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

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Slash drunkenly calls you to profess his love a second time

Love Your Slash Stuff! Can I Request A Scenario Where Slash Confesses His Love (a Second Time) To His

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

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

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

The phone rang.

One.

Twice.

You picked it up before the third.

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

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

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

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

You still didn’t reply.

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

You still kept your silence.

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

Finally, you spoke back.

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

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

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

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

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

You hear a meow outside your door.

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To say the very least, Slash had a pretty shitty time. The tour went shitty, his bandmates were shitty, he felt shitty. Everything was shitty shitty shitty. He wanted nothing more than to be back home. Away from all the chaos, late nights, the surplus of drugs and alcohol being thrown his way. He was pretty much done with most everything at that point. His flight being delayed was the cherry on-fucking-top.

Usually Slash liked to be on the road, traveling from place to place. He liked to go with the flow, wherever it’d take him. He hated it anymore. It felt more like a chore than anything. Stepping back foot in LA felt like a weight that had been lifted off his shoulders. Finally, fucking finally, it was over. That was until he’d be back in the studio, but for now…? Bliss.

Home couldn’t come fast enough. Slash all but ran up to the door, digging in his bag for the house keys he somehow (thankfully) didn’t lose. He had expected the house to be dark and quiet, it was late. Instead he was greeted with the dim kitchen light and the smell of food- which made him realize how hungry he’d been.

The door clicked softly behind him as he dropped his luggage, a bit ungracefully, and wandered further into the apartment. And there he saw you, sitting on the counter with the biggest smile ever and two plates of some hot food.

“Hi babe! Welcome home!” You said, hopping off the counter and giving Slash a big hug, “I missed you so much! And so did that cats, they know who gives the extra treats…” You gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

Slash was surprised, he had anticipated that he’d be finding you in bed, fast asleep, especially considering the hour. He returned your hug, breathing in the smell of your shampoo. He was so beyond happy to see his favorite person.

“Hey honey…” He greeted back, “You’re up really late. You didn’t need to stay up for me, y’know.” In actuality, he couldn’t have been more happy with this outcome.

“Ohh don’t be silly!” You stuck your tongue out at him teasingly, grabbing his hand and leading him to the table, “I uhm… well I made supper! Or is it early breakfast now..? Regardless-” Slash cut your little ramble off with a kiss.

“It looks delicious, but… how’d you know I’d be home by this time? My flight kept getting delayed.” Slash asked, puzzled at the steaming hot food in front of him.

“It’s just my intuition.” You bluffed, giving him another kiss, “Just kidding- this was my third attempt at making this so… that’s why.”

He couldn’t help but snort out a laugh, he wrapped his arms around you and spun you around, “Fuck, I love you. You’re so perfect, you know that?” He loved you so much. You were the only person out there who could’ve turned his shitty, shitty attitude around just like that.

“Aww… aren’t you the sweetest ever?!” You wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing his face all over. His lips, cheeks, nose, corners of his eyes. You made sure every bit of him got some love, “but I think you should keep declarations like that to yourself until after you’ve tried my meal.” You said with a wink. After all, you were a very mediocre cook.

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