Crescentsmoons - ꧁Blue꧂

Hello :) I would love to request an Ace Frehley Fic ! The reader was major popstar at the time. The kiss reunion tour had begun, the reader was asked to be the opener for the tour. The reader and Ace began to start dating. The public didn't like them dating due to Ace reputation and age. (Reader was early 20s) ( Thank you so much. ❤️❤️)

Short Fic:

After being asked to open for the KISS reunion tour, (reader) begins to date the controversial Ace Frehley

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To say that you were excited was the understatement of the century. The fact that you were opening for your all time favorite band, KISS, rocked your world- no pun intended. You’d always had a crush on Ace Frehley- even when the public opinion on him seemed to chance constantly.

Over the duration of you opening for KISS- as well as getting increasingly closer with Ace- you were finally asked out on a date. By one of the roadies. You hadn’t had anything better to do, so you accepted. You weren’t particularly excited for the date, Alex wasn’t really anyone significant to you. At all. There was someone else that you’d much rather it be.

Sitting at your vanity, putting on your “overwhelming” eyeshadow, the phone rang. Curiosity took over as you weren’t expecting a call from anyone. Especially on a rare Saturday night that you had off. Pushing away from your makeup, you pick up the phone.

“Hello? This is (name).” You responded politely- even if you were pretty sure that it was a telemarketer.

“Oh good! I’d hope so- I’ve been meaning to catch you.” An all too familiar voice responded , your heart skipped a beat at hearing Ace’s voice. What was he doing calling you of all people?

“Ace- what?” You responded, utterly confused, and feeling anticipation pooling in your gut.

“Yeah, yeah. This is probably a bit unexpected, yeah? Anyways…” Ace trailed off, “We’ve been really gettin’ to know each other as of late. I was wondering if you wanted me to stop by the hotel and pick you up. A date or something.”

A huge grin spread across your fence and you nodded, knowing that Ace couldn’t see, “Huh? I mean- yeah! Totally! For sure! Uhm…” You flushed, feeling a bit silly, “That’d be nice. I’d really like a… a date.”

“Alright baby!” Ace said enthusiastically, “I’ll be there to pick ya up… whenever I get there. See ya soon sweetheart.” You heard the phone hit the receiver. You were in a daze, dropping the phone to the floor as butterflies fluttered around in your stomach. Absolute glee took over your whole mood. Alex was a long, long forgotten thought. And of course all his calls didn’t go through as the phone wasn’t on the receiver.

You were quick to finish getting ready, grabbing your purse and descending down the elevator. Like some fantasy, Ace’s car pulled up just as you left the elevator. You tried to hide your excitement as you walked outside, Ace running out of the car to open the passenger door for you.

“After you, m’lady.” He said with a wink as you got in. The whole evening was a dream to you. Ace was hilarious, making you laugh at every whim and turn. He remembered all the favorite foods that you brought up- taking you to your favorite restaurants, making sure you didn’t miss out on anything.

The next thing you knew, Alex was avoiding you and Ace asked you to be his girlfriend. You gladly accepted, even against the advisory or your management team and the judgement of others. You loved Ace and nothing was getting In between that.

The media was ruthless with their attacks on your relationship, the age gap was the main factor. You were critiqued but you didn’t care. You had Ace, you loved Ace, and Ace loved you. That was all that mattered- especially when flipping off nosy reporters.

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Imagine:

Slash comes home to you after a performance

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

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

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

“Mm… Missed ya” he mumbled softly.

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

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

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

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a fic where slash and reader join the band around the same time, are rivals for a while but slash starts to fall for reader and gets jealous when axl hits on reader and that night is his last straw and confesses

Short Fic:

Despite being rivals since knowing each other, Slash begins to slowly build feelings towards you. His feeling grow until he sees Axl flirting with you

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Slash typically never had an issues with people. Got along with most everyone, made friends easily. That was you came along. Ever since you joined the band he kept feeling like he had to one up everything you did. Slash didn’t really know why, but you just ticked him off. And you, seeing that Slash had something against you for whatever reason, built up resentment towards him as well.

The little scuffles between you two were never enough to really cause much of an issue within the band. Snarky comments here and there, eye rolls, just about anything petty to make each other annoyed. More than once you hid Slash’s top hat and smoked his cigarettes. In return he’d hide all your picks in the most inconvenient places.

