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Starstruck

Izzy Stradlin x Fem!Reader

Request: Izzy Stradlin x actress!reader where she’s been his celebrity crush since childhood and she goes to one of their concerts with a few of her celebrity friends and meets him. Izzy’s trying to keep his cool and the guys tease him.

Notes: I feel like I once again strayed from the prompt, but I really did try my best at this! I have a lot of stuff going on right now, but hopefully, you enjoyed this, anon! Also, could you let me know somehow when you see it? I'd appreciate it!

Warnings: None

Word count: 1,872

Throughout the 1970s, I was one of the most regarded women in America. With my career rooted in acting, I starred in immensely successful action flicks, where I was often my own heroine and savior- (a notion unheard of throughout the early 70s, but I was happy to be a trailblazer.)

I’d posed for countless photographers, wearing anything from silky, lavish gowns, to a black leather jacket, and mounted atop a sharp, shiny Harley Davidson motorcycle. My name was one of the most famous in the entire world. Thousands of audiences had paid to see my movies, and my fame and success spread when I won an academy award for best actress in 1983. While winning an Oscar was one of the greatest achievements I could have ever reached, it doubled the amount of pressure put on me to continue my good streak.

But it was now 1988. In the past couple of years, the music industry had swelled to the size of the movie industry. Rock n’ roll was the most explosive new fad, and rock bands were the new pop culture gods. Motley Crue, Bon Jovi and countless others had won the hearts of the world by playing shredding rock songs and flaunting their young, good looks. But there was one band that- since the previous year- had been talked about more than any other, after the explosive success of their debut album, Appetite for Destruction: Guns N’ Roses.

Born out of Los Angeles, California, they had risen slowly from a bed of sleaziness and filth to the center of the international spotlight. Made up of five young men who were only in their very early twenties, they’d succeeded in getting everyone’s attention. The songs on their debut album soared to widespread fame, topping charts and breaking records daily. Their pretty boy looks and rogue charm had captured the attention of nearly every woman and young girl. But they were shrouded in a mysterious haze of stories- shocking stories of shadiness and bad behavior that were sometimes hard to believe. But one thing was certain. They were getting attention- both good and bad.

I reflected with a thoughtful smile on the days in my prime years when I was the center of attention like that. Mostly good attention; praise for my work. But also hesitant attention that came naturally with being a celebrity. Criticism from poisonous critics, and from people who were negative or jealous. It was the struggles of every celebrity since celebrities had become famous, so I never let it get to me.

In an odd way- a way that I was ashamed of- I felt a twinge of jealousy towards the five young men in the band. I felt strangely upstaged by them. They had been in the center of the international spotlight, when that was always a spot I had been in. While it was true that acting and music were two separate worlds, I still felt a kind of jealousy I wasn’t expecting to feel. But more than that- an itching curiosity. I had a strong desire to see for myself what this band was like. I wanted to see them for myself before I took the words of any gossiping tabloid. So I bought tickets to see a concert they were performing late one night in Hollywood.

I did not know, as I was driven away from my gated home, that the night I was embarking on would be one I would not soon forget.

The scene I stepped into instantly had been one accurately described by the press. A scene of rabid fans hurling various objects onstage. Most were roses, some were letters, others were various articles of clothing. My ears hummed with the chants, screams and applause of the crowd. The hysteria of the crowd made it hard for me to see ahead of me. The loud music and rabid crowd had shocked me as soon as the concert began (three hours after it was supposed to, if I might add, and I had almost turned to leave when they’d all five pranced onstage and never even acknowledged they’d been late by three hours.)

I’d only heard three of the songs played- these being, of course, Welcome to the Jungle, Paradise City, and Sweet Child O’ Mine. The others from that debut album had been overshadowed in the overwhelming success of that trio. But I heard many songs I liked instantly. My Michelle was my favorite, and once it was over, I wished sorely that they’d go back to it. Mr. Brownstone was a close second, (and it was not hard at all for me to figure out that it was a metaphor symbol for a substance.) Think About You was my third favorite. Once I forgot my intimidation by the size of the crowd, and the sketchy reputation of the band performing, I found I was having more fun than I thought I would. In addition, the size of the crowd made it hard for people to notice that I was there.

