mimi

hey, i write things.

[meikadonnelly]

{introduction}

hii, i'm mimi, i'm 18, 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 and my celebrity crushes (at the moment) are nikki sixx, izzy stradlin and james hetfield.

you can find my masterlist here!

i also have an edit account on tiktok. i’m not the best editor by any means but i’m giving it a go 🫶🏻 : @terr0rtw1ns

{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

^cliff burton

^rob trujilio

top gun / top gun maverick

^bradley bradshaw | rooster * ^pete mitchell | maverick ^nick bradshaw | goose ^tom kazansky | iceman ^jake seresin | hangman

twisters

^tyler owens

bleed for this

^vinny pazienza

scream franchise

^stu macher

^billy loomis

riverdale

^jughead jones

^archie andrews

^sweet pea

^fp jones

^fred andrews

{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/movies, 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.

+i have other commitments in my life, so if i do not write for long periods of time, i’m sorry.

+i do not write male x male or female x female. this is not because i’m against it in any way. it’s purely because i have no idea how to write it 🤷‍♀️

+i also have preferences on what i do and don’t write. i will not include r&pe. i will not write a fic where the reader is under 18 and the other person is over.

things i will not write:

r&pe kinks

ins£st kinks

extreme pain kinks

p!ss/sh!t kinks

a fic where the chosen person dies.

a fic where the chosen person purposely assu&lts the reader or anyone.

breeding kink. (this one is only to a certain degree. i do include unsafe sex in my fics and any kinks that include that, however i won’t specifically write that the reader or chosen person is doing it to ‘breed them’).

extreme age gaps where the reader is only just legal (like 18 x 65 etc)

[meikadonnelly]

|| nikki sixx || part 3 ||

part 1 & part 2

nikki sixx x fem!reader

you run into an old friend…

angst

trigger warnings ‼️ : swearing, anger, past trauma, rude customer and sensitive topics (split parents)

a/n: i’m so sorry this took literally a lifetime to post for you guys and it sucks but i hope you all enjoy it.

Well, that probably could of gone better.

You're both still hugging each other, for the first time since high school, in your quiet apartment.

"I'll come back okay? We can talk at a better time," he mutters softly as his chin rests on top of your head. You hear his words and soon shake your head against his chest.

"Don't leave," you say quietly. “Please.”

His shoulders slump slightly as he sighs. “I don’t want to keep fighting with you,” he says. You open your eyes slowly and pull back to look up at him, his eyes finding yours straight away. “I never wanted to fight with you,” he adds quietly.

“I know,” you say, your voice small. “I’m sorry.”

His hands hold the sides of your upper arms as if to hold you in place while he shakes his head, his eyebrows crinkled. “No, don’t apologise. Please don’t apologise,” he tells you. You take a few breaths before nodding.

“Please, just don’t leave.” You plead and he sighs quietly.

“Alright,” he says softly. “I won’t go anywhere.”

“Why did you come to LA?” Nikki asks as you both now sit on opposite ends of your small couch.

“Like I said, I’ve always wanted to, you know that,” you say, your voice gentle compared to earlier. He tilts his head.

“Why now?” He asks and you look at him.

“What do you mean?” You question.

“You could have stayed in Seattle,” he says. “You were set up to live a nice life.”

You furrow your brows slightly. “How do you know that?” You ask which makes him look down at his lap for a second.

“My mom,” he says quietly.

“You talk to your mom?” you ask, a little surprised, but he shakes his head.

“She tries to call me but I never answer, so she leaves messages. Long ones.” he explains. “Sometimes they’re like ten minutes long where she just tells me what’s been going on back there.”

You watch him, still surprised by this new information. “How much do you know?”

He shrugs. “I know that you had a decent job at the diner,” he says. “And that your sister moved out a couple years ago.”

You nod, knowing that those things are right.

“I also know that your parents divorced,” he says quietly which makes you pause. “I’m sorry,” he adds.

You look down at your hands which are fiddling in your lap. Your legs are crossed as you face him. “I knew it was coming,” you say simply and he just watches you, waiting for an explanation.

“After Anna moved out,” you begin, talking about your sister. “My dad realised how much more important she was to him than me.”

He frowns slightly. “What do you mean?” He asks which makes you look at him.

“She got accepted into Stanford, that’s why she moved out,” you say. “And I didn’t even finish high school. Mom always used to defend me which caused arguments and dad turned to alcohol.”

“He hit you?” Nikki asks quietly, almost a whisper, assuming the worst, but you shake your head.

“God no. He hated me and mom but he would never go that far,” you defend. “But it still tore the family apart. Mom moved across the country and dad didn’t want me in the house despite him saying the house was mine if anything happened, so I rented a room from an old couple across town.”

Nikki looks stunned. He’s unable to speak and his mind is ticking over at a million miles an hour.

“Eventually I realised I was getting no where and I had no reason to stay in Seattle, so I moved here,” you add.

Nikki takes a breath which seems to snap him out of his thoughts pretty quickly as he looks away from you for a second.

“Did you ever hope you might run into me?” he finally asks softly. You look down at your crossed legs.

“I guess a small part of me did, but I’d convinced myself that you’d be in another city or that we wouldn’t recognise each other,” you reply honestly. “Did you?”

He nods straight away. “Of course I did. I was always looking out for you, hoping we’d come across each other.”

You smile softly, still looking down. A short silence fills the air, but this time it’s less awkward than before, it’s almost… peaceful. Nikki watches you for a second before taking a breath and speaking.

“I did try to call,” he says softly, which makes you look up. “But I waited too long.”

“When did you call?”

“About a month after you were meant to graduate,” he tells you, which confuses you.

“I was still living in the house with everyone then,” you say, confused on how you never knew he called.

“I know, your dad was the one that answered,” he says. “He told me you weren’t interested in talking to me. That you were too hurt to have anything to do with me.”

Your heart sinks. “I never said that,” you say quietly.

“I tried to call a few times but I always got the same response, and then later, when I thought maybe things had calmed down, I tried again, but by then you’d moved and I didn’t know where you were,” he tells you, his voice soft as if to lessen the shock of it all. You sit there dumbfounded. All this time, you thought he’d just forgotten about you.

“Five years gone because of my dad,” you mutter, looking down at your lap and he moves his hand to touch yours gently, but you pull it away. “This whole mess is because of my fucking dad.”

He shakes his head. “No, this whole mess was caused because I hurt you.”

You look at him, your eyes glassy from the tears threatening to spill. “I was hurt because I thought you didn’t care and forgot about me, and I never knew that it wasn’t true because of my dad.”

His shoulder slump slightly at your words. “I cared so much about you okay? I still do. And shit, I could never just forget about you, even if I wanted to,” he says, his hand grabbing yours again, this time, not letting you pull away.

“I’m so sorry,” you say and he shakes his head, shifting closer on the couch.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he says, finally wrapping his arms around you. “Absolutely nothing.”

A couple days later, you’re at work again, chatting with Kylie while the usual quiet afternoon slump continues.

“So it was all a misunderstanding?”

You nod as you wipe down the bar top while Kylie stands in front of you, straightening the bar stools on the opposite side. “Five years of miscommunication,” you say and she shakes her head sympathetically.

“No disrespect to you or your dad, but honestly, what a dick,” she says which makes you chuckle.

“Believe me, I know,” you say. “Dad was never the most popular in our house.”

She raises her eyebrows briefly as she wipes down one of the stools before looking at you. “I mean, I understand the whole ‘protective father’ thing, but he clearly had it out for Nikki if he didn’t even want to give him a chance.”

You throw the cloth you’re using in the sink before looking back at her and leaning on the counter. “But that’s the thing, he always loved Nikki, said he was ‘the son he never had’,” you explain which makes Kylie raise an eyebrow.

“So why the sudden change?”

“Maybe because he saw I was hurt when Nikki left?” You suggest and she looks down at the counter, thinking.

“There’s got to be more to the story,” she says, clearly wanting to work it out. “Any parent would want their child to stop hurting, and talking to Nikki would have done that.”

Your eyebrows furrow slightly as she makes a point, but before you can speak, the bell of the door rings and you look up to see four familiar faces. Nikki’s group from the other night.

They walk up to the bar, just as rowdy as ever, and all have a seat. You meet Nikki’s eyes and he gives you a smile which you return before looking at the other three. “Long time no see,” you say politely.

“Too long,” the blond one says. You chuckle at his unusually subtle attempt to flirt. Nikki shakes his head before gesturing to the men.

“This is my band,” he says which makes the three boys look at him.

“You know her?” The skinny one asks.

“No I just like to tell people who you are,” he says sarcastically. “Of course I know her.” He looks at you before gesturing to the blond man.

“The dumbass is Vince, he’s our singer,” he says before looking at the skinny one. “Our drummer Tommy.” You nod and then look at the older man. “And Mick, our guitarist.”

Each of them gives you a small nod and you smile. “Nice to meet you all,” you say softly. “Can I get you guys some drinks?”

“Same as last time doll face,” Vince says which earns him a wack on the arm from Nikki.

“Three jack and cokes and a vodka lemonade?” you check as you grab four glasses and line them up.

“That’s right,” Vince responds as you turn and grab the bottles. You notice the jack is pretty empty so you call out to Kylie, who’s further down the bar.

“Ky, can you get me another bottle of JD?” you ask.

“Yeah, two seconds!” she replies so you turn back to the glasses and start scooping some ice into each of them.

“So how do you know Nikki?” Tommy asks, watching you.

“We went to high school together,” you reply and he nods.

