..?”

You only rolled your eyes, “I love you, you damn moron” You gave him another kiss, a bit longer than time. Slash was still confused, but he accepted it.

“Yeah… I love you too.”

The rest of that, whatever went down in that bathroom is history. Axl vowed to never use that bathroom again.

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Slash: We lived in a one room studio with holes in the ceiling. We got rained on a lot.

Izzy: Which is good 'cause we had no shower.

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It was silent, but a good kind of silence. It wasn’t tense, it wasn’t heavy, it was just…normal. That’s how it was with Izzy. If he didn’t have to, he wouldn’t talk. Usually you weren’t once for silence, you always had the TV on, cassette player going, anything. You hated the silence.

Izzy made it comforting. He didn’t make the silence feel lonely or empty. You weren’t sure what it was. How he always had that calm, collected aura of cool around him. He brought the cigarette up to his lips, taking a long drag and blowing out the smoke. You watched intently, not saying anything as your own cigarette burned away between your fingers.

He wasn’t like any other rockstars you knew. He wasn’t that outgoing, he wasn’t that crazy, he wasn’t that loud. Izzy was Izzy. Just as north is north and south is south. He finally caught on to your staring, or maybe he already knew, and he was just choosing to acknowledge it now.

You didn’t know. You never knew with him. He looked you up and down, gaze lingering no where in particular. Without another glance, he turned his gaze back out the window. And there you were, back to complete silence. And it stayed that way for a few long minutes.

“You even gonna smoke that cig?”

You almost jumped, not expecting to hear his lazy drawl. Looking down at your cigarette, most of it burned away, you thought. You didn’t like smoking. The taste always made you feel sick. You don’t even know why you started, maybe because Izzy did. And what a pathetic reason that was. Staring the offending cigarette down, you bit the bullet and took a hit anyways.

You didn’t reply, and neither did he.

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Probably only for James, I don’t know much about other Metallica members