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tuffduff · 4 years

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Unexpected {part II} (Izzy Stradlin x Reader)

Pairing: Izzy x Reader

Words: 1,693

Request: @universal-scorpio “Heyyyy! I’m kinda new to the Guns fandom but I saw you were open to requests so maybe a part 2 to the Unexpected Izzy imagine please? Where Izzy and the reader have the baby?? Anyway, I love your blog and I hope you’re happy, healthy and doing well at this time! 💖”

A/N: Stradlin Sunday rolls on! Genuinely get so excited reading what you guys think, I’m always like “wow people actually like what I write!” lmao thank you guys for giving me that. I hope everyone is doing safe and well, thanks again for the request @universal-scorpio and for being so sweet! Welcome to the Jungle! ❤️🐯

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Izzy was the definition of calm and collected during your pregnancy. Your first trimester went off without a hitch if you didn’t count the nausea and hormones. When you would just burst into tears at the silliest things, like your dog getting a haircut or running out of ice cream, he would do his best to make it better. There wasn’t much he could do about the dog, but he always made sure to have every odd snack already in your house. If you wanted something you didn’t have, like sweet pickles in particular, he would leave your house—often in the middle of the night—to get it.

Really, he always seemed to know exactly what to do and never lost his patience or his cool. Sometimes you wondered in amusement if he had forgotten you were pregnant; the random onset of heartburn or tears never phased him. Or, at least that’s what you thought for a few months. Evidently, he had you fooled.

One day, while he was out taking your dog for a walk, you wandered into the studio in your home where he recorded and played music—his little sanctuary. You were surprised at the tall pile of books on a desk that you hadn’t seen before and inspected each title curiously. The Birth Partner, Pregnancy Childbirth and the Newborn, What to Expect When You’re Expecting, Your Pregnancy Week by Week.

Beside the stack of books, you found an open notebook and flipped through it. The first few pages were all full of potential song lyrics and music, but soon, his writings turned to all things concerning your baby. It was like he was a student preparing for an exam with neat notes and underlines and reminders.

“Babe?” You turned to see Izzy at the door frame, faint lines on his forehead. You could feel a wide smile growing on your lips as you turned to face him.

“What’s all of this?” You asked him curiously, raising What to Expect When You’re Expecting. “Shouldn’t I be the one reading this?” He shrugged a bit sheepishly.

“I wanted to be able to put myself in your shoes and sort of…anticipate what you’re going to be going through so I can help somehow…” He looked down a little, scratching the back of his neck. “Besides, I don’t think it’s you that needs the extra help.”

“Izzy! Are you worried?” You asked, abandoning the books and walking in front of him to cradle his face and lift his gaze up to meet yours. Your tummy rested against his, preventing you from getting as close as you wanted.

“This is just something I don’t want to fuck up.” He admitted quietly, finally looked you in the eyes. His hands drifted up and rested on your tummy. “I don’t want to let you or our baby down.”

“Babe…there’s nothing wrong with doing a little preparation. But you shouldn’t be worried, you’re going to be a great father. And you’re gonna make mistakes.” He looked up sharply. “I am too. I’m not perfect, no one is. But I know we’re going to do the best we can and this baby isn’t going to be lacking any love or care from either of us. And I know as long as I have you by my side, we’re gonna figure this out as we go and be alright.” He relaxed a little bit and nodded finally, raising his hands to stroke your hair.

“Somehow, I keep finding ways to fall even more in love with you.” He told you, kissing your forehead.

“I hope that never goes away.” You giggled leaning into his embrace.

Soon, it was time to find out the sex of your child. No longer trying to hide his feelings, Izzy held your hand tightly through the entire experience, his right leg bouncing in uncontrolled anxiousness. His other free hand drummed on his knee absently as you both watched the ultrasound image.

“Well, congratulations mom and dad, you’ve got a healthy baby girl.” When you turned to look at Izzy’s reaction, you instantly grew emotional. His mouth was slightly open in amazement and you could see his eyes beginning to water. He stood from his seat and leaned in closer to get a look, shaking his head in disbelief before he leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“We’ve got a baby girl…Y/N, we’ve got a baby girl.” It was almost as though he needed to repeat it to get it into his own head, to enter this new reality.

“Now we’ve gotta think of a name,” you giggled.