“Before he dropped out,” Vince pokes which makes you chuckle.

“Nothing wrong with a drop out,” you say while Nikki rolls his eyes.

“You’re a drop out just like the rest of us,” Mick says, looking at Vince.

“Hey, I dropped out cause I actually had a band to focus on,” he defends, shrugging, which makes Nikki hold back a laugh.

“And what were you called?” he asks.

“Shut up man,” Vince says waving his hand at him. Nikki turns his head to look at you as you set the four drinks up on the bar in front of them.

“Rock Candy,” he says and you bite your lip to stop any giggles from slipping out. You let your hands rest on the counter.

“Shitty name, shitty band,” you say at the same time as Mick mutters it which makes him glance at you with a smirk. The others laugh apart from Vince who just rolls his eyes.

“What’s all the noise over here?”

You look over to see Kylie walking over with a smirk.

“Oh you know, just your favourite customers,” Tommy says with a cheeky smile.

“I don’t know about that,” she teases before turning to you. “You wanna go have a break before the rush?”

You nod. “Only if you’re all good here,” you reply and she nods.

“I’ve got it all under control babe,” she says and you smile before reaching to untie your apron.

“Can’t someone get some service around here?”

You, Kylie and the boys all look along the bar to see a young, blonde woman standing there. She catches your eye and clicks her fingers. “Uh hello? I’m waiting.”

Kylie look back at you with her eyebrow raised.

“I’ll go deal with that and then go on my break,” you say before walking over to the woman.

“Jesus, took you long enough,” she says. “Can’t a person just come and get a drink nowadays?”

You force a smile and rest your hands on your hips. “What can I get for you?”

She rolls her eyes dramatically. “And no customer service skills either,” she mutters to herself which you ignore. She looks at you again. “A martini, no gin,” she orders.

“You want a vodka martini?” you ask, your smile slowly dropping as your energy flies out the window. She sighs.

“Did I say I wanted a vodka martini?” She scoffs. “I said a martini with no gin.”

You watch her, deciding how to deal with this. “A martini with no gin or vodka is just vermouth wine.”

“Do you even know how to do your job?” she questions.

“I do,” you say calmly, however your smile is now gone completely.

“Well make me what I’m asking for,” she spits.

“I will do that once I understand exactly what I’m making for you.”

She stares at you for a few seconds before taking a breath.

“Get me another bartender.”

“Ma’am, no one else is-“

“Get me another bartender,” she interrupts which pisses you off.

“Okay, I’m going to say this one time, and one time only. I am the only bartender free to make your drink. If you tell me what you want in your drink rather than what you don’t, then I will make it for you,” you say sternly. “However after you are done with the drink, you will leave. Or you can leave now and find another bar that can better cater to your needs.”

She glares at you. “You can’t kick me out of a public bar,” she says in disbelief and you raise an eyebrow.

“I have the right to refuse service ma’am,” you say.

“Well you’ll be losing a customer, that’s for sure.”

“Everything okay over here?” Nikki says, appearing next to the woman. She looks at him and huffs, her expression changing from pissed off to smug.

“Everything is fine, isn’t it?” she says sweetly, looking back to you. You don’t react but make eye contact with Nikki who gives you a ‘jesus christ’ kind of look. “How about you have a drink with me?” She ask him which makes you both look at her again.

“You know, if i’d just walked into the bar, I probably would have, but since I’ve been sitting just over there with my buddies,” he nods towards the boys, “I’ve been able to hear the way you’ve treated this lovely lady.” He says, maintaining a polite tone before his smile drops. “Get out.”

Her smile fades and she scoffs.

“I’m serious,” he adds on. She looks back at you with a deadly stare before grabbing her purse.

“Have fun with your little bartender girl,” she says before walking out, her heels clicking as she strides across the hardwood floor.

Once the door closes behind her, you and Nikki look at each other grinning.

“You alright?” he asks gently and you nod.

“I’ve had worse,” you say with a smile and he chuckles.

“Who? Vince?” he jokes and you laugh which makes him smile. “Seriously though, if looks could kill,” he says, referring to the woman.

“Thank you for helping,” you say and he tilts his head with a soft smile.

“Any time.”

taglist for those who asked for a part 3 : @samcaniglia @clevercollectorthing @costellation-hunter @sourwolf-32

added to the taglist :

@nikkis-cherry @beccajade1

[meikadonnelly]

Can we please have a part 3 of the old friend story :3 I loveeee your work sm!!!

of course, i’ve been planning and working on it for a while now, just trying to choose the way i want it to go. sorry to keep ya’ll waiting ☹️

[meikadonnelly]

• masterlist xoxo •

motley crue

nikki sixx

birthday surprise. : fluff

unwanted comments. : angst

old friend. part 1 | part 2 | part 3: angst

missin’ you. : smut/fluff

morning : fluff

guns n’ roses

izzy stradlin

backstage. : fluff

dust n’ bones. : fluff

worn out. : angst

[meikadonnelly]

hi! Do you accept requests? If so, can I ask for a fluff with Nikki? any plot, but so that the reader and Nikki are already in a relationship

if no, excuse for troubling

Thank you for your hard work

have a good day!!

