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[meikadonnelly]

~nikki sixx~

nikki sixx x fem reader

Nikki is your best friend and you’re on tour with motley crue.

fluff/angst on nikki’s side.

tw : nikki gets angry and may be triggering 🤍

You hear the crowd still screaming and clapping as the boys come back onto the tour bus at the back of the venue. You glance from the magazine you’re reading to watch as Vince walks in, followed by Mick, and then Tommy, however Nikki isn’t there. You smile at the three of them as they walk loudly onto the bus. They all sit down near you and you put down the magazine onto your lap. “You guys sounded great,” you say happily. “I’m a little tired so I came back about fifteen minutes ago,” you tell them.

“It was packed in there, even backstage!” Tommy says with a smile.

You laugh. “Plenty of opportunities for people to pick fights then,” you joke which makes the others smile.

“Yeah well, we’ll have to see what Nikki can tell us when he gets back,” Vince says, laughing a little. You raise an eyebrow.

“What?” you question.

“Apparently Nikki had a run in with some guy backstage,” Tommy explains. You sit forward, putting the magazine next to you.

“What? Where is he?”

Tommy shrugs and you stand up. You walk down the bus to the front. You walk down the small steps and off the bus. You look to the right to see a few men walking around in their backstage uniforms but no sight of your best friend. You then turn to look to the left when your vision is blocked by a body. You trail your eyes upwards to see Nikki look down at you. “What’re you doing?” He asks.

“I was coming to look for you,” you tell him. He raises an eyebrow.

“Why?”

“Because apparently something was going on,” you reply with a slight frown at his blunt tone. He doesn’t say anything and walks onto the bus to which you follow. “Nikki,” you say. He keeps walking to the back of the bus where he disappears to climb into his bunk. You stop where the others are with your hands on your hips, looking at where Nikki just was.

“What the hell happened?” Tommy asks. You shake your head.

“No fucking clue,” you reply.

“Want me to talk to him?” He asks. You don’t reply but walk past them to Nikki’s top bunk where he’s laying on his stomach, facing the opposite way with his hands under his pillow. You look at him with your arms crossed. His bunk is about head height so you’re face is next to his.

“Nikki.” You say sternly and he groans. “Don’t ignore me Nik.”

“Leave me alone.”

“You’ve known me long enough to know that’s not going to happen.” You mutter and he finally turns his head to look at you, his head still laying on the pillow. You tilt your head slightly.

“What happened?” You ask.

“Nothing,” he mumbles. You let out a small sigh.

“We both know you’re not telling me the truth Nikki.” You say sternly and he opens his eyes to look at you.

“Some guy was saying shit,” he admits.

“About?”

He pauses, still holding eye contact. He sighs and moves to get off his bunk. He stands in front of you. “What was it about Nikki?” You ask again.

He sighs again and look down. “You.”

You frown. “And?” He looks at you.

“What do you mean ‘and’?” He questions.

“Who cares if a random guy says something about me?” You ask him.

“He can’t just go around doing shit like that!” he says a little loudly. “If he says something and I hear it then i’m gonna say something!” You glance at his hand.

“So if all you were doing was saying something, then why are your knuckles red?” You question which makes him look at his right hand. You watch him think of what to say.

“I don’t understand why you aren’t more upset about this!” he says loudly and in a higher pitched voice than usual.

“I don’t know why you are!” You yell back.

“Because you’re someone I care about and i’m not just going to let someone do that!”

You sigh and look down. “I get that, okay? Believe me. But you’re getting into fights over it. You’re going to ruin your career. What if you get in trouble, or get hurt? What if you hurt your hands and can’t play bass anymore Nikki?” You defend. You watch the thoughts race through his mind as he stares at you, his arms crossed. By now, the others are looking down the bus at us.

“How the hell am I meant to just not do anything about it?” He asks, frustrated.

“Ignore it! Keep walking and come to me!” You reply in a slightly angry tone. “Talk to someone about it Nikki.”

