Band Oneshots x Reader

Anger (Nikki Sixx)

The atmosphere in the backstage area is thick with anticipation and tension. The concert has just ended, and Motley Crue's adrenaline-fueled performance still lingers in the air. My heart is racing, but not from the excitement of the show. Instead, it's the culmination of the day's escalating drama between me and Nikki Sixx that has me on edge.

I'm standing in a quiet corner of the dressing room, trying to catch my breath and calm my nerves. I'd been waiting for Nikki to come off stage, hoping we could finally talk things out. But as he bursts through the door, his face set in a scowl, I can tell that the night is about to take a darker turn.

"Nikki, we need to talk," I say, trying to keep my voice steady as he approaches. I've never seen him so stormy, his usual confidence replaced by an almost palpable rage.

"Talk?" he snaps, his eyes narrowing. "What could you possibly have to say that I want to hear right now?"

I take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "You've been distant all week. We've barely spoken, and every time we do, it ends in an argument. I don't understand what's happening between us."

Nikki's jaw clenches, and he paces back and forth. "You don't get it, do you? I'm trying to keep everything together here. The band, the tour, and now this... this mess with us. It's too much!"

I flinch at the sharpness in his voice. "I'm not trying to add to your stress. I just want us to be okay. I need to understand why you're shutting me out."

Nikki stops pacing and turns to face me, his expression a mix of frustration and hurt. "I'm shutting you out because I can't deal with your constant need for reassurance. I'm not in a place where I can give you that right now. I'm drowning in my own issues, and you don't seem to see that."

The sting of his words cuts deep, and I struggle to hold back tears. "I see you're struggling, Nikki. But pushing me away isn't going to solve anything. It only makes me feel like you don't care."

"Care?" Nikki's voice rises, and he strides over to me, his anger crackling in the air. "I care too much! I care so much that it's tearing me apart. And every time you come at me with your demands, it makes it worse!"

Before I can respond, Nikki's frustration boils over. He grabs a nearby chair and slams it against the wall, the sound echoing through the room. The suddenness of the action makes me jump, and I take a step back, my eyes wide with shock.

"Nikki, please!" I cry out, my voice trembling. "I don't want us to fall apart. I'm trying to be here for you, but this... this aggression is too much."

Nikki's face contorts with a mix of anger and regret. He runs a hand through his hair, his breathing heavy and erratic. "I don't know how to handle this. I'm overwhelmed, and I'm taking it out on you because you're the closest person to me. It's not fair to you, but I don't know how to stop."

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself despite the storm of emotions. "I understand that you're overwhelmed, but hurting me won't fix anything. We need to find a way to work through this together, not push each other away."

Nikki's shoulders sag as he looks at me, his anger giving way to an almost defeated look. "I don't know if I'm capable of fixing this," he admits, his voice low and raw. "I feel like I'm falling apart, and I'm dragging you down with me."

I walk over to him, placing a hand on his arm. "Nikki, we can get through this. But we need to communicate and be honest with each other. I'm here for you, even if it feels like everything is falling apart."

He looks at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and longing. Slowly, he reaches out, his hand gently cupping my face. "I don't want to lose you," he says quietly. "But I'm scared that I'm too broken to be what you need."

I take his hand and hold it against my cheek, my heart aching for him. "We'll figure it out together. But we need to stop pushing each other away. Please, Nikki."

Nikki's gaze softens, and he pulls me into a tight embrace. I can feel his heart pounding against mine, the warmth of his body providing a fleeting comfort. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice breaking. "I'm so sorry for everything."

"I know," I murmur, wrapping my arms around him. "Let's start over. One step at a time."

As we stand there, wrapped in each other's arms, the tension in the room slowly begins to dissipate. It's clear that there are still unresolved issues, but for now, the simple act of holding each other brings a sense of calm. We have a long road ahead of us, but together, we'll face whatever comes our way.