I Wish He Was My Boyfrienddddd, I Wish He Was My Boyfrienddddd 🤍

can you make a masterlist 😓🫶🏻

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

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

would you write for metallica?

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

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

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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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I do take requests xoxo

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

𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 "𝚋𝚞𝚖" 𝚊𝚗𝚍 "𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎" 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐- 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚡𝚘𝚡𝚘

Tags: @tranquilitybasegrunge

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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I do take requests <3

Go to my pinned under my masterlist for more info

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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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I do take requests, check my pinned and under Masterlist for more info

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

thanks for the ask 💙 xoxo

Imagine:

Slash drunkenly calls you to profess his love a second time



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

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

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

The phone rang.

One.

Twice.

You picked it up before the third.

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

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

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

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

You still didn’t reply.

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

You still kept your silence.

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

Finally, you spoke back.

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

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

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

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

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

You hear a meow outside your door.

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Imagine:

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

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Taglist: @being-worthy @tranquilitybasegrunge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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