He sighs again. “Sorry,” he mutter quietly before turning and walking off of the bus again. You don’t call out for him but walk over to the others who just saw the whole thing.

“What the hell happened?” Vince asks.

“He got into a fight,” you reply, glancing at him.

“Did he win?” Tommy asks to which you look at him with an eyebrow raised. “Sorry.”

“I’ll be back,” you say, walking away.

“Where are you going?” Tommy yells after you. You turn around.

“I’m going to find Nikki, who knows what’ll happen if I don’t.”

“The venue’s huge, you won’t be able to find him,” Mick says bluntly.

“Well, I might as well try.” And with that, you walk off the bus. You look around before looking along the side of the bus to see Nikki leaning against it, his arms crossed. You walk over and stand next to him silently for a moment.

“I’m not mad,” you finally say. “I didn’t mean to yell.”

“I know,” Nikki replies quietly with a slightly defeated tone in his voice.

“I just…” You pause for a second and sigh. “I just don’t want you to get hurt or ruin your career.” Nikki doesn’t say anything and continues looking forward at the business around you. “The last thing I want to happen is for you to throw away all your hard work over some comment about me,” you add.

“I know it was stupid and I’m sorry okay?” He says defensively which makes you move to stand in front of him. You put each hand on his shoulders and look up at him.

“I promise you that it doesn’t bother me when people say stuff about me. So please don’t think you have to defend me.”

He looks at you and nods. “Okay,” he mutters. You drop your arms to your sides.

“So are you okay?” You ask him.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he assures before putting an arm around you and starting to walk towards the door of the bus. “Are we good?”

You smile. “Of course.”

[meikadonnelly]

~izzy stradlin~

izzy stradlin x fem reader

you and izzy have an argument

trigger warning : arguing, swearing and just general talk of anger that may be triggering for certain people (no physical)

angst/fluff at the end.

You’re sitting on your living room couch of a small apartment in which you and your boyfriend Izzy both live in as he’s sitting on the opposite end, trying to change his guitar strings. He’s getting frustrated and just when you think he’s calming down, you hear a snap and look over to see one of his strings, snapped in half, laying broken along his black guitar.

“For fucks sake!” he yells, throwing one of his tools down onto the coffee table. You look at him as he sighs and runs his fingers through his hair while breathing deeply.

“Maybe you should have a break? Are you hungry? I could make y-”

“No,” he interrupts loudly.

“Are you sure? It might make you feel bet-”

“Just stop!” he yells, interrupting again and looking at you, his hair covering his face slightly. “I don’t need any fucking help, i’m not a baby,” he says bluntly. You look at him.

“I never said you were,” you say quietly. “I was just trying to help.”

“Well don’t,” he says, standing up and walking into the bedroom, slamming the door loudly. You stay sitting there, looking out the window for a while, thinking about what had just happened. You’re not sure how long you’re sitting there for but after a while, you hear the bedroom door open. You look up to see your grumpy boyfriend, walking into the kitchen and to the fridge. You watch him open the fridge door and stand there, looking into it blankly. “Stop looking at me,” he grumbles, grabbing a bottle of water and shutting the door abruptly.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, trying to make him look at you. He ignores you and starts walking out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. “Can you stop being an asshole and come here?” you snap quickly, frustrated with his attitude. He stops and turns around, looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Excuse me?” he says, glaring at you.

“I’m sorry,” you say, regretting your choice of words. “I just want to know what’s wrong.” He steps forward and narrows his eyes.

“No, you wanna know what’s wrong? I’m sick of always being the bad guy when I don’t want to talk about things,” he says. You frown slightly, examining his face which shows frustration but deep down, you can tell he’s upset about something.

“I’m not frustrated because you don’t want to talk, i’m frustrated because you take all your shit out on me!” you say loudly. His breath hitches at the tone of your voice and he sits the bottle of water on the kitchen counter, crossing his arms.

“You were the one who decided to pry,” he says bluntly which makes you let out a frustrated sigh.