i do!! and thank you so much!

~~~

|| nikki sixx | morning ||

a morning with nikki.

nikki sixx x fem!reader

fluff fluff and more fluff

a/n : this is set in the early 80s, and nikki and the reader have been together for around 1 year.

As you lay in Nikki’s bed, you can hear his slow breaths as he sleeps next to you, and every once in a while, he moves slightly to get more comfortable. Usually, this means pulling you closer. You’re laying on your side, facing him while one of his arms are wrapped around your waist. The morning light is peeking through the curtains which hang over his small window next to the bed, above the bedside table. You open your eyes to look at him. His face is slightly squashed against his arm which his head is resting on while being tilted down towards you a little.

You watch him for a little before trying to move away from him to get out of bed but his arms tense and hold onto you tightly. You let out a quiet huff.

“Nikki,” you whisper. A quiet groan is all you get in response, his eyes still closed. You give a second attempt at getting up which is unsuccessful once again. “Nikki, come on, I need to pee,” you say. A few seconds of silence follows your words before you feel his arms loosen to let you go.

You wander to the bathroom and take care of your bladder before washing your hands. As you do, you notice Nikki leaning on the door frame watching you, his messy hair covering his eyes slightly.

“I thought you’d be asleep again,” you say, looking back down at your hands under the running water as he walks up behind you.

“Bed’s too cold without you in it to sleep,” he mumbles back, leaning his forehead on the back of your head. You laugh a little at his neediness and shake your hands dry. You turn around in his arms so that you’re body is in between the vanity and him. He looks down at you through squinted eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck and he runs his hands up and down your back.

“Why don’t you go back and get comfortable and I’ll be there in a second, okay?” you suggest softly, looking up at him through your lashes. He closes his eyes and lets his head flop back.

“It’s too early,” he groans which makes you smile. You let out a small giggle and you see him smile, his eyes remaining shut. You admire him for a second before tapping his shoulder lightly.

“Go on,” you say softly. He lets his head fall forward again, a small smile still on his face before he kisses your forehead.

“Don’t be long,” he mutters before walking off.

You smile and run your hand through your hair, feeling a few knots underneath. You turn around and grab your hairbrush that you had decided to keep at his place, along with other things like a toothbrush and clothes, now that you were staying more often.

You brush your hair and tie it up into a bun with the hair tie you always have on your wrist to get it out of your face, as well as Nikkis, before spraying a little bit of deodorant under your arms to feel a little fresher.

You walk back out of the bathroom and into the quiet bedroom to see him back in bed, laying on his stomach. You smile to yourself as you walk over to your side of the bed and sliding in under the covers next to him, sitting up slightly against the head board. He seems to be half asleep but he soon rolls onto you, his body between your legs and his head on your chest.

You move your hands to his hair and you start playing with it gently, your fingers massaging his scalp at the same time, which earns a deep sigh from him.

You know he’ll probably fall asleep again so you close your eyes and sigh quietly which makes Nikki lift his head up for a moment to rest his chin on your chest. You open your eyes to meet his and you smile.

“What?” you ask with a soft chuckle.

“Just wondering why you’d rather sleep than watch your adorable boyfriend,” he teases with a soft smile.

“And who’s that?” you tease back and he rolls his eyes playfully.

“He’s tall, has green eyes,” he describes. “And he’s an absolute catch.”

You shake your head with a smile. “Is that so?”

He smiles as he looks up at you with the green eyes he just mentioned.

“You wanna get breakfast from the diner down the road?” you ask softly, and he nods as his eyes close again, his chin still on your chest.

“After I sleep for a bit longer,” he mumbles, so you move to get more comfortable. You slide down more so that you’re not leaned up against the headboard anymore, and Nikki lays back down on you, his face now nuzzled into your neck.

He presses a soft kiss to the skin of your neck and closes his eyes, so you do the same, letting yourself relax and fall back asleep.

Another hour or so later, you wake up again, but this time to an empty bed. You open your eyes and see that Nikki isn’t there, so you get up and wander out of the bedroom. You walk into his kitchen and find him standing at the counter, facing away from you, making a coffee.

You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his torso before resting your cheek on his bare back.

“Morning baby,” he says softly.

“Good morning,” you reply from behind him. He turns around to face you with his cup of coffee, and you leave a soft kiss on his shoulder as he does. He takes a sip of the hot liquid before you hold your hands out, silently asking for a sip like you always do.

He smiles and hands you the cup to you and you look down to see that instead of deep brown coffee, it’s paler.

“You drink coffee with milk now?” you ask, looking at him.

“No, but you do,” he says before turning around and grabbing another cup that has his regular black coffee inside. “I heard you getting out of bed so I thought I’d get ahead of you.”

You smile.”Well aren’t you sweet?” you say softly and he leans down closer.

“Always baby,” he says before giving you a gentle kiss. You smile as he pulls back and you walk over to the window in the lounge room to open the curtain.

As the sunlight fills the room, you feel the heat hit your face and you let out a soft sigh.

“You still wanna go to the diner?” Nikki asks from the kitchen, and you turn around to see him still leaning on the counter, sipping his coffee.

“It’s a little late for breakfast but we could get lunch,” you say and he shrugs.

“Who says I can’t have pancakes for lunch?”

You laugh and he watches as you walk back over to stand in front of him.

“I’ll finish my coffee and then we can go,” you say and he nods.

“Deal,” he says before leaning down to kiss you again.

You both walk into the diner, a place for you and Nikki that has become a regular date spot. You head over to an empty booth and sit down across from each other before a waitress comes over.

“Well isn’t it my two favourite lovebirds,” she says, and you look up to see Linda, an older woman who you’ve gotten to know since you and Nikki started coming here.

“How are you Linda?” you ask politely.

“Better now that you sweethearts are here,” she says with a smile. “Now, I’m guessing there’s going to be an order for a vanilla milkshake and a strawberry milkshake?”

You smile and nod as she looks at Nikki. “Extra whipped cream for you doll?”

“You know me so well,” he says which makes her grin.

“And are we doing our usuals for food?” she asks and you shake your head.

“Could I get the waffles today?” you ask and she nods, writing it down on her little notepad.

“Of course you can sweetie, with everything?” she replies and you nod.

“And I’ll have the blueberry pancakes,” Nikki says, passing his menu to her to take away, and you do the same.

“Late breakfast, did we have a slow morning?” she questions with a smile. You and Nikki look at each other with a similar smile and she laughs.

“Oh to be young and in love again,” she says. “I’ll be out with your orders soon.”

“Thank you!” you yell out as she walks off and she waves her hand as if to say ‘don’t worry about it’. You look back at Nikki and he takes your hand from across the table like he usually does. “You think she has a husband?” you ask.

“I’ve never seen a ring,” he says, glancing over at her.

“She might not wear it at work,” you suggest and he nods.

“Well if she doesn’t have a husband, maybe we should set her up with Mick,” he says and you laugh.

“C’mon, I know Mick’s older than you guys but he’s still only like 30. Linda’s almost 50,” you defend.

“He might like them older,” he says and you scoff playfully which makes him smirk.

“I wonder if she has kids,” you ask, going back to the topic of her. “She’d be a good mom.”

He nods. “Yeah, anyone would be lucky to have her as a mother.”

You stay quiet for a second as you think about maybe becoming a mother at some point too and Nikki squeezes your hand. “One day baby,” he says.

You smile. “I don’t know if I could handle any mini Nikki’s running around.”

“All I’m hearing is an opportunity to have some backup when I annoy you,” he says with a smirk.

“And the fact that we’d become a family,” you say and he laughs.

“That too,” he says. “But mostly the backup thing.”

You roll your eyes playfully before Linda comes back with two milkshakes. She places the strawberry one in front of Nikki and the vanilla one in front of you with a smile.

“Thank you,” you both say and she nods before glancing around the diner. Once she turns back to you both, she leans down and lowers her voice slightly.

“So, when’s the wedding?” she asks with a cheeky smile.

You laugh. “Not quite yet,” you say and she clicks her tongue. “But you’ll be the first to know, and to be invited,” you add and she smiles.

“Can I bring a plus one?” she asks.

“Of course! For a husband?” you ask, finally dropping g the question. She shakes her head with a laugh.

“Oh no, I haven’t had a husband for almost 10 years!” she says with a wave of her hand. “But I do however, have quite the handsome date.”

You smile as she winks at you. “Well I have quite the handsome date too,” you say and she laughs again as she glances at Nikki.

“He is a bit of a looker isn’t he?” she teases as the sound of a bell rings from the kitchen. “I better get back to work,” she says before walking away. You turn to Nikki and he has a smirk on his face.

“Handsome am i?” he asks as he takes a sip of his milkshake.

“Very,” you reply which makes his smirk turn into a grin.

[meikadonnelly]

|| nikki sixx ||

smut.

phone sex is never as good as the real thing.

nikkisixx x fem!reader

❗️warnings : smut, dirty talk, masturbation, unprotected sex, pulling out method (don’t do this), p in v, oral sex (m receiving), handjob (kind of?), fingering. let me know if there are any more please!!!

a/n: sorry for being inactive. i’ve been working on this for way too long. this is my first smut and idk why but i really threw myself in the deep end by making almost the whole thing this type of fic. please don’t be too harsh but i appreciate any feedback!!

“Hi baby,” Nikki whispers into the phone as you sit on the couch in your house, which you usually share with Nikki, alone. He’d called you about five minutes ago, from the random hotel in Washington that the band manager had booked, his show done, and his body aching to hear your voice.

He was due to get back in a few days, but he’d already been away for so long, that those last days were going to be misery. You’ve both been so deprived of each other’s touch that now it’s almost in reach, it doesn’t feel real.

“I miss you,” you whine softy.

“I’ll be back in a few days baby,” he says, his voice a little croaky from back to back shows.

“I know, but I still miss you,” you say. “And your touch.” You hear him chuckle quietly.

“Yeah?” he asks and you give a small mhm in response. “Well you’ll have my touch in a few days, okay?”

You huff and he chuckles again.

“Sounds like someone’s horny,” he teases.

“That’s what happens when you set the standards so high that my fingers barely do anything,” you say nonchalantly. There’s a few seconds of silence. “Nikki?”

“Yeah sorry, my brain just short-circuited and your words went straight to my dick.”

You giggle. “Well isn’t that unfortunate.”

You hear him sigh, his breath a little shaky. “You’re gonna be the death of me baby.”

“Sounds like you’re the horny one now,” you say, a teasing tone playing on your voice.

“Yeah,” he says with a slight chuckle. “I’ve been horny for weeks now.”

“My poor baby,” you tease. “Haven’t even had time to do it yourself?”

