Hey beautiful! My name is Mariana (but you can call me Nana) and I'm from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Well, I'm just a girl posting about her interests and thoughts.
— 🍒 I'm 19
— 🍒 Libra baby
— 🍒 Shifter since jan/2022
— 🍒 I listen to anything really. Lana Del Rey is my fave!
— 🍒 Fav movies: The Virgin Suicides, Secretary, Marie Antoinette, Lolita, American Beauty, Menino do Rio, Girl Interrupted bleh
Heyyy I just saw you pop up and I rlly want a fic of Izzy x fem reader where Izzy gets interviewed about his wife(reader) and he’s on tour while the reader is at home watching the interview and he’s saying nice things about her pls if it’s okay!
i’ve never written izzy before tbh so i hope this is okay! i’m also like so awkward writing girls sorry
⋆˚࿔ SWEET THING : IZZY X WIFE!READER
You’d had the TV on in the background for most of the day, turned just low enough to hear the new segment on MTV being announced every hour or so.
Izzy had called last night, and as you had been catching up on his day and talking about all the things you couldn’t wait to do when he returned, he mentioned he’d been interviewed a few days ago on the network about GNR’s current tour. You laughed as he mentioned his boredom with most of their questions, as he often told you how many times he got asked the same things over and over. Then, he mentioned something that made you blush a bit and hold the phone a bit closer.
“You might wanna tune in for this one though, sweetheart,” he’d said, and you could hear the sheepish smile in his voice. “They asked about the new, shiny ring on my finger, and I couldn’t help talking about you.”
“Izzy!” you gasped, feeling your cheeks going red. “You didn’t!”
Izzy laughed, and his voice crackled through the landline next to your ear. “Well, watch it for yourself. I wouldn’t say nothin’ bad—you know that.”
You’d chatted a bit more before nearly falling asleep curled up with the phone, not wanting to hang up on his soothing voice. But Izzy promised to call again soon, and besides—you could hear his voice and see his gorgeous face on your own television set in the morning.
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The interview was set to air sometime the next day, though Izzy wasn’t sure when. Hence why the TV had been running since you’d woken up. You were humming to yourself, putting away dishes in the kitchen when you heard something that caught your attention.
“Up next, an exclusive interview with members of Guns N’ Roses! Get all the details on their latest gigs and life on the road for the most dangerous band in the world.”
You let out a little gasp, shutting the cupboard door in a hurry and rushing over to the couch. You curled up into the cushions, sitting with your back against the couch arm and your legs bent underneath you as you glued your eyes to the screen.
A few clips of their performances played as the TV host gave a brief introduction. You smiled softly as you spotted a few glimpses of Izzy playing his guitar with the others. Soon, your eyes went wide as the camera panned to him, Duff, and Slash sitting together on a couch—this had to be the interview.
They took turns answering questions about how the tour had been so far, sometimes answering more seriously and sometimes turning the question into a complete joke. You giggled as you watched them talk over each other and shout random nonsense while laughing at themselves. You thought back to what Izzy had mentioned last night about getting the same questions over and over again, and it made sense that they were trying to keep things entertaining for themselves. Suddenly, you felt your cheeks heat up at the next question from the interviewer.
“So, boys, how’s things in the romance department? Anybody locked down, or are you all free agents at the moment?”
Duff took the question first. “Yeah, yeah I got a girl. ‘S good, y’know.”
Then, Slash butted in. “Nah man, it’s better with no girlfriend. On tour, y’know. So many chicks, you get whoever you want!”
He grinned knowingly with his cigarette between his lips as Duff shot back with a “No way, dude!” They babbled back and forth for a minute before one of them shouted out, “You should really ask Izzy. Look, Izzy, show ‘em your hand. Look there, c’mon, he’s more committed than any of us!”
You could tell Izzy was feeling a bit shy—you knew his expressions so well, and the way he had his head turned slightly down meant he was hoping to avoid so much attention on just him. You didn’t mind at all, though. One of your favorite things about him was how intentionally he spoke about things. If he didn’t have the right words, he wouldn’t answer rather than saying something he didn’t truly mean.
But he surprised you when you heard his softer voice speak up at their goading. “Yeah, I got hitched last summer. I’m sure you heard all about it in those gossip mags, huh?” He smirked a bit as he twisted the silver ring on his finger. You smiled along with him, loving how teasing he could be with his answers.
His smile shifted into something a little gentler as he spoke again. “She’s a real sweetheart, though. Yeah, I wouldn’t trade it for the single life again. We’re doin’ great, really.” Was it just the television glow, or were his cheeks going pink? Your heart was beating a little faster as you heard his words. That was you he was bragging about!
Duff wolf-whistled loudly, squirming in his seat with laughter. But Izzy looked sincere despite the taunting. “Some of the songs—she inspired us, for some. Inspired me. Patience, that one’s a little about her. I… got lucky,” he trailed off, and now he really looked sheepish at how much he’d rambled about you.
Your chest felt so warm with all the public compliments. For someone normally so private, Izzy had said a lot. He had mentioned feeling lucky, but you felt even more so. You’d landed someone talented but still down-to-earth, and caring and thoughtful too.
You only wished he were home so you could tell him just how grateful you were to have him.
I sat on the bus and partied with Guns N' Roses. No sex, just hanging out. The guitarist, Izzy Stradlin, said, "Call me. My alias is Mr. Jewel. I'll put you on the list for the next show." I told him I was moving to L.A. someday, and he said, "Well, if you ever do, here's my number."
an excerpt from pamela des barres' book ‘let's spend the night together: backstage secrets of rock muses and supergroupies', it’s an encounter from 1987 (not from pamela des barres herself)
the concept of izzy calling himself mr. jewel 😭 lmk if i should post some more izzy stories/etc. !!