“You’re my boyfriend, of course i’m going to ask what’s wrong when you’re clearly acting different,” you argue to which he rolls his eyes.

“For fucks sake,” he mutters under his breath as he runs his hand over his face. “Just leave me alone,” he finally says, picking his water up and walking back to the bedroom.

You stay sitting on the couch while silence fills the apartment. You sit for about 15 minutes before deciding to attempt talking to Izzy. You walk slowly to the door and knock gently, pushing it open at the same time. You look into the dark room to see Izzy sitting on the edge of the bed with his face in his hands. “Izzy?” you say quietly. He doesn’t look up so you continue further into the room, eventually standing in front of him. “Izzy,” you say, this time a little louder. You stare at him as he takes a few deep breaths before looking up at you. He moves his gaze back down to his hands as he speaks.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. You tilt your head as you look down at him. “I’m so stressed about the new album and I don’t know how to fix it,” he admits.

“Some things you can’t always fix Izzy,” you say. “But you can always ask for help,” you add on. He lets out a big sigh before finally looking at you. You look back down at him and smile gently. He puts his arm out and grabs yours, pulling you to stand in between his legs. He rests his forehead against your stomach as you put your arms around his head. “Let me help you,” You whisper as you feel his shaky breath on your stomach.

“I don’t want to drag you into my problems,” he mutters against your skin. You put your hand under his chin and raise it to look at you.

“I love you Izzy, and that means that I am here to help and support you whenever you need it, no matter how big or small the problem is,” you say as he watches you. “Please don’t try to handle this on your own because we both know it’s not going to make anything better.”

He keeps looking at you, not saying anything, for a few moments before closing his eyes for a brief second and taking a deep breath. “I need you to help me,” he finally says to which you tilt your head with a soft smile.

“I’m here for you okay?” you whisper.

“I love you, even if I don’t show it,” he says, standing up in front of you. He leans down a little to rest is forehead against yours, closing his eyes and staying quiet. You wrap your arms around his neck and close your eyes as well, taking in the silence and the smokey scent of the apartment. You both stand there for a second before you hear him shift a little so you open your eyes and pull away to look at him. He opens his eyes slowly to look at you, his eyes squinting slightly as the room is dim.

“Is there anything that I can do to help you now?” you ask softly. He thinks for a second.

“Just stay with me. Help me understand that i’m going to be okay,” he replies quietly. You nod with a soft smile and pull him back into a hug.

About 10 minutes later, you are both laying in bed, under the covers, enjoying the quiet. You’re both laying on your sides, facing each other. Izzy has his face hidden into your neck again as you run your fingers through his hair. His eyes are closed and he’s breathing is slowing down as he relaxes. You kiss the top of his head.

“We’re gonna be okay,” you whisper, closing your eyes too.

[meikadonnelly]

Dust n' Bones

~izzy stradlin~

you and izzy are very close friends and you go over to his apartment to see him when he shows you a song he's writing...

no trigger warning <3

fluff

You walk up to Izzy's apartment and knock on his door. He called you about 30 minutes ago asking if you wanted to hang out with him today which you of course did. You turn and look over your shoulder to watch the cars going past until you hear the latch on his door and you turn around to see him smiling. "Hey," you say.

"I'm glad you came," he says.

"Did you think I wouldn't?" You ask, walking in and closing the door behind you.

"Not really," he says which makes you laugh. You look over to the lounge area as he walks over to the fridge and notice Izzy's journal on the coffee table and his black guitar sitting on the sofa.

"You writing something?" You ask. He turns around as he takes a sip of water from the fridge. He nods without saying anything. You look at him with a slight smile on your face. He sits the bottle of water on the counter and sighs.

"You wanna hear it don't you?" he asks. You nod eagerly and he shakes his head and rolls his eyes but he still has a smirk on his face. We go and sit on the sofa and he puts one leg on the couch with his guitar on top. He strums the guitar. It's a different style to what he usually writes.

