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𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 ?
request: Izzy and reader (doesnt matter gender u pick) are married or gf/bf and they started to drift away from each other. They realized later on with an argument or not(lol)and make up for it. U can end it any way u want! @kay-random
A request from august I’m so sorry it took so long but after reading it again I found it pretty good and not as bad as I thought when I first wrote it. Not saying it’s that good cause I’m never satisfied with what I write but I hope you’ll enjoy it !! <3
Warnings : a little angsty, crying, grammar and conjugation
It’s been now almost a year that Izzy and I were married. At first everything was all roses and love. A young lovely and fresh couple. I’m wondering if all the excitement didn’t rush us and made us make a mistake.
I’m in the bathroom to change after coming back from work. I look at my ring on my finger. A beautiful ring, from a beautiful love… But does it still have the same meaning as the first day I had the honor to wear it? Thinking about it and my eyes got blurry and a tear slowly rolled down my face. Something is off. I can tell something is off between us. The most frustrating part is that I can’t tell what or why. Izzy and I are living together but it almost like we’re not, we barely talk. Don’t get me wrong he’s not a very talkative person but Izzy being dead silent like this is not okay. At first, when something was wrong, we were telling each other. We were having something called “a conversation". Now I feel like we’re strangers.
I live with a stranger I barely see, I barely talk to, I barely know… I can only imagine the worse but I’m trying to not. Maybe it’s just a down in our relationship that every average fresh couple have.
I have to admit it’s a strange life I chose to live here. Marrying a guy from one of the most popular band. A guy who was having all the girls he wanted (and probably still do at this point). We were probably blinded by love, I was probably blinded and didn’t see the problem who was probably there since the very first day.
I don’t know who I’m living with but it’s not the Izzy I know. As surprising as it could be, the Izzy I know is the sweetest person. Always supportive and caring, protecting you and wiping your tears for you when you cry.
I was wiping my own tears since a month now and today wasn’t an exception.
So, I wiped my tears away, refreshed my face with water and went down the stairs to the kitchen. Izzy was sat on a chair zoned out. I didn’t know if this view was sad, annoying, or whatever it could be it was for sure torturing. As I stop at the door frame, I look at him and he lift his head to look at me with his painted blank face. I felt weak after crying for half an hour, but I had to take all my courage in my hands.
“Can we talk?” I quietly ask.
He nods and looks down at the table. I walk to a chair, sit in front of him and look at him again. The silence was so heavy it could dig a hole in the floor for both our graves.
We kept staring at each other in the eyes without any emotions for a moment.
I take a deep breath and open my mouth to talk but nothing comes out. I was trying to find how to start
“I don’t know…” Izzy suddenly mutters cutting my thoughts.
I slightly frown my eyebrows, shake my head a bit and shrug. “You don’t know?” I mutter too, what does that mean? He shakes his head too.
I felt my tears coming back and Izzy avoiding eye contact was not helping. I tried not to cry in front of him but, some threatening tears found their way down my cheeks. The silence and the tension were pressuring me.
“Izzy… you know we can talk… you know we can trust each other… what’s going on?” I ask almost desperately. He nods and I see him try to smile at me but, it looked more like a painful move than anything else. “Please say something…” I need him to talk even if it’s to tell me to fuck off. It would be the longest sentence I would have had in a month.
“What do you want me to say?” He shakes his head almost pissed. “I don’t know, anything. What’s wrong?” He’s looking at me with a frown. Don’t tell me he didn’t notice something was wrong.
I think he just scoffed and now he shrugs “There’s nothing wrong…” he denied. I look at his face like he’s mad. “Are you kidding me? There’s clearly something wrong Izzy don’t try to deny it.” I tell him firmly. He shrugs again and say nothing. I scoff not believing the situation. “Seriously? Are you just going to deny it and wait for a miracle? We need to talk Izzy, really.”
“And about what?” No way he dares to ask and in a pissed tone to complete it. He absolutely knows about what.
