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Here's the prompt for the Izzy Imagine ^^

Y/N, the reader, is Stephanie Seymour's sister. She gets dragged by Steph to one of Axl’s parties, where she always feels invisible next to her gorgeous and popular sister, who attracts attention from all the guys. At the party, Y/N develops a small crush on Slash. Encouraged by her sister, she gathers the courage to hit on Slash only to be rejected and insulted by Slash, who is drunk at the moment. Heartbroken, she runs out of the party in tears. Then she bumps into a hot guy named Izzy. Noticing her crying, he gently asks why she’s crying and reassures her, telling her that he’d love to have her number because he finds her beautiful.

Fluff and Angst included pls 🩷

This is my first time actually trying to make a fic so I really hope yall like it. If you want me to write anything just ask and I’ll do it but I do have rules!

Your beautiful. (An Izzy stradlin imagine)

Notes: fluff(I think), angst(I think)

•••

I was laying on the grass in the garden, basking in the cool of the early evening, listening to every small sound of the Malibu wildlife.

The faint ring of the phone coming from inside the house broke me out of my trance, I sighed and sat up, rubbing my face before I stood up and walked inside.

The phone had stopped ringing by the time I stood up but it rang again as soon as I walked in through the door.

I picked it up, and my sister, Stephanie, was on the other line.

“Hello?”

“My boyfriend’s hosting a party tonight, I think you should come, it starts in two hours.” A hint of excitement in her voice.

I raised my eyebrows, unsure of what to say.

“Uhm… sure why not.” I shrugged.

My sister made a happy noise.

“Great! See you later!”

The phone hung up before I said bye.

I shrugged again, not quite sure of what I was going to get myself into.

I walked upstairs and into my room. I went over to my wardrobe and looked through every item of clothing I owned before picking out a long black dress that I forgot I owned.

I did my hair and makeup the exact way my sister taught me a few years ago.

•••

I had been at the party for a few hours now. The music was blasting and people seemed to be enjoying themselves, the environment was great.

The party itself was alright, my sister and her boyfriend were in the spotlight, obviously. Was I jealous? Did I feel invisible? Maybe, but that’s what happens when you have a famous sister.

I was sitting outside, a glass of wine in my hand. My sister, her boyfriend and several other men were sitting in front of me, there wasn’t really much conversation going on but I enjoyed the company.

That’s when I saw a man with long, curly hair walk out the house. I eyed him as he took a swig of whiskey straight out of the bottle then lit what I assumed was a joint.

Stephanie saw that I kept on staring at him when I had seen him several times earlier.

“Go talk to him.” She smiled.

“Why? I barely know him.” I laughed.

“Go on, just do it.” She urged me.

“Alright.” I smiled and got up.

I walked over to the man and stood there awkwardly, waiting for him to notice.

I cleared my throat to get his attention, he looked at me as if I was crazy.

“Who are you?” His breath reeked of weed and alcohol, it was not a good mix.

“Y/N.”

“Right... I’m Slash…what do you want?”

“Just wanted to say that I think you look good and I would wanna speak more.”

He gave me a weird look, as if I had just insulted him in every way shape and form.

“No, you're not really my type, actually, you're nowhere near.” He laughed with his slightly slurred speech.

I smiled and nodded, and walked away. Tears were in my eyes, threatening to spill.

I made my way back over to my sister and picked up my bag before quickly walking away. I could hear her and her boyfriend call out to me but I ignored them, I didn’t want to cause a scene, it was their party, their moment, not mine.

The tears were falling down my face by then, blinding my vision, everything was blurry. I probably walked into so many people but didn’t realise. Why was I so bothered by a drunk man’s words?

I opened the door and walked out. I wiped my eyes and yet again, walked into someone.

The person grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back to stand in front of him, he moved his hands to my shoulders and stared deep into my eyes. I looked around, unsure of what to do or say, his eyes felt like bullets to skin.

“Are you okay?” His voice had an insane amount of concern.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” I nodded, even though he had just seen me crying.

“No you're not, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to though… my name's Izzy by the way.”

“I pretty much got called ugly, some man said J wasn’t his type then said I was no one’s type… I’m Y/N.”

The tears were back again, slowly spilling down my face. I didn’t even notice until Izzy wiped them away.

He sat down on the path, I sat next to him. There was a moment’s silence, it was peaceful, the faint noise of music from the house, the odd car passing, it was calm.

A few minutes passed before Izzy spoke up again.

“You're not ugly, nowhere near, if anything the man was probably the bad looking one, men who looked bad always have a big ego but are fragile at heart and take it out on others.” His voice was soft.

I hummed.

“Don’t listen to some men, one day you will find someone who loves you, the way you look and your personality.”

I looked at him, he was leaning forward and was staring at the bushes in front of him.

He looked at me for a moment then looked straight back in front of him, he seemed… shy?

“Can I have your number?”

“Huh?”

“Your number, can I have it?” He looked at me.

“Sure.”

I rummaged around in my bag and pulled a pen, I grabbed his arm and wrote my number down.

His face softened, he stared at me the whole time I did so.

“There you go.”

“Thanks.”

I stood up and he did the same, he placed his hands back onto my shoulders, staring back into my eyes again.

“You're beautiful, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

I smiled.

He pulled me in to give me a hug, my arms stayed by my side, unsure of what to do I slowly moved my arms around him.

The wind was cool, the music drowned out, it felt like it was just us two in the world.

We stayed like that for a while before he let go and looked at me again.

“I’ll call you soon.” He smiled and walked away.

I watched as he walked away, I went in the opposite direction, smiling to myself.

Finally someone who actually liked me for me.

I wouldn’t normally ask for this but can yall please give me ideas for some fics 🙏

I’ve been trying think of some but I can’t

If u do have a idea please check my master list bc I do have some rules! 🤍

Just put them in the ask box! Also they don’t have to be fix ideas it can just be anything u want (maybe in just bored 💔)

Whatever new drummer gnr has I wish this person the best and hopefully the fans don’t blindly hate because I’ve seen fans complain about Frank’s drumming by calling it computer programming

I also wish them the best too.

Yeah, I’ve seen people call Frank boring ect, I don’t get why people can’t be happy 😒

Hope Frank does well with whatever he may do next

So frank is done and the tour is coming up like that was out of nowhere

Tour should be canceled at this point

I don’t think they should cancel the tour .

I think that they have already found a new drummer and that’s why they posted.

But obviously people have different reactions to the news.

WHAT THE HELL

NOT RIGHT BEFORE THE TOUR

I SAW GHOST YESTERDAY AND IT WAS THE BEST THING EVER

I COULDNT RECORD SO I HAVE NO VIDS BUT IT WAS THE BEST SHOW IVE EVER BEEN TOO

Tour pic and the confetti I got 😛

WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT THE UNRELEASED SONG ‘CORNSHUCKER’

ITS SO GOOD AND THE LYRICS ARE SO DIRTY AND FUNNY

listen to it yall 😣

I see ghost tomorrow 🗣️

Like what do you mean that in seeing the band that I’ve loved for almost 3 years.

I’m actually so excited

How would yall feel if I started to write fics?

I wouldn’t do anything weird to me (smut) but I would do some sweet things, maybe some sad things and things that come to mind.

If I did it would probably take a while bc im very slow with planing and writing but I would try to be as quick I can. Also don’t expect the best thing ever 🙂‍↕️

Lowkey getting jealous of all the people at coachella 😣

THAT SHOULD BE ME I HAVE ALL MY IMAGINARY OUTFITS AND EVERYTHING 💔💔

God forbid a teen girl had dreams 💔🥀