part two ➳ “turn the tables”
Mötley Crüe x F!Reader, Metallica x F!Reader
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Warnings: profanity, drinking/mentions of drinking, Geoff smoking weed, and well, being Geoff, angst.... lmk if I missed any!
You could still feel yesterday’s rage burn inside of you as you took a seat in a chair beside Nikki. Andrea thought it would be best to get interviews going ASAP. Fuck Andrea fuck Doc and fuck Nikki. You thought to yourself as you let out a frustrated sigh.
He had a lot of audacity, sitting there so comfortably. It looked like he was enjoying himself, with that huge cocky grin of his. You wanted to knock his teeth right out of his damn mouth.
You could be planning out a tour with Metallica right now, but no, you’re stuck in this hellhole of a plan Andrea went behind your back on. And you were fuming. How in the hell were you supposed to fake this shit for an hour, let alone eight?
You’d only been sitting beside him for a minute or two and you were already annoyed by the sound of his breathing. And the scent of that cologne he drenched himself in, it smelled like bottled ass.
“Hi, there, I’m Nancy,” You were snapped out of your thoughts as a blonde held her hand for you to shake, “I’ll be conducting his interview.”
“Y/N.” You dismissed her hand and leaned back against your chair.
“Nikki,” He grasped Nancy’s hand for a firm handshake, “I apologize about her. It was a long night if you know what I mean.” He winked.
Is he fucking serious right now?
“Oh,” She flushed, “No worries, then… Let’s get this interview started shall we?”
Once the cameras were rolling it was like Nikki turned the fake dial-up twelve notches.
“Fans never thought they’d see the day where Nikki Sixx and Y/N Y/L/N set aside their differences, and reunite both professionally and romantically,” Nancy smiled at the two of you, “What brought the two of you together again?”
“Well, Nancy, Y/N and I have always had this… Chemistry.” Nikki casually threw his arm over your shoulders, “It was only a matter of time before our resistance gave in. We’ve both been around the world, but there’s only one person we consider ‘home’. And that’s each other.”
“That’s sweet,” Nancy smiled, “You’re a lucky girl, Y/N, thousands would love to be in your seat right now.”
“I wouldn’t call it luck,” You shook your head, fighting back a grin when Andrea’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. Of course, she’d be watching from the sidelines and assume that you’d blow it. “I’m blessed.”
It felt like hell with each second that ticked by. And as the day went on, you felt as if you were holding your breath a little more. You had to smile, hold his hand, and play into this bullshit story you didn’t even believe in. But for all you knew you had no choice, it was this or lose everything you’ve worked so hard for. So you sat through interview, after interview, Hating your life a little more whenever Nikki would look at you almost the exact same way he used to.
It irritated you how easily he could refresh old memories and dig up everything you tried to bury. It was like the knife was pulled from the wound, only to be plunged back in deeper. You didn’t want him back, after all, he put you through? Fuck that. But you didn’t want to remember, or think, about every little thing either.
By the time you made it back to your apartment, you were even more pissed than you were when you left.
The door boomed as you slammed it shut behind you causing Daniel to practically flinch from his spot on the couch.
“What?” Daniel raised a brow, turning his attention away from the tv in confusion.
“I can’t keep fucking doing this so, please… Fire me.”
Daniel snorted, “If you hate working with Nikki so bad then why don’t you just quit?”
“If I quit, he wins, so just fucking fire me. At least just long enough that you can fire Andrea and then hire me again.”
“C’mon, Y/N,” Daniel tried to reason with you, “You know as well as I do that we need this record to be a hit. If faking it for a while causes it to top the charts, then that’s what you’re going to have to do. Isn’t that the reason you decided to go along with it for now at least?”
“That was when I wasn’t thinking about how fucking annoying he can be.”
“He can’t be that bad, you tolerate Geoff just fine.”
As if he were summoned, Geoff rounded the corner from the hallway with an old dusty lampshade on his head, holding one of those wooden tobacco pipes.
“Geoff, what in the fuck are you doing now?” You questioned, pinching the bridge of your nose as he held the pipe to his lips before puffing out smoke.