“Don’t know maybe the weather and the sun?? Izzy.” I look at him startled. “We didn’t have a conversation this month! We barely talk or see each other.”
“Yeah, what do you want we’re both busy…” wow. Worst answer. Ever. “Busy? I wake up at 7, work from 9am to 8pm. You’re never around when I’m home! And don’t try to tell me you’re at the studio cause I’m waiting for you every night until I fall dead asleep at 2 or 3 in the morning. You’re yeah obviously very busy. You were never staying this late at the studio before it must be a very big project.”
He looks at me, narrow his eyes and brush his chin with his fingers. He nods and it’s so silent I can hear him gulp. I didn’t yell at him or anything. I just explained. I’m just worried right now. Worried about him, about us. What about us?
I keep looking at him waiting for an answer. After like a minute, he remains silent looking at the table. I sigh and look at the ceiling. I then lean my head in my hand, my elbow on the table, and I look at him again.
We look at each other’s eyes for a moment and suddenly he decides to mutter “I’m sorry…” sorry? “Why?” I whisper pleading.
He only shakes his head and looks like he’s trying to say something.
“We should take a break…” he finally says after a moment. My head snap at him and I’m hoping I heard it wrong. “What?” I ask in an almost inaudible whisper.
“We’re not… we’re just…” he sighs not finishing his sentence.
A break ? So no talking ? Just… a break ?
“Wow… okay…” I say fighting my tears back “yeah okay…” I repeat not finding anything else to say. I take a deep breath before getting up and going to our bedroom, I close the door and cry and sob silently. Again. I go to the closet and take a suitcase and start to pack some stuffs.
And with only a shared look I open the front door and walk out, to the nearest bus stop. When the bus arrives I get in and head to my parents.
a/n : I have a part 2 going on if anyone is interested :D
#izzy stradlin#guns n roses#fanfic#request#izzy stradlin x reader#izzy stradlin imagine#izzy gnr#gnr#angst#jeffrey dean isbell
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Hiii I got a request! Orginally I had this idea down even wrote it on my masterlist but just wasnt working out after I tried to rewrite it.
Anyways, they chilling at his place and Dave Mustaine teach reader French (it's okay if u dont use french words lol) after hearing his recent song A Toute Le Monde, she wanted to learn as well. Feel free to do whatever lol 🙏
look at him go
a/n: Hiii! I. love. It. As a first request it’s really cool.🔥🩷
Sorry it’s long I was inspired- hope it’s okay and not too bad and that I respected your request (I feel like I rushed it at the end) (I'm always scared to post stuffs I write.)
Of course I used French words cause… I am French🤧
Time to tell you French is absolutely not sexy when YOU ARE French💀(I made myself giggle while writing this request though.)
🥖🇫🇷Also, Dave said the lyrics meant “to the entier world, to all my friends, I love you, I must go.”
But I would have translated it as “to everyone, to all my friends, I love you, I have to go.” Cause “to the entier world” in French it’s “Au monde entier.” There’s not a big difference but it’s still different. And for “je dois partir” it means you HAVE TO. But again, there’s no big difference.
Warnings: grammar obviously, French, fluff, is it cheesy? It definitely is, cliché lol
Anyway, hope you’re going to enjoy it!! 🩷
You and Dave were at his place chilling, eating popcorn and watching TV. You were sat on the couch and Dave was on a chair checking a magazine.
Megadeth just released their new song “A Tout Le Monde” and you already love it. But since the title and some lyrics were not in English you were wondering what it meant and why he wrote it in another language.
“Hey Dave…” he looks at me and smile, “Hey you…”
“Can I ask you a question about your song?” You ask turning your head toward him. “Sure, which one?”
“Hmmmm…” You hum and narrow your eyes unsure on how to pronounce it. You could see his smirk forming on his face. “The last one.” You speak. At least you were sure to not mispronounce it. Dave nods and looks at you, that little smirk still painted on his face. “The last one?”
“Ah no. Don’t make me pronounce it.” I tell him amused “Aw too bad... I can’t answer your question if I don’t know what song you’re talking about love…” Is that ginger mocking you or daring you??