He stays quiet for a moment as his lips curl into a smirk. “Who says I’m not doing that right now?”

You raise an eyebrow and you swear he can see you because he chuckles. “You think I haven’t done that before? Jacked off while I was on the phone to you?” he asks.

“I would have heard you if you’d done that,” you say skeptically.

“Not if I know what I’m doing,” he replies. You stay silent for a second before he speaks again. “You want proof baby?” he asks.

“How can you prove that?”

“Just listen.”

You hear some rustling and movement for a few seconds before a quiet, somewhat familiar sound starts.

Slap, slap, slap.

Your eyes widen a little before another few seconds of rustling comes through the phone again.

“Believe me now?” he asks lowly. You find yourself pressing your legs together as he speaks.

“I don’t know what to say, but one thing I do know is that you doing that,” you pause for a second. “Is really fucking hot.”

He chuckles again. “Well if you keep talking like that, you won’t be able to listen for long,” he says which sparks an idea in your mind.

“Talking like what?” you ask innocently.

“Don’t be a tease,” he says which makes you smile.

“I’m just telling the truth,” you say. “I can’t help it if I keep picturing my boyfriend jacking off pretending it’s me.”

He takes a shallow breath.

“But don’t worry baby, you’ll have me and my tight little pussy all to yourself in a few days,” you say softly. You hear him take another breath, this time through his clenched teeth.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

“I even bought some new lingerie for you,” you tell him. “You wanna know what colour it is?”

“Tell me,” he says between breaths.

“It’s red,” you say. “Just like the lipgloss I bought.”

He groans quietly. Red’s his favourite colour. And lingerie is his favourite type of clothing.

“I made sure to get one that doesn’t stain,” you add.

“Yeah? And why’s that?” he asks.

“I’d hate to stain you with it,” you say kindly. “Especially your dick.”

He groans again. “Holy shit,” he mumbles. “Gonna fuck you s’ good when I get home.”

You hum quietly. “You always do baby.”

“Gonna be up all night,” he says.

“Mhm, gonna make me feel good?”

“Fuck yeah baby.”

You can hear his heavy breathing and small groans as he keeps going.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

“You getting closer baby?” you ask. “You gonna come?”

“M’ so close,” he replies.

“Wish I could do it for you,” you say. “My hand full of your big cock.”

He swears again, his hand speeding up.

“Can’t wait to fill that dirty little mouth,” he groans. “Fuck.”

You smile at that for a second before speaking again.

“I forgot to tell you what else I got,” you say.

“What’s that?” he asks.

“Got my first tattoo,” you say and he sighs shakily.

“Oh yeah baby? Where?” he mutters.

“It’s a surprise, but don’t worry, it’s easy to see when your head’s between my legs,” you say, and with that, he groans loudly as he reaches his high.

“Shit shit shit,” he mutters. You stay quiet, waiting for him to speak again. “That’s gotta be the quickest I’ve blown my load,” he says which makes you laugh. “Gotta clean this shit off my hand now.”

The day finally comes where Nikki gets to come home, and holy shit you’re excited.

He’d told you to stay home and wait for him rather than try and fight the crowd of fans that knew Motley Crue would be arriving, so you took the opportunity to prepare for when he walks through the door.

You’d taken a shower earlier that morning and shaved every part of your body that hair wasn’t wanted, leaving your skin soft and smooth.

You’d slipped into the red lingerie that you mentioned to him over the phone, and changed into some ‘quick and easy to take off’ clothes, that still showed off some of his favourite things.

Your ass.

Your tits.

And of course, your neck.

Your neck had been bare for too long, and no doubt, Nikki would agree and have to do something about it.

You made sure to fill the fridge with everything he loves, and ingredients to cook him an endless amount of food, because despite the absolute filth that came out of both you and Nikki’s mouths over the phone the other night, he’s still your sweet, loving boyfriend who you love to look after.

You’d also tidied up the place, not that it was a mess while he was gone, but just making it look as warm and inviting as he missed while he was gone.

After spending the day doing those things, you’re now sitting on the couch, flicking through a magazine while the soft radio that sits above the fireplace plays one of the many old vinyls that Nikki has in his stash.

While quite focused on a page in your magazine, you don’t hear Nikki outside the front door that you’d left unlocked for him. As you flip the page, the door swings open slowly and he steps into the house holding his travel bag. You turn your head to see him which makes a smile appear on your face as you stand up, the magazine being dropped on the floor.

“Nikki!” you yell as you run up to him. He drops the bag and manages to close the door behind him before opening his arms, stumbling back a little when he catches you. His face immediately finds its usual place in the crook of your neck, as his arms wrap around you tightly.

“Fuck I missed you,” he mumbles against your skin.

“I missed you too,” you respond quietly, closing your eyes. You both stand there for what feels like eternity before he kisses your cheek and pulls back to let your eyes meet. His hands stay firmly on your waist while your hands rest on his shoulders.

“How was the flight?” you ask.

“I slept for most of it but yeah it was good,” he replies and you nod.

“Are you hungry? I can make you something,” you say, glancing towards the kitchen before his fingers grab your chin, pulling your attention back.

Before you can even think, he pulls you towards him and meets your lips with his. You kiss him back, the familiar feeling engulfing your mind as your hands slide from his shoulders to the back of his neck so you can bring him closer.

His hands move from your waist and chin, down to your ass where they slide into the back pockets of your tight denim shorts, which makes you pull back to take a breath. His eyes open to reveal a familiar look that you know all too well.

“You been thinking about this since that night?” you ask softly.

“I’d be worried if I wasn’t,” he says, a small smile playing on his lips. “Bet you have too.”

You shrug. “I would never,” you say, smiling through your obvious lie. He shakes his head.

“Don’t try to deny it, I know you’ve been imagining it,” he says.

“You know, I’ve been having a bit of trouble picturing it, maybe you should give a demonstration,” you say, a smug look on your face. He raises an eyebrow.

“Oh really?”

“I mean, if you don’t want to, that’s okay,” you say, slowly pulling back to walk away, but his hands in your back pockets stop you.

“I’ll gladly show you baby,” he says as he pulls his hands out and spins you around, pressing you back against the cool oak door. He dips his head into your neck where he presses a few soft kisses until finally sucking a small red hickey under your jaw, just like you expected he would.

You let out a small sigh as your eyes flutter shut, your hands just under his shirt on his sides. He presses his body further into you, pinning you against the door further while he continues to kiss your soft skin.

His warm kisses continue along your neck and jaw until he finally returns to your lips, where he tastes the sweet cherry gloss you had mentioned over the phone. You feel his tongue swipe along your bottom lip and just like that, his tongue tangles with yours.

His hands trail down from your waist to the back of your thighs, where he taps gently. You respond quickly by jumping up and wrapping your arms around his neck, and legs around his waist before he walks to the bedroom, never breaking the kiss.

Once you two get into the bedroom, he sits down in the end of the bed, letting you straddle his lap. As you continue kissing him sloppily, you feel him grow beneath you, which makes a small moan escape your mouth.

“You miss my cock that much baby?” Nikki teases, the words muffled against your lips.

“You were the one who jacked off on the phone,” you say back in between kisses.

“Barely did anything,” he mumbles. “Had to do it again an hour later.”

“You poor thing,” you tease before he flips you onto your back and crawls over you.

“Gonna try to tell me you didn’t fuck yourself while I was gone?” he says, leaning down to kiss your neck again.

“What makes you say I couldn’t have done nothing while you were gone?” you question, your head flopped back on the bed and your eyes closed. He stays quiet but moves to unbutton your shorts and push his hand inside.

You gasp quietly as he feels you through your panties.

“The fact that you’re this worked up from making out makes me think you’ve been needy the whole time,” he says. “You would have at least tried to do something about it and touch yourself once baby.”

He pulls his hand back out and continues kissing your neck.

“Cocky asshole,” you mutter which makes him pull back to look down at you.

“What was that?” he asks with a smirk which you soon return.

“Just saying how I don’t really have a reason for needing to walk tomorrow,” you say softly. He pauses for a second, the smirk faltering slightly which sends a wave of amusement through you. After a second, he snaps out of his daze and sits up on his knees above you to pull his black shirt over his head.

Your eyes shift from his face to his chest, and then down his stomach where you spot your favourite small, dark trail of hair underneath his belly button that disappears into his jeans. Your stomach flips and your eyes flick back to his for a second before you sit up and slide out from under him.

You get up off the bed and he watches you, a curious look on his face as he turns around and sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his elbows to look up at you.

Slowly, you grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, revealing the top half of the red lingerie set you’ve been waiting to show him. Between the strategically placed pieces of small material and the lace that holds them together, Nikki’s eyes don’t leave you, a small smirk on his lips.

Your fingers trail down your sides to the already undone denim jeans, and you tug them over the curve of your hips before letting them fall to your feet, letting the second half of the set display itself.

Just like the bralette, the panties certainly lack the material to be deemed ‘appropriate’, but appropriate was definitely not on your mind when you went shopping. The panties are plain and simple, just like a bikini bottom, only the material is thin and softer, and there’s a lacey garter over the top which includes thin straps down and around your thighs.

You step out of the shorts and walk slowly towards Nikki. He watches and studies every part of your body as you get closer before sitting up a little and reaching one hand out to fiddle with the material on your thigh. You put a hand on his shoulder and lean down to kiss him softly, feeling his lips lock onto yours straight away.

You eventually pull away from him and slowly kneel down on the floor, all while holding eye contact. You slide your hands up his thighs and find the button of his black denim jeans, letting it pop open before pulling down the fly.

He sucks in a breath when you finally pull his boxers down enough to let him spring free, sending a wave of relief through his body now that the restraint is gone. You bite your bottom lip at the sight of his thick cock. The one you imagined nearly every day when he was gone.

You wrap one hand around the base and your other hand rests on his leg, steadying you as you lean in to kiss his tip. You press a few soft kisses there before sticking your tongue out to kitten lick him, which earns you an almost silent groan.

You smile to yourself at the sound before leaning down to lick a stripe from where your hand is, along the vein that runs on the underside of his dick, to the head, where you finally take him in your mouth.

His hips buck ever so slightly and he grabs a fistful of your hair, stopping you from continuing. You look up at him, confused.

