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aishnico · 4 months

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#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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axlrosebaby · 10 months

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I want to get on his lap and kiss him to shut him up whenever Axl says he's old :33

whenever axl talks down about himself it's usually in a joking way. but you see through him and see that his subtle ways of sharing his insecurities is usually when he's asking for some form of comfort.

somehow, he's managed to incorporate a self-deprecating joke into your conversation, usually something about him being old and how he doesn't understand you'd ever want him. or he'd been reading some things online and he'd been uncharacteristically quiet.

"you okay, baby?" you'd ask, noticing the absence of his voice and the way he'd put his phone away, not looking at it.

"mhm," he'd mutter, not really giving you a straight answer.

you'd furrow your brow and he'd notice your anxious expression.

"princess, drop it."

"you've been reading comments again haven't you?"

his silence was enough of an answer and you sighed, getting out of your chair to walk over to him. you sat back down on his lap and ran a hand through his hair.

"you've just gotta ignore them." his hands would be on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"i know. i do most of the time." "you do..." you'd continue cautiously. "but its gotta be shitty to hear all the things they say about you." "you get used to it. and besides i am old and my voice isn't what it was. they make their points."

you'd shoot him a sympathetic look.

"no." you'd protest and place your hands on his face. he'd grab at your wrist affectionately as you press a kiss to his lips. "don't let them get to you."

"they make good points, baby."

"no." you'd say again and shake your head. "no they don't. how come you have to look and sound 20 forever when they get to age? it's not fair that you get slandered by people who don't know how to sing and how difficult it is to sing how you used to. it's ridiculous."

despite himself, he'd smile at your defence.

"you're cute when you're angry."

you'd pout and give him a look.

"i'm serious, axl."

"i know you are, baby. so am i." he'd brush your hair out of your face and press a kiss to your head. "thank you."

you'd smile and kiss him properly on the lips.

"i just don't want you listening to them. you're axl fucking rose. they've got nothing on you."

he'd laugh and wrap his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest. he'd tilt his chin up, your hands on either side of his face.

"they're just jealous i've got a girl as pretty and as loyal as you." he'd kiss you softly, hands trailing up to your back and down to the swell of your ass.

"hell yeah, they are."

#ana's drabbles #axl rose #guns n roses #axl rose x reader #hard rock #duff mckagan #slash #izzy stradlin #steven adler #axl rose fluff

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meikadonnelly · 3 months

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~izzy stradlin~

izzy stradlin x fem reader

you and izzy have an argument

trigger warning : arguing, swearing and just general talk of anger that may be triggering for certain people (no physical)

angst/fluff at the end.

You’re sitting on your living room couch of a small apartment in which you and your boyfriend Izzy both live in as he’s sitting on the opposite end, trying to change his guitar strings. He’s getting frustrated and just when you think he’s calming down, you hear a snap and look over to see one of his strings, snapped in half, laying broken along his black guitar.

“For fucks sake!” he yells, throwing one of his tools down onto the coffee table. You look at him as he sighs and runs his fingers through his hair while breathing deeply.

“Maybe you should have a break? Are you hungry? I could make y-”

“No,” he interrupts loudly.

“Are you sure? It might make you feel bet-”

“Just stop!” he yells, interrupting again and looking at you, his hair covering his face slightly. “I don’t need any fucking help, i’m not a baby,” he says bluntly. You look at him.

“I never said you were,” you say quietly. “I was just trying to help.”

“Well don’t,” he says, standing up and walking into the bedroom, slamming the door loudly. You stay sitting there, looking out the window for a while, thinking about what had just happened. You’re not sure how long you’re sitting there for but after a while, you hear the bedroom door open. You look up to see your grumpy boyfriend, walking into the kitchen and to the fridge. You watch him open the fridge door and stand there, looking into it blankly. “Stop looking at me,” he grumbles, grabbing a bottle of water and shutting the door abruptly.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, trying to make him look at you. He ignores you and starts walking out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. “Can you stop being an asshole and come here?” you snap quickly, frustrated with his attitude. He stops and turns around, looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Excuse me?” he says, glaring at you.

“I’m sorry,” you say, regretting your choice of words. “I just want to know what’s wrong.” He steps forward and narrows his eyes.

“No, you wanna know what’s wrong? I’m sick of always being the bad guy when I don’t want to talk about things,” he says. You frown slightly, examining his face which shows frustration but deep down, you can tell he’s upset about something.

“I’m not frustrated because you don’t want to talk, i’m frustrated because you take all your shit out on me!” you say loudly. His breath hitches at the tone of your voice and he sits the bottle of water on the kitchen counter, crossing his arms.

