#slash hudson fluff

[aishnico]

#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]

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.”

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

[groupiewhoreee]

Thinking about fluffy Izzy, maybe a fic where he asks you to marry him?:)

Fallen Angel

pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Fem!Reader

warnings: none! just fluffy stuff :)

summary: in request by a lovely anon <3

It was a lovely, warm, and early morning. At a "Private" beach in Los Angeles, California. The sun beat down on the members of Guns N Roses. Izzy thought it would be a good idea to take time off at a private beach, just for fun. Little did you know, he was going to ask you to marry him, but you had no idea. Duff McKagan and Steven Adler were in the water, splashing together and tossing a beach ball across to each other, while it would soon deflate. Axl and Slash were sitting on the beach chairs, drinking alcohol, and then you and Izzy were making a sand castle together on the beach. You had a clump full of sand in your hand, and your tossed it onto the sand castle. Izzy was trying to make shapes in the sand to give the castle designs. "Maybe we could add like hearts in the castle?" You suggested. Izzy shrugged, "Whatever you want baby. I feel like a kid again," Izzy chuckled lightheartedly, now carving hearts in the castle with a stick he originally stepped on. "Wanna go in the water now? Get the sand off?" Izzy offered. You nodded, "Sure, Honey." You agreed. You got up, and Izzy took your hand and ran with you to the water, splashing in it. Izzy couldn't help but smile at you. Steven and Duff looked over at you, "Aw, look, the two love-birds," Duff teased. Izzy rolled his eyes at him. Steven tossed the ball at you, and you caught it, a light laugh leaving your mouth. You threw the ball back at him, and Steven passed it to Duff. Izzy swam towards you and left a kiss on your lips. "I love you so much, Y/N. Your so beautiful." He smiled to you, and you kissed him back. "Aw, thank you babe. I love you so much, too. Your very handsome, I couldn't ever choose someone else over you," You giggled. "You want to go back to shore?" Izzy asked. You nodded and swam back to shore with him, well, more like walking. Izzy held your hand and took you over to the side, but he grabbed something out of his bag, and hid it from you. You smiled at him, but you noticed him get down on one knee.

"Izzy? Wh-" You asked, and he cut you off. "-Y/N, I don't know how to ask this, but will you- will you marry me?" Izzy asked nervously. You gasped, your hands flew on over your mouth. You couldn't help but cry, "Yes, Yes- oh my god, yes! I'll marry you!" You cried out. Izzy smiled and you took one of ur hands away and held it out. Izzy placed the beautiful, diamond ring (of your choice) on your finger. Your lips curled up into an eager smile, and Izzy went and picked you up into a hug, and swung you into a twirl around. "I love you so much, Y/N." He smiled happily, and put you down, his hands trailed to your hips, resting his hands there. "I love you so much too, Izzy." You said, a happy tear streaming down your cheek.

#request #anon <3 #guns n roses #duff gnr #izzy gnr #steven adler #axl gnr #izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin fluff #axl rose #duff mckagan #slash gnr #saul hudson #slash hudson #fluffy #fluff

[duffslut]

Don't touch my hair!

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 292

Warnings: Fluff!

Slash was lying on the bed with his head resting in your lap, it was one of the rare moments when he was distracted enough to allow you to run your hands through the curls of his hair.

Your fingers caressed his hair until you got distracted and pulled a strand a little too hard.

- Damn it! Are you fucking trying to kill me? - Slash asked, abruptly lifting his head from your lap.

- Nooo. - You apologized, trying to go after your boyfriend but he sat sullenly on the bed. - I'm sorry baby. - You whispered in his ear. - You don't need to be mad.

Slash whined like a spoiled baby, crossing his arms and pulling away from you every time you tried to get close to him. You muttered a curse to yourself, it sounded silly but you were obsessed with your boyfriend's hair, and he was too vain of it to let anyone run a hand through his soft, fragrant curls.

  He kept his features straight and his brows furrowed, not moving.

- I'll take care of it. - You said, and then you give Slash a careful peck on the head, as if to heal a wound. - Tell me where it hurts. - You asked, getting closer and closer to him carefully.

Slash put his hand on his head, where you had accidentally pulled his hair, he made a sly pout and you nodded, saying nothing, just running your fingers through his hair more carefully than ever and whispering some sweet words in your boyfriend's ear, who little by little, seemed to be relaxed again.

- Come baby, lay down here. -You said, asking Slash to rest his head on your thighs again, and he did. - I love taking care of you, my spoiled kitty.

#slash #saul hudson #slash fanfic #slash fanfiction #slash imagine #slash imagines #slash fanfics #slash smut #slash gnr #slash one shots #slash headcanon #slash fluff #slash oneshot #slash prompts #slash stories #slash x reader #slash x you #slash x y/n #guns n roses #axl rose #duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #gnr #x reader #smut #x you #guns n' roses

[rockthingsbymeg]

Cupcake

Pairing: Slash | Saul Hudson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Small, domestic moment with Slash

Info/TW:  Based on Slash's birthday post for Meegan where he calls her cupcake; Fluff and brief smut [fingering and handjob]; 1728 words

AN: I have requests to get to, and longer stories I still want to work on, but I couldn't help myself from writing this silly one-shot. Opportunity was too good to pass up. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Y/N fiddled with her home keys outside the door to her dingy apartment, the weight of the day pulling down her eyelids and slowing down even the most common tasks. Her shoulders were stiff and she reeked of booze and sweat from the bar she worked at all day, and all she wanted was to get inside, take a shower and let the water wash away her soreness.

Truth to be told, what she really wanted was her boyfriend to cuddle with her on a couch with a movie in the background, but she knew it was very unlikely he was home. He tended to be out with his band, partying, and whenever she could she would join, but tonight was definitely not one of those times.

As the door finally unlocked and allowed her in, Y/N sighed in relief as she stepped inside, muffling out the slightest bit of the busy L.A. traffic.

When she closed the door behind herself, however, Y/N stopped in her tracks, the sight of an unopened pizza box on her counter waiting for her, and the sound of her speakers, although as low as it possibly could, playing an old Aerosmith record.

A smile instantly overtook her tired face as she quickly hung her coat in the small rack, took off her sneakers, and made her way to her bedroom, gently pushing the ajar door fully open and stepping in.

"I thought you'd be out with the guys." She said with a wide smile clear in her voice, kneeling on the bed and crawling all the way up to her boyfriend's lap, who had a magazine serving as a base for a paper he was drawing on.

Slash was quick to drop the sketch aside to warmly welcome his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a quick kiss at the base of her neck, before switching to a longer, passionate one on her lips.

He pulled away after a bit, smiling back at her as he stroked her lower back with open palms. "Didn't feel like going out. I wanted to be with you."

Y/N's heart swelled and melted all at once inside her chest at his words and soft tone, reaching her hands to the base of his scalp and carding them through his hair, letting her nails scrape him gently as she leaned in for another kiss.

"Come shower with me? I wanna get the smell of sweat and booze off of me." She offered, leaning back as she broke the kiss and stared into Slash's dark eyes.

Slash nodded rather than answering with words, and wrapped his arms tight around her waist, sliding to the edge of the bed and lifting her up with him. Y/N was quick to help and wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers still gently scraping and rubbing his scalp.

Slash was quick and careful to get her to the small bathroom they shared, setting her down on the sink counter and turning away to get the water warming up.

Y/N managed to take off her shirt before Slash's arms were around her again and he was kissing her, hands now further up on her back, doing a quick work of her bra and dropping it to the floor.

He pulled her to the edge of the sink, keeping their bodies as close as he could, loving the way her skin felt against his just as much as she did. Slash let his mouth leave hers and travel down her neck, settling for the sensitive spot at the crook of her neck, kissing and gently sucking on it.

Y/N allowed herself to relax and lean her head back, although her hands stayed busy as they undid the laces on Slash's leather pants, pulling them down as the knots loosened, and letting her hands stroke the unusually soft skin of his hips.

As steam began clouding the bathroom around them, Y/N slid herself off the counter, feeling Slash's hands immediately take the lead and undo her jeans. He kneeled down as he pulled them off, kissing his way down her body, dark eyes glistening from under his wild curls.

Her underwear followed suit, and despite what Y/N originally thought, Slash didn't hold her back any longer, guiding her under the shower's hot stream of water, following closely after his own pants were off.

He pulled the curtain behind himself as Y/N reached for the shampoo, dropping some on her hands and taking them to her head.

She felt Slash lean over her and reach for the soap bar, lathering up his hands before he began rubbing them across her body, gently massaging her muscles and helping her relax more quickly.

