Band Oneshots x Reader

Something's Not Right (Tommy Lee)

It's a crisp autumn evening, and the small diner on the outskirts of town is a haven of warmth and soft lights. The clatter of dishes and the hum of conversation create a comforting background noise. Tommy Lee and I have just arrived, and he's bubbling with excitement, eager to introduce me to someone he's been raving about—Nikki Sixx.

Tommy's enthusiasm is infectious, and I can't help but smile at his childlike excitement. But deep down, I'm anxious. I've heard whispers about Nikki, and my instincts have always made me wary. I'm trying to keep my concerns to myself, not wanting to dampen Tommy's enthusiasm or spoil the night.

Tommy waves enthusiastically as we walk into the diner, scanning the room until his eyes land on a booth in the corner. Nikki is already there, his dark hair and leather jacket making him stand out in the cozy setting. As we approach, Nikki looks up, a smirk playing on his lips.

"There he is!" Tommy says, practically bouncing with excitement. "Nikki, this is my girlfriend."

Nikki stands up, offering a casual but confident smile. "Hey, it's great to finally meet you. Tommy's been talking about you non-stop."

I offer a polite smile and a nod, my nerves making me feel like I'm in a high-stakes situation. "Nice to meet you, Nikki."

As we settle into the booth, the conversation flows easily between Tommy and Nikki. They're quickly diving into stories about their latest adventures and upcoming plans, but my mind is elsewhere, focused on the nagging feeling that something isn't right.

I catch Nikki's eye as he talks, noting his easy confidence and charismatic demeanor. There's an edge to him, a sort of darkness that contrasts sharply with Tommy's bright energy. It's hard to pin down, but something about Nikki sets off alarm bells in my mind.

Tommy's laughter fills the space, but I can't fully relax. I've heard bits and pieces about Nikki's history, and although I haven't shared these concerns with Tommy, the feeling of unease won't leave me. I know he's excited about this meeting, and I don't want to ruin it with my fears.

"So, what do you think of the band so far?" Nikki asks, his gaze shifting to me with an intensity that makes me shiver.

I force myself to meet his gaze, trying to stay composed. "It's been great. Tommy's really excited about everything, and I've enjoyed hearing all the stories."

Nikki leans back, his smirk widening slightly. "Glad to hear it. Tommy's got a knack for finding the best people."

Tommy reaches over and takes my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm so glad you two finally met. I've been dying to introduce you."

I smile back at him, squeezing his hand in return. "Me too."

Nikki watches us with a thoughtful expression, but his gaze is unsettling. There's something almost predatory in his eyes, and I can't shake the feeling that he's assessing more than just our interaction.

"So, what's your story?" Nikki asks, his tone casual but his gaze sharp. "How did you and Tommy meet?"

I take a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. "We met through mutual friends. I'd heard about him, and we just clicked."

Nikki raises an eyebrow, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Interesting. Tommy's got a way of attracting interesting people."

The conversation continues, but my focus shifts between Tommy's animated storytelling and Nikki's penetrating glances. I can't ignore the feeling that Nikki is hiding something, or perhaps just not entirely honest.

As the night progresses, I can feel the tension in my shoulders. Nikki's presence is commanding, and even though he's being polite, there's an underlying current that makes me uncomfortable. Tommy is completely absorbed in the conversation, his excitement and joy evident.

When it's finally time to leave, Tommy stands and stretches, a broad smile on his face. "This was awesome, Nikki. Thanks for meeting us."

Nikki stands as well, his eyes lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary. "No problem. It was nice meeting you."

I offer a polite smile, but my mind is racing. As we say our goodbyes and head out of the diner, I feel a wave of relief, but also a sense of worry. I haven't shared my concerns with Tommy yet, but I know that something about Nikki doesn't sit right with me.

Tommy and I walk hand in hand, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth of the diner. I try to put on a brave face, but Tommy notices my subdued mood.

"Everything okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.

I nod, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just a bit tired. It was a lot to take in."

Tommy squeezes my hand, his worry evident. "If something's bothering you, you can tell me, you know."

I look at him, my heart aching at the thought of not sharing my feelings. "It's nothing, really. I'm just trying to adjust to everything."

Tommy doesn't press further, but I can tell he's not entirely convinced. As we head back to our place, I know that I'll need to talk to him soon. I don't want to let my reservations create a rift between us, but I also need to address the uneasy feeling I have about Nikki. For now, though, I'm grateful for Tommy's support and the chance to sort through my feelings without adding more stress to the mix.