"He lost his mind today, he left it out back on the highway, on 65," he start singing quietly. You listen to the lyrics trying to work out what they mean.

"She loved him yesterday, yesterday's over, I said okay, that's alright," he continues. You slowly piece together that the song is about a break up or something close. He finishes the parts of the song that he's written and look at me. "You like it?" he asks.

"Of course I do!" You say back which makes him smile. "Your voice suits it perfectly," you add. He shrugs, putting his guitar down. "What?" you ask.

"Axl's our singer, he'll sing it," he says. "Plus it's not even finished, and it might never be, it's only an idea."

"You have a right to sing your own song, if you ask him, I'm sure he'll be fine with you singing it," you say. "Plus, I think it should go on the next album." He looks up at you.

"You think so?" he asks.

"Yes!" you reply. He stands up and walks to the fridge to grab another water for you. While he walks back over, he asks a question.

"Do you get what it's about?"

"A breakup? Or relationship problems?" You reply, still a little unsure.

"Kind of, but that's only part of it," he says, passing you the bottle of water and sitting down right next to you. "It's about how life is too short to worry about things that have already happened, for example a break up," he explains. You watch as he tells you about the song. He turns towards you so you cross your legs and face him.

"Is it based on experience?" you ask, knowing that he'd gone through a messy breakup about 3 months ago. He shrugs again.

"I guess so," he admits before continuing. You stay silent but listen to him closely. He finally looks at you and you make eye contact with him. He pauses for a second before you notice his face change. It looks like he's thinking about something. Something other than the song.

"You okay?" you ask, and he glances at you.

"Fuck it," he says quietly and you raise an eyebrow.

"Wha-," he cuts you off by kissing you and almost straight away, you return it. You both pull away after a second and look at each other. He laughs and you feel yourself blush so you look down at your lap.

"Was that okay?" he asks you. You nod and he smiles. "Good," he replies before kissing you again. This time he pushes you to lay down on the sofa and he is hovering above you.

"About time," you murmur in between kisses.

"Oh shut up," Izzy says, laughing. You both stop for a moment and look at each other before Izzy lets himself lay on your chest, his lower body in between your legs. You run your hands through his black hair and you sit up slightly to let his arms go behind your back. You both lay there in silence for about 5 minutes before you hear voices outside Izzy's door which is followed by a knock.

"You want me to get that?" you ask. Izzy groans which vibrates through your chest.

"They'll go away," he finally says and if on queue, you hear the door open look to see Duff and Steven. "Or not," Izzy says. The two boys stop and look down at Izzy who has lifted his head up.

"About fucken time man," Duff says to Izzy.

"That's what I said!" you tell him. Izzy groans once again and puts his head back down. Duff and Steven walk over and sit down on the floor in the lounge and Izzy rolls onto his back and sits up a bit. You put your arms around his neck.

"Okay guys, just make yourself at home, its fine," Izzy says, slightly annoyed. you giggle quietly.

"We wanna talk to you about the album," Steven says.

"What about it?" Izzy asks.

"Well, have you got any song ideas?" Duff asks. Izzy glances at his notebook which prompts Duff to grab it. He reads through the lyrics and looks back at Izzy. "Can you show us?" he asks. Izzy sits up and grabs his guitar, laying back down on you. He shows them exactly what he showed you and you watch Duff and Steven's reaction.

"That's awesome," Steven says once he's finished. "We need that on the album."

"And you have to sing it," Duff says. Izzy leans his head back at you and you smile.

"Axl's voice won't suit it as much as yours," Steven adds.

"Okay well, we need to talk to the others before we decide anything," Izzy says.

"If they agree then will you?" Steven asks. Izzy thinks for a second.

"I suppose it is my song.." he says.

[meikadonnelly]

<3

~izzy stradlin~

izzy stradlin x fem reader

you both hang out in the dressing rooms with the band.

no trigger warning <3

fluff

"You nervous?" you ask Izzy as you lay in between his legs on the small couch in the dressing rooms at the rainbow.

