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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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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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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

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𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛. 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛-𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔-𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔

𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏- 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜. 𝚒 𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝- 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔. 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜

𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔/𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕

𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝. 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎

𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎 (𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜)

𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚗𝚛

𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑

𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢

𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜- 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

Imagine:

Late nights smoking with Izzy

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

thanks for the ask 💙 xoxo

Imagine:

Slash drunkenly calls you to profess his love a second time



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

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

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

The phone rang.

One.

Twice.

You picked it up before the third.

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

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

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

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

You still didn’t reply.

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

You still kept your silence.

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

Finally, you spoke back.

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

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

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

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

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

You hear a meow outside your door.

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

Imagine:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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