“What’s our safe word baby?” he asks softly. Neither of you had ever had to use the safe word you put in place, but anytime it was mentioned, you both knew shit was gonna be good, so you can’t help but feel the excitement that swirls in your stomach.

“Whiskey,” you answer, and he smiles, letting his grip loosen enough for you to wrap your lips around him again.

You start bobbing your head slowly and his head flops back as he groans. It doesn’t take long before he’s guiding your head back and forth, letting his cock slide to your throat, making you gag.

You take a few deep breaths through your nose as tears prick in the corners of your eyes, but you don’t stop. You pump your hand along the bottom of his shaft in rhythm with your mouth while your other hand reaches up to grab his balls gently, squeezing and massaging them just like you know he loves.

“Fuck,” he groans over and over again, his hips bucking as he fucks your throat, causing his dick to slide further inside your mouth, making you moan. The moan vibrates against him and you can tell he’s close. He’s no ‘one pump chump’ by any means, but 2 months without his girl can sure weaken him, which is proven when you feel warm liquid running down your throat.

His head flops back as you swallow everything he gives you, all while never stopping your hand from sliding up and down.

Eventually his dick slides out of your mouth and he sits up to look down at you, still on your knees.

“Open,” he says, grabbing your chin. You do as he says and open your mouth, letting him see the emptiness as proof that you swallowed everything. He smiles and runs his thumb just under your lip, wiping off a small bit of the salty mess that you missed, and he pushes it into your mouth, letting you lick it clean.

Once he pulls his hand back, he speaks, his voice deeper than usual. “Lay down on the bed for me baby.”

Just like before, you follow his order and crawl onto the bed. You lay down on your back and he finds his way on top of you again, his dick grazing your stomach as he holds himself up by his hands either side of your head.

“I really like this outfit,” he mumbles as he leans down to kiss your neck.

“I thought you might,” you reply breathily as he kisses up your neck towards your ear, where he pauses.

“Now what about that tattoo?” he whispers into your ear, making goosebumps appear.

“You’ll have to find it,” you whisper back.

“Hm, any clues?” he asks quietly before nipping at your neck again.

“Lower,” is all you say but it’s enough for him to know the general area of the ink. He starts kissing down your neck to your collarbone and then your chest. You tangle your fingers in his hair which earns a quiet grunt as he continues leaving hot, open mouth kisses down your stomach, until he reaches the waistline of your garter.

He skips over it, letting his lips find their way to the soft material of your panties as his fingers release the clips on your thighs, leaving him the option to take anything off. He glances up at you for a second before sitting on his knees and tugging at the edge of your panties, pulling them as well as the garter off of you slowly.

You watch as his eyes spot the small patch of ink on your hip bone. He studies it for a second and you feel a small bundle of nerves form in your stomach, telling you that maybe it wasn’t a good idea.

“Do you like it?” you ask quietly, feeling extremely exposed to him, and not even because your panties are off.

His eyes snap back to yours and he chuckles. “Do I like it? Baby, it’s perfect,” he says. You were never really brave enough to go get a tattoo, but you’d finally done it, and it was worth every second.

His eyes trail back to the small tattoo which reads:

N.S.

“Wanted to show you how much I love you,” you say, and he smiles.

“I love you too baby,” he replies. “Gonna make that tattoo worth your while.”

Before you can speak, his head is between your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs softly. He keeps his eyes on you and his lips on your skin, watching your reaction as he runs his finger through your folds, making you whimper quietly.

He smiles again the skin of your thigh at your reaction and then does it again before finding your clit and circling his thumb over it gently which makes your hips buck into his hand.

He gives your leg one more kiss before crawling over you again and letting his lips find yours. As his tongue pushes into your mouth, his middle finger and ring finger slide through your folds again, feeling the wetness you’ve created.

You moan softly into his mouth when you feel the tip of his middle finger tease your entrance, and he takes that sound as a cue to slide his thick finger in fully with a quiet squelch. You pull away from his mouth to gasp quietly at the familiar, but amazing feeling that you’d tried to create on your own, but it was never the same.

He looks down at you as he starts to pump his finger in and out of your aching core, using your expressions to guide him.

“That feel good baby?” he asks lowly, already knowing the answer.

You nod. “More,” you say softly, needing to feel fuller, despite the thickness of his current finger. He smirks at your request but doesn’t say anything before pushing his ring finger into you, making you whimpering once again.

“Fuck,” you mutter in between moans, your hands holding onto his shoulders as you pull him back down to kiss you. You’ve just started and you’re already feeling the knot form in your stomach. His fingers never falter from their quick pace, which shows that he hasn’t forgotten how you need it over the past 2 months.

“C’mon baby, I know you’re already close,” he says as he pulls back from your lips. He’s right, because just like him, two months of horniness can sure weigh down on a person. “Need to see you come all over my fingers before you can have my cock,” he tells you. Asshole.

He speeds up his fingers ever so slightly and dips his head down into your neck, sucking on your very obvious pulse point, which makes the knot in your stomach tighten further and further before finally, it snaps.

You feel your body shudder and you hold your breath as you finish on Nikki’s fingers, which still pump in and out of you through your high. As you let out the breath, a moan follows it, but it’s cut off by Nikki’s lips.

He finally pulls his fingers out of you and rubs them against your clit gently until you reach down and grab his wrist, halting his movement which makes him look at you.

“Want your cock,” you mutter, the tone of your voice almost begging. He smiles a little and takes a deep breath.

“Yeah baby? You want me to fuck this little pussy of yours?” he says and you nod. “How do you want it baby?” he asks.

You think for a second as you continue to hold onto his wrist. “Lay down,” you say and he chuckles.

“You wanna be on top this time?” he asks and you agree. He gives you a quick kiss before rolling over onto his back with his head against the headboard of the bed and pulling his jeans and boxers off completely.

You sit up and turn around to look at him. Your eyes trail down to his, once again, hard dick and back up to his face again, where he’s smirking again.

“What?” you ask, a little embarrassed, and he shakes his head.

“Nothing, just like watching your face when you look at my dick,” he says smugly and you roll your eyes playfully at his cockiness before crawling over to him.

You sit and straddle his lap, feeling his cock against your heat as his hands find their place on your hips. You pull off the bralette and throw it somewhere to find later, his eyes dropping to your tits. You put your hands on his chest, which push them together, and look down at him for a second before leaning down to kiss him, causing his dick to rub against you, making you moan into his mouth.

He lets you pull back and then he moves one hand from your waist, down to the base of his cock as you sit up on your knees. He drags his tip through your folds a few times before guiding it to your entrance and looking up at you. You meet his eyes and take a breath before slowly starting to lower yourself onto him.

You close your eyes and bite your bottom lip to muffle to moan the comes out of your mouth when you feel his cock stretch you out, but you keep going until you feel yourself sit back down on him. Once you do, you let out the breath you were holding and open your eyes to look down at Nikki, who’s also letting out a shaky breath.

It’s been so long since you’ve felt him and honestly, his size shocks your body more than you thought. You sit there, not moving and Nikki feels an ounce of worry fill him.

“You okay baby?” he asks softly to which you nod.

“Just need a second,” you reply, and you swear you see his ego grow instantly as he smiles.

After a moment, you slowly raise yourself up a little and then let yourself back down onto him, feeling his cock drag inside of you. He holds onto your hips as you do it again, this time, raising a little higher.

You moan quietly as you set a steady rhythm, letting your head flop back as his cock slides in and out of your pussy.

“Fuck,” Nikki mutters as he looks up at you riding him, a sight he’ll always remember. He brings one hand up to your tit, squeezing it as his thumb runs over your hardened nipple, adding more pleasure to your already growing amount.

He soon puts that hand back on your hip to hold onto you as he thrusts his hips up into you, matching your pace which makes you moan loudly as his cock hits deeper than before.

You lean forward to hold yourself above him by your hands on his chest as you continue lifting your hips and slamming them back down onto his, creating a slapping sound that fills the room. You lean over enough that he sits up and takes one of your nipples into your mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive area.

Moans continue to spill out of your mouth while his cock fills you up perfectly and his lets go of your nipple to look up at you.

“So fucking perfect,” he mutters. “Missed you so much.”

You try to respond but it just comes out in a string of whimpers. You want to keep going but you can feel your legs starting to ache and your body growing weaker as your movements slow down. You let your head hang and you close your eyes.

“You getting tired baby?” Nikki asks and you lift your head again to nod. Nikki puts his arm around your waist and pulls you down to lay on him. “I’ll do the rest,” he mutters before flipping you over so that he’s on top, his cock slipping out of you which makes you whimper.

He looks down at you when he hears your whimper and leans down to kiss you. You kiss him back immediately until he moves to kiss your neck. “Gonna fuck you so good,” he mumbles against your skin.

“Please,” you whine and he lifts his head to meet your eyes.

“Please what?” he asks, a small smile on his face. You feel yourself wanting to roll your eyes at his teasing but you know it’ll only make him drag it on longer.

“I need you Nikki,” you say and his smile grows a little.

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll have me,” he says before leaning down and kissing your neck a few times again. He then reaches down and grabs his cock, looking between your bodies as he guides it to your pussy.

Without another thought, he pushes into you with a quiet groan. You moan and your head flops back onto the pillow as he starts rocking back and forth into you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging gently, which earns a groan from him.

You wrap your legs up and around his waist which allows him to push further into you, hitting a deeper spot than ever. Your moans get louder and one of your hands slides down to his back, your nails scratching his skin.

As he keeps going, you notice him look down to where you two are connected right now. You follow his gaze and watch as his dick slides in and out of you, the sight turning you on even more. He looks up again and sees you watching which makes him smirk. You meet his eyes which are dark and almost dangerous, and hold eye contact with him for a second before he kisses you roughly.

You moan into his mouth as he keeps thrusting into you, feeling that knot form in your stomach again.

“Nikki I’m gonna-” he cuts you off with his lips again.

“You gonna come for me baby?” he asks you lowly.

“Yes…fuck,” you moan and he reaches down to rub your clit with his fingers.

“Say my name when you come baby, wanna hear you say my name,” he tells you and you nod.

