@andmuzzlethat Hahaha Reading Hit Parader Hate Mail Cracks Me Upp. I Have A Bunch Of 80s Rock Magazines

I’M DOWN IF YOUR DOWN 🤭 - 🩷

IM DOWN.. DOWN BAD FOR YOU🤭

WHERE IVE BEEN.. (N3WORKSUCKS)

HI.... IVE BEEN GONE FOR MONTHS AND IM SO SORRY I LEFT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING.. A LOT HAS HAPPENED AND YOU PROBABLY DONT CARE BUT FOR THOSE WHO DO I GOT SENT TO THE MENTAL HOSPITAL IN SEPTEMBER AFTER AN INCIDENT I HAD. IT WAS REALLY GREAT AND HELPED ME A LOT, BUT I ALSO WAS DIAGNOSED WITH MAJOR DEPRESSIVE DISORDER AND THEY HAD ME ON HEAVY MEDS AND I HAD TO GET USED TO THEM.

NOW THERE ON THE LOOK OUT BECAUSE THEY THINK IM BIPOLAR BECAUSE OF THE WAY I REACT TO 40MG OF PROZAC. ANYWAYS, THINGS HAVE BEEN CRAZY AND IVE BEEN WRITING A LOT AND I FOUND OUT IM ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD AT IT, SO IM MAKING THE CHOICE TO START WRITING FAN FICS AGAIN.

AND ILL BE WAY MORE OPEN TO WHO I'LL WRITE AND ILL FIGURE IT ALL OUT SOON. FOR THOSE WHO DONT KNOW, @N3WORKSUCKS IS MY FIRST ACCOUNT THAT I WILL NO LONGER BE ON BUT I WILL LEAVE IT UP.

I WANNA SAY THANK YOU TO ALL THE LOVE I GOT ON THAT ACCOUNT I HAD ALMOST 500 FOLLOWERS, I WAS GLAD I WAS ABLE TO COMFORT PEOPLE WITH MY WRITING, IT MADE ME FEEL LIKE I HAD MEANING. I STILL WANNA BE THE SAME PERSON, SAME WRITING STYLE FOR THIS ACCOUNT. I WANT IT TO BE VERY OPEN WITH MENTAL HEALTH AND A SAFE SPACE FOR PEOPLE. EVEN IF YOU DONT WANNA REQUEST A FIC YOU CAN ALWAYS DM ME.

I WANT THIS TO BE A NEW AND BETTER ACCOUNT AND HOPEFULLY YOU'LL STOP BY🤍

NEW PICTURE ALERT! NEW PICTURE ALERT!

I WAS RIGHT NIKKI IS A LITTLE JEALOUS FUCKER

ALSO NIKKI EATING A GIRL OUT WHILE SHE WAS ON HER PERIOD AND DIDNT KNOW IS SO FUNNY TO ME😭

MOTLEY FIC? NAH. CHUNKY PUPPY :P

i always love ur ideas truth be told - 🩷

YES IM SINGLE :D YES ILL FLY TO WHEREVER YOU ARE AND WATCH MOTLEY CRUE BEING CUTE COMPILATIONS WITH YOU :D

@andmuzzlethat THIS POSE IS SO ZESTY BUT HE MAKES IT SO STRAIGHT IN STRAIGHT ZESTY WAY.

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.

"NOH😡! I DOONT EET DOOHNUTS😡!"

I love ur writing please don’t die

LMAO THANK YOU I'LL TRY NOT TO