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Izzy stradlin X fem!reader

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You and the band are backstage hanging out after a show. You're with your boyfriend Izzy, talking about what y'all are gonna do when the tour's over.

You and Izzy met two years ago before Guns N' Roses got famous. You were hanging out with your friends at a bar when you had to use the bathroom. As you were turning the corner, Izzy bumped into you. Izzy never believed in love at first sight, but when he saw you, he swore he felt his heart beat faster. He immediately wanted to know you, so he introduced himself and asked for your number. You gave it to him, and the next morning, he called to meet up. After a few weeks of hanging out, he asked you out and later introduced you to the band. Everyone in the band loved you as you were a breath of fresh air, different from the groupies that always tried to pave their way into their lives. Except for Axl, that is. Axl loves you in a friend way, of course, but sometimes he feels like you're always taking Izzy's time away from the band.

Back to now. As you and Izzy are talking, you get thirsty. "Izzy, I'm gonna go get a drink. I'll be back," you say softly, so softly that he wouldn't have caught it if y'all weren't close. Izzy nods his head and in a soft tone replies, "Alright, baby, don't take long, okay? Longer than two minutes, and I'm finding you." You laugh, "Okay, Iz."

You head to the beverage table and grab a Coke and a water bottle. As you walk back to Izzy, you notice that Axl is talking to him, so you sit silently next to Izzy, drinking your Coke and smiling at Axl, waiting for him to finish. Axl nods his head to you. "Izzy... can we go back to the hotel in 20 minutes?" you say softly, but Axl hears it and scoffs, "Really? Y'all barely hang out with us, and you want to leave already? You're a pushover, Y/N," Axl says, chuckling at the end.

Izzy looks at him, "What the fuck did you just say?" he asks in an angry low tone, getting protective over you. Axl smirks, "I said your girlfriend's a pushover, that's what I said." You look at Axl, hurt. You didn't think you were a pushover. Then you think about all the times when Izzy would stay home when he was supposed to meet up with the band but stayed home because you asked. "Am I a pushover?" you think.

Izzy stands up, and so does Axl. Izzy gets in Axl's face. "Don't," Izzy says as he pushes Axl back. As Axl stumbles back a little, Izzy pushes him again. "Ever call her a pushover. She isn't, and you know that shit." The rest of the guys look over, confused, and stand up in case a fight breaks out. Slash comes up to you and grabs your arm. "Hey, come over here," Slash says, taking your hand and standing in front of you a bit, not wanting anything to happen to you.

Axl chuckles a little, "Come on, Iz... you know I'm joking. I wouldn't disrespect her for real." Izzy shakes his head. "Fuck you, you shouldn't even be joking about shit to begin with," he says as he storms off and slams the door.

Everyone goes silent. Axl looks at you, "Y/N, you know I was messing around, right? I didn't mean that, and if it made you upset, I'm sorry. I didn't know he was gonna blow up like that," he says in a sincere tone.

You look at him and shake your head. "No, it's alright... it was just a joke," you say, giving him a light smile, not really knowing what else to say. You look at the guys and say, "Bye." Slash is still holding your hand and squeezes it softly as he says goodbye. You hurry out of the room to look for Izzy. You see him in the corner smoking a cigarette.

He sees you and walks up to you, kissing you softly on the lips. "Hey, baby. I'm sorry for leaving you in there. I just had to leave before I did something I'd regret in front of you. You okay? He didn't say anything after I left, did he?" he says lowly. You can tell he's still angry but trying to suppress it.

You gently grab his face. "No, baby, he didn't say anything to me, only that he was sorry." Izzy listens to you, nods his head slowly, and looks you in the eye. "You know I would never let anything happen to you, okay?" he says as he presses his forehead against yours and kisses you passionately. You smile, "Yeah, I know, baby," as you lean into him. He wraps his arms around you and rocks you back and forth. "Let's go home now," Izzy says and kisses your cheek.

Warnings: None

AN: Please be kind to me. I've never written any fanfiction before, so if you like it, let me know, and if there's anything to change, let me know, and my requests are open too!(English is not my first language, so please let me know if there are any mistakes.)

Word count: 1.637

*You go down the basement stairs, entering the typical bar you always go to, to see a band that is famous in the city. Obviously, it's crowded, but you don't care. Stepping on the floor, you mingle, feeling the energy of the place, and enjoy a beer and get in the middle of the crowd, until a tall, drunk blond guy bumps into you, spilling his beer on your clothes. You look at him furiously and wave your hands

‘What's your problem?!’ you shout over the music to the guy who bumped into you and made you spill your beer. He looks at you, very embarrassed, and waves his hands

‘I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, it's so crowded…’ he says apologetically… trying not to fight. You don't care, you're too angry and wet, ruining your night

‘It wasn't on purpose! You ruined my night and I…’ You can't finish arguing because people start pushing you. You enter the punk circle without even having a chance to escape. You can't even get out. People push you so hard that you walk alone. What you didn't expect was the guy you were arguing with entering the punk circle behind you.