“Please, don’t stop,” you beg.

“Come for me baby, c’mon,” he says, his fingers circling quicker. You feel the knot tightening further and he leans down to suck on your tit, to help push you over the edge, which it does.

Your vision goes blurry and you moan his name loudly as you fall over the edge. He feels you clench around him and he feels himself get close to coming undone too. He fucks you through your high until you relax and he slows down, his thrusts becoming less consistent. He pulls out of you and pumps himself a few times, making him finish, the white spurts landing on your stomach as he groans.

Once he comes down from his climax, he looks down at you and you reach up to pull him down to kiss you. He kisses you softly for a few seconds before looking at you.

“I love you,” he says quietly and you smile.

“I love you too Nikki,” you reply with a smile.

“I’m gonna get you cleaned up okay?” he says before standing up and walking to the ensuite, taking his boxers with him. You hear the tap turn on for a few seconds and then he appears again, wearing the underwear.

He stops at the large dresser that you both share and grabs you some underwear and one of his shirts before walking over to you. He crawls over to you and wipes the mess off your stomach with the damp cloth he took from the bathroom, folding it up afterwards.

He passes you the shirt and you slip it on while he guides the plain black underwear over your feet, sliding them up your legs. “Lift your hips for me,” he says softly, and you do, allowing him to finish covering you up.

He stands up again and grabs the folded up cloth, throwing it into the laundry basket next to the dresser. You watch him with a smile on your face and when he turns around, he notices it.

“What?” he asks with a chuckle. You shake your head and open your arms, ready for him to lay on you, like he always does, especially after sex.

“You’re such a big softy when you’re looking after me,” you say and he shakes his head with a smile as he lays down on you.

“Only the best for my girl,” he says as he buries his face in your neck. You run your fingers through his hair and notice the red scratch marks on his back from your nails.

“Sorry about the scratches,” you say softly and he looks up at you, his chin resting on your chest.

“The more the better,” he says and you laugh before giving him a quick kiss.

“I missed you,” you say as he nuzzles his face in your neck again.

“I missed you too baby.”

[meikadonnelly]

|| nikki sixx || part 2 ||

part 1 here

nikki sixx x fem!reader

you run into an old friend…

angst

trigger warnings : swearing, arguing, yelling, screaming, very light physical violence from reader.

part 3?

Over the next few days, you don’t see Nikki. Which is good.

Right?

“What’re you thinking about?” Kylie asks from next to you as you both stand behind the bar. You had filled her in on what was going on after you came back from talking to him the other day, and now she was onto you more than a mother to her rebellious teenager.

“I think you know what I’m thinking about,” you say as you wipe down the counter in front of you, glancing around the quiet building occasionally. She tilts her head as she watches you, her eyes narrowed slightly as she thinks.

“You wanna talk to him again?” she asks softly, even though she knows the answer.

“No,” you reply quickly. Maybe a little too quickly because straight away, you start to rethink your answer. “I don’t know,” you mutter.

She turns her whole body to face you properly, one of her hands on the counter as she leans on it and the other on her hip. “It’s okay if you do.”

You nod. “I know,” you say quietly. “I just don’t know if I can handle being around him again.” You sigh and throw the rag you were using, into the sink next to you before rubbing your forehead with the back of your hand.

“There’s no harm in trying,” Kylie says which makes you look at her. “If it doesn’t go well, things will go back to how they were a week ago, and if it all ends up okay, well you can get to know him again.”

You know she’s right, and you know you should probably talk to him again, but you don’t feel like giving the satisfaction to either of them. You brush past her to go serve a perfectly-timed customer.

“We’ll see.”

Later that night, it’s starting to get busier and you’re serving drinks behind the bar with Kylie and another worker, Andy. You finish making a drink for a customer and take the cash he slides across the counter as a group of guys walk up to the bar, laughing and talking with each other. You open the register and put the cash inside before you turn and look to find three of them. One blond, the other two with dark hair.

“What can I get you boys?” you ask, moving to stand in front of them while yelling a little due to the crowded space. The taller dark haired man is still laughing at something while the other dark haired man, who seems a bit older, is shaking his head.

“Two jack and cokes,” the blond one says, turning his attention to you. “And a vodka lemonade.”

You nod, grab three glasses and turn around to grab the liquor from the shelf behind you. Once you turn back around, Kylie comes over to grab two glasses for her current customers.

“Just had the worst customer,” she says while looking down at what she’s doing. You laugh a little.

“Difficult or creepy?” you ask, glancing at her.

“Both,” she answers, shaking her head and also turning to the shelf behind you. You laugh again before the blond man speaks up once more.

“Can I get another jack and coke to go with those?” he asks.

“Yeah, no problem,” you reply, not looking up, instead reaching for another glass. You keep talking with Kylie as she makes her drinks next to you until she eventually walks off about 2 minutes later and you’re left on your own. You sit two of the finished drinks up on the bar in front of the blond man as he, and the other two guys, yell out to someone who you can’t see. After a second, another person walks up to their group as you keep focused on the drinks.

Once the last two drinks are finished, you sit them on the bar before Kylie yells out to you.

“We got any more of that expensive whiskey?” she asks, looking at you.

“Ran out yesterday and don’t get any more until next week,” you reply. She nods and turns her attention back to her customer so you do the same and look back to the guys in front of you. You go to speak but instead you finally lay eyes on the person who just turned up.

Fuck.

Nikki sees you and nods awkwardly.

You give him a tight lipped smile and glance back to the blond. “You boys wanting to start a tab?” you ask, still feeling Nikki’s eyes burning into you, like they did the other day.

“That’d be great sweetheart,” he replies with a small smirk.

A few hours later, after the kitchen closes and the restaurant section of the bar turns into a seating area for bar customers, you grab a black tray and tuck it under your arm. You walk out from behind the bar and look around to see if anyone’s drinks are low until you hear a high pitched whistle from behind, so you turn around and see the blond man from earlier, waving you over. You take a deep breath before faking a smile and walking over to them.

“Everything okay over here?” you ask politely.

“Just wanting another round of drinks,” he replies.

“Sure thing, same as before?” you check to which he nods. “I’ll be right back.”

You smile and walk back to the bar to start making their four drinks when someone walks up to the bar. You look up to see Nikki.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me right now,” he starts.

“You’re right, I don’t.”

He sighs and you feel a slight pang of guilt shoot through your chest.

Too harsh?

“I’m not trying to piss you off, I just want to sort this out so we can move on,” he explains. You keep making their drinks as you listen and think about how to handle the situation while he watches you silently. After you place the liquor you were pouring, back on the shelf, you look at him.

“I have a day off tomorrow,” you tell him and you watch his face light up ever so slightly before you grab a pen and your notepad from your apron. He continues to watch you while you lean on the bar counter in front of him.

You write down an address and apartment number on Larrabbee street, which branches off Sunset Strip boulevard, near The Whiskey, and rip it off the notepad before holding it out to him.

He looks at it for a second before finding your gaze. “I’ll come around,” he says with a small, hopeful smile.

He walks back to his booth and you soon follow, holding your black tray, with four drinks balanced on top. You give one to each of them and the blond man glances at your small name tag which is pinned to your chest.

“Pretty name doll,” he says with the same smirk that seems to be permanently on his face.

“Thank you,” you say, maintaining a polite composure.

“Dude, stop flirting with the waitress,” the younger, dark haired man comments which makes you laugh a little. “She’s trying to do her job.”

The blond guy looks at him and rolls his eyes. “Fuck off man, like you don’t flirt with every second girl you see.”

“If you boys don’t need anything else, I’m gonna go serve some other customers,” you say softly, interrupting them. All four of them look at you and you meet Nikki’s eyes, which have a different level of light to them after you gave him your address. He cocks his head sideways, telling you to go and you feel a small smile creep onto your face as you walk away.

The next day, you wake up at around 11am and the first thing on your mind is the fact that Nikki will be knocking on your door in the next few hours.

As you make a cup of coffee in your small kitchen area of your little apartment, you glance up at the front door a couple of times, letting thoughts fill your mind, before shaking your head and looking back down at the dark brown liquid filling your cup.

Over the next few hours, your mind runs wild thinking about every possible outcome of you and Nikki talking.

Will it be an argument? Will it just end up like it did last time?

Knock knock.

“Shit,” you mutter as you nearly jump out of your own skin when the sound of knocking snaps you out of your thoughts. You quickly stand up and walk to the door, placing your hand on the knob gently, but not quite turning it yet.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a second.

It’s gonna be fine.

The fresh air hits your face as you open the door slowly to find Nikki standing in front of you. He looks nervous, but also happy to be there.

“Hey,” you finally say quietly.

“Hey,” he replies, matching your volume. You look at him for a second before stepping to the side, one hand still on the knob, the other on the edge of the door.

“Come in,” you say which makes him suck in a deep breath. He then slowly walks in and glances around while you shut the door.

“Nice place,” he says as you walk up beside him. “Better than my shitty apartment anyway.”

“I don’t doubt that,” you say, a slight smile on your face as you joke. He never was the type to keep his room nice, let alone a whole apartment.

He looks down at you next to him with a smile, liking the fact that you’re teasing him a little, but you walk forward into the kitchen area before he can speak again. You open the refrigerator and take a bottle of water from inside, since the tap water in your apartment tastes so bad that you’d rather drink from the toilet.

“We have to fix this,” Nikki says from behind you, on the other side of the kitchen counter. You close the refrigerator door and sigh.

“I know.”

He watches as you turn to face him, however your eyes are focused on the counter in front of you. His eyes drift down to your hands, which are resting on top of it, for a moment before he redirects his attention back to your face.

“I never meant to hurt you,” he says softly, “You know that.”

“But you did,” you reply quietly, already feeling your voice threatening to shake. You glance up to see his eyebrows furrowed slightly and his arms folded across his chest, so you look back down to the bottle of water still sitting in front of you.

“I know that how I handled the situation back then was wrong. I shouldn’t have left like I did,” he tells you. “But when I saw the opportunity… I just couldn’t ignore it.”

