STOP IM GIGGLING - 🩷

Can u do nikki x fem reader angst please im dying for some angst rn PLEASE

SORRY IVE BEEN SLACKING ON REQUESTS AND THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ANGST REALLY AND I WAS ALSO HIGH SO IT PROBABLY SUCKS.

word count: 1,301

warnings: drugs, alcohol, thats kinda it, mentions of sex once.

Nikki was starting to realize he was an addict. He didn't wanna spend 5,000 dollars a day on drugs. He didn't wanna shoot up every 30 minutes and nod off. he even missed his grandmas funeral because he chose to get high. A while back he and his girlfriend of well over a couple of years (not counting the numerous breakups) argued, she doesn't come around to their house as much, and Nikki hadn't talked to Vince, Tommy, or Mick in weeks and Nikki felt like he had nobody. he had another “girlfriend” who was just his drug buddy and used the excuse of being together just to shoot up. they didn't even have sex at all.

Nikki and the chick were on the couch. Nikki was either passed out or bearly awake. there were needles and spoons around them, Nikki still had the blue band around his arm as he was laid out on the couch.

you stumbled in the house for the first time in maybe 2 weeks. the house was still a mess from all the parties thrown but that was weeks ago. you went to find him and saw him in the living room with that girl and they both looked awful, you almost didn't know it was Nikki. you leaned against the archway with a bottle of liquor in your hand. "I'm going to Vegas." you told him. why? because you felt like going

Nikki could vaguely hear a familiar voice through the fog in his brain. He attempted to sit up against the arm of the couch, his eyes slowly opening as much as they could.

“What..?” he mumbled, his eyes glancing over at you as he slowly registered your presence. he couldn’t remember the last time he saw you.

"I'm going to Vegas." you repeated. Nikki looked awful. if you had seen him like this a couple of years ago you would've taken care of him making sure he was good as new. but you've done that for years and Nikki took it for granted. you got tired of taking care of him so you stopped when he needed it most.

Nikki watched you, his eyes barely open. he tried to gather his thoughts to say something to you, but his brain wasn’t working fast enough. a couple of years ago, if you had said the same thing he would’ve jumped up and asked why, worried that something was wrong. this time he just stayed where he was on the couch, watching you and slurring his words. “For how long..?” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

"I dunno." you answered. "til I feel like coming back." you said and took a swing from your bottle. not your first bottle of the night.

He tried to process what you said, but his mind felt muddled. He couldn’t remember the last time you had been around months ago. The last time he had seen you, you guys had ended up in a big fight.

“Don’t..you…” he trailed off, not even knowing what he was about to say. he ran a hand along his face again, trying to brush away the fog. “You’re ditching me…” he muttered.

"I'll be back." you mumbled and closed your eyes as you messed with your hair "You'll be fine.. m' not your mommy." you mumbled again little just from being drunk.

That made him scoff quietly, and he opened his eyes a little wider at that. He would’ve argued with you if his mind was clear. he would’ve said things like “I never said you were.” or “I don’t need you to be.” he would’ve said those things and fought with you like usual. But not right now. he was too out of it. “What if I want you to be..?” he mumbled into his hand.

you opened your eyes and looked at him for a few seconds. "then you're a few months too late." you said quietly. not softly, but quieter. it wasn't like him to ask something like that and it wasn't like you to answer like that, but we're changing and drifting apart. the whole band was. Tommy was married to Heather, no one spoke to Vince in prison, so he didn't speak to them, and no one ever knew where Mick was.

He frowned at your words and slowly sat up all the way, his eyes looking over at you. He hated hearing that from you, but he couldn’t bring himself to argue right now. not when he really wanted to. “A couple months too late..” he thought to himself. Had things really gotten this bad?

he looked down at his arms, the needle marks and old track marks were on full display. he then glanced back up at you. “I miss you..” he muttered.

you hum and looked at the ground while you were against the archway. you missed him too. a lot. but you've tried and tried for years taking care of him, loving him through everything, and he didn't do anything. you got sick of the one-way treatment. "yeah." you answered quietly.

He sighed and shut his eyes again, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him like it did every time he thought of you. he knew he hadn’t treated you like you deserved. not always. how many times had he gotten so high and said hurtful things that he didn’t mean? how many times had he gotten drunk and ignored you in favor of a party? He couldn’t even count on two hands the amount of times he caused you to cry. “I’m sorry..” he mumbled.

you felt a pang of guilt in your chest but you didn't say anything. you looked down at the bottle of liquor in your hand. what were you supposed to say? he knows you've forgiven him each time so what's this time gonna mean? "I have to pack." you told him.