“You were the one who decided to pry,” he says bluntly which makes you let out a frustrated sigh.

“You’re my boyfriend, of course i’m going to ask what’s wrong when you’re clearly acting different,” you argue to which he rolls his eyes.

“For fucks sake,” he mutters under his breath as he runs his hand over his face. “Just leave me alone,” he finally says, picking his water up and walking back to the bedroom.

You stay sitting on the couch while silence fills the apartment. You sit for about 15 minutes before deciding to attempt talking to Izzy. You walk slowly to the door and knock gently, pushing it open at the same time. You look into the dark room to see Izzy sitting on the edge of the bed with his face in his hands. “Izzy?” you say quietly. He doesn’t look up so you continue further into the room, eventually standing in front of him. “Izzy,” you say, this time a little louder. You stare at him as he takes a few deep breaths before looking up at you. He moves his gaze back down to his hands as he speaks.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. You tilt your head as you look down at him. “I’m so stressed about the new album and I don’t know how to fix it,” he admits.

“Some things you can’t always fix Izzy,” you say. “But you can always ask for help,” you add on. He lets out a big sigh before finally looking at you. You look back down at him and smile gently. He puts his arm out and grabs yours, pulling you to stand in between his legs. He rests his forehead against your stomach as you put your arms around his head. “Let me help you,” You whisper as you feel his shaky breath on your stomach.

“I don’t want to drag you into my problems,” he mutters against your skin. You put your hand under his chin and raise it to look at you.

“I love you Izzy, and that means that I am here to help and support you whenever you need it, no matter how big or small the problem is,” you say as he watches you. “Please don’t try to handle this on your own because we both know it’s not going to make anything better.”

He keeps looking at you, not saying anything, for a few moments before closing his eyes for a brief second and taking a deep breath. “I need you to help me,” he finally says to which you tilt your head with a soft smile.

“I’m here for you okay?” you whisper.

“I love you, even if I don’t show it,” he says, standing up in front of you. He leans down a little to rest is forehead against yours, closing his eyes and staying quiet. You wrap your arms around his neck and close your eyes as well, taking in the silence and the smokey scent of the apartment. You both stand there for a second before you hear him shift a little so you open your eyes and pull away to look at him. He opens his eyes slowly to look at you, his eyes squinting slightly as the room is dim.

“Is there anything that I can do to help you now?” you ask softly. He thinks for a second.

“Just stay with me. Help me understand that i’m going to be okay,” he replies quietly. You nod with a soft smile and pull him back into a hug.

About 10 minutes later, you are both laying in bed, under the covers, enjoying the quiet. You’re both laying on your sides, facing each other. Izzy has his face hidden into your neck again as you run your fingers through his hair. His eyes are closed and he’s breathing is slowing down as he relaxes. You kiss the top of his head.

“We’re gonna be okay,” you whisper, closing your eyes too.

#fan fiction #izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin #guns n roses #crush x reader #fluff #angst with a happy ending

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yesterdaysgirl · 4 months

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Patience

Izzy Stradlin x reader

<1993>

Summary: You can't sleep

I stared straight up at the roof. I hate sleep. My body never wants to do it. And to be fair, that's because I had grown accustomed to not sleeping when I was younger. And throughout my teens and early 20s. I didn't want to sleep. I didn't like sleep, it's a waste of time. Why sleep when I could be writing a song? Or recording demos? It was all pointless.

But my finance Izzy thought otherwise. Ever since Izzy went sobre a little over a year ago, he has been very persistent that I get a good sleep. I find it very sweet, but it's times like this I wish he would just let me do my own thing.

I gave up on staring at the ceiling and sat up. I looked over at Izzy. His back was turned to me, and most of the blankets were covering him. I had tried earlier to wrestle my half of the blanket from him earlier, but one thing I have learned is don't mess with sleeping Izzy.

I moved my hand to touch his back. I had never known a man's skin to be so soft. It did make me wonder. I gently stroked my hand along his back. I then moved my hand to move up into his rough brown hair. I smiled at his sleeping figure. I remember when I first started noticing his hair turning into dreadlocks.

I was sitting with Izzy outside the pool we had in our backyard. I was rubbing sunscreen on his back as he had asked. That's when I got a good look at his hair. I stopped rubbing his back and just stared at the back of his head.

“Are you done back there, babe?” Izzy chuckled. I couldn't speak. I was speechless. Izzy must have noticed how quiet I was and turned around to face me. I started smirking at him. He smiled nervously at me.

“What?” He asked. I could only respond by flicking his hair.

