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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years

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need help ~ nikki sixx;the dirt

word count: 1789

request?: yes!

“The dirt Nikki sixx x female reader, the reader been best friends with Nikki sense they were kids and became friends through them having terrible home lives, when motley Crüe started up she was their cheering him on. The reader also been in love with Nikki for a long time but when Nikki starts taking heroin she ends up finding him and taking care of him and this happens more than once but after he overdoses the reader snaps and says that she can’t keep watching the man she loves doing heroin. Please and thank you”

description: after finding her friend overdosing, they have a heavy talk about his addiction and his desire to get help

pairing: nikki sixx x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs, mentions of overdosing, lil angst?

masterlist (one, two)

It wasn’t the first time I had found Nikki in the midst of one of his highs. In fact, it was becoming such a regular occurrence that I usually expected Nikki to be high as a kite whenever I went to see him.

What I didn’t expect this time around was to find him almost dead. Or...I guess completely dead.

I had gotten a call from one of his junkie friends - also nothing new. He sounded frantic and scared as he tried to tell me there was something wrong with Nikki. I thought at first that maybe he was just too high and was freaking out because Nikki was also high, so I wasn’t too alarmed at first. I drove to the address that the guy had given me, convinced that I was going to have to carry Nikki back home yet again and nurse him through his heroin hangover.

When I showed up to the house and found it completely abandoned, a feeling of dread started to grow in me. I walked into the house to find Nikki on his own, passed out, with ghostly pale skin and dried vomit on his mouth and chest. My heart stopped as I fell next to Nikki and checked his pulse. When I couldn’t find one, I immediately called 911.

The ride to the hospital was mostly a blur. The paramedics let me ride with Nikki, but I was basically curled up in an anxiety filled ball as I watched them trying to operate on Nikki. Just when I had lost all hope of him being helped, one of the paramedics injected him with something and he gasped back to life.

Nikki was put in a hospital room to make sure the drugs fully left his system before he was discharged. They allowed me to stay with him since he had no other immediate family to call. I slept in the chair by his bedside while he went through his detox, which was probably the most uncomfortable I had ever been. But I didn’t want to leave until I knew Nikki was okay. I wanted him to wake up so I could tell him that I couldn’t keep doing this.

I was eating a bland hospital food meal when Nikki woke up. I watched him slowly come to life before taking in his surroundings. He turned his head and focused his attention on me.

“(Y/N)? Where am I?” he asked.

“The hospital,” I responded. “Do you remember much about last night?”

He shook his head. “I don’t remember anything.”

“You...um...well, you overdosed, Nik. Your heart stopped and everything. One of the paramedics managed to re-start it in the ambulance.”

“Oh.” I couldn’t read his facial expression, but I assumed he was shocked by this news. Or at least I hoped he was.

I sat at the edge of my chair, looking down at my hands. I couldn’t look at him. The words bubbling in my throat were hard to get out.”

“Nik, I can’t do this anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

I started picking at my hands. My vision was becoming blurry, but I refused to let Nikki see. I had to remain strong so I didn’t back down from this decision.

“I can’t keep watching you nearly kill yourself with drugs. I can’t keep finding you high out of your mind and having to take care of you until you’re well enough to shoot up again.”

“What are you saying, (Y/N)?”

I took a deep breath and forced out, “I can’t be friends with you while you’re like this, Nikki. I can’t keep doing this to myself.”

Silence filled the room. I was picking at a hangnail on my thumb until I accidentally made it bleed. I stuck my thumb in my mouth to try and combat the bleeding, which resulted in me finally looking up at Nikki. He was looking at me with sad eyes. I was a little caught off guard by the reaction and felt guilt building inside of me.

“You...you don’t want to be friends anymore?” he asked. “(Y/N), we’ve been friends since we were in diapers. You really want to end all that?”

I nodded. “I have to, Nikki. I can’t do this anymore. This isn’t good for me, and I can’t come to your rescue and worry that I’m going to find you dead permanently.”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“I didn’t think so either, until I walked into a crack house to find you unresponsive and alone.”

“That’s because those idiots left me. That won’t happen again.”

I shook my head. My guilt was quickly being replaced with anger. He wasn’t understanding what I was saying. He wasn’t understanding the severity of the situation I had found him in the night before. He wasn’t going to get clean, he was just thinking about when he could get his next high.

I had to get out of there. I was no longer worried that I would go back on my decision, but rather I was worried of what I might say while angry. I got up from my chair, my body aching from being there for so long, and collected my things to leave.

“So this is it?” Nikki questioned as I headed for the door. “A lifetime of friendship and you’re throwing it away while I’m recovering from a near death experience?”

“Don’t give me that shit, Nikki!” I snapped. “It wouldn’t have been a near experience if it weren’t for me! In fact, there has probably been a number of times I’ve saved your ass. And do I get so much as a ‘thank you, (Y/N)’, ‘I appreciate you, (Y/N)’, ‘I’ll stop taking drugs and nearly killing myself, (Y/N)’?”

“I never asked you to do any of that.”

