bad apples // izzy stradlin x fem!reader

its a continental drift

"shit, shit, shit" i said to myself through gritted teeth, walking down the brittle stairs from the cold winter fog setting in for tomorrow morning.

izzy awaited me at the bottom of the stairs and it felt like looking into a pit of death as my feet made their way down the wooden planks, my body and brain above them dreading the outcome. i tried my best not to sigh or just walk away from him, as i knew what this conversation would be about.

and it wasn't good.

i stood on his level for a second, before tom shouted my name. "y/n i'm going shopping i'll be back soon!"
great, now i have to be alone with izzy. and to make it all even better, i didn't even ask him to pick me up more of my chocolate. can this really get any worse?

izzy ushered me to the sofa, him sitting on the one opposite to me. i opened my mouth to speak, but it closed before my input could escape.

"we need to talk." he said.

great conversation starter, izzy, i thought to myself as i mentally facepalmed.

"what did you come here for?" i say, trying to get this situation over and done with.

"that's besides the point."

"all i need to know is what happened that night, and then we can put this all behind us." i reply, beginning to grow concerned at his evasion.

"that's not what i came here for." he said. again.

"izzy just give me an answer, or at least tell me your reasoning. if you're not going to do either then just leave." i say, my words coming out with more sting than i wanted them to.

izzy was visibly taken aback by my words before speaking up, and a flicker of remorse glinted on my face. "what are we?" he said.

"i don't know, what do you even mean?"

"i just need to know."

"i just need to know what we did that night and then i might be a bit more inclined to answer your question." i say, becoming more impatient with getting a response out of him.

"just tell me."

"why would i tell you when you won't tell me?"

"you're being impossible y/n!" izzy said, quite loudly, obviously trying his hardest not to shout.

"why do you want to know what we are in the first place? if you want to hookup with someone then i really don't care because that has fuck all to do with me. does that answer your question? now get out of my house." i state, agitated.

he gets up, shaking his head with his hands up like he's surrendering to a cop. good to know that i have half control over one thing in my life.

until tom comes back in. then it all goes away.

"what's wrong with him?" my brother says, carrying two huge bags and throwing them out of his hands onto the counter.

all i could manage was a simple fuck off, but being honest, what else was i supposed to say?

-the next day-

i woke up to my phone that i'd fallen asleep next to, dinging non stop.
36 new messages. great.
i rubbed my eyes to see who they were from, and surprisingly they were from axl and slash. what did they want?

11:03am                                                                  89%⚡️

                                 roses n guns
participants : lumberjack(axl), slash, duff, blondie(steven)