Your pregnancy continued to go extremely well. You and Izzy argued over names constantly, in the middle of everyday conversation.

“Do we have eggs?” Izzy would ask you in the grocery store before absently adding. “How about Amelia?”

“We need more eggs. And a better name than Amelia.” Izzy rolled his eyes at you before he lifted a block of cheese from the assortment in front of you.

“How about Brie?” He asked dryly.

“I am not going to tell my baby girl her father named her after a block of cheese!” You told him, shoving his shoulder as he laughed.

Eventually, despite his trepidation, he decided to reach out to his former band members and let them know the latest news in your lives. They had nothing but love and support for the both of you and even pitched in collectively to send you guys an assortment of gifts; a new expensive car seat, flowers for you, and tons of new outfits and toys. The sweetest thing possibly, however, was a tiny onesie with a Guns N’ Roses logo. “You’re still family,” Axl insisted to the both of you. It was the exact reassurance Izzy needed.

“Babe, come here for a sec?” Izzy called you into his studio one night. “I want Ramona to hear something.” When you entered the room Izzy was sat, guitar in hand, and a gentle smile.

“Ramona?” You questioned.

“Did I say that out loud?” Izzy asked, making you laugh a little. “I’m not gonna lie, I really like that one—I’ve started calling her that in my head. So, just tell me how much you hate it and we can move on…”

“Hate it? I don’t hate it.” Izzy looked surprised and you giggled. “Maybe you caught me on a good day. No, really. I love it. It’s different.” Izzy’s returning smile forever reminded you of how lucky you were to have this life. “Now, surprise us.”

“It’s a new song I wrote for her,” the song he played on his guitar was a lulling soothing melody, his words soft and loving as he described in an incredible show of vulnerability his fears of not getting fatherhood right, but how he would always love and support her and do right by her. It made you cry. You could feel your baby kicking in your stomach and gasped through your tears, motioning for Izzy to place his hand to your belly. Soon, he was crying too.

The day your water broke was a day Izzy was not home, but recording with his new band, the JuJu Hounds, and you had to call him frantically, trying not to panic alone in your house.

“Shit! I’m on my way, I’ll be there in five minutes, Y/N! I’m right down the road!” You could hear the panic in his voice too.

Izzy made it in ten, screeching to a halt outside the front of your house where you were sat gripped with pain from a contraction.

“I thought you said five!” You complained as he hurried to help you into the car.

“Yeah, it would’ve been five but I got pulled over,” he explained. “He let me go though. Hopefully, it doesn’t happen on our way to the hospital, huh?” The force of which you gripped his hand made his face pale.

“You’re not stopping if it does. Drive, please.” Izzy was almost afraid to utter any words on the way to the hospital and would shoot worried glances at you every so often while gripping the wheel tight with both hands. You were sure he was dying to smoke the whole pack of cigarettes on him but had stopped smoking around you.

“Just in case I forget, I never want to have another baby with you.” You groaned. He chuckled nervously.

“Hopefully not with some other man either, right?” He grew silent again at the glare you shot him.

Izzy never left your side through it all and everything happened so fast. You barely noticed him through your pain, you barely noticed much of anything. After a grueling long afternoon and evening, you gave birth to your baby girl, Ramona Leann Isbell, at 4:36 AM.

While you did your best to recover, panting and feeling like you had nothing left to give, you watched Izzy take your newly wrapped baby girl into his arms. The way he held her gave away his inner fear, slightly shaking and with an overabundance of caution, as though she were a precious vase he was afraid of breaking. You watched his eyes, wide with wonder that quickly flooded with love as he let out a soft sigh of awe. This little girl already had him wrapped around her tiny finger.

“Hey, little one…welcome to the world. Daddy’s got you, daddy’s always got you. I’m right here…” he cooed gently, settling into a more confident position. He glanced over at you with the biggest smile in the world and you didn’t even realize until that moment you were crying. “Do you want to see mommy? Yeah? Let’s see mommy,” he brought you over and you sat up eagerly, gaining new strength, and held out your arms. Izzy gently cradled your baby into your arms and leaned beside you on the hospital bed, tucking your hair out of your face.

“I can’t believe we made her.” He marveled out loud to you, pressing his face next to your hair. “She’s perfect, just like you. I love you so much, Y/N. Thank you for giving me this incredible life.”