“I lost my bong so… I found my grandpa's old pipes and it’s not working as great as I thought it would…” He trailed off, “Hey! Cops is on!” He cheered before rushing to the window and pulling the curtain aside. He bounced on his heels like an excited child as red and blue lights flickered outside, “I love this show! It reminds me of college.” He giggled.
One of the weird things Geoff often did when he was high was confusing anything, and everything with the tv show “Cops”. Street lights, the microwave, the Christmas tree your neighbors left up year-round… The husky in the floor above you, that would howl very frequently. (To him, it sounded like sirens). And so, he’d get all giddy, and go running off somewhere where he could “watch” the show happen.
Currently, it was actual cops in the parking lot of your apartment complex.
Maybe Daniel had a point, somehow you were unphased by Geoff, even if he was constantly pushing your buttons on the daily basis. But Nikki? Nikki made you feel so much rage. You couldn’t imagine spending months working with him on this bullshit publicity stunt. Or touring with him, or sharing a stage every night. Just thinking about it made you feel dread, and just see gray. Like there was no going forward, no future…
How in the fuck were you supposed to pull this off?
The next morning your head throbbed and your eyelids felt heavier than they usually did. Fuck Nikki, and Fuck Andrea for all of this damn stress. If it weren’t for them maybe you wouldn’t be pissed off 24/7.
Groaning softly, you moved to get out of bed. If you were going to make it through the day you were going to need something to relieve your headache. Your feet practically dragged against the floor as you slowly trudged towards the kitchen. You weren’t even awake enough to notice Andrea just lounging about in your apartment until she spoke up.
“It’s about time you crawled out of bed!” Andrea’s cheery voice sent a wave of irritation through you, “I have quite the itinerary for you today.”
“No.” You repeated, “I gotta be at Kirk’s in an hour.”
“Y/N, if this publicity stunt is going to work, I’m going to need you to start spending less time with Metallica, and more time with Mötley Crüe.” You could hear the annoyance in her voice.
“This isn’t about you, Andrea,” You shook your head as you reached for the Tylenol, “You may have set this publicity stunt up, but it’s my fucking life. And you’re not going to treat me like a puppet on some strings.”
“It’s my band.” She tried to argue, causing you to snort in response.
“Is it?” You raised a brow, “I don’t see you on any fucking posters. The fans don’t cheer for you every night.”
“Fuck off, Andrea,” You cut her off before popping a couple Tylenol pills into your mouth, “I’m taking the day off.”
“Okay,” Andrea shrugged, “Guess I’ll call Elektra Records and tell them to pull the plug.”
“The fuck is your game, Andrea?” You pivoted to face her, “Are you trying to piss me off more than I already am?”
Andrea shifted to lean against your poster-cluttered living room wall. “Y/N, I know you’re angry—”
“Oh, I’ve been fucking livid, actually.”
“—but you need to hear me out.”
“Why would I do that?” You growled, not even bothering to look her in the eyes.
“Because, I want you to break him.”
“Nikki has been pinning over you since you dumped him years ago. He begged and pleaded with me to agree to this deal.”
“Nikki truly wants to win you back. Badly. And I think we could use that to our advantage… and if he’s broken, you can thrive while Mötley Crüe plummets,” Andrea smirked, “Break him.”
“That’s fucked up.” Daniel spoke as he entered the room, sporting a shit-eating grin spread across his face, “Do it.”
“I don’t know guys…” You sighed. As nice as it would be to bring him down, your gut twisted at the thought. “This sounds like a bad idea.”
“Remember when Nikki said on live television that you guys wouldn’t have even happened if it weren’t for Mötley Crüe?” Andrea asked, “Or the time that he brought home that platinum blonde while he thought you were still on tour?”
“How could I forget?” You asked dryly, “That was my birthday…”
“And what about the time he said, also on live television, that you probably slept your way to fame?” Andrea crossed her arms, “I could keep going but… are you sure you don’t want to make him pay for anything? He drug you through the mud for years, Y/N, and now’s your chance.”
“So what do you want me to do?”
“Turn the tables,” Andrea shrugged with a wicked grin, “Break him down slowly. Play with his emotions. When he finally crashes, I wanna see him burn.”
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