She didn't pay it much mind at first, as it was not the first time they did this, but when she felt Slash's hand come to a stop on the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs, she couldn't help the smirk on her lips, feeling his hot breath mingling with hers in what she knew was a smirk as well.

"You really were keeping things too innocent." Y/N teased, not resisting the urge to gently rub her hips back and forth, making his finger drag through her folds.

Slash placed his free hand on her hip, rubbing his thumb in circles. "I don't know what you're talking about." He teased back, dropping a kiss to her lips and playfully nibbling her lower lip.

"Sure you don't." Y/N said as she let the water meet her hair again, washing away the shampoo as Slash's hand continued working.

She opened her eyes as the water ran down her hair, looking into Slash's. He eyed her hungrily, yet lovingly, and she could never get enough of that look, one he gave her so often when they were together.

His fingers were relentless but didn't lose the softness which they had touched her with so far. He was rubbing long, slow circles on her clit, feeling her arousal slowly mixing with the water running down their bodies.

Y/N eventually let her eyes slip closed again, letting her head tilt back and losing herself in the rough, calloused fingers pleasuring her. She brought her arms up and around his neck, bringing their bodies closer and giving herself more stability, leaning her weight on Slash's body and feeling his pace pick up.

His name slipped past her lips, drawn out and heavy with pleasure as it reached his ears, and Slash used the moment her body went compliant under his touch to push her up against the shower wall, capturing her mouth to swallow the gasp from the cold wall meeting her back.

She offered no resistance as he touched and moved her as he pleased, simply letting herself savor his touch. Her own hand came into play as well, moving down to wrap around his hardened dick and slowly stroking it up and down, her grip just tight enough the way he liked it.

As Slash pulled away from the kiss and was about to pull her back on his arms so he could keep her pressed against the shower wall, a loud grumble resonated in the bathroom, straight from her belly.

Y/N's head tilted down to stare at her own stomach in surprise and betrayal, while Slash couldn't stop himself from chuckling. "How about we carry this out after dinner? Got you your favorite pizza and it might still be a bit warm."

Despite how amazing Slash's hands on her were feeling, Y/N couldn't deny how good pizza sounded. Especially not with her stomach growling like that.

"I think that may be a good call." She chuckled as well, giving him one last kiss.

Y/N moved back under the water stream and made sure all soap was out of her body, while Slash quickly washed as well and did the same.

Y/N grabbed herself a towel and wrapped it around her body, stepping out of the shower and doing quick work of drying off. She wrapped another towel around her hair, a smaller one, and sat on the counter as Slash turned off the water and dried himself off as well.

Once he was finished, Y/N put her hand on his and led him to the kitchen, where they took the pizza box before moving to the living room.

Slash turned on MTV as they prepared to eat, Y/N already grabbing a slice and laying back, while he did the same and laid with his back to her, head resting on her chest, so he could easily peer up at her.

Y/N groaned at the first bite, her stomach once again rumbling. "This shit's so good..."

Slash chuckled at her visible delight and began eating his own slice, his left hand resting on her thigh, sliding through the skin that the towel failed to hide.

Y/N's free hand rested on his wild curls, nails scratching the top of his head softly as they relaxed together.

They ate the rest of the pizza in silence, entertained by the cuddles and whatever MTV was playing.

As Y/N finished the last slice, she gently prompted Slash to turn to her, offering him a soft peck on the lips. "Thanks for this, baby."

Slash smiled warmly down at her, his hands still caressing her legs gently. "You're welcome, cupcake."

The nickname took Y/N by surprise, and she couldn't help the chuckle that slipped off her lips. "Cupcake?"

Slash's face took less than a second to start turning red, his eyes turning away from hers and one of his hands moving to the hem of her towel, fidgeting with a loose string. "Well- it's just-"

Y/N gently shushed him off with a kiss, not wanting him to feel bad for the nickname. "I like it, baby, don't worry." She assured him with a soft stroke to the cheek. "Just took me by surprise, it's all."

Slash leaned up to hide his face on the crook of her neck, his cheeks still warm with embarrassment, but calmer and no longer doubting his words. "I'm glad..." Was all he said before his lips met her skin, tender but once again hungry, inhaling the smell of her freshly showered skin.

Y/N leaned her head back, relaxing in her safe heaven, thanking her lucky stars once more for putting Slash in her life.

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You're My Pillow | Slash x Reader Fanfic (Guns N Roses)

A03 link <3

Summary: You use Slash as a pillow, that's it. This takes in place in The Spaghetti Incident? era and it's a gender neutral x reader.

Word Count: 325

A/N: This story is pretty short, sorry.

This is all in your perspective or (Y/N)'s P.O.V

I was in Slash's bedroom, chilling with Slash. Slash wearing no shirt and just pajama pants, while I was wearing my pajamas. We both were sitting next to each other on the king sized bed, laying on our backs. The blankets on the floor instead on the bed or us because we didn't feel like using the blankets. The TV was playing in the background so we don't have to suffer in silence.

Slash was resting his head on a pillow, I wasn't. "(Y/N), are you going to sleep on the pillows?" Slash pointed at the five pillows that were on the floor. I don't like using those pillows, they're uncomfortable. "I don't wanna lay on the pillows." I said. He looked at me confused. I crawled over to him. I laid my head on his stomach. I was laying horizontally instead of vertically. "I wanna lay on you." I said happily. I would rather lay on Slash than the pillows we have. My hands were cupped together, little over on my stomach. "O-Ok." Slash blushed a little. I feel so relaxed and comfortable laying on Slash like this. He doesn't seem to mind at all. The cold air flowing in this room is making this better. I felt Slash moving, he was sitting up. I didn't move, I was still laying my head on his stomach. Slash started to run his fingers through my long hair and play with my hair a little. I didn't like it, it felt weird. "Slash, stop." I laughed a little. I hit his hands lightly and put my hands back on my stomach. He put his hands back on my hair. "Come on, you have a lot of hair." He said. He has a point. He went back to touching my hair. I didn't do anything this time. I just let him do whatever with my hair.

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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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Christmas 2023 Part 2: Marked for Later

And here's part two of the Christmas Fic list for this year! Please make sure you check out the lists below for previous Christmas lists! Don't hesitate to add your own recent Christmas and NYE fics below! All will be added on subsequent reblogs! :D

Merry Christmas!

[PART ONE]

See also:

Christmas Fics (Dec. 2017)

Christmas: Oblivious That One or The Other is In a Relationship

Christmas 2019 Part 1 (All Bookmarks XMas and New Years)

Christmas 2019 Part 2 (Marked for Later)

G / T / K+ Rated Christmas Fics (Dec. 2018) (Updated Dec 2021)

Community Recs: Christmas 2020 (Updated Dec 2021)

Christmas Trees / Decorating

Christmas-Time Love Confessions

New Year’s Fics (Jan 2023)

Christmas & New Year's Eve 2023 Pt. 1: Bookmarks & WiPs

Not a Word by notjustmom (NR, 114 w., 1 Ch. || Dancing, Christmas) – Just them dancing in Baker Street.

Big question! The Gift by AnAnYaH (G, 508 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Love Confessions, Dialogue Only, Fluff) – Christmas is not far and John has plans for a perfect gift for his little daughter.

Costumes for Christmas by AnAnYaH (G, 518 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas Fluff, First Time, Costume Kink, Christmas Party) – It's a costume party , and Sherlock is late.

Deck the Halls However You See Fit by Yuliares (G, 752 w., 1 Ch. || Canon Divergence, Developing Relationship, Asexual Sherlock, Holiday Fluff, Mary Ships It) – Relaxed domestic holiday fluff. In a nebulous future where John and Mary move in downstairs after Mrs. Hudson retires, the gang preps for their annual Christmas party in 221B Baker Street.

Something red, something green, something sparkly by Silvergirl (M, 1,106 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Christmas, Texting, Impending Desperation, Gift Shopping) – If you can't solve a puzzle yourself, ask the experts. Of course, the experts may be utterly useless ... until they aren't.

The Man in Aisle Ten by standbygo (G, 1,395 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Christmas, Shopping, Gifts, Original Female Character POV) – It's Christmas Eve, the busiest day for shopping at Harrod's, and there's a guy in aisle ten who's snapping at every sales associate who dares to approach him. It's up to Moira to help him find the perfect present. [TRANSLATIONS: Русский || 中国] 

221B's Christmas Tree by SatanDrankMyCoffee (G, 1,634 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Fluff, Bratty Sherlock, Domestics, Decorations) – One of the staples of most people's holiday season is decorating the tree; John and Sherlock are no exception.