As the weeks drug on into months, Slash began noticing a change. A change within himself. In the days you weren’t at practice, he found himself missing your presence. He started to feel guilty when he pulled little pranks on you. He began to be a little nicer, buying you coffee unprompted, helping you move your stuff. It made Slash feel conflicted, why was he feeling so differently? You seemed to be doing just the same.

One morning, while halfway through his third cup of his JD/coffee mix, Slash accepted the fact that he’d developed feeling for you. A crush, if you will. He stared down into the cup, he felt like he was the awkward little kid in middle school again. There was no goddamn way that he was going to tell you- there was absolutely no sign that you even tolerated him, let alone liking him romantically. Plus, rejection would just make things… weird… within the band.

Sighing, while running his hand across his face, he decided he would just do nothing. After all, he was probably just confused. There was no way he actually caught feelings for someone as annoying as you. No way at all… He’d keep messing with your stuff, even if it made him feel bad to watch you frantically look around for whatever it was he hid.

Standing up with a groan, Slash was going to get some more coffee and a lot more Jack Daniels when he heard Axl’s voice in the room over. He furrowed his brows- that bastard was never up this early. Hell, he wasn’t usually ever up this early either- but here they were. Curiosity took over, as far he knew, he was the only one here… besides Axl apparently.

Slash peered around the corner and felt his blood run… cold? Axl was there in the kitchen, but so were you. Being this close, he could tell what was going on. Axl was blatantly flirting with you. He was getting up in your personal space, buttering you up. Praising your skills as musician, commenting on your hard work, mentioning how beautiful you looked that night. And worst of all? You were smiling, a light blush dusted your cheeks as Axl continued to flatter you.

Jealousy coiled in his gut. He realized, a bit belatedly, that he probably had more than just a little crush on you. Slash knew that he should be in Axl’s place. He should be the one calling you beautiful, using god-awful pickup lines. He wanted you to be the one smiling at him. You should be- Slash stopped himself. Maybe he was getting a little too carried away. Drunk- he was probably drunk. But staring at the scene e of you and Axl in the kitchen almost made him feel sick. He was going to regret this. He pushed away from the doorway and turned away.

Yup. He was already regretting it. He turned around again, making his way into the kitchen. Both you and Axl looked up. He was about to greet Slash when he grabbed your arm.

“We’ve gotta talk.” He said, voice more strained than he hoped. Pulling you up from where you were, he practically drug you out of the kitchen- leaving behind a very confused Axl. Your questions went unanswered as Slash pulled you into the next nearest room… which happened to be the bathroom.

“Hey?! What the hell are you doin’?” You asked, utterly confused. What sorta bullshit prank was he trying to pull on you this time? But ask you looked at him, Slash was very obviously averting his gaze, “Slash..? Uhm?”

“Uhh” Slash repeated. He felt awkward… why the did he go into the bathroom of all places?! He licked his lips anxiously, “I gotta talk to you.”

You looked at him skeptically, “Yeah… you told me that. About what though?”

“About…” Slash couldn’t bring himself to say the words. His palms were getting sweaty- he was to to nervous, “Er… uh about you..?”

He didn’t even sound like he was here about what he was saying. You have him a flat look, “About me, huh?”

He nodded, a bit too quickly, “Yeah… mhm. Uhm. Yeah, I’m just, y’know, sorry? For everything.” Slash swallowed a bit harshly, internally cursing himself for acting like a damn twelve year old.

“Sorry?” Your defensive demeanor fell. Sorry? Was he really apologizing for being a jackass?

He nodded again, “Sorry. You’re pretty cool, y’know? I like jammin’ with you… and you’re pretty funny- and pretty in general” He added.

You looked around, expecting some kinda joke. For something to happen. But nope, it was just you, Slash, and the bathroom, “You’re sorry… like really sorry.”

“Really damn sorry. I like you. A lot.” He looked at you, “I mean it… you’re funny. You’re hot, like really fuckin’ hot. I just- I wanna stop actin’ like I don’t like you when I really do, y’know?”

You couldn’t stop that smile that fell upon your lips… this guy, “Yeah? I guess I think you’re pretty cool too.”

Slash seemed surprised to hear that, “Yeah..?- uhm well anyways. I just was gonna tell you-”

You cut him off, “You were jealous weren’t you?” You said with a cheeky grin, “You like me so you didn’t like seen Ax talk o’ with me? Right?”