“Your hair is looking a bit different these days.” I almost chuckled, with a devilish smirk on my face. Izzy's smile turned into a smirk like my own. He moved his body so he was sitting facing me, and swiftly moved his hands so they were wrapped around my waist. He leaned in and placed a sloppy kiss on my lips. I brought my hands up to his cheeks, cupping them in my hand. We pulled away, and I started twirling a strand of his hair around my finger.

“Do you like my hair like this?” Izzy asked me, looking into my eyes. The smirk that was on his face a few seconds ago had been replaced with a frown. He looked at me worriedly. I kissed his forehead, before looking at him.

“Honey, I think it looks cool. Sexy even. Why?” I asked him, twirling different chunks of his hair in my hand. Izzy looked away. I frowned as well.

“I don't know, I just don't want you to think I'm disgusting, or dirty.” Izzy said softly, still looking away from me. I removed my hand from his hair, and gently grabbed his chin, moving his face so he was facing me. I smiled at him softly.

“Honey, I could never think of you that way. If you want to have dreadlocks, then get them. Who am I to get in the way? It's your life Iz, not mine.” I kissed him again, hoping that had reassured him. He pulled away and hugged me.

“I love you, Princess.” Izzy whispered into my ear.

I removed my hand from Izzy's hair. I leaned done and kissed his back. I rested my forehead on his back for a few seconds, before leaning back up, and getting out of bed. There was no point in me staying in bed if I wasn't gonna sleep. I grabbed my notebook and pen, and walked over to the doors to the balcony of the hotel we were staying in. I opened the door and shut it quietly. The cool air was refreshing on my skin. I took a deep breath, letting the coolness into my lungs. I sat down, looked out to the city, and started writing.

***

I hummed the last part of the song, before putting down the notepad and pen. I will show this to the rest of the girls tomorrow. I stood up from where I was sitting on the floor of the balcony and stared out into the city. There were a few smaller buildings complexes in front of the hotel we were in, before a beautiful beach started. I loved California. It was such a beautiful state. I leaned my elbows up against the railing and rested my face in my hands. This was a breathtaking view.

I had been standing there for a while, before the screen door opened. I turned around to see Izzy standing in the doorway of the balcony. His hair was a bit of a mess, but it was always like that, even before he got dreadlocks. He was rubbing sleep from his eyes. I smiled at him. I slowly walked forward until I was in front of Izzy. I looked up at him.

“What are you doing up princess?” Izzy asked, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around me. I hugged him as well. I leaned my chin on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

“I couldn't get any sleep, Iz. I thought I would come out here and do something useful.” I told him. I moved my hand so it was stroking the back of his head.

“So looking out into the sea was useful?” He asked. I chuckled, and removed my arms from Izzy’s body, looking up at him.

“No silly, I wasn't just looking out into the sea. I was writing a song.” I told him. He closed his eyes for a second, before opening them and looking at me very seriously. Izzy moved his hands so they were holding mine.

“Princess, you can't just keep skipping out of sleep. It's gonna mess you up. I know it's going to be hard, but once you start doing it, the less hard it will be. Ok?” Izzy brought my left hand up to his mouth and placed a kiss on it. I pulled Izzy closer by his hands, so our bodies were touching. I then let go of his hands, and moved my arms so they were hugging him.

“I know Izzy. It's just hard to start.” I mumbled into his chest. A few tears leaked out of my eyes and onto Izzy's skin. He felt this and pulled out of the hug quickly. He saw I was beginning to cry, and quickly wiped away my tears with the pad of his thumb, before bringing me back into the hug.

“I know darlin’, I know. But I promise it will all be worth it once you start. Please just try. Try for me, princess.” Izzy told me softly, rocking us side to side. I looked up at him.

“Why are you so good to me?” I asked. He shrugged, a small smile on his lips.

“Because I love you. Now get your ass back into bed, I'm getting cold.” Just as he said that, like on cue, he shivered. I giggled and nodded. I grabbed the notebook and pen, and followed Izzy back into the bedroom. I put my song back on my desk, and walked back over to the bed. Izzy was already in it, his arms open wide for me to crawl into.

I smiled at him, before getting back into bed. I nestled myself into Izzy’s arms, wrapping my arms around Izzy.

We lay in silence for a few minutes, just holding each other in our arms. I was still finding it hard to sleep. At this point, I was just getting frustrated with myself. I opened my eyes again and looked at the wall. I looked up at Izzy to make sure he had his eyes closed. He did for a split second before he opened one and looked at me.

“Baby, just relax. It’s gonna take some time, but you have to try. Try for me, ok?” He whispered, finishing with a soft kiss on my forehead. I nodded, and closed my eyes, burying my face in his neck, trying to slow down my breathing. I felt another kiss being pressed to my skin, and I smiled.

