Warnings ; Angst, Mentions Of $h, Depression, Anger Issues, Fighting, Sewer Slide (slightly In Izzy's

“ One day I am gonna grow wings. ”

An Izzy stradlin fic.

Warnings ; angst, mentions of $h, depression, anger issues, fighting, sewer slide (slightly in Izzy's rant) .

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A/N; I wanted to write this because I'm going through a tough time and just need some Izzy angst to comfort me.

Plot; Izzy had been away at rehearsal, after a fight between you both, and came back to you after a break down and on the verge of a relapse.

You and Izzy had just had the worse fight of your relationship, and he said something along the lines of “Your a fuckin depressed crazy bitch.”, but you cant remember. Everything is so blurry and hazy, it's all fuzzy. The last thing you can remember? Grabbing the knife and sitting on the kitchen floor.

You say against the cold floor, your sleeve pulled up and the knife next to you. You had a past with cutting, and the scars had shown that for sure, but you promised Izzy to not hurt yourself again. Tears were streaming down your face, your head hurting profusely, and everything blurry. Izzy had said some hurtful things, and maybe he meant them all, and you knew he could be rude alot, but never has he brought up your past.

"You fucking crazy bitch! No wonder you parents never fucking cared for you, your so fucking psycho they couldn't even feel safe around you!" Izzy screamed in your face loudly, causing your ears to ring and head to start pounding.

"God what the fuck is your problem?!" You spat back

"My problem is that your fucking mental!"

The sound of the front door opening ripped you from your thoughts, and you stiffned.

"Y/N?" Izzy's voice rang out

No answer, you were still mad at him, but also, you couldn't even think straight.

His footsteps started approaching you, and before you knew it, he was shaking you to make sure your alive

"Y/N? Baby, are you okay? Hey, hey wake up, this isn't funny. Wake up baby." He muttered, sounding panicked but the sound of your breathing calmed him.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything earlier. It was really shitty of me, and you know that as well. I know I did wrong, and I know your mad at me, and you have every right to be, but please, just listen to me?" He sighed, sitting down next to you and wrapping an arm around your neck

"For a while, I've been feeling... different. I went to a therapist, told them what was going on with me, and they took some tests. I was confused, I didn't know why they were testing me. I told them I was lashing out on people for no reason, that I wanted to die, and i had no hope. After a day or two, they called me back said I had anger issues. Normally I wouldn't tell anyone what I told them, but I figured it out, I just wouldn't open up. I should have talked to you, told you what was wrong, how I was feeling. But for some reason, I didn't, I just bottled everything up. And then today, the bottle broke, and I lashed out on you. For no reason. It was really shitty of me, Y/N, I know it was. I don't want you to even forgive me for it, I don't deserve it, i don't deserve an apology. I did you wrong, I hurt you and said things I shouldn't have even thought about. I'm so sorry, I really am , I just want you to know i love you, i love you so much, and even if you don't love me back, I will still love you.” He ranted, and once he got to the middle, you realized that he was crying. He genuinely felt bad.

“I love you too, Izzy.”

I needed this. I love Izzy so much I genuinely cannot express how much I love him. He's such a kind and sweet soul

Also first time posting all month oh yes

Just remember, this is a fan fiction and my imagination!!

Tags; @nikki-sixxpixxx @ihrtstrang3rthing3 @slashduffizzysgf

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Steve Harrington X Alt Ftm Reader Work At The Same Place So It Should Start Off Maybe Near The End Of

" Wanna go get a drink at the bar across the street? " Steve randomly asked, locking the doors to your job.

" Sure, why not? "

So you found you both in a bar, drinking Vodka and Whiskey. Of course, you and Steve were both tipsy, but you couldn't deny the fact he looked so goddamn hot.

" Hey, y/n? " He said, placing his hand on your shoulder. " Can we go back to yours? "

"Yeah, of course." You mutter, and just like that you both were on the way to your house.

Once you got there, you lead Steve inside. When you guys were in the living room, he grabbed you by the waist, his tall frame towering over you.

"God, your so beautiful. Can we uhm, you know?" He mutters, looking down at you. You nod, and that was enough for him to close the distance between you two. His lips collided with yours harshly as his hands moved all over your body.

He began undressing you slowly, first taking your jeans off, next your shirt and underwear. He stopped when he saw your binder.

"This isn't a normal bra, what is this?"

"It's a binder Steve. I'm trans." You mutter, scared hes going to leave you high and dry.

"So, your like a boy? That's even better. Never thought id be, like, attracted by it. Take it off, the binder." He says, looking at you deeply.

Once you got your binder off, he shoved you to your knees, unbuckling his belt and jeans. He pulled down his jeans and boxers, his length slapping his stomach slightly.

"Suck. Now." He said, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling it close to his throbbing erection. You opened your mouth, wrapping your lips around him and began sucking him off.

"Shit –.." He gasped breathlessly, his words trembling. His head threw back as he guided you up and down on him. He started twitching inside your mouth, signalling he was close.

"Fuck– gonna cum down your sweet little throat, okay?" He muttered, his grip tightening as he fastened his pace on you. He began twitching more before releasing his hot seed down your throat. "Swallow."

He pulled you up and sat down on the couch, tapping his lap with his hand. "What are you waiting for? Ride me already." He groaned before you sat on his lap, sinking his member inside your slick heat. His head threw back against the couch as his hands flew to your hips. "Such perfection when your on top of me." He chuckled, rocking you back and forth on top of him.

"Steve–!" You whined out, your walls tightening around him already. You gripped his shirt as you rode him, your knuckles turning white.

After a couple minutes, he started twitching again. You've already came three times, he hasn't once yet.

"Gonna cum deep inside you, fill you up." He muttered, his cock twitching and throbbing inside you.

"Mhm–!" You whined, releasing on him for the forth time. That time was enough to send him over the edge.

"Shit— fuck fuck fuck–!" He whined, his head thrown back as he coated your inside a white color.

Yes I'm ending it like that🩷

I didn't know what to do for the end so yes thank you. Also, he whines and whispers idgaf what you say.

Tags ; @nikki-sixxpixxx @slashduffizzysgf

Warnings ; Angst, Mentions Of $h, Depression, Anger Issues, Fighting, Sewer Slide (slightly In Izzy's

Warnings ; angst, mentions of $h, depression, anger issues, fighting, sewer slide (slightly in Izzy's rant) .

A/N; I wanted to write this because I'm going through a tough time and just need some Izzy angst to comfort me.

Plot; Izzy had been away at rehearsal, after a fight between you both, and came back to you after a break down and on the verge of a relapse.

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Warnings; p in v , smut , m! receiving oral, riding, male x ftm reader

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