The blond guy grabs your arm and starts pulling you out, you stumble and fall, half dragged, at least you got out, thanks to him

You sigh and look embarrassed for the help. ‘Thank you, you didn't have to help me.’ You shake your head and lean against a wall of the bar, away from people, and he stays by your side smiling.

‘No need to thank me, it's the least I could do after… ruining your night,’ he says ironically and rolls his eyes. He's very charming, you sigh and look at him.

‘What's your name?’ you ask curiously now.

‘Michael… but everyone calls me Duff,’ he replies, looking you up and down, and clears his throat. ‘And yours?’

‘…’ You reply with just your name. You don't have a cool nickname like his to say… You look around the bar until Duff reaches out his hand to you and smiles.

Title: "Loyal Customer ( Too Much )

Summary: Duff goes with the band to the restaurant where you work and is secretly in love with you.

Warnings: None

AN: Please be kind to me. I've never written any fanfiction before, so if you like it, let me know, and if there's anything to change, let me know, and my requests are open too!(English is not my first language, so please let me know if there are any mistakes.)

Word count: 3.893

It was another hectic night, with everyone heading to a bar near the venue, the show which didn't go very well, to drown their sorrows... Steven is drinking with Slash, Izzy is smoking, Axl is probably sneaking out with some girl somewhere in the bar... and Duff observes the activity in the bar. Well, there weren't many new people, it was the usual crowd, and Duff's eyes fix on the waitress he has a crush on, and her usually help them out. Slash nudges Duff, asking him to talk to her, to order the usual... the best dish... the leftovers!

Duff is embarrassed to always have to ask for that, but he also doesn't want to miss the chance to talk to the beautiful waitress.

You look at the same table as always and sigh, already knowing what's coming. You fix your apron, put on your best smile and go to the table.

‘Good evening, how can I help you tonight?’ you ask calmly, looking at the table. Duff smiles a little foolishly.

‘Hey, it's good to see you here again…’ Duff says, almost drooling, almost forgetting what he was going to order. Slash laughs, and you cross your arms, smile, and give Duff a light slap on the shoulder.

‘Come on, tell me what you want,’ you say, as if you don't like Duff's flirting every time he comes in. After all, you're working, and your friends always say they're just… lazy rock stars… Duff clears his throat and whispers, not wanting to talk about it out loud

‘Can you bring the usual… the leftovers?’ Duff murmurs to you. You nod your head, put your hand in your pocket, smile compassionately and say,

‘Sure, give me a few minutes.’ You say you're going to the kitchen to prepare something. You never had the courage to give them leftovers the third time they came. Another waitress, your friend, mocks you, never believing that you take money out of your own pocket to make food for these guys.

‘Ugh, I can't believe you're doing this again. I told you they're taking advantage of your soft heart…’ she says, shaking her head. You sigh and look at her

‘They're not bums like you say! They're good people… and anyone who asked me for leftovers, I'd make them a snack! No one deserves to eat leftovers…’ you say with your head down, preparing the snack without wanting to prolong the conversation. Your friend laughs.

‘Of course, it's not like you're not in love with that tall blond guy!’ Your friend laughs and leaves the kitchen after finishing her work.

Minutes later, you finish the snacks and go to the table and place them in front of them, smiling.

‘Okay, bon appétit!’ you say smiling. Steven and Slash start eating, Izzy looks at the food but doesn't eat right away, Duff looks up and smiles

‘Oh, thank you, you… didn't have to make this, you know?’ Duff says and smiles shyly. You shake your head and smile.

‘No need to thank me,’ you say and turn to go back behind the counter.

Slash looks at Duff and laughs.

‘You're in love with that doll and you're not doing anything about it. You used to be better than this.’

Slash teases Duff about his slowness with her, because Duff has never been like that with women. Duff glares at Slash.

‘Hey, stop it! I'm not in love with her, and I'll talk to her when I want to.’ Duff snaps and starts eating, not liking Slash's teasing, because he knows he's right. Slash shakes his head, laughing, and starts eating too.

Hours later, everyone leaves and only they remain at the table. Axl returns, smiling like never before… and not hungry…

A friend of yours comes up to you and crosses her arms.

‘Aren't you going to send them away?! It's almost 3 in the morning! We have to work tomorrow and they're not leaving, it's your job to send them away,’ she says angrily and turns her back, leaving you with the dirty job of kicking them out. You sigh and go back to the table and rest your hand on it, smiling.

‘Hey… well… I hope you enjoyed the food and everything… but we're closing now…’ You gesture with your hand, and they start to get up, already heading for the door, but Duff is the only one who stays and gets up to stand next to you and holds out his hand

‘Do you have a pen?’ he asks.

You raise your eyebrows and grab one anyway. ‘What for?’ you ask curiously as you hand it to him.

‘Stop being so curious,’ Duff laughs and takes the pen and a cigarette, writes her number on it and hands it to her, his fingers brushing hers for a moment.

‘Call me, but don't take too long, okay?’ Duff smiles that damn charming smile of his and without waiting you reply