“Goodnight Princess.” Izzy softly said in my ear.

“Night Iz.”

#Izzy stradlin x reader #Izzy stradlin x femreader #Izzy stradlin #Izzy fic #90's Izzy #90's #Rock #Fluff #Guitar

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gogobo0ts · 7 months

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i lowkey need soft dom steven adler cuddle flufff pleaseee i beg you broooo <3

literally just look at himmmmm. i love stevie sm omg <33

literally imagine how cuddly he'd be before going on tour. sitting you on his lap and kissing your neck softly calling you his 'pretty baby' <3 he wouldn't want to let you go for a second. he'd be all over you, massaging your hips and waist 'n nuzzling you.

lay your head on his chest and he's literally ALL yours. he'd just be caressing you and worshipping every inch of you. let him leave some hickies, he wants you to remember him while he's gone :(

his hands are gonna be all over you, rest assured. he cannot stop himself from wanting to hold you <3

he really just wants to shower you and spoil you with attention and his love <3

a/n: sorry if it's short, hope you enjoyed! he's just so uhurieokkqps

#steven adler x reader #steven adler #fluff #guns n roses #axl rose #duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #slash gnr

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kissesbutmetalfirst · 1 year

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BUNNY 🌸

cw // smut, mommy kink, oral (fem reviving), steven adler

you ruffled his blond locks resisting the urge to kiss him all over. because steven was on the floor with a dog-collar round his neck, matching the hickies splattered down his back where he can’t reach. “what’re you trying to get out of me ?”, you said in that motherly tone. deep and soft. “Mm-hmm” steven buried his face in between your thighs, it tickled a little. pressing kisses closer to your pussy. “m’ just marking what’s mine”.

you guided his hands to pull down your panties (shoving them down his back pocket as a trophy). you layed down on your soft pillow and dragged him on top of you by his collar. stevens eyes twinkled seeing you half naked, so he went back to shoving his face down your skirt. “thaaat’s a good boy”. honeycomb dripped down your pussy and he lapped it up, biting your lips and kissing your clit in turns. it felt perfect as h-

“r-ring ring riing” the fucking house phone started vibrating. “fucking bitch… hello ? hii honey where are you ?”. the warmth escaped your abdomen when your bunny stuck his head back out. all the nectar poured out as the cold air in the room hit your pussy “wait yes eleanor one sec-“ you pulled his sweet face to yours. “bunny.. mommy really needs this right now. i’ll be soo proud of my favorite boy”

stevens stomach melted with the praise. his warm body was hovering over you, he needed to get his hands on your plush titties so bad. grabbing his chin and letting him kiss you on the lips,,,, the hold you had on this grown man’s sexuality. it’s dumb the way he melted into the kiss you “allowed” him to give you, pressing tiny cold kisses on your lips as it ended. bc he didn’t want to let go of you.

“kay so, you were just telling me about- OH yeah i remember”. Steven twisted his tongue around your pearl, kissing it like a dog in heat. it was getting kinda hard not to moan through the phone line. but it felt soo good though !! his left hand pawed on your boob, kneading it. “mhm-MH” his desperate moans made you love him even more.

“Mhmm-mommy <3” he licked from your pearl to your pussy. spreading your cheeks a little to lap at the honey that dripped down. obviously he needed everything he could get. “could you call me by my first name sweetie ??” you were getting close and he could feel it. “mHM- y/n ! y/n baby”

“ah- sorry elle other line. fuck i’m gonna cum ah bunny you want that ? want mommy’s cum all over your face ?” he didn’t have time to answer. your thighs squeezed around his face like a venus fly trap. your pussy clenched and you had no thoughts in that little head of yours. other than of course “steven” <3

#steven adler #gnr x reader #guns n roses #gnr smut #slash gnr #axl rose #izzy stradlin #duff mckagan #fluff #he is so fine #humina humina hu- aWOOGA #heart shaped eyes #gnr #velvet revolver #ff #fanfic #imagines

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rocketttqueennn · 1 year

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Patience ♡

request by @nutellanja !! im sorry this took so long to write ive been busy, i hope you like it!!♡

fluff!!, a little angst

You got home later than usual, overworked and extremely stressed. You walked through the door, throwing your bag to the side as you sighed and threw yourself onto the couch, working overtime and dealing with an awful boss isn't a good combo. You curled up on the couch holding the pillow that was nearby, tightly closing your eyes as you tried to relax.

Slash walked in, calling your name as he saw you all balled up on the sofa. He walked over to you and kneeled down onto the floor in front of you, stroking the side of your head as he looked at you with concern.

