Imagine:

We got rained on a lot. Which is good 'cause we had no shower.

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Axl Rose, 24: "There's a lot of violence in the world. That's the environment we live in and we like to show what we live in rather than hide it and act like everything is nice and sugary.

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.

“The West Hollywood sheriffs have got to be the biggest fucking pigfaces I’ve ever known. They know our name, too, because of all the things that have happened.” - Izzy

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Next to nothing at all

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

Imagine:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Imagine:

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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Imagine:

Slash comes home to you after a performance

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𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚡𝚘𝚡𝚘

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

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

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

“Mm… Missed ya” he mumbled softly.

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

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

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

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