But, as it always does, word spread. By the end of the show, all five members of the band knew I was there. But there were advantages to my being a celebrity. I walked up, nervously, to the security guard, whose eyes widened when he saw me.

“Y/N L/N?” he gaped. “…..Oh, my gosh, it’s such an honor!”

I shook his hand, smiling.

“Nice to meet you!” I told him. “I had a great time at the concert. They’re something. They’re really something.”

The security guard chuckled. “Ma’am, you have no idea.”

My grin widened. “But I’d like to find out. Would you…..well-“

I chuckled, surprised to find myself nervous. “Would you introduce me to them, please? I’d love to meet them.”

The security guard smiled. “Of course! Anything for you, Y/N.”

He laughed. “They’re going to love this,” he said, a little nervous.

He turned and walked me backstage of the venue. Backstage smelled strongly of sweat, spilled alcohol, and cigarette smoke. The walls had been vandalized. In bloody, jagged letters was written, “GUNS N’ ROSES WAS HERE.” Something about that made me smile.

The band members were in a corner. The lead singer, Axl Rose, was loudly yelling at the tall, blonde bassist, Duff McKagan. The others were split between restraining the furious redhead and protecting Duff from his anger.

“You messed up the intro to My Michelle!” Axl was shrieking. “You completely missed one of those notes! And that’s the best part of the song!”

“No one noticed!” Duff cried.

The lead guitarist, Slash, rolled his eyes. “I’m just glad you waited till we got offstage to start flipping,” he said. “Thank God you didn’t start a war onstage.”

The security guard loudly cleared his throat. “Boys!” He called. “Is that anyway to act in front of our company, Y/N L/N?”

The boys stopped. Their eyes widened in unison.

“Y/N L/N,” one of them said, slowly.

They rushed to me. Immediately, I was showered in overwhelming compliments and praises that were stammered nervously out by the excited young men.

“You are so pretty,” said Steven Adler, the blonde drummer with smiling, blue eyes.

“I’ve seen, like, every movie of yours,” Duff added, his voice shaky.

I shook his hand, blushing and smiling. I looked nervously at Axl Rose, and then at Slash, the attractive guitarist.

“You boys put on a good show tonight,” I smiled. “I enjoyed myself quite a bit.”

Axl blushed bright red, grinning. He looked down at the ground. “Gee, Y/N. Gee…”

I winked at him. Then, I looked at Slash. “You’re good with that guitar. One of the best I’ve heard. You’ll be one of the greats someday. As far as I’m concerned, you already are.”

Slash grinned. He had a fleshy, riveted grin that spread across his dark face, under the shadow of his dark, rose-shaped curls. His infectious smile spread to me. I looked at them all with a satisfied smile, feeling and knowing that I was in the presence of four very special people. Then, I frowned. I counted them quickly- four.

“I am confused about one thing,” I said. “Weren’t there five of you?”

At that moment, as if on cue, a fifth walked backstage. I turned at the sound of his footsteps.

“Gees, guys!” he was calling. “Where were all y’all, anyway? You went off kinda early, don’t you think-”

There he was- the second guitarist of the band. Izzy Stradlin.

Izzy’s complexion was like Axl’s; snow white and completely smooth. Izzy’s face hosted elongated features that made his head appear like an oval, framed by jet black, straight hair. He had a sharp, high-arched nose and sooty shadows around his eyes. His inky hair circled and feathered around his long neck, and he had black eyes that showed no emotion nor thought. He wore black and white clothes to perfectly match his natural looks, and a flat, gray hat over his hair to shade his midnight eyes. Looking at him sent a shiver down my spine.

But as I looked at him, and I felt that pleasant shiver, I felt myself blush, and a cheeky grin begin to twitch in my face. Izzy’s face was shocked, but not wide.

“Oh, my….” his voice trailed off. “Y/N L/N?”

It felt good to hear him say my name. I liked it. I nodded respectfully towards him, but my feet were frozen. I did not walk towards him.

“Izzy Stradlin,” I acknowledged.

Izzy’s pale face blushed. He looked past my shoulder, at Duff, and he mouthed, “she knows my name!”