"Babe, are you alright? Dinner's just about done, would you like some?" He asked, rubbing your hand with his thumb.

You leaned up and hugged him tightly, resting your head in the crook of his neck as you quietly sniffled, mumbling into his shoulder.

He held you to him, delicately kissing your head.

"What's wrong sweetheart? I'm here for you." He said, cupping your cheeks in his hand as he wiped away all the forming tears.

"Work was awful! I hate my boss, I'm being forced to work more and it's all so stressful- I don't like it!" You said, looking up at him as your tears streamed down his hand.

Slash wiped your face, kissing the top of your head.

"Shh, you don't have to go back there for a while baby, I'm sorry about work. You can take time off, you don't have to do all that sweetheart. I'm here, it'll all be okay." He whispered soothingly, helping you stand up as he smiled at you.

You leaned your head on his chest, hugging him to you as close as you possibly could.

"I love you, I love you so much." You said, looking up at him as he kissed you with a smile, leading you to the kitchen where he then pulled a chair for you.

"I made your favorite all for you, come on sweetheart I'll get you a plate." ♡

⊰ END ⊰

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sadhornyygirl · 10 months

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Materialist

Slashers

Michael Myers

pathetic

bully

public

overstimulation

the masked stranger

Jason Voorhees

jump

Thomas Hewitt

Oral Sex

Billy Loomis

god...yes

faster darling

doggystyle

jealous

I want to cum inside you

scream

porn

Stu Macher

chocking

GUNS N ROSES

Izzy Stradlin

sex car

squirt

threesome (feat. Julian Casablancas)

taking care of him

Duff Mckagan

puppy love

Football

Benjamin Pavard

home

AHS

Michael Langdon

mess

Characters I'm going to write about:

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duffslut · 2 years

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Lovers Rock

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 425

Warnings: Fluff!

"Blue Velvet" from Bob Dylan had just finished playing on the record player when TV Girl's "Lovers Rock" song started playing. Your house was dark and cozy, it was late at night and you and Izzy were still wearing the fancy clothes from the party you had arrived from at hours ago.

Your boyfriend Izzy was crouching in front of the fireplace while trying to light it, you were sitting on the couch, holding your wine glass in one hand and with the other hand filling Izzy's glass with the wine bottle.

As soon as the fireplace was lit, Izzy got up and walked towards you with a silly smile on his lips, you squinted your eyes to see his hand extended to you.

- Would you do me that honor? - Izzy asked, and he was just so irresistible in his fancy black clothes that you couldn't resist his request.

You held his hand, placing your wineglass on the small table in the living room and getting up from the sofa, your puffy red dress took up too much space, but that didn't bother you, you hadn't felt this good in a while, and now, with the music playing on the record player and a few shots of alcohol kicking in your head, you just felt up to anything.

Izzy placed one hand on your back, while with the other, he held yours tight, you leaned your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and breathing in his scent, your body swayed automatically, in a dance perfectly synchronized with his, as if you guys had rehearsed for this before.

- I could stay like this forever. - You said, and then laughed at yourself.

Izzy spun you around and then let your body fall a few inches off the floor, you held your breath, but Izzy held you, bringing you back to him, so close you wished you could climb his body, take his clothes off as fast as you could and feel his skin touching yours, but all you did was wrap your arms around his neck and stare into his bright eyes, every now and then looking away to analyze all his face, the dark circles under his eyes that, In your opinion, made him sexier than anything, the perfect bone structure of his face, his nose... one of your favorite things about him.

Izzy was doing the same as you, his eyes looked so deep into yours you thought he could see your thoughts through it.

- I wouldn't mind spending the whole night like this. - Izzy said.

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aishnico · 8 months

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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."

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axl-rose-lover-1987 · 8 months

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“Think about you”

