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Request by: @ken-ken6996
Which member: Nikki Sixx
About: Y/n finds out she is pregnant and Nikki is struggling with his drug addiction. So they fight and you leave the house and we'll something happens. He wants to change and you forgive him.
Extra details: Nikki and Y/n have been married for two years.
TW: Drugs, shouting, swearing, crying, overdosing and a slight bit of death.
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Set in 1987...
Y/n's POV:
I am currently six months pregnant with a boy. And I am so happy. Nikki Sixx is my husband we started dating in 1982, then in 1985 we got married. We have had our ups and downs but we love each other so much. Well I thought...
Since becoming a rockstar Nikki started to take drugs and every time he'd try a stronger drug and become obsessed with it. And I mean obsessed. He was like Gollum and heroin was like the ring. My precious! I see him with his needles. He looked dreadful, truly dreadful. I am actually scared, I don't know if I can raise a baby in this type of environment. I can't raise a baby in this toxic environment. But I don't want to leave Nikki, he's my everything, he's my all but... I mean I could talk to him. I'll talk to him.
"Nikki!" "Ugh!" I went into the living room seeing needle everywhere and Nikki snorting up a line of cocaine. My eyes widened at the sight of all of this. I placed a shaking hand on my very large bump. I started to shakily breathe. "Umm.. Nikki... I was wondering if I could... talk to you about something.. please..." He looked up at me and I looked at him and sat down. "Nikki... Please can you get some help? This drug addiction that you have isn't good for any of us: me, the baby and especially you." He looked at me like I was insane. "There's nothing wrong with my "addiction"," he said with a tone of sass. "First of all, you do have an addiction and a bad one and secondly, I don't want to raise a baby whose Daddy is a druggie. You and I both know what it is like to be raised with drug addicts as parents. My dad was a junkie that abused my mum, my siblings and me. And your dad was never there and your mum was an abusive junkie. Who hurt you! It wasn't nice and it has traumatised us for life. So... Do you really want your kid to-" Nikki then interrupted me saying "SHUT UP!!! DON'T YOU DARE COMPARE ME TO MY MUM!!! I AM NOT THE SAME AS HER!!!" He said throwing a handful of cocaine at me. What the actual fu*k!?! He looked at me with regret and I looked at him in disgust. I started to get up and Nikki tried to stop me. "Y/n, please don't go. I'm sorry." "I can't.. at least not right now..." I said walking out of the house.