#stradlin sunday #izzy stradlin #izzy stradlin imagine #guns n roses #guns n roses imagine #gnr #gnr imagine

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holidaywishes · 4 years

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The Promposal

Requested: 👍

Summary/Request: heyyyy! can you write a nick robertson imagine where the reader lives in atlanta and is a senior in high school and the leafs are playing in nashville or dallas or carolina and nick and the reader are really missing each other. the reader’s senior is prom is coming up and nick wants to go to prom with her then the boys go to atlanta to help nick with a promposal? (sheldon agreed that nick doesn’t have to play the game before/during/after the reader’s prom after nick asked.) thank you!

Warning: Fluff but that’s it?

Author’s Note: Alright, so much like the last Nick Robertson imagine, I couldn’t find a GIF of him off the ice, so one of him scoring will have to work lol. I wanted to write the previous request first because, being Canadian, I had a Grad not a Prom, and certainly not a Promposal. So I wasn’t sure how to write it. Which meant I went onto YouTube and watched about 20 Promposal videos to get an idea of how this could look. It’s another short one so I hope it does the trick! Enjoy :D

P.S. (Y/F/F) is your favourite flowers in case anyone was wondering

Song Credit: You Send Me -- Sam Cooke

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“I hate that you’re not here...” you whined over Facetime to your boyfriend

“I hate that you’re not here” he laughed

“You know I can’t be there”

“Ditto” he joked and you scoffed at his one word response

“Nick..”

“(Y/N)...”

“I miss you...” you started, “High school is so boring without you. Atlanta is so boring without you.”

“You think Dallas is exciting? You think I really want to be on the road when you’re not with me?”

“Even if you weren’t on the road, it’s not exactly like I could be with you...”

“You know what I mean...”

“I do.”

“I miss you, so much.” You smiled at his admission before you heard your mom call you and you were forced to say goodbye to your boyfriend. Having Nick so far away from you was hard and no matter how close he got to Atlanta, it never felt like you could really spend any time with him; which made being in a relationship exceptionally difficult. While all your friends were being serenaded or surprised with Promposals, you had to sit back and wait for your next call with Nick making the idea of even going to Prom painful to think about. It’s not like you’d actually thought that him taking you to Prom was possible because of the insanity of his schedule but you couldn’t help yourself from picturing how he’d ask. You imagined him using all the guys on the team to direct you to a ‘romantic’ spot in the quad of your high school where Nick would be waiting for you, in a bespoke suit no less, and he’d hand you a big bouquet of (Y/F/F)s before kneeling down to bring the absurdity of the whole “Promposal” thing full circle and he’d say “Go to Prom with me?,” you’d say, “Well, Duh!” and then all would be perfect and amazing; you’d quickly be pulled back into reality, however, when you realized that you’d never get the chance to share any of it with him.

“You’re coming with us right?” Emily asked as she sat across from you at the typical lunch spot the next day

“What?” you replied, shaking yourself out of the trance you’d been in

“You’re still coming in the limo with everyone right? To Prom?” she repeated, “I know Nick can’t come but you can’t miss out on your Senior Prom...”

“Oh,” you stuttered, “right. Yeah, I don’t know... I don’t know if I can be around all the couples and stuff that night. Knowing that I could be with Nick and I’m not”

“Could you though?” Emily’s boyfriend, Lucas, asked before Emily nudged his side, “what? All I’m saying is, you two don’t live in the same country and you didn’t even live in the same state before he was drafted. I don’t know how you’ve lasted this long.“

“Because we love each other!” you scoffed, throwing a piece of food at him

“I know you do but come on...” he continued, “if he’s not gonna come back for Homecoming or even during the summer, would he really come back for Senior Prom?”