Mistletoe is a Parasite by Breath4Soul (M, 1,896 w, 1 Ch. || Christmas Party, First Kiss, Mistletoe, Drinking, Dom/Sub Undertones) – It’s Christmas and after some interesting revelations at Molly Hooper's holiday party, Sherlock takes his cue from Mistletoe to take matters into his own hands. Mistletoe attaches, penetrates and absorbs... turns out that is right up Sherlock's alley...

A Little Christmas Spirit by Berty (E, 2,077 w., 1 Ch. || POV Sherlock, First Time, Blow Jobs, Christmas Fluff, Canon Divergence) – Sherlock should really learn NOT to tune John out when he's talking. He might just be missing something important.

Snap, Crackle, Pop by Call_Me_Clarence (G, 2,243 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, New Year’s Party, Panic Attacks, PTSD / Flashbacks, Dissociation, Cuddling, Caring Sherlock, Christmas Crackers) – John has a flashback during a New Years party. Sherlock tries his best to help.

Home For Christmas? by Bluebellstar (T, 2,572 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Canon, Pre-ASiP, Captain John, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Sad Sherlock, Big Brother Mycroft, Soft Mycroft, Established Relationship) – Sherlock Holmes wants one thing for Christmas. The one thing he knows he cannot have. He wants John Watson back from Afghanistan. But with John's leave unexpectedly cancelled, Sherlock has to spend another Christmas alone. Part 3 of the Christmas at 221B series

The Christmas Dragon by eragon19 (M, 2,615 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Love Confessions, Fluff, Presents) – Sherlock needs to find the perfect gift for John. Luckily a toy in a shop window gives him an idea. Part 9 of the Prompt Fills series

The Joye of Snacks by khorazir (T, 3,373 w. 1 Ch. || Christmas, Baking, Domesticity, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Banter) – Christmas is approaching, and Sherlock surprises John with newly acquired culinary skills. John, in turn, simply ... surprises Sherlock.

The Romance Was There by apliddell (G, 4,011 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post S3, Post Mary, Christmas, Domestics, Villain Mary, Platonic Bedsharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Angst, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Love Letters) – In which Sherlock reveals his merits as a housekeeper, and a few other things, too.

Shrivelfigs by lifespossible (T, 4,547 w., 1 Ch. || Teen Harry Potter AU || Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Fluff) – John and Sherlock were not a couple, ta very much. They were friends--close friends, best friends. But that was it. Just friends. If you asked John, he’d assure you that was the case. But if you got him on the right side of a couple firewhiskies, well, he might be inclined to tell you he thought it was a damn shame they were only best friends.

Crossing Paths by prettysailorsoldier (T, 5,346 w., 1 Ch. || Uni/Teenlock Coffee Shop AU || Crosswords, Christmas, Fluff) – It seemed like a great idea, a 24-hour coffee shop near a thriving university campus, but, when everyone goes home for the holidays, John finds himself trapped in a ghost town, wiling away the hours of the overnight shift any way he can. Of course, that gets a whole lot easier when a handsome insomniac starts making regular visits, and, somewhere between the case files, crossword puzzles, and copious amounts of coffee, John discovers he doesn't mind the late shift so much after all.

The Unexpected Exchange by testosterone_tea (E, 5,703 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Secret Santa, Vibrators, Masturbation, Love Confessions, Intercrural Sex, Bisexual John, Demisexual Sherlock, Fluff) – When Sherlock is made to participate in the Yard's Secret Santa exchange, he knew it would be a disaster. But even he didn't expect how much of a disaster it would be.

A Smart-Arse Consulting Detective Is For Life, Not Just For Christmas by Berty (T, 5,788 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Friends To Lovers, Trapped, Fluff, Grumpy John, Pining Sherlock, Sharing Body Heat, First Kiss, Frottage, Cold Weather) – So here they sit. Glaring at each other. Locked in an unheated, block-built tack room on a remote farm in Suffolk. With no mobile coverage. On Christmas Eve. Sherlock's definitely NOT on the 'nice' list this year.

If I Knew You Were Coming (I'd Have Baked a Cake) by standbygo (T, 5,850 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Christmas, Fluff, Baking, GBBO References, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Bed, Cooking) – John and Sherlock aren't quite sure how they agreed to hold a Great British Bake Off competition... There will be decorative bread, misuse of the French language, terrible mispronunciation of German words, fluff, bed sharing, and profiteroles.

Such a Clatter by ArwaMachine (E, 6,183 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Anal Sex/Fingering, PWP, Toplock, Fluff, Hand Jobs) – Christmas is boring, and the guest bed in Mummy and Father Holmes’ cottage is far too loud for Sherlock and John to have any proper fun. Whatever is to be done?

Coup de Foudre by prettysailorsoldier (T, 6,446 w., 1 Ch. || Teenager/University AU || Alternate First Meeting, Skiing, Winter, Sherlock Speaks French, Christmas Fluff) – When John and his friends decide to blow off some steam after finals with a holiday to the Swiss Alps, he's expecting a week of roaring fires, hot chocolate, and snow as far as the eye can see. He is not expecting to fall head over heels for a fellow guest--a young Frenchman known only as "Blue Scarf"--but John's not one to let a little language barrier get in the way, and, with the help of Google Translate, it might just be a Christmas to remember after all. Part 7 of 25 Days of Johnlock

All I Want for Christmas (is Proof) by Raina_at (E, 6,471 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas Fluff, Porn Without Plot, Christmas Party, Gay Club, Costume Party, Mistletoe, First Time, Hand Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Crack and Humour, Blow Jobs, Undercover for a Case) – John has been ridiculously in love with Sherlock for a while now, but he doesn't want to rock the boat if his interest isn't returned. Their newest case might be the catalyst they need to finally figure out whether they're on the same page. Or: Sherlock and John go undercover at a Christmas party in a gay club. In costume. Things... escalate.

That Time of Year by JRow (T, 6,717 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Christmas, Fluff, Misunderstandings, Presents, First Kiss, Confessions, Rosie) – It's Christmas Eve. The tree is decorated, the mince pies are out, and Rosie is fast asleep. Flipping his mobile in his hand, John wonders what Sherlock is doing. Then he wonders, not for the first time, what it means that Sherlock is never far from his mind. Before he can stop himself, John hits the call button.

The World In Solemn Stillness Lay by J_Baillier (T, 6,855 w., 2 Ch. || Post-S4, Christmas, Angst, Medical Conditions, Big Brother Mycroft, Friends to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Miscommunication, Family Issues) – Rosie's first Christmas without her mother is approaching fast, and John isn't coping well with the pressures of being a single parent. Can Sherlock scrape his new family back together?

Cross My Heart (And Hope To Die) by prettysailorsoldier (M, 7,306 w., 1 Ch. || University AU || Puppies, Miscommunication, Blow Jobs, Shower Sex, Christmas, Happy Ending) – When John starts acting suspicious in the run up to Christmas, lying about being at work and taking secret phone calls in the bathroom, Sherlock comes to seemingly the only conclusion, that John must be cheating on him. Unwilling to confront him, and apparently unable to make him stay, Sherlock does the only thing he can: leave before he is left. That is, until an unlikely phone call on Christmas Eve turns everything on its head... Part 11 of the 25 Days of Johnlock series

The Deepest Secret Nobody Knows by Raina_at (E, 7,568 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Christmas Party, Stuck in an Elevator, Light Angst, Semi-Public Sex) – Sherlock is back from the dead. Now all he has to do is get back his Blogger.

of midnight moments and mistletoe by hudders-and-hiddles (M, 7,669 w., 4 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Christmas, First Kiss, Fluff, Mistletoe, Snow) – John and Sherlock are throwing a Christmas Eve party, and the flat is all strung up with mistletoe.

Darkness reigns at the foot of a lighthouse by saintscully (E, 7,682 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Missing Scene, POV Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Light Dom/Sub, Angry Sex, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse, Infidelity, Angst and Feels, Implied Suicidal Ideation, Unhappy Ending) – Why John went back to Mary that Christmas.

The Way Home by Calais_Reno (M, 7,702 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting AU || Christmas, Post-PTSD, Injury Recovery, Meeting the Parents, Coming Home, Past Drug Addiction, Developing Relationship, Moving in Together, Falling in Love, POV Sherlock Third Person) – It's Christmas Eve, and Sherlock's landlord has evicted him due to a little misunderstanding about a very small explosion that really only burned the curtains. Mrs Hudson isn't willing to let him move into 221B until after the holiday. He's left with only one alternative: go home. Spend Christmas with his family. On the train, he meets someone who might just be having an even worse holiday. Part 32 of Just Johnlock

Only Friends by HollyShadow88 (E, 7,514 w., 2 Ch. || University AU || Accidental Voyeurism, Christmas / New Year's, Light Angst, Embarrassed John / Sherlock, Roommates, Alternate First Meeting, Anal Fingering/Sex, Affection, Topping from the Bottom, Enthusiastic Consent, Sex Tapes, Student John / Sherlock, Blow Jobs) – John Watson is assigned Sherlock Holmes as his new roommate when he is transferred to his university. Only problem is, Sherlock's hot, and John has to work around his growing feelings for him while also secretly paying for school with an OnlyFans page. With the end of the term approaching, an accidental discovery changes their relationship.