“Aw… too bad for you too… for once someone was caring about your music.” You obviously didn’t mean that. You just returned it against him…
He opened his mouth wide and scoffed. Dave almost laughed but he quickly took a serious face and narrowed his eyes looking directly at you.
“Say it.” You narrow your eyes too “No.”
“Yeah, say it.”
“Nah.”
“C’mon say it!”
“Nuh uuuuh”
Dave looks at you and purse his lips “Hmm.” You mimic him and purse your lips too.
He wasn’t going to answer your question. You raise your eyebrows.
“Well. Okay.” He smirks again as you say it. “You’re evil. What’s the name again?” You feign not remembering it… but he’s not stupid so you roll your eyes.
“Hmmm, aaaa… tu- touuut, le… monde.” You say with an accent. Dave raises his hands in the air “Yeaaah”, but he laughs. You grimace “Hey don’t mock me.”
“Okay okay...” he stops his laugh and looks at you again “So what was that question?”
“Ah! Why the title and some lyrics are in French or whatever is that damn language?” he smiles. At least it’s a good question. “We just wanted to try something, and we tried in a lot of different language. We had Spanish and French, but French is the one that sounded better, and that was probably easier to sing.”
“Ah yeah cause French is easy…”
“That’s not what I said. And I have French ancestors anyway.”
You smile at this information. That’s actually a fire sentence to say.
“Sooo what does the lyrics mean in English?”
French is supposed to be a sexy language. Not that he’s not already sexy but he could be even more…
“Well, the title is in the lyrics… A tout le monde, à tout mes amis, je vous aimes, je dois partir. It simply means to the entier world, to all my friends, I love you, I must go.” He explains to you.
You were listening carefully to understand the meaning “I don’t know how… to explain that but, it’s simple words but deep lyrics.” He smiles again at your kind of compliment.
“Hey, do you know something else in French??” You happily ask curious. Not that You wanted to learn French, but it was still interesting.
He shrugs “Huh… I’m not fluent but I know some basics yeah. Why?” You look up and smile. “What?” he laughs (cutely. help). You shrug and purse your lips to hold your smile “Teach me French.”
He laughs again “Like what? I only know- “
“-Everything you know.”
He gets up and walk toward you. “Well, I know, bonjour…” he looks at you giggling at his accent “I know… Je m’appelle Dave…” You giggle and look at him in the eyes as he sat beside you. He looks at you too “salut…”
“Salut…” You repeat in a whisper. You couldn’t help the smile on your face.
“Tu es magnifique…” He says with a warm voice. You laugh again trying to hide you red cheeks. He laughs too “Why are you blushing? You don’t even understand!”
He takes a flirty face and raise his eyebrows up and down “Am I sexy?” it made you laugh even more. Is French funny or is it him being sexy? No. You’re not answering to that.
“Maybe! But out of all of this, what can I learn ??” He thinks about it for a second. “Hm. I know some curses too.”
“Dave! C’mon!” You slap his arm slightly “What?? You want to learn French to make me blush too??” He complains more amused than offended.
“HE- No?” You stop and say innocently “Sure… Okay repeat after me. Je, m’appelle.”
You repeat words after words, and you actually find it easy. He learned you how to say your name, your age, your gender, where you live.
“Stop laughing! How do you even pronounce that!”
“Aujourd’hui, je visite New York. Today I visit New York. Come on!”
You try to mouth the words as he says it. Yeah, well okay maybe French is hard. You then say the sentence Dave told you.
“No don’t say New York with an accent. French don’t do that…” You laugh a bit surprised “Why are they so complicated with their useless muted letters and their apostrophes?”
That French lesson ended with you not being able to pronounce anything anymore and Dave laughing at you trying to pronounce “Écureuil” because he thought it would be fun to teach you that word.
You both were now laying on the couch watching TV again your head on his shoulder and his head on yours.
