Izzy Stradlin Fluff - Blog Posts

can you do something with izzy?

when izzy and the reader meet again after some time

missing you

Summary- It had been 7 months since you had last seen Izzy, and it was affecting you more than you’d care to admit. You had been so close, so close to getting what you wanted, when it was abruptly taken from you. Now that he’s back, do you have a chance to redeem what was once so precious?

Content warnings-kissing, mutual pining, fluff, a tiny little sprinkle of angst, happy (and rushed) ending wooo!!!

A/n- izzy is my personal fav out of the og lineup of guns n’ roses, so this was a pleasure to write! I didnt know what you quite wanted (ex lovers, friends, long distance lovers) so i went with friends who were nearly lovers, then got split up for a while, then met again and had a go at a relationship 🫶🏼 i hope thats okay for you my lovely‼️also this seems to be quite long as i yapped, and yapped, and yapped so i’m sorry if you were wanting something shorter 💔💔

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Seven months, seven long, gruelling months since your heart was broken. Seven months since you had lost all hope at something you were so sure was going to work out.

Okay, well maybe thats a bit dramatic. It had been seven months since your nearly-boyfriend Izzy had left for a tour. You call him nearly-boyfriend, because thats how you would like to believe it was like. He was one of your closest friends, as you were his, and there had been times where you thought he was going to pop the question.

Like the time you were both stuffing your faces with Indian takeaway on your couch, with some cheesy rom com playing to keep you entertained. He had been sat so close to you, thighs pressed together, arms touching. He was so close to you, that if he turned his head, you were sure to be able to feel the gentle puff of air flowing out of his nose. Everything was so peaceful, and the silence between you was comforting.

It was domestic in a way, him and you eating like a couple on a random Tuesday night. Your feelings were just beginning to bloom into something more at this point, you had only just recently began seeing him as more than a friend. Thats why it had caught you off guard when the next words left his beautiful mouth.

“Hey, can i tell you something?” Izzy had mumbled out with a curious shine in his eyes.

“Course, Iz you can tell me anything, you know that,” you had said back, always happy to hear his thoughts.

You hadn’t missed the way he seemed to light up at the nickname, the nickname that only seemed to be reserved for you to use.

“It’s just i l—”

Your head tilted.

“I really appreciate you, you know?”

You had caught the way he stuttered the first time, but chose to ignore it, just seeing it as the outcome of voicing something so genuine and intimate.

“Awe Izzy y’know i appreciate you too” you had said, punctuated with a playful nudge to his thigh, which he quickly returned with his own.

Or maybe it was the time when he was sat on a chipped wooden chair in your bathroom. You were putting on gloves and preparing the hair dye when you caught him smiling, no, grinning at you through the mirror.

“What? Do i have something on my face?” You asked through little giggles.

“No, no. You’re fine” he had replied, still giving you that cheshire smile.

“Then why are you looking at me like that?” You questioned in an accusatory tone.

Izzy gave out a little laugh at your question, and gave himself a minute to carefully choose his next wording correctly.

“When you’re concentrating, you poke your tongue out through the side of your lips, it’s cute. You’re cute.” Was the answer he decided on.

You stood there, black box dye in hand, completely in awe of the man sat in front of you. All you could muster up was a quiet ‘thank you’ before returning to the rather messy task at hand.

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Dying Izzy’s hair for him had become a tradition ever since he had rocked up to your door at 2:29 in the morning, clad in plaid pyjama bottoms and a baggy band t-shirt. His hair was obviously a failed attempt, blotchy patches of brown and black dotted all over his head, and a pathetic little look on his face, he looked at you as if he was a kicked puppy, and the explanation he gave you was very short and mumbled out through a grumpy tone of voice.

Despite the way he had just showed up to your house, you still decided to help him, of course not before having a quite rather long chuckle at the state of him, which he answered to with a small shove at your shoulder.

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It had been seven months since you had enjoyed those memories with him, and it had taken its toll. You are sure that if Izzy saw the state you were in, he would laugh at you, and then help you get yourself back together. But izzy wasn’t here, you needed to sort this out yourself.

That is how you had gotten to this point, stood in your kitchen, wild hair and messy clothes, washing your dishes. You had spent the whole day taking care of your house, even going as far to organise the little cupboard hidden in the corner, which was filled with miscellaneous items that took at least an hour to get through.

Now it was time to take care of yourself, something you hadn’t done in months, not really. Of course you had gone to work, and done the basic morning and night routines, but you hadn’t properly given yourself even an hour to maybe take a long shower, to shave your legs or something. So thats exactly what you decided to do.

The water was hot, cascading down your back and washing away all the remnants of the day. Just what you needed. Your muscles relaxed and you finally had a moment to just relax. Soft hums left your mouth in the form of your favourite song, one that izzy shared your love for. If he was here, he would admire the effortlessness it took for you to sound so angelic, well, you did in his eyes anyway, no need to sing.

Considering this was supposed to be a pamper session, you had rummaged around and dug up all of your best shower items, which meant by the time you were stepping out of the shower, you felt, looked, and smelt amazing. You slipped into your pyjamas, which consisted of an oversized shirt and some cute shorts. Then followed that up by moisturising, and brushing your hair. You felt amazing, better than you had in a while. But some part of you still yearned for him. Everything about him was entrancing, often keeping you up at night thinking about his beauty.

The couch sank underneath you as you perched down onto it, grabbing ahold of the tv remote and flicking through the channels, nothing interesting at all— those thoughts were quickly interrupted by a gentle knock at your door. Thats weird, you weren’t expecting anyone round, and you hadn’t ordered your food yet. So who could it be?

Your feet padded across the floorboards as you made your way to the door. Unfortunately, you had no way of knowing who was on the other side until you actually opened the door, so you shyly creaked it open and poked your head around the side of it.

What you saw made your stomach flutter.

“Izzy?” It came out nearly as a shout, pure confusion etched into your voice, but you were happy nonetheless. “Hey sweetheart,” was his response, a bit pathetic you think, but you know he’s probably nervous, izzy has always been like that. “Come on in, oh my gosh why didn’t you tell me that you wer—were going to be back, i—i mean i would’ve—” your rambling was swiftly cut off by the foreign feeling of his lips against yours.

It took you by surprise, well, this whole situation did. The last you heard, izzy was in New York, preforming in-front of thousands of people. Now, he was in your apartment, kissing your lips as if he had been craving them for months. “I’ve been wanting to do that for ages.” He whispered. You think you went into some sort of shock, only able to open and close your mouth, rendered speechless.

“Sit,” he gestured towards my couch, “let me explain, please?” You nodded, unable to form actual words. But explain is what he did, he spoke to you about the tour, and why it ended as abruptly as it did. As well as voicing his reasoning as to why the first thing he did was come and see you. “I liked you— i mean, i like you, i have for a long time a—and i know i should’ve said something sooner, then maybe we wo—” Now it was your turn to shut him up. A small peck on his lips did the trick, his eyes gazing into yours. “Izzy, i like you too, you have no idea.” He looked at you gormless, as if not quite understanding what you were saying. Thats until you saw the exact moment those glossy eyes lit up.

You two spent the rest of the evening murmuring quiet love confessions and snuggling up to each other in the comfort of your bed, his lanky arms wrapped around your midsection and legs entangled with your own.

Whats that one quote? Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Thats beginning to make a whole lot of sense.