Dear Sherlock by by Tara Laurel (T, 7,729 w., 3 Ch. || Post-TRF, Reunion, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Christmas) – "John was happy. Too happy. Of course Sherlock preferred to see his friend in good spirits, especially after the cloud of depression that had hung over him the past weeks, but this was simply maddening." John's got a serious case of Christmas spirit, but is there something serious hidden behind it - something that surprises & saddens a self-proclaimed sociopath? 

Winning a Lost Bet by meet_me_in_samarra (M, 8,214 w., 2 Ch. || Christmas, Pole Dancing, Established Relationship, Costumes, Glitter, Muscular John, Sexy Sherlock, The Yard) – A lost bet makes Sherlock and John perform a pole-dance in costumes at the Yard´s Christmas party. It was supposed to be humiliating but instead the couple nailed it.

Pardon my French by archea2 (E, 8,232 w., 3 Ch. || Christmas, Fluff, Language Kink, Voice Kink, John in Afghanistan, Fever, Drunk Sherlock, Paternal Lestrade, Clothed Sex, Drunken Confessions, Humour) – Sherlock's closet Jekyll resurfaces when he's drunk, making him tender, earnest and extremely talkative with John. It's all fine with John - or would be, if Sherlock's Subconscious bloody let him speak English on these occasions.

Spell It Out by prettysailorsoldier (M, 8,344 w., 1 Ch. || Harry Potter Fusion || Teenlock, Christmas, Love Potion/Spell, Pining Sherlock) – Remaining at Hogwarts over break has become something of a tradition for Sherlock and John, staying behind together ever since their very first year, but, when Irene throws a gift of doctored coconut ice into the mix, plans quickly change, even if John doesn't. Part 6 of 25 Days of Johnlock

Tomorrow by Berty (M, 9,517, 1 Ch. ||PODFIC AVAILABLE || Magical Realism AU || Canon Divergence, Christmas, Hurt/Comfort, Spells and Enchantments, Married John/Mary, Difficult Decisions, Fluff and Angst, Spells and Enchantments) – The night before they travel to Dorset to spend Christmas with Sherlock's parents and John's wife, 221 Baker Street is peaceful with the smell of baking, flickering candles and presents under the tree. But Father Christmas can't be relied upon to bring the boys their heart's desires. Just as well Mrs Hudson - who is NOT a fairy godmother OR their housekeeper, thank you very much - is so good at her job.

Hot Chocolate by ohlooktheresabee (G, 10,756 w., 2 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post S4, POV John, Idiots in Love, Christmas Fluff, Developing Relationship, Sherlock’s Heart, Affection, Falling in Love, Past Child Abuse, Light Angst with Happy Ending) – With Sherrinford but a distant memory, Christmas season approaches and John Watson is not in the mood. His friend and flatmate Sherlock disappears for a week, leaving him behind again, and John doesn’t think that things can get any worse. However, with a little help from their friends, he might finally start seeing the reasons to enjoy this Christmas after all... 

no man is a failure by blueink3 (T, 10,836 w., 1 Ch. || It’s a Wonderful Life AU || Christmas, Whump, Suicidal Ideology, Angst with Happy Ending, Familly, Hurt/Comfort) – “John, you’re talking to a dead girl on Christmas Eve in the middle of the Golden Jubilee Bridge. When I say, ‘perk of the job,’ the definition is vast.” She opens her hands in front of her and gives a tiny bow. “Congratulations, it’s December the 24th, 2016 and you, John Hamish Watson, have never been born.”

The Time Being by prettysailorsoldier (M, 11,008 w., 1 Ch. || University AU || John in Afghanistan, Victor Trevor, Time Skips, Poetry, Goodbyes, Christmas, Fluff, Drug Use, Angst with Happy Ending) – When Sherlock sends John off from King's Cross the day before Christmas Eve, he can't bear the thought that it's really goodbye, no matter how much John insists a clean break is best, so he suggests a compromise: Meeting up in that same place 7 years later. What follows are snapshots of the next seven Christmases, chronicling the changes in each man's life, but just because they're growing separately, doesn't mean they're growing apart. Part 3 of 25 Days of Johnlock

A Tale of Two Soldiers by batslikepastel (T, 14,136 w., 5 Ch. || S4 Fix It, Jealous Sherlock, Misunderstandings, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Developing Relationship, Cuddling / Snuggling, First Kiss, Stress Baking, Domestic Fluff) – It's Christmas, and Sherlock and John are finally flatmates again after the tumultuous events of the previous year. But a sudden revelation about John's sexuality and James Sholto's unexpected presence throw a wrench into Sherlock's plans, and his jealousy threatens to overwhelm him even as John remains blithely oblivious. Their relationship has reached a turning point, and the ball is in John's court now.

Silent Night by khorazir (M, 15,060 w., 1 Ch. || Codebreaker / WWII / Imitation Game-Inspired AU || Care Fic, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dev. Rel., Reunion, PTSD John, Christmas) – It’s Christmas Eve 1944, and Sherlock Holmes has received his most precious gift already: after a long, dangerous deployment, Surgeon Captain John Watson of the Royal Navy has unexpectedly returned from the front. As if this weren’t enough, there’s a case. Both events make for a night full of promise, excitement, and the difficult task of getting reacquainted with the man Sherlock hasn’t seen in three years and feared he’d lost forever. Part 2 of Enigma

A Story That Is Almost, But Not Quite, Entirely Unlike Blue Carbuncle by Iwantthatcoat (M, 16,468 w., 10 Ch. || Blue Carbuncle Adaptation, Holmes Parents, Christmas) – It’s the most wonderful time of the year, and the Holmes Family is all set to have one of those unimaginable Christmas dinners— but the game is afoot, as Mummy’s friend is caught up in a Christmas mystery.

The Secret of Hazel Grange by SilentAuror (E, 18,153 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Christmas, COVID-19 / Pandemic, POV Sherlock) – John has a secret, and Sherlock is bothered. Trapped together at Baker Street during the lockdown, the tension only grows worse as Christmas draws nearer...

Serendipity by Calais_Reno (T, 18,222 w., 3 Ch. || Serendipity Fusion || Christmas, Romance, Coincidences, First Meetings, Misunderstandings, New York City, Fate and Destiny) – A bit of New York Christmas fluff, based on the 2001 movie.

Breaking Christmas by MissDavis (M, 18,606 w., 18 Ch. || Christmas, Established Relationship, Fluff, Nipple Piercing, Ficlets, No Angst) – Join me in some established relationship Johnlock as I attempt to make Sherlock and John participate in some Seasonal Fucking Cheer.

Welcome Christmas by MissDavis (T, 18,774 w., 24 Ch || Post S4, Christmas, Winter, Parenthood, Canon Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Bed Sharing, First Kiss) – Join John and Sherlock at Baker Street as they celebrate Rosie's first Christmas and beyond. From Rosie crawling around the flat as they tiptoe around each other en route to their first kiss, to a happy retirement with a young grandson who wants to be just like Grandad and Papa, this fic shows how Sherlock and John celebrate Christmas together through the years. 

Mistletoe and Misdemeanours by Robottko (T, 20,738 w., 12 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || Christmas, Fake Relationship, Coffee Shops, Victor Trevor, First Kiss, Holmes Family, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Family Drama, Kidnapping) – When Victor Trevor backs out of the Holmes family Christmas at the last minute, Sherlock panics because he has no way to impress his parents. Thankfully there is a handsome army doctor with nowhere to go in his coffee shop, though it would be more helpful if he were a bit more willing.

High Mountain Tea Leaves by disfictional (E, 23,207 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TFP, TD-12, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Travel, Case Fic, Miscommunication, Shower Sex, Masturbation, Chinese Language, New Year’s Kiss, Toplock) – A mountaintop robbery on a Japanese-occupation-era train where the only item stolen was a small case of mysterious tea leaves in a backpack? An ideal Christmas gift, two days late. Sherlock convinces John to travel for tea.