Duff laughed harder than he should have. “Well, go on, Izzy! Talk to her! Isn’t she the woman of your dreams?”

I blushed, loving the sound of that way more than I ordinarily would. “Oh?” I suppressed a giggle.

Izzy blushed even darker. “Duff,” he gritted his teeth. “Stop.”

“Yeah!” Slash chimed in. “Isn’t Y/N L/N the one you said you’d pick over every other woman in the world?”

Izzy stuttered a mumbling response. Enjoying this very much, I continued, “That’s nice of you, Izzy.”

“Uh….yeah,” he gulped. “Um…yeah. You’re…pretty great.”

Axl snorted. “What he means is pretty and great.”

He slung his arms haphazardly over the shoulders of Slash and Steven, leaving Duff to follow behind.

“Why don’t we just give y’all a minute,” Duff snickered. “You’re obviously very starstruck, Izzy. Would it help you feel better if we stepped out? Let y’all have your time?”

Izzy looked nervously at me. I nodded. “That’d be great.”

Izzy ran his hand over his black, sleek hair. “Y/N, it’s such a pleasure,” he finally managed. “You’ve been my favorite actress since I was twelve.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Oh, have I?” I chuckled. “Thank you, Izzy. I appreciate it more than you know.”

Izzy let himself grin- a wide grin that spread over his entire face and brought warmth to his cold color and features. I found myself smiling as well.

“So,” I linked my arm in his, as we exited backstage and out into the starry night. “Tell me about yourself.”

Also tagging: @greeneyezblackheart- the number one Izzy girl I know! 🖤

#This was not one of my better works but I promise I really did try #Hopefully it's okay #Izzy Stradlin #Guns N' Roses #80s #80s rock stars #80s band #fanfiction #writing

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~ Sleazy Sugar ~ 6 - Two Blondies

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Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Layla Krane (OC)

Warnings: 18+, language, violence

Word Count: 2.3K+

“You guys really need to get your door fixed or something, climbing through this goddamn window isn't it.” I groaned, my foot catching on the sill, causing me to stumble into the small, musty living room these boys called home. Well, Vince, Tommy, and Nikki. Mick lived somewhere else, but we weren't really sure where. He kinda just showed up and disappeared into the night, he wasn’t into the antics like the other three and honestly, I couldn’t blame him.

“Tell the cops to stop breaking it down and maybe we’ll fix it.” Vince groaned, taking a sip from his beer as he flipped through his new Playboy magazine. “That would require us to not do things to make the cops break it down.” Tommy stated, ripping the magazine from Vince, before being punched in the shoulder and having it ripped back by the blondie himself. Note to self, don’t mess with Vince’s access to girls of any kind, real or print. “Which is not going to happen. Fuck em.” Nikki spat, taking a swig himself before walking over and handing me a beer already de-capped. Smiling, I took a drink before sitting next to Kayla on the couch, bumping shoulder’s with her as I watched Nikki grab his journal and sit on his lawn chair at the coffee table. Ah, where Sixx did his best work at writing any new song.

It’s been three months since the incident at the Whiskey and the night I stayed at the Motley house after Nikki saved my sorry ass from that creep. Nikki and I haven’t acted with each other like we first had, and he hasn’t made a move on me since, which I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or saddened, but I was becoming more and more comfortable around them, inviting myself into their home and finding myself spending time here after work and even skipping on school sometimes to help Nikki with his thoughts on a song. I wasn’t paying much attention to my real life at the moment, I was giving it the bare minimum I could, while the world of Motley got all the attention I could give it. I was becoming addicted to the electricity of their music, and the antics at their parties. It made me feel alive in a way I never knew was possible, and having Kayla with me almost twenty four seven made it even that much better.

“What are you working on now?” I asked, peering over to his book and he looked up at me with a smirk. “A new song for the new album we are going to be working on soon. I imagine this one will be a single hopefully.” Scribbling away, I could tell he had his verses outlined, but no choruses, though I didn’t know what they said. “What’s your middle name?” Nikki asked me, his eyes looking up into my own for a second as I searched my brains database for the information I didn’t really ever use except for medical forms. “It’s Tessa, why?” He shook his head with a laugh, “no reason, just wondering.” I nodded slowly, another sip into my lips. “Sure Sixx.”

