Damaged… Or Not~ Part One

What's your heritage?

I’m mixed, half white (mom) and half black (dad). My mom is part Native American too, she got it from her dad and his side of the family. Not sure if I have any traces of Native American ancestry because yk dna is weird, but if I do it would be a very small percentage. My father is just Black American from what I’ve been told.

Hope this helps 🤷🏽‍♀️😭

nice izzy fic!

can you post the alternate ending too? Not that it wasn't good or something but I'm just curious🥰

Yess ofc! Here is the alternate ending to the damaged izzy fic! (Yes it is still a sad ending lol) Let me know if you guys liked the original ending or the alt ending better :)

Damaged💔❤️‍🔥

Izzy stradlin x reader| featuring slash

Alternative Ending~~~

It had taken everything in me to not reach out again.

After everything, after the betrayal, the nights of silence, the rumors of Izzy nearly drinking himself into the hospital, I still loved him. Still saw him in everything. In the songs we used to listen to. In the worn denim jacket still buried at the back of my closet. In the aching hollowness I hadn’t been able to fill with anyone else.

He finally agreed to meet.

A quiet café on Sunset. Middle of the day. Neutral ground. He walked in late, sunglasses on, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his worn black hoodie. He looked exhausted.

“Hey,” I whispered.

He slid into the booth across from me. Didn’t say anything for a long minute. Just stared.

“You look… better,” I offered.

Izzy scoffed. “That’s a lie.”

I reached for his hand across the table, but he pulled back.

“I’m not here for a reunion,” he said, voice low. “You said you had something to say.”

I nodded, throat tight. “I still love you. And I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t fix anything, but—”

He cut me off. “Why now?”

“Because I never stopped thinking about you. About us.”

His jaw clenched. He looked like he wanted to believe me, and hated himself for it.

And then the bell above the door rang.

We both turned.

Slash.

Leather jacket, dark shades, that cocky smirk like he owned the world.

“Wow,” he drawled. “Didn’t think I’d find both of you here.”

Izzy’s entire body went rigid.

Slash walked right up to our table, hands on the edge, leaning in. “Cute little meeting. What is this, closure?”

“Leave,” I said quickly, my stomach dropping.

Izzy stood up slow, eyes hard. “You followed her?”

Slash shrugged. “Didn’t have to. Just figured she’d go crawling back eventually.”

Izzy stepped forward. His voice was calm, but deadly. “You’ve got five seconds to walk out before I do something we both regret.”

Slash smiled like a devil. “Don’t forget, man. She came to me. You were just too fucked up to see what was right in front of you.”

I grabbed Izzy’s arm. “Don’t. He’s not worth it.”

But the damage was already done.

Izzy’s chest rose and fell rapidly. His eyes were glassy, not with tears, just rage and heartbreak barely contained.

“You know what?” he said, looking at me. “I thought maybe… maybe we had a chance. That something real was still buried under the wreckage.”

“There is,” I whispered. “Izzy, please.”

But he shook his head.

“I can’t compete with ghosts. And I won’t compete with him.”

He walked out without another word, the door slamming behind him like the end of a chapter I’d never get to rewrite.

Slash let out a breathy chuckle. “He’ll get over it.”

I turned on him, eyes burning. “You ruined everything.”

He tilted his head. “No, sweetheart. You did.”

And just like that, I was alone again.

I’m not sure if this is too far and I couldn’t find anything that says what you write and don’t write but it has the talk of self harm and there is no need to write about it if you’re not comfortable with it! But I thought about it and I was wondering if you could write a story about Izzy Stradlin x Fem reader and they’re in the middle of sex (first time having sex so she’s nervous in general and about her scars, scared that he wouldn’t like her anymore) and he wanders down there and sees the scars from self-harm and she could see him looking at them so she gets embarrassed and flushed but instead he stares in awe and kisses her scars telling her it’s okay because he sensed and saw her embarrassed face? Then he gives her hickeys then gives her some love to her❤️

Hey! Yes I just finished it. I thought this was a really sweet and touching idea for a fic; haven’t really seen many that talk about this topic. So far I don’t have any boundaries when it comes to what I write, but if I do I’ll post about it. So, if you have anymore ideas like this one feel free to voice it😊

Nothing to Hide🩸

Izzy stradlin x fem reader

Warning ‼️ talks about self harm

Y/N POV~~

You were already nervous as hell, just from the fact that this was your first time. But being with him? With Izzy? That made everything feel even more real. He was kissing down your neck, taking his time, his hands soft and warm on your sides. You could barely think straight.

You trusted him. You really did. But still, part of you was scared. Scared he’d see them. The scars.

As his lips moved lower, over your stomach, you tensed without meaning to. He didn’t seem to notice at first, too focused on making sure you felt good and comfortable. But then his hand slid down your thigh… and stopped.

He saw them.

You felt your whole body heat up in panic. “Izzy—wait, just… don’t look at those,” you blurted, your voice way smaller than you meant it to be.

You turned your face, wishing you could disappear. The last thing you wanted was for him to think you were messed up, or broken, or worse… that you’d ruined the moment.

But then he didn’t pull away. He didn’t freak out or say anything weird. Instead, he looked up at you with this soft, gentle expression.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he said quietly, like he already knew exactly how you were feeling. “I see them, yeah. But I also see you. And I still want you.”