Danger Nights by khorazir (T, 23,591 w., 3 Ch. || Post-TLD, Friends to Lovers, Mentioned Parentlock, Pining, First Kiss/Time, Winter, Folklore, Wales, Spooky Elements, Bed Sharing, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Spooky Elements) – According to folklore, the nights between Christmas and Twelfth Night are the most dangerous of the year. During them, the Wild Hunt rides, and ghosts and demons come out to haunt unsuspecting and misbehaving folk. An investigation of a series of strange occurrences leads John and Sherlock to Hay-on-Wye on the Welsh Marches, to face ghosts weird and ancient as well as close and personal – and perhaps to start the new year on a more hopeful note than the previous one.

All Roads Lead Home at Christmas by reveling_in_mayhem (T, 25,709 w., 24 Ch. || Post TRF, Christmas, Happy Ending) – Perhaps Christmas could truly be a time for miracles, for some. But John didn't believe in miracles. Not anymore.

Sherlock Holmes & The Mysterious Ex by Gatergirl79 (M, 27,942 w., 16 Ch. || Family, Romance, Holmes Family) – Sherlock and John are forced to spend Christmas with Sherlock’s family. An unsettling idea especially when John will have to play ‘Boyfriend’ thanks to Mycroft. But why exactly does Sherlock want to avoid a family party?

If There Were Any Time For A Miracle by Berty (E, 31,732 w., 3 Ch. || Jealous Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Christmas, Birthday Party, Misunderstandings, First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Sherlock’s Violin) – John and Sherlock are spending Christmas at the Holmes' family home. Sherlock has a plan that John doesn't know about. John has a wish that Sherlock doesn't know about. If there were any time for a miracle, this would be it.

Miracle on Islington High Street by Jaybeefoxy (M, 33,006 w., 7 Ch. || Christmas, Holmes Family, Mystrade, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Magical Realism, Friends to Lovers, Papa Lestrade, Rosie Watson, Caring Greg) – It's Christmas, and Greg does a favour for someone, only to receive a strange favour in return.

Consulting for Christmas by ohlooktheresabee (G, 40,153 w., 6 Ch. || Far Future Post S4 / Older Rosie, Thriller, Case Fic, Pre-Relationship, Christmas, Paris, POV Alternating, Fluff, Light Angst, Mutual Pining, BAMF John, BAMF Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Jealousy, Misunderstandings, Mistletoe, Ice Skating, Heist, Awkward Romance, Developing Relationship, For a Case, Background Mystrade, Angst with Happy Ending) – The Louvre Museum in Paris is planning to host the celebrated Winter Fabergé Egg for its winter exhibition - quite the feat as it has not been on public display since 2002. However there is a snag: whispers of a world-renowned master-thief with his eyes set on the valuable prize. The curator has asked the famous Sherlock Holmes to consult on security, but the detective needs a lot of convincing: he is after all a bit busy with trying to woo a certain clueless ex-army doctor… At the same time, John is attempting to balance work, missing Rosie who is off on her gap year, a volunteer gig at a local London orphanage, and seething jealousy upon the arrival of an apparent old friend of Sherlock’s. Attempting to foil the heist of the century while remaining friendly and objective might just be a step too far... A Christmas crime caper packed full of misdirection, miscommunication and mistletoe, set against the romantic backdrop of London and Paris in the winter. Thrown into all this, will our two idiots finally manage to see what has been right in front of them all along?

12 Lays of Christmas Series by distantstarlight (E, 45,164 w. across 12 works || Post-S4, Stand-Alone Ficlets, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Gratuitous Sex) – This series is made up of stand-alone ficlets of varying sizes, all resulting in Johnlock via a number of different routes, and all from my exhaustion fevered brain. Some will have sex and some will not. You don't need to read them in any particular order but I hope you enjoy them when you do. Happy Giftmas Everyone!

Erosion by saintscully (E, 53,386 w., 12 Ch. || Post TFP, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Case Fic, Christmas, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Minor Character Death, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Psychological Trauma, Divorce, Estrangement, Family Issues, PTSD, Medical Conditions, Mentions of Dementia) – Sherlock’s father falls ill, leaving the surviving family members broken and rudderless. James Sholto shows up in London unexpectedly, his intentions unclear. John has to navigate the consequences of crime, illness and death and their impact on his frayed relationship with Sherlock.

Fairytale of New Scotland Yard by Ewebie (M, 57,858 w., 30 Ch. || Mystrade and Johnlock, Christmas, Advent Fic, Christmas Party, Christmas Presents, Christmas Dinner, Accidental Cuddling, Accidental Bed Sharing, Sharing Body Heat, Holmes Family) – This is a Christmas love story:Greg Lestrade loved Christmas. He loved winter, the bite in the air, the flurries and occasional actual snow, the colorful lights, the sometimes loud decorations, the songs, the singing, the parties, the people, the presents, the surprises, the food and the drink, and the genuine good cheer... Mycroft Holmes hated Christmas. He hated the winter, the cold actually made his knee and hip ache - though that was not something others were ever to know - the tiny crystals of frozen death that fell from the sky to disrupt the proper function of transportation were terrible, the blinking lights and loud noises brought about his migraines, the abysmal excuse for what passed as music - not to mention the people singing it, dear Lord - the ever increasing social obligations and nonstop political kowtowing, the people, the sheer volume of people... Part 7 of Guess My Race Is Run

You Teach Me and I'll Teach You by Burning_Up_A_Sun (E, 61,165 w., 15 Ch. || Teacher AU || Coming Out, Blow Jobs, Shower Sex, Bed Sharing, Christmas, Rimming, Homophobia, Beach Sex) – Dr. John Watson, with his recent PhD in music education, takes a job at Jesup Arts Magnet Middle School, where he meets the most obnoxious, irritating, fascinating, handsome gifted History teacher. With no where to live, John accepts Sherlock Holmes' offer of sharing a house on Baker Street. But will a Southern community accept two male teachers in a relationship or will they be forced to quit? Part 1 of the Adult Education series

6 Simple Rules For Dating John Watson by prettysailorsoldier (M, 81,958 w., 22 Ch. || Teenager / University AU || Cheating, Christmas, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Roommates) – John Watson's love life may have had its ups and downs, but at least it had some structure. That is, until Sherlock Holmes showed up on his doorstep.

So Grant Us All a Change of Heart by ArwaMachine (E, 83,276 w., 5 Ch. || Christmas Carol Fusion || T6T Compliant, Pining, Angst with Happy Ending, Smut, Temporary Character Death, Drug Use / Reference, Suicide) – It’s Christmastime at Baker Street, but things are far from festive. Mary is dead, John and Sherlock’s friendship is all but ruined, and Sherlock has become a right dick about everything. More convinced than ever that sentiment is objectively useless, Sherlock needs a little paranormal intervention to see the error of his ways or else run the risk of losing all that is important to him.

A Telling Touch by MiyakoToudaiji (E, 91,656 w., 28 Ch. || Post-TRF Divergence, Reunion, Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Soldier John, Friends to Lovers, BAMF John, Doctor John, War, Syria, Violence, Blood, Injury, Fighting, Soulmates, True Love, First Kiss / Time, Slow Build, Romance, Christmas, Family, Holmes Manor, Childhood Memories, Sherlock’s Violin, Case Fic) – After Sherlock’s death, John manages to get himself re-enlisted and is sent back to war. But when two series of gruesome murders link home and outland together, John is suddenly faced with more battles than he could have imagined.  

By A Thousand Cuts by 7PercentSolution and J_Baillier (E, 95,662 w., 21 Ch. || Surgeon / Medical AU || Angst, Family Issues / Dynamics, Drama, Established Relationship, Autism Spectrum, Ableism, Depression, Romance, Hospitals, Neurosurgery, Anaesthesia, Doctor!John, Doctor!Sherlock, Christmas, Therapy, Psychological Trauma, Childhood Bullying, Career Crisis, Anger, Hurt/Comfort, Addiction, Sensory Processing Disorder, Parenting, Holidays, Whump) – It's hard to let go of the past, especially when going home for the holidays. An incident just before Christmas brings unpleasant memories to the surface, and the wounds Sherlock carries may take more than just time to heal. Part 11 of the You Go To My Head series

Wild About Harry Series by PlaidAdder (T, 397,189  w. across 9 works || Harry/Clara and Johnlock, Post-TRF, Canon Compliant, Dancing, Case Fics, Morning After, Teamwork, Drug Use, Doctor Who Crossover, Christmas, Alcoholism, Fix It Fics, Alternating POVs, Established Relationships) – This started as a post-Reichenbach fic and turned into a series in which Harry Watson is a repeating character. John and Sherlock get together in the first story ("Empty Houses") and thereafter it's either developing relationship or established relationship. Most of this is case fic and long, but there are a few shorter ones.

#johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #christmas fics #fics to read #long post

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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

#james hetfield #kirk hammett #lars ulrich #cliff burton #jason newsted #robert trujillo #metallica #guns n roses #axl rose #steven adler #saul hudson #izzy stradlin #duff mckagan #nikki sixx #mick mars #tommy lee #vince neil #freddie mercury #roger taylor #john deacon #brian may #dave grohl #kurt cobain #krist novoselic #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #bucky barnes #steve rogers #peter parker

[gnrbitch]

Buddy’s Rendezvous Pt2!

SlashxY/n!

warnings: profanity! Angst & fluff

I only put the lyrics that stood out to me, but I recommend listening to the song i mentioned… just for the full experience ;)

———

1990

Y/n sighed as she walked into the entrance of her apartment, stopping by her little mail box with her room number on it.

When she opened it, she was surprised to see a little box in there, grabbing it, she read the messy writing on top.

‘To: Y/n Y/l, From: S. Hudson’

Her stomach churned. There was only one S. Hudson she knew, and that was Slash.

As Y/n gripped the box and rush towards her room, her mind was flooded with thoughts of him.

Why would he send her something now, after four years since he left her? Maybe it wasn’t him. Maybe there’s some other S. Hudson that she forgot about. I mean they hadn’t spoken since that day in her apartment, so why would it be him? But if it was, what the fuck could be in the box? Maybe he was sending back the love letters she had written for him. She felt sick at the thought.

Y/n shakily opened the door to her apartment, quickly setting down her bag and sitting down on her couch, setting the box down on the coffee table that was in front of it.

Y/n took a moment to remember about how fucken heartbroken she was once she could grasp what Slash had done. Crying so hard she felt as if her body was falling apart. And it was, Slash was her other half, she truly lost apart of her, and even if it got better through time, how can you really heal of you see the face of your other half everywhere?

She took a deep breath in, closing her eyes, trying to prepare herself for whatever was in the box, and trying not to burst into tears, for all her feelings towards the man were resurfacing.

She finally gained the courage to pick the box up and open in, finding a folded piece of paper and a music tape in it.

She opened up the letter, inhaling as she so clearly recognized his writing.

“Y/n,

I wrote this song thinking about you, and that night we last saw each other. And I know it’s been so long, but since this song is for you, I thought you should be the first to hear it. I know this is fucked up of me to say, but if you want to talk i’ll be at Canters on Friday at 8pm, im hoping that i could see you, even if it’s the last time i do.

Slash”

Y/n felt tears in her eyes as she read this, shakily picking up the tape with her other hand.

Written across the tape was the title of the song, ‘Don’t cry’. Y/n got up from where she was sitting, frantically looking around for her tape player.

The shaken girl put the tape in, closely listening to the lyrics, and to the guitar solo, knowing Slash always put his emotions in them.

“I know how you feel inside i’ve, i’ve been there before”

“I’ll still be thinkin of you, and the time we had, baby”

“And don’t you cry tonight, I still love you baby”

“And please remember that I never lied, and please remember, how I felt inside now honey.”

“Don’t you cry, tonight”

Y/n had her hands in her head as the song ended, crying her eyes out as she thought about Slash. She would have never expected him to write something like this.

And the song… the song was beautiful, making her cry harder as she thought about Slash writing it for her.

She replayed the song a few more times, and after calming down from her breakdown, she decided she had to go see him.

She washed her reddened face, not being able to stop the few tears from falling from her face, and after changing into her pajamas, she fell asleep thinking about the man who broke her heart.

————

Friday

To say Slash was nervous was an understatement, he was freaking the fuck out as he waited to see if Y/n was even going to show up to Canters.

“You think she’s coming?” He asked Marc, who had just stopped by to see how his friend was doing. Considering it had been 10 minutes, Marc was losing hope. “I- I don’t know man” he said trying not to frown at Slash. “Have you spoken to her? since you know…” He asked Marc, looking up to him with a nervous face. “No… I mean i’ve tried to talk to her but all i get are short answers. I’ve seen her around though” Marc said sighing. “How does she look?” Slash asked concerningly. “Different”

And before Slash could ask if Marc meant that in a good or bad way, the door bell rang and the two of them whipped their heads towards the door.

The girl that stood there was almost unrecognizable to Slash, jet black hair in a cut that almost reminded him of Izzy, but it was much longer than his friends.

She also looked… thinner, as Marc guided her to where Slash was sitting, he noticed how her face had slightly sunken in. And there was just a sad aura around her.

But my god, she was still so beautiful. Even if he was taken aback by how different she looked, he felt as if he had heart eyes, just like the first time he saw her.

She sat across from him, both of them looking at each other with such an intense gaze.

Marc quickly left, not even bothering to ask if they wanted something to drink, the air was too thick.

But there wasn’t any anger in the air, only the tension of unspoken words, heartbreak, and time.

Y/n was the first to speak up, feeling uncomfortable with the silence that surrounded them.

“Hey Slash”

Slash stared at her, clearing his throat before speaking

“I didn’t think you were gonna come”

“Why?”

“I-I don’t know” He said, feeling a pit in his stomach

“I knew I was gonna come see you as soon as I listened to the tape” Y/n said, speaking softly.

“I meant everything I said in the song”

“I know”

“When- when we were writing music for the new record, I watched the guys write songs about their girlfriends” Slash rambled

“And as I sat there trying to write a song about something, all I could think about was you” He said, holding eye contact with her.

Y/n tried to speak, being able to slightly open her mouth, only for Slash to speak up again.

“This rockstar shit isn’t filling the void Y/n, I thought that if i kept doping myself up and drinking I would be able to forget about you. I wanted to be able to stay away from you, but I can’t Y/n. I’ve missed you everyday for these past four years. I might be a rockstar to the world, but without you i’m nothing.” He said, now looking down at the table.

Y/n grabbed the hand he had left on the table, making Slash’s heart go a thousand miles per minute.

“I love you” She quietly said, tears falling from her eyes. “And I understand why you felt the need to leave me”. Slash nodded his head, whispering a small “I love you too”.

“That song, it means a lot to me Slash” “I know you’re not the best with words” Y/n said giving a slight smile, which Slash gladly recovered. “Your not nothing without me” She licked her lips “But i get it when you say that, cause you’re my other half Slash”

They both were waiting for either of them to bring up the chance of getting back together, Slash now gripping Y/ns hands, being afraid to let go.

“Are you clean?” She asked him

“Yea- I’ve been clean for four months now” He said, eyes showing a glint of hope.

“That’s good Slash. That’s really good” She smiled at him, now both sitting closer to each other.

“And you?” He said, suddenly remembering he hadn’t asked her how she had been “How are you Y/n”

Y/n gave him a small smile, “I’m alright, I had the time to feel better”

“Yea” He said sadly

“Don’t give me that look” She said, now a sad look on her face.

“Sorry” He quickly said, looking down

“Slash, look at me” She said quietly “Four years, that was a long time no? Life went on, it wasn’t the same, but it went on” She said, looking at Slash nod at her.

All the hope Slash was feeling was obliterated. She really needed to stop confusing him.

“Maybe we needed that time apart” She said looking into his eyes. “Maybe, this is our chance to start over.”

“Would you want that?” He said, swallowing for no reason, his mouth was like a desert, but his eyes tearful.

“If you’re willing to try” She said looking down at his lips.

“I’m willing to do anything for you” Slash said, licking his lips as he noticed Y/ns eyes on them.

They both looked at each other in the eyes, simultaneously leaning in.

And they kissed.

“I love you Y/n”

“I love you too Slash”

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Here’s part 2!!! hope you guys enjoyed 😘

Gonna write an Izzy fic soon 😋😋

Tagged: @somedays-i-just-feel-bad-bitch

#slashfanfic #slash fanfiction #slash gnr #guns n roses imagine #slash imagine #slash #slash one shot #slash x reader #slash fic #slash x you #guns n roses fanfic #gnr imagine #gnr x reader #guns n' roses #duff mckagan #axl rose #izzy stradlin #gnr fic #gnr fanfiction #guns n roses #guns n’ roses #saul hudson

[dlongfousky]

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.

-🕸️

#guns n roses #metallica #queen fans #megadeth #lars ulrich #kirk hammett #new blog #stranger things #dio band #ozzy osbourne #the osbournes #mötorhead #motley crue #gnr2022 #metalhead #80's thrash #90s #70s #punk rock #gothic #gothic metal

[aishnico]

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."

#gnr #guns n roses #gnr x reader #guns n roses x reader #slash #saul hudson #slash x reader #saul hudson x reader #gnr angst #gnr fluff #slash fluff #slash angst #axl rose #duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #steven adler #rockstar imagines #90s #80s #90s rock #80s rock #gnr fanfiction #slash fanfiction #nico’s works <3

[amyreadsandstresses]

AMY'S DAILY FIC REC

And we're back, baby!