“You know you can still try to learn curses… it’s easier…”
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𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲
Jon Bon Jovi x Reader
Not a request but I felt the need to write about anxiety even if it’s not really explicit (I may have just wrote about my own experience and how my body is acting right now too) @damianodavds
Masterlist
Warnings : none except grammar, fluff/angst
I was in the kitchen backing some cookies listening to T-Rex, humming the song that was playing. John was in our room playing guitar trying to find a bit of inspiration for new songs. Work from yesterday as been stressful and I had to do something today to empty my mind.
I put the cookies in the oven and take a glass of water. I felt my body weakening a bit and my hands started to shake but I ignored it. I start to clean all the mess from the cooking after finishing my glass. I take a tray and turn around but I suddenly knock the empty glass with the tray and it falls on the floor and breaks.
- Shit… I mumble my hands shaking as I look at the broken glass on the floor.
Right after it I hear Jon ask « You’re okay ?? » from our room. « Yeah ! Sorry ! » I reassure him sighing. I bit my bottom lip and sigh again, then I see Jon leaning on the doorframe, he looks at me with his soft eyes and a small smile « you alright ? ». I look at him almost feeling guilty just for a poor broken glass. I nod « I may… have just broke a glass but yeah… just be careful when you walk.» I answer crouching down to clean the broken glass.
«Hey, hey… stop it, I’m going to clean it.» He says crouching next to me with a hand on my back. My hands were still shaking and I couldn’t hold anything correctly or move without being clumsy. I sigh, « I’m sorry » I apologise again « About what ? Just go to sit and try to calm down okay ? It’s fine baby. »
I only nod and get up to go to the living room and sit on the couch. Well I sit for like thirty seconds and get up again to look around trying to find something to do. It’s fun how anxiety works. You’re getting worked up and feel like your energy is overwhelming but you can’t do anything to let it out cause you’re just shaking and clumsy as hell. You can’t even sit down and wait for it to go away, it can last for days. Funny right ?
- Hey, wanna go out for a walk ?
I turn around to my boyfriend and smile at him. I don’t think saying I’m lucky to have him is enough. He’s more patient with me than I am with myself sometimes.
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Requests are open !!
ℐ 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇
Mötley Crüe
Guns N' Roses
Cinderella
Poison
Hanoi Rocks
Metallica
Megadeth
And maybe other bands ask and I'll tell you if I feel like writing about them ! :D
✿︎ ℐ 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ :
Fluff
Cheesy stuffs
Angst
Lime
X Reader
Relationship
Friendship
Enemies (To Lovers ?)
Again ask and I'll tell you if it's okay !
✿︎ ℐ 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ :
Smut (I'm not comfortable with it yet but if you want me to try I still can :') )
Big age gap
Daddy kink (actually I can but I don't like it lol you can still ask)
Everything that is supposed to be bad and ends with philia
Ship real people (except if it's friendship)
Sorry if you have to wait but I'm a terrible writer I have some stuffs (l'm also scared to share things I write be kind, I WILL NOT tolerate any hate towards anyone, my account or another one.)
ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉
Fluff : ❀
Angst : 𖦹
Lime : ꨄ︎
𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐡
𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 :
Teach Me French ❀ ᵒʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ
𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐍' 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬
𝑰𝒛𝒛𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏 :
Is It Over ? 𖦹
𝐌𝐨̈𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐮̈𝐞
𝑵𝒊𝒌𝒌𝒊 𝑺𝒊𝒙𝒙 : ✍︎
𝐁𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐯𝐢
𝑱𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒏 𝑱𝒐𝒗𝒊 :
It's Okay ❀𖦹 ᵒʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ
𝐌𝐚̊𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧
𝑬𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑻𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒐 : ✍︎
𝐄𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞
𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒚 𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕 : ✍︎
#masterlist#request#request open#fanfic#80s music#60s 70s 80s 90s#80s bands#heavy metal#glam metal#hair metal#metal#1980s music#rocknroll#rock#guns n roses#megadeth#metallica#bon jovi#europe#mötley crüe#hanoi rocks#måneskin#poison band#cinderella band
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