Staring at him, I couldn’t help but be mesmerized. I couldn’t identify really what my feelings were for him yet, but I liked the way his lips felt on mine and I know I wanted them on me again, but that felt like irrational thinking, so I pushed it away as soon as it entered my thoughts. This is Nikki we’re talking about, a sleazy, drug snorting, crazy ass psycho, at least to the general public. Still, I would find myself watching him work, long enough that I’m sure he could feel the stare and he would pry his green orbs off his journal to stare up into mine for a moment, throwing me a smirk before heading back down into his own world. I knew Kayla could tell too, as her slanted smiles could tell me she could see into my own mind. She never brought it up in front of them though, to my relief.

The day had come and went and a week later I found myself back here for another party, another night of putting off my work and school and deciding to just “deal with it tomorrow”, which I knew was not going to get me anywhere, but the longer I ignored it, the better it felt to be away from. The Motley house as usual, was packed with people. Most of the people I was starting to recognize as people that usually showed up for the shows and then followed the boys home like they were the pied pipers of Sunrise. Their following was getting bigger by the show, and I knew this excited them.

In the Sunrise scene, they had made it. In Nikki’s eyes, they were just getting started.

The scene was laid out as usual, Vince talking it up with his most likely third victim of the night, Tommy with Kayla coming out of the bathroom disheveled and WAY too happy, Mick in the corner on the couch with a bottle almost passed out, and Nikki taking swigs by the kitchen counter, while talking smugly to a blondie that had been on his hip the whole fucking night.

“I can sense some jealousy.” Kayla playfully sang to me, poking me in the side as she flipped the cap off her corona. My eyes darted from Nikki to the blondie as she placed on a hand on his leather covered bicep, her laugh echoing. I rolled my eyes and turned to Kayla. “I am not.” I gruffed, doing an amazing job of covering the fact that I was, indeed, jealous. “Yeah and I have a dick, we can tell lies all night but I see through you.” I didn’t dignify that with a response and took another long sip of my own bottle, licking my lips with taste of corona, wishing it was a different taste of something else, or someone else instead.

I hadn’t pursued Nikki since making my exit that night at the club, my mind was still confused on what was the “right” decision, but that didn’t stop me from finding him attractive and getting weak in the knees around him. And the more I stayed around, the more the “bad” decisions seemed to feel right.

“Okay well, maybe go talk to some guy and get over it, or under it. It’s Nikki man, he’s sleazy.” She patted me on the head before walking her way through the crowd back to Tommy and I sighed, surveying the selection before me, but as I stared through the guys that had come to this party, nothing seemed to entice me, not even to make him jealous or even just look up from blondie. And then I saw him, the perfect person to enact my plan with, why had I not thought of it before, and lucky me, he just happened to be free at this moment. “Oh Vinnie!” I sang, shifting my stance to put my weight on one leg, popping my hip out and staring at him enticingly. He stared at me with curiosity, a smile hinting at his lips as he rounded the couch, making his way to me. “What’s up doll?” I smirked, I lifted my hand to his shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze, and while I wanted to laugh, I had to keep it together. “You got some broad shoulders here.” I said, and his usual cocky smile turned off as a chuckle dared to come out. “What are you doing?” He asked and I moved in close to his ear so as no one else to hear. “I’m trying to make Nikki jealous.” His eyes widened as he looked at me in shock. “You like Nikki? Out of all the men?” Now I was shocked, I was so sure they all knew we had hooked up and he had even been seen with me all over me before I had ran out that night. “Didn’t you all know we hooked up?” I whispered back and by now, I couldn’t hear blondie anymore, well, not my blondie Vinnie, but Nikki’s blondie, so I was sure the talking between them had ceased at some point. “Well I mean yeah we knew that, but we fuck a lot of girls, I don’t expect them to really like me or like them back, that’s all.” I was going to fight that response, but he was right, that checked out.

