bad apples // izzy stradlin x fem!reader

i got a headache like a mother

4:49pm.

i slipped into my red dress, spraying my hair with hairspray until it was all i could smell. i clasp a necklace on, it laying perfectly with the v-neck of my dress. i grab a tenner, slipping it into the tiny dress pocket and a fiver backup that i'll give to tom for emergencies. i debate taking a leather jacket too, but i decide on leaving it as we would probably be inside for most of it. especially for what tom would usually drag me to.

"y/n, hurry up!" i hear.
"on my way, have some patience at least." i reply, tightening my bracelet and pushing my rings further back on my slim fingers.

i hurry down the stairs, to see tom in his usual. his favourite leather pants, a leather jacket and a vest.
i throw the fiver at him, tom catching it as usual. "this for me?"
"nope, my backup and youre keeping hold."
"damn." he says laughing, snatching his keys off of the counter and opening the door for me. "gentleman who?" i say, both of us giggling. "you're my sister, do you not want me to be nice to you?" he replies, chuckling as he lets me in the car door.
"you do look nice, by the way." he says, reassuring me. " ha, thanks. you don't look to bad yourself." i respond, mirroring his unusually kind action.

we get on the road, streetlights illuminating the shadows of other cars as we cruise past them. aerosmith blasts through the speakers, both of us humming along in the comfortable silence. tom gently tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, matching the beat of each song that appears next.

before i know it, we pull into a driveway with flashing lights eradicating from a house. i open my mouth to speak, but tom is already out of the car and opening my door for me.

"thank you, i-"
"have fun kiddo. i'll be at the bar or out the back if you need me. treat yourself but be careful, okay? now i gotta hurry, be safe!" tom responds, kissing my forehead and jogging off, waving to eric before slowing down again and pulling him into a side hug.

"well, that was that.." i say, trailing my words off into nothings that came out without warning.

i make my way to the doors that were held open by flower pots. the white vases looked lovely against the green of the ferns, but before i could get a better look my thoughts were interrupted by axls loud grunts.
'oh ew..' i thought to myself, a groupie sucking him off and pumping the bottom of his shaft.

i quickly avert my gaze, my stomach failing me as the familiar feeling of sickness filled my senses. 'oh shit. how am i meant to even get past midnight here.' i think to myself.

a flight of stairs catches my eye, and i make a quick move through crowds of people and groupies before climbing the steep carpeted slope.

i turn a knob and open a door, a surprised expression flooding my face as i didn't expect it to open in the first place. a clean looking room with white sheets and walls filled my field of view. i take off my shoes, slipping off my shoes to lay down, my headache getting progressively worse. i grunt, laying my head down,

just as the door opened once again.

a/n :

579 words
so sorry this is short! i may lengthen this when i have more motivation but for now this will have to do i'm so sorryyy

-j