Then, out of nowhere, he leaned down and kissed one of the scars. Then another. You felt your throat tighten up, like you might cry, but not in a bad way. He wasn’t scared of them. He wasn’t scared of you.

“These don’t change anything,” he said against your skin. “If anything… they just remind me how strong you are.”

He gave you a few hickeys, teasing you like he always did, but still being gentle. Still letting you know it was okay.

And when he finally leaned in and kissed you, slow and deep, it didn’t feel scary anymore. It felt like love.

You didn’t even remember when your nerves finally melted away, just that Izzy never once made you feel wrong or broken. He touched you like he meant it, like he saw you, all of you, and still wanted more. His hands were everywhere. Every kiss, every teasing moment, every breath against your skin reminded you that this was real. And that he was still here.

After, you were wrapped up in his arms, both of you tangled in the sheets, skin warm and flushed. His fingers lazily trailed up and down your spine, like he wasn’t ready to stop touching you yet. Like letting go wasn’t even an option.

“You okay?” he murmured into your hair.

You nodded, nuzzling your face into his chest. “Yeah… better than okay, actually.”

He chuckled softly, and you could feel the vibrations in his chest. “Good. I was kinda hoping I didn’t suck.”

You snorted. “You didn’t suck. Annoying as hell, maybe, but not bad.”

He tipped your chin up so you had to look at him, that familiar little smirk tugging at his lips. “Annoying, huh? Pretty sure I had you moaning my name like—”

“Izzy!” you hissed, smacking his chest, but he just laughed and caught your wrist.

He kissed your knuckles, then turned serious for a second. “Hey,” he said softly, brushing your hair back from your face. “Thank you… for trusting me.”

Your throat tightened again, but in the best way. You didn’t have words, so you leaned in and kissed him, slow and soft. He kissed you back like he had all the time in the world.

After a while, you tucked yourself under his chin again, his hand gently running over your thigh, fingers brushing over your scars like it was second nature now. Like they didn’t scare him, or change how he saw you at all.

“Y’know,” he said quietly, “if I could, I’d go back in time and sit next to you on whatever night those happened. Just sit with you. Make sure you knew you weren’t alone.”

That broke you a little, in a good way. You blinked fast to stop the tears, but one still slipped out.

You didn’t speak. Just held onto him tighter.

He pulled the blanket up higher around your shoulders and kissed your temple. “I got you now,” he whispered. “Okay? You don’t ever have to hide from me again.”

“I know,” you said quietly. “I don’t want to.”

He smiled against your skin. “Good. Now sleep before I make you fall for me even harder in the morning.”

“Too late,” you muttered, already half-asleep against him. “Way too late…”

Finally 19🎉🎉

Cry me a river series~ izzy x reader

Chapter two: Ghost Notes😬

Back Then – 1989

It was Vegas, and it was loud. Neon signs, fans screaming, the sound of your own heart cracking beneath the surface.

Izzy hadn’t come back to the hotel that night.

You waited. Curled up on the stiff bed with your boots still on and the TV flickering static in the background. You’d stared at the ceiling so long it started to look like it was moving.

When he finally showed, it was 5 a.m. He looked like hell. Smelled like perfume and smoke and something too sweet to be innocent.

He froze when he saw you awake. “Didn’t think you’d still be up.”

You didn’t say anything.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, ran a hand through his tangled hair. “It’s not what it looks like”.

You snorted, bitter and tired. “You don’t even know what I think it looks like”.

He turned his head toward you slowly, as if hoping the dark would hide the guilt in his eyes.

“Maybe I don’t wanna know.”

You stood up, grabbed your bag, and headed for the door. You didn’t even know where you were going, just that you needed out before you said something you’d regret.

“Where the hell are you going?” he asked, voice sharp now.

“Out,” you said without turning around. “Maybe I’ll find someone who knows how to keep their promises.”

Now ~Present Day

You didn’t mean to see him again.

But three days later, he was waiting outside your building. Leaning against the hood of an old car like something out of a music video, cool, casual, and completely out of place in your carefully rebuilt life.

You stopped on the sidewalk, arms full of groceries, heart pounding like a drum solo in your chest.

“Izzy,” you said, flat and cold. “What are you doing here?”

He straightened up, hands in his pockets again, just like before.

“I owed you more than just walking into that cafe.”

You walked right past him toward the door. “You owe me a hell of a lot more than that.”

“I know,” he said quietly, following a few steps behind. “I just… I didn’t know how to fix it.”

You turned around so fast he almost bumped into you. “So you ran? Typical.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to see me again.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “I didn’t. But now you’re here, dragging ghosts out of closets I locked up a long time ago.”

His jaw clenched, and for a second, he looked almost like he used to, raw, haunted, beautiful in that broken way.

“I’m not asking you to forgive me,” he said. “I just want to talk.”

You stared at him. Really stared.

“You should’ve thought about talking then,” you whispered. “When I needed you. When I begged you not to shut me out.”

The wind picked up, rustling your coat, your hair. He didn’t move. He just looked at you like he didn’t know how to breathe anymore.

“I’m not the girl you left behind,” you said. “So if you’re looking for her, go find someone else to haunt.”

You turned and walked inside.

And this time, he didn’t follow.

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

So so so so so so so fineee😩😩😩😩

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

Duff reposted it on his story! Slash and the gnr page made a happy birthday post about izzy aswell 😊