You listen to his words as he explains, and you feel your body filling with emotions, despite the wishes you made earlier that this wouldn’t happen.

“Five years Nikki. Five whole years that I never heard from you,” you state, finally meeting his eyes properly, which are now full of regret.

“I know,” he mutters. “After the first month or so of being here, the novelty wore off, and I regretted doing what I did. I couldn’t think of how to explain myself because I knew that it would have affected you in some way.”

“Affected me?” you question, your voice finally starting to crack. “Nikki, it broke me.”

He runs his hands through his black hair when he hears your words. “I didn’t think about that when I left.”

“Clearly,” you say somewhat sarcastically, because you would rather be angry than emotional, which makes him frown.

“Hey, you think it didn’t affect me either?” he asks, his voice starting to become defensive. “I also lost my best friend that day,” he states, pointing to himself.

You stare at him, your anger starting to bubble along with his. “And who put us in that situation?”

“I’m owning up to it alright? I’m taking responsibility.”

“You should have done that five years ago,” you tell him.

“I was 17!” he argues.

“So was I!” you yell, throwing your hand into the air. He doesn’t say anything after that, instead he just watches you. You look down and take a few breaths before speaking.

“I think we’re done here,” you say and he frowns again.

“What? No, we’re not done,” he retaliates.

“Yes,” you say, “We are.”

He doesn’t move as you walk around the counter towards him. “You need to go,” you state which causes his frustration to sky rocket.

“Hold on, I’m not the one who refused to fix this mess when we finally had the chance,” he says which makes you stop.

“So you’re saying this is my fault?”

“No, I’m saying that you need to stop holding grudges against people for things that happened in the past,” he states, his tone laced with annoyance. You cross your arms.

Is he serious?

“Excuse me?” you question, not believing what you’re hearing.

“Nothing is ever going to get fixed if you’re closed off,” he says which makes your anger boil to the surface.

“You can’t talk to me about being closed off, this is not my fault,” you state angrily, knowing he’s a very closed off person himself. “And you need to stop being such a child.”

“I’m the one who wanted to be the mature adult and sort this out,” he defends, his nostrils flaring as he clenches his jaw. “You were the one that apparently couldn’t live without me looking after you all the time.”

“I was fine on my own Nikki,” you state.

“Bullshit, you couldn’t live on your own even if you wanted to,” he says. As soon as those words leave his mouth, your final straw breaks and you see red, and he knows he shouldn’t have said it.

“Get out.”

His anger turns to regret and he puts his hands up in front of him defensively.

“Wait no, I’m sorry-“

“Get out of my fucking apartment,” you spit. He shakes his head and screws his face up slightly.

“No I didn’t mean to-“

Before he can finish, he’s stumbling backwards after you push him in the chest.

“What the fuck,” he mutters, looking at you as your chest heaves. You wait for him to walk out but he stays put, so you run at him again, but this time, he’s prepared and he grabs both your wrists.

“Get out!” you scream, your voice being overtaken by emotion. He keeps a hold of you as you start punching his chest, still yelling at him to leave and at this point, there are tears streaming down your face.

“Hey,” he says softly, but loud enough for you to hear. You ignore him and keep trying to fight. He sighs. “Hey,” he repeats. You try to ignore him but your body soon starts to give up, the adrenaline leaving your body just as quick as it came. You keep trying to throw punches at his chest but at this point, they’re just small movements that aren’t even close to making contact.

Your head drops and you finally start to sob. Nikki tilts his head to the side to try and catch a glimpse of your face while he speaks. He says your name softly but when you don’t look up, he lets go of your wrists and his hands trail up your arms to your shoulders. He squeezes them gently and you finally look up at him, your eyes red and your hair disheveled.

“This is more than you being angry at me,” he says quietly. You blink slowly as you process what he’s said. “Talk to me.”

He holds eye contact for a few seconds and when he realises you aren’t going to answer him, he sighs and pulls you to his chest. He expects you to either push him away or even just feel tense in his arms, but you don’t.

You’re just too tired to fight him anymore.

You stay like this for a while until he breaks the silence and speaks. “I’ll come back another time and we’ll talk,” he says. You take a deep breath.

“Okay.”

taglist for those who asked for a part two: @sourwolf-32 @miaanaisssss @samcaniglia

[meikadonnelly]

|| nikki sixx ||

nikki sixx x fem!reader

angst

you run into an old friend…

warnings : arguing, swearing, yelling, crying, smoking, implied alcohol consumption.

(may have a part 2? let me know how you guys feel about it).

You had moved from Seattle to LA only a few weeks ago, and between finding a job and unpacking, you hadn’t really had the chance to do anything fun like you expected.

Until now.

You’d gotten a job as a waitress/bartender at one of the many bars on Sunset Strip boulevard and had gotten to know a few of the other girls who worked there. One of them, Kylie, had asked if you wanted to go out, and naturally, you nodded your head and agreed.

So here you were, walking into the Whiskey A-Go-Go, all dolled up in your usual fishnets and leather, with three women you’d only known for a week.

The room was buzzing. Music coming from every corner, glasses clinking together behind the bar, and laughter filling your ears. Of course you had heard of this place. It was the biggest competition of the bar you worked at. It was known for hosting some pretty popular bands and every wannabe was trying to get a gig there, but you never thought it would be so popular that you had to turn sideways and shimmy in between people just to look for a booth. Luckily, Kylie managed to utilise her friendliness… and lack of clothing, to convince a couple of guys out of one.

You’d sat down in the booth across from Kylie, one leg crossed over the other, and your small, black purse sitting on the table in front of you before a waitress came over with a notepad and a black drinks tray tucked under her arm.

“What can I get for you girls?” she had asked with an over exaggerated, red-lipped smile.

Turns out, we all drink the same thing. Vodka and lemonade.

“I’ll bring those out,” the waitress had said politely before stepping away, letting the view of the bar reappear in front of you.

And that’s when you saw him.

Which brings us to now.

You stare at the booth across the room. You recognise the face instantly. It’s him. He’s sitting right there, talking and laughing with a few other guys, similar to him, like it’s just another saturday night.

Which it is.

To everyone else in the world.

But for you?

This is the night everything comes crashing down.

“Holy shit.” You mutter quietly which makes Kylie look at you, who due to the fact that she’s sitting in front if you, can see the look on your face.

“You alright?” She asks which snaps you out of your daze. You nod and take a deep breath, regaining your composure. She nods and looks back to the others who are discussing their recent sexual relations. After the attention is away from you, you glance back towards him, but this time, to your utter disbelief, he’s looking back at you.

You hold his gaze for what feels like 10 minutes before tearing your eyes away so that you can grab your purse and slip out of the booth.

“Just going for a cigarette,” you tell the girls, which seems to convince them enough, so you push your way back through the crowd and onto the sidewalk outside the bar. You look around to see a few other people standing around so you walk a little further along before stopping and leaning back on the cold brick exterior of the building.

You reach into your purse and grab a cigarette from its cardboard pack as well as your shiny silver lighter. You quickly spark it up, close your eyes and take a long, almost peaceful drag from it.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

Well that didn’t last long.

You open your eyes and look briefly at the familiar yet stranger-like man standing next to you, watching you with his hands in the pockets of a black leather jacket.

“Hi Frank,” you finally mutter before blowing out a large amount of smoke from between your lips.

“It’s Nikki now.”

Right. He did mention that in senior year.

You nod while you tap your cigarette and watch as the loose ash falls onto the grey pavement. Despite the sound of the usual nightly bustle, music and occasional whistle of a cat-caller in the distance, the silence is thick. You’re still leaned back on the brick wall, holding your cigarette between your index and middle fingers, while Nikki’s rocking back and forth on his feet, his body facing you, but his head turned to look out onto the street.

“What’re you doing in LA?” The silence is broken by his voice once again. A feeling of relief shoots through your veins, but it’s soon followed by an awkward nervousness when you realise you need to answer him. And that he’s now staring two burning holes into the side of your head.

“I moved here about 3 weeks ago.” You finally respond, still looking forward as you watch the busy street before you, avoiding any possible eye contact.

“Oh,” he says quietly. “Cool.”

You nod and take another drag of your cigarette.

“You always wanted to move here,” he speaks again, breaking the short silence once again.

“I did,” you say plainly before blowing the smoke back out into the cool night air.

“I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks.”

These damn silences.

“You working?”

“Bar down the street, you?”

“In a band.”

Surprise surprise.

“Got any plans now that you’ve moved?”

“Not really.”

“Oh.”

He stays quiet for a while this time, seeming to be unsure of what to say. He keeps rocking back and forth while tapping his foot on the pavement every once in a while, but he doesn’t speak or make an attempt to leave.

“Why’d you follow me out here?” You ask, not looking in his direction, your voice still plain and short. He looks down for a second before finally shifting his gaze to the side of your face in which he can see.

“I saw you in there and wanted to say hey,” he responds softly. You nod and look down at the cigarette in your hand as it burns further and further towards the end of it’s purpose.

“So why did you move to LA?” he asks. You take a drag from your now small cigarette and look down the street in the opposite direction for a second before looking back down at the small roll of tobacco in your hand.

“Like you said, I always wanted to,” you reply quietly. “Thought I’d finally do it.”

He watches you, noticing how you’re looking everywhere but at him.

“You alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t seem fine.”

“Well I am.”

He keeps looking at you, a slight frown on his face as his green eyes study you carefully.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Alright.”

An attempt to cut the conversation off by being short. You continue to look forward while you bring your cigarette up to your lips, taking one more long drag from it and dropping it on the ground, squishing it with your foot.

You stand there, looking down at the squished cigarette for a few seconds before reaching back into your purse and grabbing another one. You put it between your lips and your hand quickly dives back into the small bag to grab your lighter, which you click open and guide to the end of the fresh cancer stick. Between the action of grabbing your lighter and the action of holding it to your cigarette, you drift your gaze towards where nikki was.

Please be gone.

Nope, still there.

You focus on lighting up and flick your lighter a couple of times, like usual. You watch it spark and flicker in front of your face yet it doesn’t catch so you flick it a few more times but still, nothing.

“Piece of shit,” you mutter under your breath, the words muffled while the cigarette is still held between your lips.

“I have a lighter.”