Izzy Stradlin x reader

Fluff

Year: 1987

You got out of the shower to see the door to yours and Izzy shared bedroom closed. You thought maybe Izzy shut it and was sitting in the living room but when you walked out there he wasn��t sitting there. Huh you thought guess he must just want to be alone in your guys room. You decided to knock on the door and check on him. “You ok iz?” you said knocking on the door. “Yeah I’m fine” he answered back you could here his guitar playing softly too. “Ok just checking”. You said walking away from the room. It was odd of Izzy to not want to be with you on his days off especially since the band was in the middle of recording there first album which meant lonnggg nights in the studio. Is he mad at me? Is he sick of me? All these bad thoughts started to come to your brain. But before they got too bad you decided Izzy was just probably practicing some songs and you should just watch some tv. After about 3 hours of watching tv you were bored out of your mind and Izzy never practiced songs this long at home. You got up and this time you were gonna see what he was up to. You knocked on the door and then just walked in because after all this was your room too. A startled izzy looked up at you and started fumbling around “Y/n what are you doing I’m busy right now” Izzy said quickly closing a notebook he had and setting down his guitar. “I just came to see what your up too I’m bored” you said sitting down on the bed. “That’s cool but I’m doing something right now sweetie” Izzy said not looking at you and just tuning his guitar. Something was up you knew it he didn’t want you in there. “Are you writing a song I could help I helped you write Mr. Brownstone remember” you said smiling. “No i don’t need any help right now babe just go do something else ok” Izzy said sternly to you. Now you were hurt Izzy always loved to hear what you thought of songs he was writing. “Ok” you said trying to hide the sadness in your voice. You turned and left the room shutting the door behind you. You sat back down on the couch. Did he cheat on me? Does he not love me anymore? Is he really just trying to break up with me? Your thoughts consumed you. You started tearing up. And then before you knew it you were in a ball on the couch sobbing. A few mins later you heard your bedroom door creak open. Shit you didn’t want Izzy to see you were upset so you started to quickly wipe away your tears. “Oh my gosh baby are you ok?” Izzy said running up and sitting by you on the couch. “Y-yeah I’m fine Izzy I’m f-fine.” You said you tried to hide your trembling voice but it didn’t really work. “Your crying Izzy said wiping a tear away from your cheek. “No I’m not” you said trying to calm yourself. “Yes you are your mascara is running and your trembling come here babe tell me what’s wrong” Izzy said opening his arms to hold you. You went right in to them having him now holding you and resting his chin on the top of your head. You decided to tell him what happened. “I-I was crying because of you” you said. Izzy didn’t say anything so you continued talking. “You didn’t talk to me all morning then our door was shut and you know I overthink and so all my bad thoughts came in Iz thoughts like that you hate me and lost feelings and want to break up” you said now really sobbing. “You thought I was mad?” Izzy said sounding sad. “Y-yeah” you said sniffling. “I’m so sorry beautiful I really am I’m so fuckin sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel like that I don’t hate you y/n I was ignoring you because…” Izzy paused. “Fuck it let me just show you.” Izzy said getting up and waking to your room. He came back with his guitar and note book. He sat down on the floor in front of you. “It was supposed to be a surprise on the new record for you but I think you need to hear it now” you were slightly confused and now had stopped crying and listened to Izzy who had now started strumming his guitar and then began singing…

🎶I think about you

Honey all the time my heart says yes

I think about you

Deep inside I love you best

I think about you

You know you’re the one I want

Darling you’re the only one, I think about you🎶

Izzy sang it to you right from the heart. And now you cried more but this time tears of joy. You were so dumb how could you think Izzy didn’t love you. Izzy set his guitar aside and now got up to sit by you again. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry I made upset baby I should’ve remembered that you overthink sometimes it’s ok though baby I just wanted to make my song about you a surprise” Izzy said smiling and kissing you on the cheek. “There’s more lyrics about you for the song in my notebook if you want to look that’s why I was hiding it from you” Izzy said now blushing and fidgeting with his fingers. You got quiet for a few minutes trying to soak it all in. “I love you so much Izzy” you said grabbing his hand and holding it. “I love you too baby.” Izzy said kissing the top of your head. “Did you like the song?” Izzy asked. “I loved it Izzy” you said smiling at him. Izzy chuckled he was grinning ear to ear and blushing. “Good because I meant every word.” Izzy said in your ear.

#guns n roses #fav band #axl rose #gnr fanfiction #izzy stradlin #izzy stradlin x reader #fluff #gnr x reader #rockstar #slash #guitar #think about you

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starryeyedrockerbabe · 8 days

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♡Blurred Lines - Axl Rose

Trigger Warnings: Mention of domestic violence/parents fighting

I'm low-key thinking about turning this into a mini-series. No idea where this is gonna go but I guess we'll see. :)

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Walking to class, she kept her head down as she tried to ignore the whispers echoing around her. She hugged her books to her chest, wanting the day to be over as she eventually ducked into the last classroom on the right and scittered over to her assigned seat in the last row from the back.

He watched her lower her eyes, as he set his textbook and his bag of weed in his locker. She interested him. Her wavy locks - an even brighter fiery orange than his - were pulled back with a pink ribbon. Her jeans were a cool denim blue with white flower prints and her white sweater hugged her figure scrumptiously at the same time the baggy sleeves covered her delicately manicured hands.

