hi! could you write something with Michael Monroe? possibly with y/n as a metal/rock musician :) thank you 🫶
Love for Music || Micheal Monroe
[michael monroe x gn!reader]
Summary: Micheal supports his partner at their gig
Warnings: Alchol consumption, sought of sexual innuendo
A/N: two months late as usual. This is really bad I’m so so sorry. You can see where I was inspired by motley crue
Michael arrived at the venue along with the rest of his band. Tonight you and your band (Matricide) were preforming in a club where most of the leading English bands in the world started out . The both of you have been almost inseparable ever since Razzle introduced you both.
He separated from his friends to go find you backstage like he usually does.
“I’m glad you made it!” you greet as you spot the blonde enter the fire exit to the backstage room.
He smiled and pulled you into a tight hug, “I’m happy to be here. When do you have to be on?”
“Erm,” you looked across the room to the smashed clock on the wall. You cringed.
“about twenty-five minutes ago,” your lead singer, Pixie, huffed annoyed, “now he’s here can we go?”
Micheal chuckled, “You were waiting for me?”
“Course she was!” Your drummer laughed, obviously already drunk, “she’s in love with you, blondie.”
“Fuck off” you rolled yours eyes. He laughed again before leaning down to kiss you.
“I’ll be in the crowd,” he winked.
Michael approached his friends at the bar to witness the end of what seemed to be Nasty and Razzle making fun of Michael and you.
“Oh Mikey! I love you so much!” Razzle flailed his arms around nasty’s neck. Sami cackled loudly.
“Sä oot ihaninta mitä mulle on tapahtunut,” Nasty flung his head back dramatically. Razzle didn’t know what it meant but he still found it stupidly hilarious.
“You two make a cute couple,” Michael huffed.
“We definitely would,” Nasty twirled a strand of Razzle’s hair whilst fluttering his eyelids. Sami’s drink came out of his nose from laughing so hard and the pair’s antics.
Micheal rolled his eyes, “When have you ever heard me say something like that?”
“Oh please you always talk like that to her,” Andy chuckled.
Before Micheal could say anything else, they heard the cheering of the crowd and turn round to see the band run onto the stage.
“Time to fight to front,” Sami shrugged.
The music was loud as ever as you tap your feet to the beat to stay in rhythm, occasionally head banging and jumping on the flimsy stage. The boys cheered and occasionally sang along in the dancing crowd and you smiled at them every chance you got.
The audience cheered and screamed loudly during your bass solo where Pixie held a bottle of Smirnoff to your mouth as you drank. Just as the singer moved the empty bottle you looked at your boyfriend and winked.
During the ten minute break you quickly ran down the stage and wasted no typed in wrapping your arms around Michael’s neck and pulling him into a deep starving kiss. He moved his hands down to hold your waist to pull you impossibly close to him.
Your lips separated and you admired the man before you’s lipstick smeared lips. When he caught his breath he asked “What was that for?”
“You just looked so beautiful from up there,” you answered with a mischievous grin, “and the vibrations of playing does stuff to me.”
“I love you,” Micheal said to you for the first time.
You smiled even wider and kissed his cheek, “I love you too, pretty boy.”
Andy whistled loudly bringing your attention to Razzle and Nasty making kissy faces. “Awww ain’t this lovely,” Sami teased, “your both too cute.”
Before you could reply to the boys ridiculous jokes you noticed your manager on the steps of the stage. “Ah shit. I gotta get back up there.”
And with that you ran through the audience and up to the rest of the band getting ready to begin the second set.