Nikki stared at you, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over him. he couldn’t blame you for leaving and had a feeling that you weren’t gonna come back. he had pushed you away so many times that he couldn’t expect you to come back.

he was silent for a few moments, not knowing what to say. a part of him wanted to ask you not to go, to beg you to stay and not leave him. but he didn’t say anything. he wasn’t in the right state of mind to.

when he didn't say anything you started walking to the stairs, your heeled boots clicked against the tile but were muted to a thud when you walked on the carpet stairs as his eyes followed you. He watched you disappear and head upstairs to your shared room, feeling an empty sort of pain in his chest. he stared down at his hands before he looked over at the girl sitting next to him. She just sat there in a daze, completely lost in a high. He wanted to get up and go up and stop you, to beg you to stay. his mouth opened like he was going to speak, but he didn’t say anything.

you went to your room that he was sharing with his drug buddy, the room was littered with needles and all kinds of things. it was a mess. you went into the closet, got a suitcase and threw whatever you had left in the closet in the suitcase and what his girlfriend hadn't taken. you took the suitcase downstairs.

you walked with the suitcase trailing behind you. and you looked back at the living room to tell Nikki goodbye, but when you looked at him he was already passed out with a needle in his arm. you looked at him for a couple more seconds before walking to the front door and leaving.

BASED ON THIS POST I TRULY BELIEVE NIKKI WOULD DO THIS TO YOU JUST IN A WAY MORE ASSHOLE NIKKI WAY

HOW DID I NOT GUESS THIS BEFORE. I MUST BE BETTER💪

@bisexualnikkisixx THE OTHER PICTURES!!!

me: okay, I fr don't have a type i swear

the two guys I've had the biggest crushes on:

I can't find better pictures of Brian someone help😭

MOTLEY FIC? NAH. CHUNKY PUPPY :P

UGH IT MESSED UP LIKE THE THING ITS DELAYED

DATING JOEY TEMPEST

TRYING SOMEONE NEW AGAIN YAYY

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warnings: alcohol, small arguments, no nsfw (surprisingly), JUST JOEY BEING A GOOD BOYFRIEND, not proof read

I think Joey's a sweetheart like LOOK AT HIM.

hes just that boyfriend.

maybe you worked for their manager or was somehow related or something.

or you met in Sweden and started dating there.

IDK

definitely the type to give you his jacket whenever even when it wasn't cold. like he be happy seeing his denim jacket on your shoulders or something.

hes romantic but pretty private about his personal life especially with getting more popular and touring America but that won't stop him from taking you out for dinner and stuff.

I think his love language would be quality time. like just sitting on his bed with you while the TV was on and he was writing down little lyrics he could use, and then give you little kisses.

if you're upset or depressed or mad at something or someone hes 100% listening. like a “pretend im not your boyfriend” kind of listening, ykwim?

I can see him being really honest in the sweetest way, he doesn't wanna lie to you but doesn't wanna hurt your feelings.

I mean he won't call you fat if you ask if you look fat in something or in general, he thinks your perfect and he'll tell you that because hes honest and thinks you're perfect.

but if you did ask something you were a little sensitive about and there was no way out of it, hed probably do a cute little head tilt with an almost apologetic smile and wouldn't say much about it.

but if you want his opinion on what to wear, hes there. cleaning out your closet? hes there with the “get rid of” box.

hes lowkey a fashionest lol

if you had a fight with a friend or family and your upset or wondering if you were in the wrong, hed probably tell you what you did was kinda wrong if you were in the wrong, but if they were in the wrong hed comfort you and let you tell him everything. 

probably comes home with flowers randomly.

also he loves when you do his hair. he can't really do anything with his natural hair so when he got a perm he loved how you'd ruffle it and fluff it up.

I think hed like to brush your hair for some reason. even at random times or just with his fingers.

or if you have curly hair and don't want that shit frizzy hed twirl his finger around your curls so they can keep their shape.

does memorize a lot about you

I think you guys would argue a little less than the average couple but it still happens. maybe not yelling but I think it'd just be stressed out and frustrated outbursts but he hates when you go to bed angry at him and hes just laying there on his back.

apologizes first if he's wrong. won't apologize first if you're wrong but maybe at the end of the day to get you to apologize too.

i don't see him getting jealous. like, hes not oblivious about it he knows when someone's flirting with you but I don't think he'd say too much about it. unless someone was flirting with you right in front of him while you guys were literally holding hands and he'd just give the guy a look like “dude im right here.”

hes sure you wouldn't flirt with anyone else but maybe if you drank a little and got a little carried away he'd pull you away from the guy and try and keep you away from the drinks and tell you that he was right here and you can't flirt with other guys. but he wouldn't get too upset over it.

hes just a big sweetheart and loves you and loves to make you happy.

HES TOO SWEET FOR HIS OWN GOOD😭

You're a stinky frog

Ewwwwww 🤮

I AM NOT A STINKY FROG

KIRK HAMMETT🥰🥰🥰 AND KITTYS

(ignore the quality💀)

Bbg when are we getting the Mick Mars love language thing?😔 Please there’s barely any fics about Mick on tumblr🙏

BABYS IM SO SORRY😭🙏🙏 ILL WORK ON IT THIS WEEKEND I PROMISE