*Signs of Life - DefNotForWork

39k, 17/17, Johnlock, Mystrade, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Humor, BAMF Sherlock, BAMF John, A little bit of everything really

The Yarders have a pretty well developed view of Sherlock Holmes. Cold, cruel, dispassionate and robotic. He simply doesn't register as human. As Sherlock and John fall farther and farther in love with one another, however, the proud men and women from NSY find themselves facing irrefutable evidence as to the true existence of a heart in Sherlock Holmes. These are a couple random drabbles in which the Yarders see some pretty damning signs of life.

*To Come Home - Anon

9K, 6/6, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Mary Morstan, Family Feels, No Slash, Nice Mycroft, SO MUCH FLUFF

After the Reichenbach Fall, Sherlock is de-aged to his four year old self with his current brain.

He's adopted by John Watson.

*Under The Veil - frozen_delight

4k, 1/1, Johnlock, Asexual Sherlock, Straight John, Post Reich

After another successfully solved case, it’s snowing outside 221B. Inside, Sherlock’s thinking about poisonous poinsettias, while John contemplates the snow, composes a new blog entry in his head - and reminisces.

*Fragile - Tor_Raptor

9 works, 205k, Johnlock-ish, ANGST, Cancer, Leukemia, Trigger Warnings for Medical Trauma and Graphic Prodecdures, Soft Mycroft, Good Friend Greg Lestrade, Lovely Mrs. Hudson, Awesome Molly, Found Family, HAPPY ENDING, Sickfic

Sherlock gets sick, not 'he'll recover in a few days' sick, but hospitalised for a long time sick. His friends are all there to help him, but he is Sherlock, he doesn't want or need their help.

*For Love - lurikko

13k, 1/1, Johnlock, Marriage and Weddings, No Mary, FLUFF, STUNNING FIC, Nice Lestrade

Sherlock asks John to marry him. It's for a case. Probably.

*Damage - lifeonmars

2 works, 49k, Delightful and Heartbreaking, Johnlock, Warstan, Character Death, Marriage Proposal, Grief, Slow Burn, TW, Eventual Happy Ending

No damage could ever be truly repaired. John would not be the same.

Or, what happened after the tarmac.

*Awkward - sherlockislovely

5 works, 8k, Johnlock, Fluff and Humor and Smut

Awkward sex. Awkward encounters. Awkward conversations. Sherlock and John navigate their new relationship, but they have to get through some uncomfortable situations along the way.

*Horse and Carriage - flawedamythyst

60k, 14 works, Johnlock, Asexuality, Mystrade, Lovely

Sherlock proposes. John thinks the whole idea is ludicrous.

*The Unintentional Crafts of Sherlock Holmes - KarlyAnne

13k, 3 works, Johnlock, Smut, Leangire

“Why do you suppose he was doing that?”

“Why do I suppose who was doing what?”

“The room. The lace. The secrecy. He was playing with fire in everything he did, and didn’t care one bit. But he had a secret chamber, carefully concealed, solely for the purpose of making lace lingerie. Obviously for personal use. Why?"

*All The Flavour, Cherry and More - cwb

6k, 1/1, Johnlock, Smut, Lip Gloss

Sherlock feels a blush rising to touch his cheeks, more sensual than uncomfortable now that he knows John isn't disgusted by him. No, John is responding exactly the way he had hoped.

*The Road Trip Series - stupid_drawings

5 works, 15k, John Watson & Sherlock Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan, Cows, Road Trips, Humor

Sherlock, John, and Lestrade on a road trip together, stuck in the same car for hours. The numbers are how long they have been on the road.

*The Beats In Between - theinvader5

2 works, 6k, Johnlock, Post Reich, PTSD, Reunion, Angst

Sherlock thought he could spend two years away without any personal repercussions. As it turns out, he's not as infallible as he thought.

*Nearer, My God, To Thee - Pargoletta

20k, 8/8, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Sarah Sawyer, Mrs Hudson, Case Fic, Med Fic, INCREDIBLE, Homophobia and other forms of bigotry

London is hit with a deadly flu epidemic, but John slowly begins to suspect that there is a more human agency at work. He, Sherlock, and Sarah must work together in order to identify and track down a ruthless killer.

*Tick Tock, Tick Tock - lotherington

1k, 1/1, Gorgeous, Magical Realism, Johnlock, Mycroft Holmes, Hearts

Sherlock is ten years old when he decides that hearts are ugly. He is sixteen years old when he decides that hearts are useless.

Sherlock's heart is made of clockwork.

*Scent of a Watson - Enterthetadpole, WritingOutLoud

4k, 1/1, Johnlock, Irene Adler, Questioning, Asexuality, Self Discovery

Sherlock never understood people's fascination with scents. Beyond the various case-related smells, he'd never taken much away from the scents others loved so much. Until he met John Watson.

*Skin Deep - thegingerintheback (CdnGingerGirl)

3k, 1/1, Johnlock, Self Care, Humor

Did you really think Sherlock just naturally looked good?

*With Time - annabagnell

8k, 2 works, Johnlock, A/B/O, Mpred, Absolutely Breathtaking

Heats weren’t what they used to be. Anymore it was like a low-grade itch, sometimes one that Sherlock didn’t even know needed scratched until John happened across it. Sometimes it was nothing more than a few moody days where Sherlock was a tetchy sonofabitch, being extra snappish and fussy until John looked at the calendar and said ‘ah’ and took Sherlock to bed. Sometimes, he’d be the one to catch on first. When that happened, it was more like it used to be. More seduction. More ‘come-take-me-to-bed.’ A spark, sometimes. A spark.

*A Beautiful Specimen - KittieHill

20k, 7/7, Johnlock, Smut, Demisexual Sherlock, Happy and Smutty and Parentlock-y near the end

The Holmes family are forced to give sperm samples every ten years to find out if they're still fertile as instructed in their grandmother's will.

Sherlock struggles with his ability to feel sexual arousal and give a sample, putting his parents at risk.

He needs a firm, supportive hand - one which happens to be connected to his devilishly handsome flatmate.

*What Makes Us Rich - flawedamythyst

31k, 2 works, Johnlock, Asexuality

Sherlock attempts an experiment and John gives something up.

*An Approximation to Perfection - TooSel

22k, 1/1, Smut, Insecure Sherlock, Johnlock, Body Worship, Experimentation, Fluff, Porn with feelings

Sherlock realises just how good the sex John had with his last girlfriend was. The solution is simple: he's going to do everything in his power to ensure that their own sex life stays interesting.

Only that it's never quite that easy.

*Let's Get Drinks - scribblesecure

4 works, 5k, Johnlock, Lestrade, Molly Hooper, Coming Out

Molly narrowed her eyes. “Is this something to do with John?”

“No,” he said quickly.

“You sure?”

*No Romo - shnuffeluv

9 works, 5k, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Queer Platonic Relationship, Aromantic Sherlock, Straight John

Sherlock comes out to John... and, believe it or not, neither man is gay.

#amy's fic rec #bbc sherlock #johnlock #asexual sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock bbc #sherlock fanfic #sherlock fandom #sherlock #john watson #mycroft holmes #greg lestrade #molly hooper #johnlock fanfiction

[axlsrxses]

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, axl rose

pairing: axl rose x sofia moreno (fem!oc)

requested: yes/no

synopsis: in which sofia feels self-conscious over her relationship with axl and all of the tabloids.

warnings: fluff, sl*t-shaming, swearing, mentions & references of alcohol.

word count: 1.46k

𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟳

the rain hammered down against the clouded window as sofia lay peacefully on her bed watching her favourite show, the golden girls. the past week at work had taken a toll on her and seeing how the tabloids described her and her relationship just made things a whole lot worse for the girl.

for four long months, axl had been touring the united states, promoting the band’s debut album and opening for bands like; the cult, iron maiden and mötley crüe. and although sofia was proud of her boyfriend and the rest of the band, all she wanted was to lay with her head on his lap as he played with her hair…the one thing that could calm her.

suddenly, an echo of loud cheers sounded from outside of her window, quickly followed by a small tap against the bedroom window. taking a deep breath, sofia reluctantly rose to her feet and made her way towards the window, her mind racing. it wouldn’t be the first time that fans or the paparazzi broke onto their property to get some behind the scenes photos, in fact this would be the fifth time in four months.

“babe, open the door!” axl’s familiar voice seemed to bounce through the still closed window. “we’re getting bloody drenched out here!”

letting out a long sigh of relief, sofia quickly made her way down the stairs, opening the front door to see four slightly wet guys standing in front of her, smiles stretched across each of their faces. before she could react, the four boys clambered through the doorway, wrapping their arms tightly around the much shorter girl and pulling her close against their soaked clothing.