He felt embarrassed, “I guess you could say that…”

“You aren’t the most observant… are you?” You said slyly, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the lips, “I think I noticed it before you did.”

Slash was confused, but relief flooded his chest as you leaned up to kiss him, “I didn’t notice what..?”

You only rolled your eyes, “I love you, you damn moron” You gave him another kiss, a bit longer than time. Slash was still confused, but he accepted it.

“Yeah… I love you too.”

The rest of that, whatever went down in that bathroom is history. Axl vowed to never use that bathroom again.

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“I've been hell on the women in my life, and the women in my life have been hell on me. And it really breaks me down to tears a lot of times when I think about how terribly we've treated each other. Erin and I treated each other like shit. Sometimes we treated each other great, because the children in us were best friends. But then there were other times when we just fucked each other's lives completely up. And so you write about that in your frustration. The anger and the emotions and stuff scare people, and it's good that people recognize these things as dangerous. I don't think our music promotes that you should feel this way, and if people are getting that, that's not right. We're saying you're allowed to feel certain ways. Now, if you want to hold on to something that you know is bad, that's your problem. I don't want to.”

Imagine:

You convince your boyfriend, Tom, to try on your lip products

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You’d always been a little jealous of Tom and his pouty lips. They were always so perfect plump- but he wouldn’t ever take care of them! And that annoyed you, graced with such a gift, only to be neglected- which started your barrage of pestering,

Every morning you’d give him kissed and say comment how a little chapstick would do him good. Out at dinner you’d bring up how the lighting would give his lips such a nice shine if he put on a little gloss. At the mall you’d hint how that certain shade of lipstick would complement his complexion so well…

Finally after weeks of badgering, Tom agreed. You were ecstatic. The two of you were sat on the bed, you had this whole array of lip products- which was actually apart of your secret “For Tom” stash. Finally your time had come.

After you applied different colors of lipstick, types of lipglosses, and such- you realized Tom rocked literally everything. And he was liking it too/ you noticed how he’d look into the mirror after every lip combo you tried on him. It honestly made you a little jealous, if you were being honest.

A few days after the fact, you’d notice that Tom’s lips always had a bit of shine. Nothing too extreme, it was subtle, but you too pride in it.

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axl and slash with a s/o who has a resting bitch face hcs?

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A/N: I took a bit of creative liberty

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Headcanons:

Axl and Slash with their significant other who has resting bitch face

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When first meeting, Slash was genuinely a little scared about talking to you because you looked mean

was absolutely flabbergasted to realize you were super friendly

Axl was quick to advance, making teasing comments about you being tough and rude which only confused you

he was incredibly embarrassed to realize that you weren’t actually some rough n’ tough badass chick like he thought

Slash has a really bad habit of thinking that you were mad at him or that you didn’t like the gifts he’d buy you

axl was a lot better about reading how you were actually feeling- he helped slash out more than once

occasionally they’d both be wrong, you found it amusing… sometimes

You never liked the paparazzi positing pictures of you three because several people commented about how “you’re only with them for the money” and “she doesn’t actually love them, look at her expression. She’s not happy”

they always remedied your worries either lots of passionate sex and tender cuddles

axl was never shy about telling the media to stick it where the sun don’t shine when it came to you

slash was better at physically consoling you

Once you were confronted in public by someone who claimed you were manipulating the boys for their money and fame

axl may or may not have thrown a punch that day

safe to say no one tried to steer anything in public again

Slash loved making you smile, be it by telling dumb jokes or impressing you with a new riff. It gave him confirmation that you really were happy, even if he knew better

you tried to make visible efforts to make yourself seem more welcoming

but you were always assured that you were perfect just the way you were

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I do believe that no one should trust blindly when it comes to rockstar autobiographies/biographies.

Yes, some things could be true, but take everything that is being said with a grain of salt. Especially when it comes to individuals who are trying to recount memories from a time when they were deep into drugs and alcohol.

The example that primarily caused me to make this post was the autobiographies of Slash, Duff, and Steven. There are certain bits and pieces where there are inconsistencies in their stories. They really aren’t the most reliable narrators.

That being said, do not take what is written as fact just because it was stated directly by that person. They will phrase things differently to paint themselves in a better light , or they simply just don’t remember right.

It’s usually a mix of half-truths and half-lies

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