She opened her book to page 183 per her teacher's instructions, tapping her pencil on her leg as she waited for the lesson to start. She could feel his eyes on her - the greenish brown hues burning into the back of her neck. She kept her eyes on the words and pictures covering the textbook, pretending to ignore him.

The truth was, the fact that somebody (a guy, in particular) was interested in her excited her. Every time they caught each other's stares from across the class room or bumped into each other at lunch - which seemed to be more and more often - her heart would race and this stupid little grin would involuntarily appear on her lips.

He studied her vigorously, taking in every detail of her as she sat two seats ahead in the row to his right. The sun was shining right on her, highlighting the little streaks of natural blond in her red locks. Her pink ribbon was coming untied, and he fought the urge to ask if he could fix it. The way he felt about her confused him. He really only saw the girls at school as pussy, not people. But with her it was different, and he was having a very hard time accepting that.

She glanced up to see him standing by the door, staring at her intensely as he sharpened his pencil with the sharpener attached to the wall. The shavings fell into the trashcan like snow, and she chose to focus more on that than on the tall redhead staring at her with his greenish brown eyes.

Before she knew what was happening, the kid beside her was being bullied out of his seat and the redhead was getting settled in. He turned to her, staring at her so hard it made her shrink back into her sweater.

"Hi."

His voice was deep and velvety, and it made him just that much more handsome. She glanced at him, blushing as she saw just how he was looking at her. She felt like she was being scrutinized, but not necessarily in a bad way.

"Hi..."

"You got a name, pretty girl?"

The butterflies that were already flittering around her her tummy began to lose their minds. Her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink as she finally gathered the courage to hold eye contact with him.

"Y/n. You're Axl, right?"

He smirked, fidgeting with the silver band on his right middle finger.

"Guess I'm not so anonymous anymore, am I?" he countered, referring to his usual antics and trouble making.

Y/n shook her head, smiling softly.

***

Y/n gasped, tensing a bit as Axl snuck up behind her and silently slid an arm around her shoulders. Class had ended and the only things left in the school day were lunch and one more class period.

"What are you doing?" Y/n asked a little suspicsiously.

Axl's voice was smooth and nonchalant as he answered, staring ahead at the end of hall.

"Going to lunch."

"People are gonna think we're dating." Y/n whispered nervously.

"Is it such a bad thing if they do?" Axl countered, trying to hide the hope in his voice. He wasn't planning on necessarily asking y/n out, but he wanted to keep other guys away from her. He wanted her to be his.

"No..."

They walked to the lunch room at a slower pace, Axl keeping y/n hugged close to his side the whole way there. He let go of her to go through the lunch line, but was surprised to find that y/n hesitantly hugged his arm.

He glanced down at her, smiling gently when she looked up at him with her big eyes. Visibly nervous, she immediately moved her hands back to her sides and looked down at the floor, blushing.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

Axl shook his head, holding his arm back out to her.

"No, no it's okay. I don't mind at all."

Y/n didn't hesitate to hug his arm again, blushing as she looked around the cafeteria. Every girl in the room was staring jealously at them, and the boys were looking a mix of disappointed and impressed that the town's outcast rocker delinquent kid had gotten the little shy girl everybody secretly crushed on.

They got their food and found an empty table near the back, talking quietly as they ate. Of course, everybody continued to stare at the two teenagers with their heads together, giggling and quite obviously making fun of people. Well, Axl would make fun of people and y/n would just blush and try not to giggle since she felt bad about it.

The rest of the day followed with Axl walking y/n to her last class, and then somehow hunting her down in the stampede of students at dismissal and offering to walk her home. She smiled, happily obliging and linking her arm with the redhead's as he offered it.

They took their sweet time, neither really wanting their time together to end as they got to know each other more. It was quite the walk from school to y/n's house, and Axl was surprised that she walked to and from school every day.

Y/n eventually stopped in front of little stone cottagecore looking house with square hedges liking the walkway and an oaktree in the front yard with a tire swing.

Axl looked between y/n and the house, smiling as it suited her to live in a place like that.

"I guess I gotta leave now, huh?" Axl said, slightly bummed. Y/n giggled, smiling up at him.

"Yeah, but maybe mama will let you come over for dinner one night. Who knows what the future holds."

Axl shrugged, smiling as he thought about meeting y/n's mother and being able to spend time with y/n outside of school. Axl asked for y/n's phone number, surprised that she gave it to him so willingly.

"I'll see you tomorrow." he said with a wink. Y/n couldn't help but smile like a little kid as she watched him saunter down the sidewalk in his tight blue jeans and half unbuttoned flannel.

