Nothing To Hide🩸

Cry me a river series🍸

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

~Chapter Four: One drink

You tell yourself it’s just one drink.

Just one drink because you’re curious, because you’re restless, because you want to prove to yourself that seeing him doesn’t matter anymore. That you’re over it… over him.

He orders a beer. You go with something lighter, just to keep your hands busy. The air between you is thick, humming with old tension and words that never got said.

“So,” you say, tracing the rim of your glass. “Still writing songs no one gets to hear?”

Izzy smirks. “Still pretending you’re not dying to ask why I left?”

You go quiet. He notices.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” he mutters, taking a sip. “That wasn’t fair.”

You shrug, staring down at the scratched wood of the bar. “It’s true, though.”

A long pause.

“I didn’t know how to be in something real,” he says suddenly, catching you off guard. “Didn’t know how to stay.”

You raise an eyebrow. “So disappearing was the easier choice?”

“No,” he replies, voice quieter now. “It was the coward’s choice.”

You study him. His eyes don’t dodge yours like they used to. There’s a rawness in his voice you don’t recognize. Or maybe you just never got to hear it before.

“I thought about you every day,” he adds. “But I figured you were better off.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “That’s the thing about people like you, Izzy. You always think you get to decide what’s better for everyone.”

He leans back, wincing. Like your words landed where they were meant to.

“Maybe,” he says. “But I’m here now.”

“And what exactly does here mean?” you ask, finishing your drink. “You want forgiveness? Closure? A do-over?”

He looks at you like he’s trying to figure that out himself. Then he leans in just slightly, voice low and rough.

“I want to know if you still feel it.”

Your breath catches. Your body remembers before your brain can argue. But you push the feeling down, like you’ve trained yourself to do.

“You don’t get to ask that.”

He doesn’t press further. Doesn’t need to. The spark between you is already burning at the edges, slow and dangerous.

“You walked away once,” you say softly. “And if I let you back in… if I feel anything again… don’t you dare do it twice.”

Izzy nods, jaw tight. “Then don’t let me back in… yet. Just let me stay here, at this bar. One drink. One night. No promises.”

You look at him. Really look at him.

And for tonight… you don’t get up.

Steven finallyyy made his happy bday post to izzy!

What's your insta, if I may ask?

Just message me on here and I’ll give it to ya as long as you ain’t a creep or under a certain age lol

Mood rn

happy birthday izzy love u so fuckin much old man 😭😭😭💕💕💕

he’s the love of my life wdym we’ll never get married and live happily ever after

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ★ . . . my boyfriend’s pretty cool

I see that you guys really enjoyed my birthday izzy story, so I decided to write another story, but this time it will be a series! It’s called “cry me a river”Lemme know if you guys like it 🤗

Cry Me a River Series~(izzy x reader)

Chapter one: Back Then

The soundcheck was chaos. Slash’s amp kept blowing out, Axl was late…again and Duff was already halfway through a bottle of vodka even though it wasn’t even 5 p.m.

Izzy found you behind the curtains, sitting cross-legged on the floor, twirling a guitar pick between your fingers. You wore his leather jacket even though it was too hot for it, but it smelled like him, cigarettes, sweat, and that earthy cologne he used sometimes when he remembered. You were tired, running on gas station coffee and tour-bus naps, but you still smiled when he crouched down in front of you.

“Hey,” he said, brushing a lock of hair from your face. “You okay?”

You nodded, even though you weren’t. The girls, the rumors, the phone calls he never returned when the band was in L.A. and you were stuck in New York. You told yourself none of it mattered as long as he came back to you.

He kissed your forehead like he always did after screwing up.

“I’ll make it up to you after the show, promise.”

You wanted to believe him.

God, you did.

Present Day~

The cafe was quiet, soft jazz playing from a speaker overhead. You were on your second espresso, scrolling through emails, when the door opened and you felt it, him… before you saw him.

Izzy Stradlin. Older, sure. A little worn down, a little less wild. But still him. Still dangerous in a quiet, slow-smile kind of way. He looked like the past, wrapped in denim and regret.

“Hey,” he said, voice low like he was scared to scare you off.

You didn’t stand up. Didn’t smile.

Instead, you stirred your coffee slowly, eyes locked on his.

“You’ve got some nerve,” you said calmly. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, hand in his pocket, eyes flickering with something he wasn’t saying.

“I was in town. Thought I’d see you.”

You laughed, dry, sharp. Like the sound of a glass cracking.

“You saw me. Now what?”

He looked stunned for a second, like he expected you to fall into his arms. Like time hadn’t passed. Like you hadn’t spent years learning how to forget the sound of his voice.

“You look good,” he muttered.

You leaned back in your chair, tilted your head, and gave him a look so cold it could’ve frozen the air between you.

“I am good.”

Finally 19🎉🎉

So do you also accept smutty, kinky requests for Steven Adler x reader fics? Because you've never mentioned him before, so I figured i'd ask first 🫣

Yesss! Also, let me know if you’d like it to be a short or long fic orrr if you want multiple parts.