“No, you didn’t, but I still did. Because I love you. And I can’t watch the man I love killing himself anymore!”

The silence that hung between us was thicker now. I felt a wetness on my cheek as I realized I had finally let the tears start falling. This was exactly what I hadn’t wanted to say, but now it was out there and I couldn’t take it back.

I quickly threw myself out of Nikki’s hospital room. I made a beeline for the elevator, trying to put as much distance between me and that room as I could.

At least admitting my feelings made it easier for him to let me go, I thought to myself.

The sudden sound of hospital machines beeping followed by voices yelling drew my attention back to Nikki’s room. The brunette rock star was trying to shove past the number of hospital staff that was trying to coax him back into his room.

“Sir, you’re still detoxing, you have to go back to your room until the doctor discharges you,” a nurse was saying as she tried to push Nikki back into his room.

“I’ll go back in if she comes with me,” Nikki said, pointing towards me.

I felt my face heat up with embarrassment as the staff looked at me. “Nikki, you have to finish your treatment. Go back in and I’ll come see you when you’re better.”

“I don’t believe you,” he said. “I think if you walk out now that I’ll never see you again, and you can’t leave me after what you just told me.”

It felt like my throat was closing over from trying to hold back the fresh tears welling in my eyes. I managed to choke out, “I can’t.”

Nikki finally managed to break away from the staff trying to restrain him and rushed over to me. Before I could realize what he was doing, his hands were grabbing my face and his lips were on mine. It was far from being the picture perfect kiss you see in romantic comedies. It was rough and almost felt desperate. But it was a kiss, and I couldn’t help but get lost in it because it was something I had been dreaming of for years.

It was broken up when two hospital guards appeared and grabbed Nikki, forcing him away from me and back to his room. He tried to fight against them, but when he saw that I was following them now he stopped and allowed them to put him back in his bed and hook him back up to the machines he had been attached to.

I sat back down in the uncomfortable chair and we were right back to where we had been moments before, as if the last ten minutes hadn’t happened at all.

“So,” I started, “was that...real?”

He gave me a funny look. “How could it not be real?”

“I don’t know, it could’ve just been a tactic to get me to come back into the room.”

Nikki chuckled a little. “You don’t think there’s even the smallest possibility that I did that because I also have feelings for you and I didn’t want you to walk away without me telling you that?”

I shrugged my shoulder, which caused him to laugh again. “You’re so cute.”

It was hard not to smile when he said that, but I quickly wiped the smile from my face. “I still mean what I said, though. This admitting that we have feelings for one another isn’t going to change my mind. If anything, I’m much more firm on my decision that I’m not going to sit around and watch you kill yourself.”

Nikki sighed and nodded his head. “I know. I have a problem, (Y/N). I didn’t want to admit it, but I always knew that I did. I crashed Tommy’s wedding because I was high, I’ve ruined friendships, I almost died. I almost lost you. It’s just not worth it anymore. I can’t keep living like this.”

I moved closer to his bed and took his hand in mine. When his eyes met with mine I felt like my breath was taken away. He was always so handsome, even now when he was being his most vulnerable with me. Especially now that he was being his most vulnerable with me.

“We’ll get you help, Nik,” I told him. “There’s plenty of good rehab facilities you can go to, or you can try and do it on your own without the help of professionals. Either way, I’m going to be by your side every step of your recovery.”

“And when I’m clean, I’m going to do what I should’ve done a very long time ago and I’m going to take you out on a proper date.”

I smiled again at him and said, “It sounds like a deal.”

#nikki sixx #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx x reader #Douglas Booth #douglas booth imagine #douglas booth x reader #the dirt #Motley Crue #motley crue imagine #netflix #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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greghatecrimes · 9 months

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More ideas for this one shot that I’m throwing around in the process of attempting to write:

(looking for context? all of my headcanons & updates for this fic are tagged under #in the dirt !)

House coping with his grief and leg pain by obsessively rotating between every hobby known to man (cooking again, home renovation, woodworking, raising chickens, astrophotography, canning his own jams and preserves, pastry making, et cetera). When Thirteen first comes, the house is in shambles more often than not because of this

Thirteen convincing House to show her how to drive his bike before her Huntington’s gets too bad

House teaching Thirteen how to play the piano

House and Thirteen watching a shitty medical drama together in the evenings and making corrections every five seconds

Thirteen dragging House on an impromptu trip somewhere exotic and far-away because she can tell he’s sad (missing Wilson) and needs to get out of the house

(Oh my god that just made me imagine the two of them in Vegas. They’d rob everyone blind w their poker skills)

Thirteen definitely broke up with Amy to save them both from the pain of her Huntington’s before House finds her alone. House makes it his personal mission to get them back together by whatever means necessary as soon as he realizes this. Shenanigans ensue.