Her smile disappeared however, when he turned the corner toward the entrance of neighborhood she'd led him to and she went the opposite way.

She didn't live in the cute little cottage with the white picket fence. She lived in the last house at the dead end in the back of the neighborhood that was covered in grime, had over-grown grass that went to her knees, and screens over the windows that were ripped.

Yelling and fighting echoed from inside the house when she pulled her keys out to unlock the door, and she flinched as a plate crashed against the wall next to her head before she quicklu shut the door and scurried off to her room, praying Axl would call sooner or later so she could have some form of disctraction besides her homework.

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~izzy stradlin~

izzy stradlin x femreader

fluff/angst

| izzy and you have been dating for around 6 months and you come home to your apartment where he stays after being followed and almost touched by a man on the way back from work |

! trigger warning !

stalking / traumatic event / assault

You feel the cool breeze on your face as you walk home from your shift at one of the local bars. You look down at your watch which reads 12:48am and continue walking along the sidewalk towards your apartment. You notice a person walking along the other side of the road going back the other way. It seems to be a man who is wearing a large coat and hat, walking with his hands in his pockets. You continue walking and feel that something isn't right, so you turn around to check if anyone is around. You scan the area and notice a black figure a bit further back. "What the fuck," you mutter to yourself, realizing it's the man from before. You pick up your pace a little, just enough to be discreet. You rang Izzy before leaving so if you took any longer than usual, he would come looking for you. You walk about a block further before looking back and seeing that he's not only still behind you but getting closer. He's quite tall so he can easily walk faster than you. You continue walking and when you can finally see your apartment, you relax slightly, knowing Izzy is staying over. You rummage through your bag to find your key when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up and you're only a couple apartments down from your own. "Let go of me!" You yell. The man's hand slides from your shoulder to your wrist. You try to pull away, but the man has a firm grip on you. "Please, I'll give you whatever you want, just please let me go," you say. You hear the man chuckle slightly as you continue to pull, causing you both to stumble closer to your apartment. You drop your purse which makes him look down. "Take it, please, let me go home," you plead once again. He thinks for a moment and then looks back at you, his eyes still shadowy from his hat. You begin to tug your arm away again when you see his eyes look over your head and behind you. You look behind you to see another man with black hair who was standing on your apartment stairs a little bit further down.

"Izzy!" you yell which makes him run over. The man, obviously not intimidated by Izzy, keeps a firm grip on your arm.

"Get the fuck off of her," Izzy says, putting his hands on your shoulders. The man chuckles and shakes his head.

"No, I don't think I will scarecrow," he replies, having a dig at Izzy's figure. Izzy takes a deep breath and, with no warning, lunges forward at the man, knocking him to the ground. "What the fuck are you doing?" The man says.

"I gave you a fucking warning," Izzy replies, swinging his fist into the man's jaw. He stands up and waits for the other man to follow, which he does. "If you don't leave in the next 10 seconds, you'll be knocked out on this sidewalk until daylight, alright?" Izzy says, angrily. He's standing in front of you, blocking you from the man's vision. "Go," he adds on when the man doesn't move however he eventually walks away when he realizes that Izzy is serious.

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You both walk into the apartment and Izzy closes the door behind you. He flicks the light on but you don't stop. You drop your purse on the counter and walk straight to the bathroom, where you lean in front of the mirror. You drop your head down and close your eyes as you feel them starting to fill with tears. You sniff a couple of times before hearing a shuffle at the bathroom door which you had left open. You turn and look to see Izzy leaning on the doorframe with his arms folded in front of him. As you make eye contact, you can tell just by his eyes that his heart is breaking seeing you like this. You turn your body to face him and feel the flood gates open as he walks over and embraces you in a tight squeeze.

"You're okay, I'm here," he says, still with a slight bit of anger in his voice. You pull away and he cups your face with both hands, wiping the tears away with his thumb. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there quicker," he finally says quietly. I shake my head.

"It's not your fault Izzy," you reply, grabbing his hands. "You did everything you could have and I'm so happy you did," you say. He leans down and rests his head on yours. After a moment of silence, he pulls his head up from yours.

"Why don't you have a shower and then we can go to bed, hm?" he suggests quietly. You smile and nod, so he walks over to the shower and starts getting it to temperature. You strip off and wait somewhat awkwardly to get in. "It's ready," he says, turning to look at you. He admires you for a second before smiling. "You're so pretty," he says which makes you blush.

"Do you want to join me?" you ask. Izzy raises an eyebrow. "Nothing like that," you chuckle. "I just want some company."

And with that he hops in with you.

#izzy stradlin #izzy stradlin x reader #guns n roses #fan fiction #fluff

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