“Maybe... if I asked...” you said quietly

“But you’d never ask. That’s kinda the problem, isn’t it (Y/N)?” Lucas said and you sighed to yourself. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. You’d met Nick four years ago in California when you were there for vacation with your parents. You hit it off and spent nearly the entire time you were there with him, you exchanged numbers and texted every day. When you finally had to leave, he said he wanted to make the relationship work -- so you set up Skype dates and phone calls every week, and when you couldn’t call, you’d text or send e-mails. It was kind of amazing that it worked so well but when he got drafted in 2019, you weren’t sure how much time he’d have for the typical schedule. The phone calls went from every week to every two weeks, Skype dates were maybe once every two months and texts were sent in big clumps at the end of the week like you were ‘catching up.’ You brought it up to him once and he promised he’d make time for all of it as soon as training was done and he kept that promise. Still, Lucas was right to say that you’d never ask Nick to come back to Atlanta for one dance. Even if it was Senior Prom. It just wasn’t fair to him, so you had to deal with it

“Fine, I’ll come. But I don’t want any pity about being the seventh wheel or whatever I’ll be.” You finally said as Emily squealed in excitement

“Yay!” she cooed, “it’s going to be so much fun. You won’t even realize you’re not just with friends!” She said and you scoffed, finishing your lunch before the bell rang and you had to run back to class.

Nick’s P.O.V.

You could tell (Y/N) was holding back from telling you something from the way she sighed and dropped her head when you remembered her Senior Prom was in two weeks. The two of you talked about it when her Senior year first started but things got complicated very quickly once you’d signed your contract and neither of you were sure if you should even plan for it; that didn’t mean you didn’t know how important it was to her and for her.

“I know it’s last minute, Coach, but I love this girl...” you pleaded your case, following Keefe around his office as he was putting things away, “this is her Senior Prom and I miss her. It would’ve been my Prom too...”

“What? If you hadn’t become a member of the National Hockey League?” He challenged

“Sir, please,” you sighed, sitting down to continue, “all I’m asking is for one day to go down there and take some of the guys with me for a Promposal... Nashville is only three hours away from Atlanta, so we’ll be in the area in a couple days anyway. Just one day, that’s all.”

“One day and then another for the actual Prom and then maybe another in case you sleep in and forget to leave on time, right?” He argued

“Oh.. yeah... I guess I’d need more than one day...” You winced, slumping down in your chair before you noticed a smirk grow on your Coach’s face

“I’m just messing around, Robertson. Of course you can go to the Prom with this girl. We’ll readjust everything. Just tell us where you need us and we’ll be happy to help!” He smiled and you could feel your face beaming with excitement before you thanked him profusely. Talking the guys into it was an ordeal, with most of them groaning at the idea of taking time out of their schedules to follow you to a high school to ask a girl to her Senior Prom, but they eventually agreed; now, all that was left was for you surprise her. You hopped on the bus with the guys and made your way down to Atlanta

“You guys ready?” you texted Lucas and Emily

“I’m so ready!” Emily replied

“Yep.” Lucas responded

“Alright we should be there in about an hour or so. Make sure you get her to the spot okay?”

“Will do!”

“On it, bud.”

By the time the bus pulled up in down the block from the high school, you had already started to sweat and Zach was the first to say something

“You alright there, Nicky?” he asked

“What if she says no?” you replied, rubbing your hands on your pants trying to control the sweat on your palms, “I’ll have wasted everyone’s time! and I’d be humiliated...”

“Why would she say no?” Willy asked

“I don’t know...” you stammered

“Well then you got nothing to worry about!” he laughed

“I just want everything to be perfect!”

“It will be!” Mitch smirked before everyone made their way to meet (Y/N) where Emily and Lucas had taken her for lunch. As the boys got into position outside of the door, oohing to the song that you had forced them to listen to until Emily and Lucas tore open the door and she finally realized the music was for her

“Darling you, send me. I know you send me. Darling you, send me. Honest you do, honest you do, honest you woah...”

Her hand covered her mouth as she took in what was happening

“Now I find myself wanting to love you and take you to Prom...” She laughed at your change of words as you made your way closer to her.

“What is going on, Nicky?” she whispered as her smile grew wider as she noticed the rest of the team outside with bouquets of (Y/F/F)s.

“Would you go to Prom with me, (Y/N)?” you finally asked without the music and the backing vocals of your teammates

“Of course I will!” she answered with a big smile on her face before she wrapped her arms around your neck as yours wrapped around her waist

“I love you so much” you whispered into her ear

“I missed you...” she whispered back before you kissed her

“This is going to be one amazing night”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way...”

#Nick Robertson #Nick Robertson Imagine #masterlist #the other masterlist #request #Nick Robertson Request #it's cute #it's very young #and I don't know if that's how this kid would act #but it's cute #so why not

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