“Look, you want to make a man jealous, especially Nikki, I’ll just act like you’re mine and if you’re something he wants, even if he denies that, he won’t be able to after seeing me all over it, he hates when I try to take things of his away.” He whispered in my ear before giving my neck a gentle kiss and while Nikki was the one I was wanting, I couldn’t lie that Vince’s lips on my neck sent shivers down me. Pushing me slightly against the wall, I went along with the act, as his hands came to my waist, gripping me as his lips came up dangerously close to my own, brushing against them slightly as his his free hand dropped to my hip, pulling me closer in. I was hoping to god Nikki did care, because at this rate, I wasn’t sure where this was about to lead me.

Another graze of my collarbone before Vince was ripped off of me with the rage of leather and jet black hair coming in between us and I sighed in relief that it worked, but now fear of what was about to happen.

What was I doing using Vince to get back at Nikki? I wasn’t trying to tear the band apart, just make a statement.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” Nikki screamed, Vince taking a step back, eyeing me and then eyeing him back. “I-I was just giving her some attention man, she needed it.” He could of said it less matter of factly and that may have saved him a punch straight to the nose, but instead he chose the route of violence and down Vince went, clutching himself. “NIKKI!” I shouted, pulling his arm down and forcing him to look at me. “STOP IT!” I screamed as loud as possible, the whole place going silent, except the huffs of anger between us. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? YOU KISSING HIM? OF ALL PEOPLE?” He raged on, once Nikki got going, there was no stopping him. He was like a bull and all he saw was red.

“SO? YOU GOT FUCKING BLONDIE OVER THERE PRACTICALLY SUCKING YOUR COCK!”

I wasn’t the fighting type, I wasn’t even the arguing type, but something about him brought something out in me, and I wasn’t backing down in front of God or anybody tonight. Maybe a few too many drinks, maybe not enough.

He smirked slightly, taking amusement from my comment as he crossed his arms, Vince still on the ground moaning and clutching his nose. “So you’re jealous? That’s it? You don’t want me but I can’t play around with other kitties?” His tone was pissing me off and his smile, while deafeningly attractive, angered me like hell.

“I never said I didn’t want you, I was confused Nikki, I am confused, but yeah, maybe I was a little jealous, so I gave you back your own medicine.” I huffed, but my eyes were shifted from him when his blondie entered my view, taking a stance next to him with a wide, smug smile. “Oh honey, you couldn’t have him even if you wanted him. He needs a real woman.” She wrapped her arm around Nikki’s and while he didn’t push her off, he didn’t embrace it either. “Bitch, if you talk to me again, I’ll be knocking you so hard, you’re going to need a nose job before being seen again.” She look taken aback, and the once silent apartment was now filled with whistles and egging on a fight. What is it with men loving to see women fight?

Nikki looked smugger than ever, pulling away from her and crossing his arms. “Don't let me stand in the way.” He snarked. I couldn’t believe him as I stood there, but something inside me blamed myself more. Why did I expect this to go well? Why did I think I belonged here of all places? My anger started to evaporate and as I looked into the girls eyes that seemingly were filled with genuine fear as she eyes my clenched fists, I sighed, releasing my tension.

“Fucking forget it, you can have him.” I turned quickly and started to make my exit, ignoring the sounds of my name from various voices, but not one of them sounded like Nikki’s. Kayla’s was the loudest, and I could feel her hand grab my own as an attempt to stop me, but I ripped it away and stepped through the window.

The farther I got, the quieter it became. I didn't even want to go home, I just wanted to go, so I walked with no clear intention, clutching my arms to keep myself warm and safe. It had felt like it had been an hour after I had left, but I had no clear way of knowing. I didn't know where I was, I was inside my head and thoughts as my body walked on autopilot, but I was ripped back to reality when I heard honking.

Repeatedly.

I turned to the blinding headlight as a car whipped close to the sidewalk near me and stopped dead.

Nikki’s eyes glared into mine. “Get in the car before you get abducted or murdered out here.” I rolled my eyes, continuing to walk on. “Fuck off Sixx.” I mumbled out, but the car edged forward to meet me as I continued on. “Get in the FUCKING car.”

Thus ensued what felt like a forever staring contest as we both glared at each other, before I groaned, giving up and slipping into the car before he roared off.

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