"Pfft, me? Nervous?" he jokes, knowing that he's always nervous for shows.

"You'll be great," you say leaning your head backwards to look at him. "You always are." He smiles and grabs your hands which are resting on your chest. His other hand, on the back of the couch. The other boys walk in and sit down around the dressing room as you fiddle with Izzy's hands. You hear Izzy laugh and feel his chest move up and down as he does.

"Many people out there?" Izzy asks Axl who had just peaked to have a look.

"Probably the most we've had," Axl replies. Izzy nods and look over your shoulder as you look at his rings, which you always do. He lets his hand relax as you turn it over and finally interlock your fingers with his. You look back up at him and he kisses your forehead. Duff looks at his watch and stand up.

"We better head up," he says. You sit up, letting Izzy stand up. He turns around and puts his hands out to pull you up. You all walk down the hallway to the side of the stage where all the guitars are. Izzy, Duff and Slash all grab theirs and put the straps over their head. Steven twirls his drumsticks while Axl talks to him. Everyone but Izzy start to walk on stage as you hear the audience clap. Izzy turns and gives you a quick kiss before following them and taking his place on stage. You always stand side stage, on the side that Izzy stands, rather than in the audience. You look out and see that the bar is full and you smile.

~~~~~

The boys come off and Izzy comes straight over to you with the biggest smile on his face. He takes his guitar off, holding with one hand and hugging you with the other. You all walk back to the dressing room to relax for a while before going into the bar. Izzy leans his guitar against the couch and sits down, slipping his sweaty bandana off of his head. You sit next to him and his runs his hand through his hair. He leans over and whispers in your ear. "Did you see when Axl kind of messed up the words?" he asks. I nod and he leans back in. "Some girl flashed him, and he got a bit excited, if you know what I mean," he says which makes you laugh and Izzy laughs too. You look over to Axl who is sitting across from you.

"Hey Axl, had a bit of a problem up there?" I ask which makes all the others laugh. Izzy leans and hides his head behind you, trying not to laugh.

"What? They were nice!" Axl replies which you laugh at. Izzy finally brings his head back from behind you and puts his arm around you, still slouched over from being tired.

"You guys wanna head into the bar?" Duff asks. Everyone agrees and you all walk over to a booth to hang out. You're sat in between Izzy and Duff. A waitress comes over with her notepad and looks at everyone, especially Axl. Axl looks up and smirks.

"You're hot," he says. I roll my eyes slightly, knowing Axl wasn't one to beat around the bush. The waitress smiles sweetly.

"Well, I'd hope you think so, since you just saw what's under this shirt," she says, still maintaining her sweet composure. Izzy and I look at each other with shocked looks on our face. I look at Axl who looks just as shocked. "I hear the staff bathroom is quite sound proof," she adds before walking away, still not taking our orders. Axl looks around at everyone before Steven stands up to let him out of the booth.

"Okay, did anyone else expect that?" You ask. No one agrees and you look at Izzy who shrugs.

"I didn't see her," he says.

"I knew she was a waitress," Slash says out of nowhere.

"How?" you ask.

"Let's just say that I've been in that staff bathroom before, and it's not as soundproof as you think," he says. For the third time, you look at Izzy who is laughing quietly which makes you laugh too.

[meikadonnelly]

<3

~nikki sixx~

nikki sixx x fem reader

it's nikki's birthday and he tells you he doesn't want to make a big deal out of it because he doesn't want to inconvenience you but you choose to celebrate anyway.

no trigger warning <3

fluff

You wake up in your apartment which is quiet and empty apart from yourself. You check the time on your watch which is sitting on your nightstand and decide to get yourself ready to go see Nikki. You had prepared yourself for about two weeks leading up to this day. Nikki's birthday. He told you not to worry about it, but you knew him better than that which meant you could see right through his 'not wanting to be a burden scheme'. You head into the bathroom and brush your teeth and hair before tying it up in a loose bun. You walk back into your bedroom and pick out something to wear, finally settling on a cropped tank top, black leather pants and a black jacket.