You look over at Nikki, still standing there, looking at you while you look down.

“I don’t need your help,” you say, maybe a little harsher than you were meaning to, but still, it got the point across. He frowns slightly when you sigh and step over to the dumpster around the corner of the building and throw your lighter inside.

As you close the large black lid, you hear a voice behind you.

“Need a light?”

You look at the man standing before you as you turn around. Must be around your age. “Just noticed you were throwing one away, thought you might need one.”

You smile as he holds out a lighter, similar to the one you just threw out, and take it from his hand. You light your cigarette up and hand it back to him as you take a short drag.

“Thank you,” you say gently.

“Any time,” he replies, slipping the lighter back into his pocket. “I’m Jamie.”

You look down at his outstretched hand offering a handshake.

“And she’s not interested.”

You turn around to see Nikki standing next to you, staring at Jamie. You follow his gaze and see that Jamie’s now gone.

“What the fuck Nikki?” You snap, turning to face him.

“You just shrugged me off,” he mutters, his gaze drifting to yours. You cross your arms.

“No I didn’t.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not.”

“I know when you are.”

“You know nothing about me,” you say loudly. He frowns a little as he stares down at you. “I haven’t seen you in what? Five years? A lot has changed since then so don’t you dare say you know me at all.”

He stares at you while he creates a crinkle between his dark eyebrows as he frowns more, his expression a mix of confusion, hurt and anger.

“I knew you for a long time, people don’t just change,” he defends.

“So your new look isn’t change?” you question with one of your brows raised as your eyes drift down his figure and back up again. “Your new lifestyle isn’t change?”

“Don’t push this back on me.”

“You started this, and since you claim to know me so well, you should know that i’m clearly not interested in talking to you.”

He shakes his head and glances around as he runs his tongue over his teeth.

“What? Got nothing to say?” you ask harshly, which makes him look back at you. You wait for him to speak but he just looks down his nose at you silently.

“Didn’t think so,” you say. You look down at your forgotten cigarette and see that it’s pretty much gone, so you drop it on the ground and squash it. You reach and zip your little purse up completely and adjust it on your shoulder before walking away from him and back into the bar.

Two days later.

You look around at the mostly empty bar in which you work at, while you dry a few glasses with a towel on your hand. Apart from the usuals that like to come in before the nightly chaos, no one would ever come into the bar before 7pm, hence the level of noise in the room.

You look down at your watch briefly as you feel it tick against your skin.

5:23.

“Some guy asked me about you the other night.”

You look to your right to see Kylie also drying some glasses next to you.

“What guy?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Tall, dark hair, comes in here sometimes actually.” She replies, glancing around the bar.

“What did he ask?”

“He just made conversation at first, but then he asked if I could give him your number.” You look at her.

“Did you?”

She shakes her head. “Not my place to give out your number to strangers.”

You nod and look back down to your glass.

“I just lied and told him we only work together so I don’t have your number.”

You think for a second before speaking again.

“Didn’t you say he comes here sometimes?” you ask.

“Yeah why?”

“He knows we work together, and he knows you work here,” you say.

“And?” she questions.

“He’s gonna figure out that I work here too Kylie.”

Kylie pauses what she’s doing and looks at you.

“Oh,” she says quietly. “Shit, sorry.” You tilt your head slightly and give her a small smile.

“You were just trying to be a good friend,” you say softly. “Don’t worry about it.”

“You sure?” she asks and you nod.

“Positive.”

She smiles and looks back down to what she’s doing.

“Was he at least cute?” you ask, a slight teasing tone hidden in your voice. She giggles a little.

“Oh yeah, he’s a looker, that’s for sure.”

Ding ding.

You turn your head towards the door of the bar which the bell had rung from and see a tall, solo figure walking in.

“Speak of the devil,” Kylie mutters with a smirk on her face.

“That’s the guy?” you whisper yell in question, turning your head to look at her. She looks back at you with an eyebrow raised.

“You don’t think he’s cute?” she asks quietly, almost in disbelief to which you roll your eyes. She speaks again.

“I don’t know why, but I feel like I’m very much out of the loop now and it’s making me uncomfortable.”

You give her a look and she puts her hands up in defence.

“Just saying,” she adds.

“I know him,” you tell her quietly. “Well, I used to.”

“What? How?”

“Long story.”

“Hey Kylie.”

You turn your head to see that Nikki is now standing on the other side of the bar, looking at her.

“Nikki,” she says, putting on her customer service voice with a small nod and a smile. He returns the smile before shifting his gaze to you. You look back at him, the silence dragging on long enough for anyone with half a brain to notice. Kylie nudges you gently.

“I think you’re due for a break,” she says, a knowing look in her eyes. You look at her.

Bitch.

“I think I should stay here and help you.”

She raises her eyebrow again before looking around the mostly empty bar. You take a deep breath.

“Fine,” you say, throwing the towel onto the counter in front of you. You step back, untie your apron and put it on the shelf under the bar before walking out from behind it. Nikki looks at you.

“Can we talk?” he asks softly. You glance back at Kylie who’s serving a customer. “Please?” he adds on which makes you look at him again and you eventually nod before walking outside.

You both get outside and walk around the corner into the parking lot behind the building. You turn and look at him, waiting for him to speak. He folds his arms across his chest as he tries to think of how to start to conversation, his gaze jumping from spot to spot nervously. You glance to your left at the small parking lot which is still mostly empty as you fold your own arms in front of you before taking a deep breath.

“What’d you wanna talk about?” you ask plainly. Not in a rude way, but enough to show him you weren’t thrilled to be in his presence, which he probably already knew.

“You know what I want to talk about,” he replies quietly, a slight edge to his voice as he looks at you to find you still gazing out at the parking lot. “I just don’t know how to start the conversation.”

Clearly.

You let your shoulders slump a little as you sigh quietly, the sound barely loud enough for you to hear, let alone him. He stays quiet, thinking about how to approach the subject that’s on both of your minds.

“It’s been 5 years,” you say, breaking the silence and looking at him. “5 years and not once have you reached out.”

He looks back at you, his heart beating out of his chest.

“I know,” he says quietly, his voice vulnerable as his eyes drift to the concrete under his feet. “I never meant for that to happen.”

“You travelled from Seattle to LA and never came across a payphone?” You ask, your voice a little higher from frustration which makes him look at you again with a frown.

“You think I just forgot about you?” he questions. “You think that once I left Seattle, I didn’t think about you?”

You shrug and shake your head. “I don’t know but it sure felt like it.”

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “I wouldn’t have left if I didn’t have to. I couldn’t stay with my mother any longer.”

“I know that, but you left without a warning,” you argue. “You just came, said you were leaving and that was that.”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“But you did.”

He keeps looking at you, a frown still present on his face.

“You were my best friend and you hurt me,” you state, your voice shaking ever so slightly. He goes to speak, his lips parting for a second, but they soon close again so he looks down. You fold your arms across your chest and watch him silently until you see his chest rise as he takes a deep breath and looks at you.

“You knew I was going to leave when I turned 18, who cares if I left earlier?” he argues.

“How can you even say that?” you snap. “How can you just act like it’s not a big deal?”

He watches as your anger rises. “Because it was going to happen anyway. It just happened sooner,” he says. You shake your head in disbelief of how he’s just dismissing the subject.

“I could have come with you,” you say. “I could have moved to LA, got a job and still kept my best friend.”

“You needed to stay and graduate to go to college,” he tells you, holding eyes contact with you while he waits for you to argue with him. But you don’t, which makes him frown. “You went to college right?” he questions.

“I couldn’t afford it,” you tell him.

“You were almost guaranteed a scholarship because of your grades,” he says, his arms now crossed too. You shrug a little and stay quiet. “So you just graduated and did nothing?”

You nod slowly but Nikki sees right through you and his eyes turn from one level of concerned, to the next.

“You did graduate, didn’t you?”

Shit.

“You didn’t fucking graduate?” he says loudly, his tone edging on angry, which makes you look away until he speaks again. “How the hell didn’t you graduate?”

“Why do you care so much?” you ask, your voice becoming stand offish.

“Because you always wanted to go to college!” he says, one of his arms moving from its crossed position to wave around.

“Things change Frank, you said it yourself,” you say which makes him screw his face up slightly. “Sorry. Nikki,” you say, correcting yourself.

He always hated that name, no wonder he changed it.

He’s happy when you right yourself however he doesn’t show it as he continues to look at you. “Yeah, things change, but you talked about college all through high school! There’s no fucking way you just gave up.”

“Well I wouldn’t be working in a fucking bar in LA if I went to college now would I?” you snap, leaning forward slightly as your hands move to your hips.

“My grades went down and I failed senior year,” you say. “They wanted me to repeat so I dropped out. There, happy?”

He can’t believe what he’s hearing. He just stands there, disbelief written all over his face, praying that what he’s hearing isn’t true.

“What the hell have you been doing for the past 5 years?” he asked, his voice still edging on angry, but he sounds more hurt than anything.

You shrug. “I did what everyone else does when they don’t go to college. I worked.”

“And that’s it? You just worked?” he questions skeptically.

“Again, why do you care this much?” you ask. He clenches his jaw as he stands up straight again, his arms crossed.

“Because you were the one with a future,” he states, his voice a little quieter than before. “I was the high school drop out who ran away to Los Angeles. I was always going to be. I knew that. But you aren’t.”

You feel your chest tightening and your emotions bubbling to the surface. “Well I’m sorry for disappointing you,” you say, somewhat sarcastically. “But I’m not the same person I was back then. I never will be.”

And with that, you push past him and walk back into the quiet bar, where Kylie is still cleaning glasses. She sees you walk in and goes to speak but you step right past her and into the small break room behind the bar. As she watches you close the door, she hears the bell ring again and Nikki rushes over as he sees you in the window of the break room door.

“Wait!” he calls out, putting both hands on the bar so he can lean over it sightly. Kylie moves to stand in front of him and she shakes her head.

“Give her some space,” she says softly, which makes him finally look away from the door. He meets her eyes and shakes his head.

“Space is what got us into this mess.”

[meikadonnelly]

my favourite human being 🫶🏻

[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]

|| 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]

|| 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 grabbed 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.