#writing update #headcanons #in the dirt #these headcanons make it seem like it might be sort of cracky but just to warn y’all the main one shot will be hurt-comfort with #a melancholy/bittersweet ending #but i would definitely write more scenes/oneshots that are more fun as moments that don’t end up in the main fic #remy thirteen hadley #greg house

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hamable · 8 months

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Besties I’m crying I’m so happy we’re safe and you wanna surprise Nami but those poor trees will NOT survive do you know how boats work

#one piece live action #one piece #I was like Aw 🥺 and then they did the high angle shot of the three planters and I started cackling #you got those against the fore railing in 1.5 cubic feet of dirt #opla #you will be losing those the second you set sail

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nejackdaw · 4 months

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Had DnD on the mind recently after a couple posts about it popped up on my dash, so I figured I'd share the ref sheet for a character I hoped to play soon (enlarge to banish the blur)

His name is Cariton Corbett and he's like if Jekyll and Hyde were a really wretched little priest

Never known peace in his life tbh. He's a grave cleric for a Bloodborne inspired campaign one of my DnD friends was cooking up (hopefully that's still in the cards lol.) It took forever to get a solid design idea, but then I picked MHR back up and uh

"What if I combined a tailcoat with a cassock > you're a pain in my ass but you and your upgraded armor are so cool > hey what if I added inverted cathedral window shapes and cobweb tassels"

#he is soooooo prematurely grey #also yes his name is cariton corbett (car-iton corvette) because i think its funny #hes only supposed to have one gauntlet. i forgot and added a second aosjosns but thats his shield arm he doesnt need it #anyway hopefully the campaign is still on but our track record hasnt been great lately lmao fingers crossed #(i am not hiding the idea for a revivication campaign in my pocket what)#(ive co dmed two campaigns and multiple one shots i have that down at least #anyway not putting this in the tag i dont feel like it lmao #i will put it in #the jackdaw treasury #now theres a tag i havent used in a while #anyway i should probably level out the front of his coat the v shape was an accidental design stage carryover #forgot i was supposed to change it #hes sopping wet and pathetic but hell also hit you with 'mercy is my lords job mine is to send you to him'#absolutely wretched little half starved feral guy #also i should note NO he doesnt have lil flames on his boots #that is grave dirt but everything was already black and i needed a different color #otherwise id forget hes fucking dirty

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ssaalexblake · 1 year

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hard fandom conversations surrounding moffat setting up the story around Missy in such a way that the next version of the character had to come back evil after her, or missy’s good deeds would be considered void and everything she did would literally have been hopeless and for nothing.

I mean, I enjoy a good tragedy, doesn’t bother me (like, i don’t like the story Unless it’s viewed as a tragic mess, but that’s a whole other post), but at some point y’all gonna have to look at this arc and realise that Moffat set it up so the master’s goodness Had to go unnoticed and unrewarded to be a successful moment of true virtue, and that therefore the next person to write the master would have to make them #evil to preserve that moment of good in the timeline.

The person you’re mad at is Moffat. Not Chibnall. It’s Moffat. He set the rules because his story was never once meant to make the master one of the ‘good guys’ now, and because this was a good way to explore their potential for good without ruining an iconic villain of tv that’s been around for 50 years, i imagine.

#dw shit #literally sick of chibnall getting flack for following the rules the other guy set #look okay 12's rules are awful and utter bullshit but there's a reason that guy hated himself #and that's part of the reason why #12 shot them both in the foot #which #tragic!!#but that's like... the whole idea??? two characters don't die in the dirt #away from each other when they should be holding hands #bc it's a nice story #they failed!!!! (they did not fail. they can never know. this is a tragedy but it is not without hope)#and now they have to live with it #now i would have wanted to throw thngs if the master showed up nice #for the disrespect #dw following Almost traditional narratives but not and fandom not liking that #is not a phenomenon singular to chibbs era #pains me to say i like some of moffats writing but here we are i guess #(to be clear i;m not blaming him. i like it. he can have this one. sadly.)

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allylikethecat · 4 months

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Quick question! Love all the January prompts so far and I was wondering if you had any oneshot situations in the works?

Ah! Thank you so much! I'm so happy to hear that you're enjoying the January Prompts! They have been both extremely fun and extremely challenging to work on and I am so proud of myself for sticking with them. There have been many a night where I have nearly forgotten about it, and wanted to skip it, and I'm always so pleased that I've actually manage to power through!

In terms of one shots - I don't have an official timeline of when things are going to be finished / posted because I have been focusing on my chaptered fics at the moment (once I get the Christmas one done I feel like a giant weight will have been lifted omg) BUT according to my 2024 Fic Planning Document I will hopefully be working on the following one shots:

A migraine sick fic

The long await IV situation at the end of the North American leg of SATVB sick fic

Baby!Fictional!Matty and Baby!Fictional!George and how they got together the first time in the Infection Verse

Infection Verse fic about fictional!Matty's hospitalization between chapters 8 and 9 of the A&E fic following his suicide attempt

There will also inevitably be some other one shots that I come up with between now and then, but that is what I currently have in terms of ideas that I am excited to start flushing out! I also have a LOT of really lovely prompts that people have sent me on Tumblr, and I hope that I'll be able to dedicate some time to finish some of those sooner rather than later!

Thank you so much for reading, your support and sending in this lovely ask! I hope you have a great rest of your week!

❤️Ally