~~~~~

You walk up the stairs to Nikki's apartment before knocking on the door which they recently got fixed after you complained enough about climbing through the window. You hear footsteps and then the door creaking open. You look up to see Nikki standing there in his boxers and a tank top. "Hey babe!" he says, chirpily.

"Hey Nikki," you reply, opening your arms to hug him. He embraces you in a warm hug, kissing the top of your head. You look up at him as he still has his arms wrapped around you. "Happy birthday," you say quietly and he smiles.

"Thank you," he finally whispers. You walk inside the apartment and sits on the arm of the sofa..

"Go get ready," you say. Nikki raises an eyebrow.

"Why?" he says skeptically.

"We're gonna go get some breakfast," you tell him.

~~~~~

You both walk down the street, holding hands, to the diner that you both love. The diner that you had your first date. You both walk in and take a seat across from each other in one of the booths near the back of the restaurant. You sit your handbag down next to you and reach inside, pulling out a small case. You hand it over the table to Nikki who looks at you. You prod it at him which makes him grab it. "What's this?" he asks.

"You'll have to wait and see," you say.

"I didn't want you to waste your money on me, I know you're struggling at the moment," he says somewhat sadly, knowing that he's struggling too and can't help.

"I had some money set aside, now just open it," you say, smiling. He smiles a little but just enough to create smile lines on his face. He clicks open the case and you watch as his eyes widen ever so slightly.

"No way," he whispers to himself.

"They're the ones you wanted?" you ask him, taking a sip of your water. He pulls the black glasses out of the black case, holding them in front of him.

"I've been looking at these for months," he says, looking at you.

"I know," you reply, smiling. He finally smiles and grabs your hand, kissing the top of it.

"I love you," he says which takes you by surprise. He's never said that before. You smile.

"I love you too," you say.

"Aren't you two so cute," a voice says. You and Nikki look up to see one of the regular waitresses standing at the table with her notepad. You smile at her, seeing Nikki glance at you in the corner of your eye. "What can I get for you both?" she asks.

~~~~~

"Thank you for today," Nikki whispers to you as you lay on him on the couch in his apartment with the other three bandmates. You tilt your head up to kiss him. You look back at Tommy and Vince who are looking at the sunglasses you got Nikki like they're diamonds. "You assholes better not scratch them," Nikki says. They both roll their eyes and Mick snickers slightly. "They're gonna look so fucking cool on stage," he says to you.

"You're gonna look so fucking cool on stage," you reply which makes him smile and kiss your head.

[meikadonnelly]

~izzy stradlin~

izzy stradlin x femreader

fluff/angst

| izzy and you have been dating for around 6 months and you come home to your apartment where he stays after being followed and almost touched by a man on the way back from work |

! trigger warning !

stalking / traumatic event / assault

You feel the cool breeze on your face as you walk home from your shift at one of the local bars. You look down at your watch which reads 12:48am and continue walking along the sidewalk towards your apartment. You notice a person walking along the other side of the road going back the other way. It seems to be a man who is wearing a large coat and hat, walking with his hands in his pockets. You continue walking and feel that something isn't right, so you turn around to check if anyone is around. You scan the area and notice a black figure a bit further back. "What the fuck," you mutter to yourself, realizing it's the man from before. You pick up your pace a little, just enough to be discreet. You rang Izzy before leaving so if you took any longer than usual, he would come looking for you. You walk about a block further before looking back and seeing that he's not only still behind you but getting closer. He's quite tall so he can easily walk faster than you. You continue walking and when you can finally see your apartment, you relax slightly, knowing Izzy is staying over. You rummage through your bag to find your key when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up and you're only a couple apartments down from your own. "Let go of me!" You yell. The man's hand slides from your shoulder to your wrist. You try to pull away, but the man has a firm grip on you. "Please, I'll give you whatever you want, just please let me go," you say. You hear the man chuckle slightly as you continue to pull, causing you both to stumble closer to your apartment. You drop your purse which makes him look down. "Take it, please, let me go home," you plead once again. He thinks for a moment and then looks back at you, his eyes still shadowy from his hat. You begin to tug your arm away again when you see his eyes look over your head and behind you. You look behind you to see another man with black hair who was standing on your apartment stairs a little bit further down.