“you guys suck!” sofia squeaked, brushing off the droplets of water from her skin as the guys stepped back. “i just had a shower!”

“and you didn’t invite me?” slash smirked mischievously, slowly wrapping his arms around the petite girl’s waist.

“in your dreams, hudson.” the younger girl smiled innocently, pushing the taller guy back. “only one of you guys is joining me in the shower.”

letting a smirk spread across his face, axl stepped towards the shorter girl, wrapping his arms around her and gently kissing the top of her head. the last four months had been hell without his girl beside him. she kept him grounded during his emotional outbreaks and was always there to look out for him whenever he decided to indulge in a night of endless drinking.

you see, when the band announced they would be touring for sixteen months, sofia was beyond happy for them and even offered to travel around with them…that was until the papers got a hold of some secret photos, showing her and slash jokingly messing around with one another and blew it completely out of proportion, labelling her as ‘the slut of the 80s’.

“get a room.” duff gagged, making sure to emphasise on the disgusting sound.

rolling her eyes at duff’s remark, sofia subtly flipped the much taller off before placing her hands on top of axl’s. she was happy he was home, ecstatic even, but she couldn’t help but think of all the dehumanising words that had been pinned next to her name in the tabloids and all the rumours that circulated around their very private relationship.

“who is ready to get completed fucked?” steven cheered, breaking the silence as he threw his arms into the air and walked into the living room, knowing exactly where to find the best alcohol in the house.

∙∘☽༓☾∘∙

a few hours had passed since the band had arrived to surprised sofia and no matter how many shots she had, she couldn’t shake the tabloids from her mind. of course she knew that her relationship with axl was as perfect as it could be and that nothing was going on between her and any of the other band mates, besides the occasional flirting, but she was worried about the way it would affect her business.

at the age of seventeen, sofia became the sole owner of her family’s restaurant after both her parents became too sick to carry on working. the ‘arco dorado’, or the ‘golden bow’ when translates to english, was a celebrity hotspot when it came to spanish food.

having left the four guys in the “party room”, sofia stood silently in front of the living room window, looking out at the rain bouncing against the many puddles.

“you’ve been quiet since we came home.” axl spoke suddenly, resting his chin against her shoulder as he looked at her. “what happened?”

“it’s nothing.” sofia shrugged, her eyes fixed on the raindrops running down the window. “go and have fun with the guys, i’ll be fine.”

it was never nothing and axl knew that. as bad as it sounded, he was grateful that sofia wasn’t someone who expressed her sad emotions a lot. it brought back a lot of memories for him that he found hard to cope with but he hated when she closed herself off completely, especially when he knew something was eating away at her slowly.

“don’t do this to me, fi.” axl sighed frustratedly, stepping back from his girlfriend as she turned round to face him. “don’t push me away.”

“i’m not pushing you away. i’m telling you to enjoy yourself.” sofia retorted, crossing her arms as she watched axl’s facial expression tense up.

“is this about those fucking tabloids?!” axl questioned, his voice rising slightly before noticing sofia flinch at the sound of him yelling. “please just talk to me.”

maybe it was the miserable weather outside or the way that she felt about axl finally being home but sofia couldn’t stay strong anymore. four months of pushing her feelings down was long enough, all because she was worried about photographers seeing her cry and spinning another story of lies and deceit.

noticing some tears escaping sofia’s eyes, axl quickly jolted forward, pulling the petite girl into his arms as he felt her body shake against his.

axl hated the tabloids, he hated the paparazzi and most of all, he hated the way both of those things made sofia feel. when the duo had got together in 1985, everything was perfect for them. the band’s music was starting to take off and photographers loved to snap photos of the young couple in love and always made sure to compliment sofia on her looks, but that photo with slash was what changed everything.

“sof, look at me.” axl spoke quietly, using his hand to raise sofia’s head. “fuck the tabloids.”

“i can’t just pretend that i don’t see what people are saying about me, ax.” sofia sighed, more tears silently escaping her eyes. “everyone thinks i’m some slut that is sleeping with slash behind your back.”

“i know, baby.” axl sighed, lifting his hand up and wiping away the tears from her cheek. “but you’re none of the things that they say you are. you’re the kindest and most beautiful girl i have ever met and i wish that you could see yourself like we do.”

his words were true. axl thought sofia was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. he loved the way her blue eyes glistened like the ocean in the sun and how her light brown hair always seemed to shine a beautiful shade of caramel. he had fallen in love with her the first time he met her and ever since that hectic night, he made it his priority to cherish and love her.

“i’m just scared that one of these days you’ll see something that you don’t like and you’ll believe them.” sofia mumbled, her voice cracking as she began anxiously picking at the skin around her freshly painted nails. “i don’t wanna lose you, ax.”

hearing the pain in her voice was enough to send axl spiralling. since the beginning of the band, he had never had good interactions with the paparazzi, often losing his temper and erupting into fights with them, but to see how they made the girl of his dreams feel about herself and their relationship, axl wasn’t so sure how far he would go to protect her.

“you’re my girl, sofia, and my girl only. not slash’s, not duff’s. your mine.” axl smiled kindly, his hand rested against her flushed cheek. “i will always love you.”

leaning forward, axl placed a gentle and loving kiss against her lips, feeling a small smile forming as he pulled away.

“i really love you.” sofia smiled, wiping away the last tears that had rolled down her cheek. “like a lot.”

“i love you too, mija.” axl chuckled, wrapping his arms around her once more and holding her close to him.

#guns n roses #axl rose #slash hudson #duff mckagan #steven adler #izzy stradlin #the 1980s #motley crue #iron maiden #axl rose imagine

[duffslut]

Joints and kisses

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 464

Warnings: Fluff!

You were yawning with sleep again, you couldn't wait to finally get home and throw yourself into your warm and comfortable bed that was waiting for you, you reminded yourself that at least it was the last working day of the week.

Your boyfriend came to pick you up and you ran into his arms, letting out another yawn as you hugged him.

- Are you sleepy baby? - Slash asked stroking your hair.

You muttered a "yes", nodding and sinking your face into his chest. Slash put on his helmet and got on his bike, you got on right after, hugging his waist as he accelerated.

Not long after the wind ruffled your hair, Slash took a different path, bypassing your house. Your boyfriend stopped at a dimly lit square, which you weren't 100% sure you could get in there at night, but you did anyway.

You and Slash sat on the freshly cut grass and you watched as Slash nimbly rolled a joint, moving his fingers carefully, arranging the weed inside the silk and then licking it to stick. You were lost in his eyes as you stared at him, looking forward to smoking with him and finally having a moment of peace, Slash's curls were loose and messy but, still, perfectly beautiful.

Slash let you take your first hit of the joint, and you kissed the tip of his nose as a thank you, he laughed.

- I'm so tired. - You muttered, already stoned after a few minutes of smoking.

You sat on Slash's lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, your boyfriend held your back tightly, staring at you with the joint on his lips, looking more handsome than ever. His eyes were red and you had the impression that they were even smaller, after a few seconds of staring at Slash, you took the joint from his lips and kissed his mouth, Slash returned your kiss, pulling you closer to him as his warm tongue entered your mouth, his hands were moving down from your hips to your ass, groping your butt through your jeans.

You were still making out with Slash when you heard footsteps in the park, and then a flashlight.

- Shit! - Slash whispered, breaking the kiss and falling silent as the footsteps approached.

You got up from his lap in a hurry, putting the joint to your lips and running to his bike, Slash was right next to you, holding your backpack and already putting on his helmet as you approached the bike.

- So I was right about entering this park at night. - You said as Slash drove to your house, passing the "No entry at night" sign.

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[groupiewhoreee]

howdy everyone! i'm neveah, i write things heres the bands i write for and what i wont write !

metallica

lars ulrich

kirk hammett

james hetfield

Jason newsted

robert trujilo

ron mcgovney

motley crue

vince neil

nikki sixx

tommy lee

mick mars

guns n roses

axl rose

steven adler

duff mckagen

izzy stradlin

slash hudson

kiss

paul stanley

eric carr

ace frehley

peter criss

tommy thayer

gene simmons

vinnie vincent

van halen

eddie van halen

david lee roth

alex van halen

micheal anthony

ac/dc

bon scott

angus young

malcolm young

cliff williams

brian johnson

phill rudd

megadeth

dave mustaine

david ellefson

marty friedman

nick menza

and other bands/rockstars if you request it!

i can write,

smut

fluff

angst

fantasy

mystery

horror

etc

i won't write,

pedophilla,

rape

eating disorders (i have nothing against it, i just won't write it.)

just basic won't write stuff.

feel free to message me about requesting! please have some idea/plot prepared but if not its all good!