"Izzy!" you yell which makes him run over. The man, obviously not intimidated by Izzy, keeps a firm grip on your arm.

"Get the fuck off of her," Izzy says, putting his hands on your shoulders. The man chuckles and shakes his head.

"No, I don't think I will scarecrow," he replies, having a dig at Izzy's figure. Izzy takes a deep breath and, with no warning, lunges forward at the man, knocking him to the ground. "What the fuck are you doing?" The man says.

"I gave you a fucking warning," Izzy replies, swinging his fist into the man's jaw. He stands up and waits for the other man to follow, which he does. "If you don't leave in the next 10 seconds, you'll be knocked out on this sidewalk until daylight, alright?" Izzy says, angrily. He's standing in front of you, blocking you from the man's vision. "Go," he adds on when the man doesn't move however he eventually walks away when he realizes that Izzy is serious.

~~~~~

You both walk into the apartment and Izzy closes the door behind you. He flicks the light on but you don't stop. You drop your purse on the counter and walk straight to the bathroom, where you lean in front of the mirror. You drop your head down and close your eyes as you feel them starting to fill with tears. You sniff a couple of times before hearing a shuffle at the bathroom door which you had left open. You turn and look to see Izzy leaning on the doorframe with his arms folded in front of him. As you make eye contact, you can tell just by his eyes that his heart is breaking seeing you like this. You turn your body to face him and feel the flood gates open as he walks over and embraces you in a tight squeeze.

"You're okay, I'm here," he says, still with a slight bit of anger in his voice. You pull away and he cups your face with both hands, wiping the tears away with his thumb. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there quicker," he finally says quietly. I shake my head.

"It's not your fault Izzy," you reply, grabbing his hands. "You did everything you could have and I'm so happy you did," you say. He leans down and rests his head on yours. After a moment of silence, he pulls his head up from yours.

"Why don't you have a shower and then we can go to bed, hm?" he suggests quietly. You smile and nod, so he walks over to the shower and starts getting it to temperature. You strip off and wait somewhat awkwardly to get in. "It's ready," he says, turning to look at you. He admires you for a second before smiling. "You're so pretty," he says which makes you blush.

"Do you want to join me?" you ask. Izzy raises an eyebrow. "Nothing like that," you chuckle. "I just want some company."

And with that he hops in with you.

[meikadonnelly]

{introduction}

hi, i'm mimi, i'm 16, from australia and i write fan-fiction one shots, head cannons and multi part stories. my favourite bands are motley crue and guns n roses. my favourite members are nikki sixx and izzy stradlin if you couldn't already tell.

{who i write for}

motley crue

^nikki sixx * ^tommy lee * ^mick mars * ^vince neil

guns n roses

^izzy stradlin * ^duff mckagen ^slash

metallica

^james hetfield ^kirk hammett

queen

^freddie mercury * ^brian may ^john deacon ^roger taylor

{notes}

+if a story has any mature themes, they will be named with a trigger warning for reader safety.

+i know much more about certain people which means their chapters will most likely be more detailed, and this is why for some bands, i do not write for all members. this doesn't mean they won't be included in other member's chapters. (people who i believe i will be better at writing for will have a star next to their name)

+as said before^, certain people will have a stronger storyline to others, however, this doesn't mean that I will only put effort into some and not others.

+the more detail in the requests, the better, as i want to create a clear and accurate piece.

+i write all types of fan-fiction, whether it is angst, fluff etc. keep in mind that i may turn some requests down if i am not comfortable writing it for you.